#It just sucks because I appreciated when they would cover something and even further delve into it when things weren’t as they seemed

[childofaura]

Well, can’t believe this AI fiasco is what finally convinced me to cut off from ClownfishTV. I was definitely getting uneasy with them after the way they handled the Jonathan Majors coverage (where Geeky was victim-blaming the girlfriend by asking why she delayed in reporting), but after the fact today that they opened up for an interview with the animator for the Scooby Doo AI video (who at this point has now showed his whole ass for being a piece of shit) so they can keep defending him as this “poor widdle kid”… I think I’m done. They’ve become hypocrites and it’s really disappointing for me to see. But also don’t come on this post thinking this is a bashfest. It’s not. I’m just venting cutting ties with them as a pop-culture news resource but I honestly don’t have any particular feelings against them as people.

[songmingisthighs]

Hooked

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ch. liii - sugar daddy

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Dinner couldn't have gone better. Sure, Seonghwa's dad mostly ignored you, only throwing questions here and there to avoid Seonghwa's mom nagging at him. But he was mostly preoccupied with his phone. At one point, while his dad was so focused on his phone, Seonghwa leaned close to you and whisper 'one of the mistresses' to you, making you giggle.

"You know, (Y/N), I don't think I've ever seen Seonghwa smiled this wide when he's around us, you must be a pretty special lady," his mom said to you with a gentle smile.

You blushed in slight embarrassment at the compliment, "I sure hope so, ma'am, because I gotta say that he's very special to me too," you said as you look up to Seonghwa.

Hearing you said that made Seonghwa bit his bottom lip to prevent him from giggling out loud. So he opted to place a hand on your thigh and squeezed it gently, letting you know how he appreciated your words. Seeing this, his mom squealed and gushed about how adorable you both are and how glad she is that he found you.

Even after the topic was changed, Seonghwa didn't seem to lift his hand off of your thigh. He had actually moved to caress it gently with his fingers. You assumed it helped him be at ease so you didn't think much about it and let him be.

As dinner progressed to dessert, you found yourself having fun bonding with his mom and sometimes his dad when he wasn't glaring at his phone or when his mom directly addressed him. You realized that his parents are actually unlike most rich parents which then would explain why Seonghwa is who he is. Maybe minus the cheating father.

One other thing you realized is that Seonghwa's hand that was on your thigh had moved significantly higher, it was resting inside your skirt, just a bit past the hem, and that he was sitting closer than before. You felt your heartbeat quicken as his fingers drew shapes on your inner thigh, exhilarated yet worried and slightly embarrassed as his parents are directly across from you two.

"Honey, there's the Kims, we should go and say hi," his mom said, tapping his dad's arm and they immediately went over to the other table after excusing themselves for one second.

As quickly as they left, Seonghwa snapped his head to you in a panicked state, "quick, take off your panties!" he said in a hurried tone. You widened your eyes at him and stared at him as if he was crazy. But he kept urging you with a panicked voice, ultimately rendering you panicked as well. Nevertheless, you did as told and slyly slip your panties off and lift them with your legs to capture them but Seonghwa beat you to the punch as he took the panties and stashed them in his pockets. Just in time as his parents return to the table. Seonghwa sent you an inconspicuous wink and that was when you realized that he has a plan.

The first time he made a move was when you were taking a sip of your water. He let his finger roamed up and slip easily to your folds, almost making you choke.

"Oh gosh, dear, are you alright?" his mom asked you. You wanted to answer but you were still coughing slightly. Seonghwa took this as an opportunity. He used his perfect-boyfriend act when he pulled your hair out of your face and dab his napkin around your mouth, perfectly covering his other hand that managed to slip deep into your hole, almost making you choke again.

First strike.

His next move was when he was seemingly very much absorbed in a conversation about business with his parents, leaving you out of the conversation but still paying attention to you. Though his hand was still under your skirt, it remained stagnant and still.

But out of nowhere, as he talked about acquisition and mergers, his fingers pinched your clit rather harshly. You jolted up in surprise as your legs clamped shut, trapping Seonghwa's hand inside.

Again, his mom asked whether or not you were okay, and you tried your best to convinced her that you are despite Seonghwa's fingers' constant teasing. When Seonghwa turned around to look at you, you saw the smug smirk on his face and by God you never wanted to smack someone more.

Second strike.

The last strike was when you all were having dessert and Seonghwa pretended to have dropped his fork. You were on edge since he had taken his hand out for a while and the slick in your pussy had started to bother you.

He ducked down under the table just as you shifted the position of your legs. He saw his, literal, opening and slotted his face between your legs and licked a stripe up your pussy. Thank God for the table cloth or else you both would've been kicked out of the restaurant for sure.

You let out a sharp squeak which was thankfully held back a little because you had your mouth close.

Just as quickly as you reacted to him, Seonghwa also quickly returned to his position, playing the act of a perfect, doting boyfriend. "Baby, you okay? You don't look well," he made a fuss by pressing the back of his hand to your forehead and cheeks which were red because you've been blushing out of embarrassment and arousal.

"You know what, Seonghwa, sweetie, you should really take (Y/N) here home, take care of her, alright?" his mom said.

You smiled sheepishly at her and also to Seonghwa's dad, "I'm so sorry I had to cut things short," you told them. Seonghwa's mom laughed wholeheartedly at you as she waved her hands around, "it's no problem at all, darling. Besides, we're going to meet each other again soon, I'm going to make sure Seonghwa bring you to family dinner, okay?" she smiled warmly at you. Even his dad managed to look up at you and smiled genuinely.

After bidding your goodbyes to both of them, Seonghwa took your hand in his and immediately ran out to get his car from the valet. As you both waited, you grip on the lapel of his blazer and tugged him close to you, "how fucking dare you," you muttered lowly.

Seonghwa smirked and brushed his lips against the skin of your cheek, "can't help it baby, you looked so damn good and knowing I prettied you up made me... hungry," he growled. His lips moved to your ear to inconspicuously nibble on your earlobe, "who's your daddy?"

Your legs almost wobbled at that. If Seonghwa hadn't had his arm around you, you sure would've dropped to the ground and let him take you then and there.

But thankfully the car came right at that moment and to say you bolted yourself into the car.

Once Seonghwa got onto the driver's seat, he gripped onto your arm and stared at you intently, "you are not to touch yourself, you got me?" he stated. You stammered, you wanted to protest but he only stared at you, unmoving.

You jutted your lips and crossed your arms in protest, staring forward in disappointment. Much to your surprise, Seonghwa smacked your thigh hard enough to make it red, "I said, you got me?" he stressed each word, indicating that he needed verbal confirmation from you. "y-yes, I understand, I won't touch myself," you whimpered.

Satisfied, Seonghwa rubbed the reddened spot on your thigh and began driving.

Whilst Seonghwa was focused on driving, an idea popped into your head. A quite dangerous one at that. But you really wanted to get back at him for playing with you in front of his parents. You didn't know what made you decide on going forth, but you were sure your horniness had a large play.

Quickly getting yourself to work, you had somehow managed to unzip Seonghwa's pants and whip his hardening dick out. You licked your lips at the sight, your hand began stroking him as the other settled on his thigh in order to stabilize yourself.

Quickly getting yourself to work, you had somehow managed to unzip Seonghwa's pants and whip his hardening dick out. You licked your lips at the sight, your hand began stroking him as the other settled on his thigh in order to stabilize yourself.

"What are you-" Seonghwa's words were cut off with his own moan as you delved down to take his dick deep in your mouth. Hearing him moaned out only egged you to go on further.

You deepthroated Seonghwa as best as you could, sucking him whilst letting your hand play with his balls.

"B-baby, you ca-an't do this," he said through gritted teeth. You peered up only to see his eyes glued to the road, but his hands were gripping onto the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles turned white. You took him out of your mouth to pump him in with your hand instead, you rested your head on his thighs and looked up to him with a pout on your face, "you said I couldn't play with myself, well I'm not! I'm playing with you, you and your pretty cock," you proceeded to lick along the vein of his dick.

Seonghwa groaned as his resolve started to wither away. Even whilst preoccupied with Seonghwa's dick, you could feel that he was speeding to go back.

With every suck or pump, Seonghwa's dick hardened and along with that, his need to cum. It was a gamble, sure, but you couldn't help yourself. It was a sudden automatic urge to tease Seonghwa. Maybe you could blame it on hanging out with Wooyoung too much.

You continued bobbing your head on Seonghwa's cock as quickly as you can. You started something and you wanted to make sure that you're going to finish. And by finish you meant him cumming down your throat.

Due to being so focused on Seonghwa's dick, you hadn't realized that you both had arrived at the frat. The car came to a full stop in front of the frat and was put in park.

Just as you were about to release Seonghwa from your mouth, Seonghwa held your neck and groaned, "you best keep your head there until I cum so deep down your throat that you'd choke," he ordered.

You happily obliged and returned to work him. Seonghwa's demand to make him cum only encourage you. You'd bob your head on him, fondle his balls, graze your teeth against his tip, and squeeze his dick. It proved to be very effective as Seonghwa threw his head back and began to thrust his own hips up to your mouth, wanting more.

His lips began calling out your name in moans. You could imagine his eyes screwed shut as he desperately chased his release.

It wasn't until two, three more deepthroating that he came in your mouth. You could feel his dick twitched in your mouth as his warm cum trickle down your throat. The feeling made you moan and the vibration of your voice shot up from his dick to his spine, making him shudder.

You managed to swallow all of him clean, not leaving a single drop out. After you detached yourself from his dick, you could feel that he was about to pull you in for a kiss. But you expertly evaded him and dart out of his car into the frat instead.

"Hey- wait!" Seonghwa called out, cursing and immediately shoving his dick back into the pants and lock the car to follow after you.

When you walked into the frat, you ran past San and Jongho who were on the couch, watching something on the tv. You ran straight to the staircase and aim for Seonghwa and Hongjoong's bedroom.

Maybe it was because you weren't exactly running away from him, or maybe he was really just that fast, but he caught up to you mid-step and heave you up onto his shoulder wordlessly. He sent a spank onto your ass, making you yelp loudly. The sound of your voice didn't break his focus as he immediately entered your room.

As soon as he put you down on the floor, he gripped onto your chin and kissed you roughly.

"Strip naked for me," he said against your lips before letting you go. The serious tone in his voice made you hurriedly tug all of your clothes off and simply shove them to the side somewhere.

When you finally looked up, you saw Seonghwa on your bed, naked with his cock in his hand. He motioned for you to come to him with one hand while his other one was sliding up and down his slick shaft. The sight was so arousing, you could've sworn your juice leaked out of you.

"Ride me," he ordered as soon as you arrived next to the bed. You immediately obliged, throwing a leg over him and immediately slip his dick inside your pussy. Both of you moaned loudly when you felt how he filled you up and he felt how warm you are.

"Fucking move baby, I need you so bad," Seonghwa moaned out. His hips rolled up against yours and immediately you took the hint. You anchored yourself on his chest and began thrusting yourself up and down his dick. You threw your head back at the feeling and let out a long moan.

Not wanting you to work by yourself, Seonghwa gripped your hips and began meeting your thrusts. The sudden powerful hit from his hips made your arms weak and you almost toppled over onto his body.

"H-Hwa, you feel so good," you moaned out, moving your hips faster on him. Seonghwa reached a hand up to your breast and began squeezing and playing with your nipple, adding to the pleasure even more. "You feel even better, baby," he said, tongue licking his bottom lip.

The sight of his tongue was enough to drove you almost mad. You leaned forward and crash your lips to his, locking you both in a desperate kiss all the while your hips move as quickly as it could, not minding the fact that you might be sore tomorrow. Tonight, you only thought about Seonghwa fucking you.

Both of you moved in tandem with each other. Seonghwa held you as close as he could, a hand wrapped around your waist and another grabbing onto your ass, squeezing the flesh hard. Meanwhile, you were busy exploring Seonghwa's mouth with your tongue, his own tongue would even fight you for dominance.

Maybe it was because Seonghwa had been teasing you all through dinner, but you felt yourself so close to the edge. Your pussy clenched on his dick, signalling him of your impending climax.

As if to tell you to cum, Seonghwa planted his feet on your bed and began thrusting at a pace much quicker than yours. Because you were on top of him, you could feel him thrusting deep in you, rubbing onto your sweet spot continuously until you froze and came on top of him. His lips prevented you from moaning too loud which was a shame but you couldn't really protest.

It took Seonghwa a couple more thrust into your clenching pussy before he completely emptied himself in you. Both of your cum mixing and trailing down your thighs onto his and even dropping onto the bed.

The once ferocious kiss changed to a romantic one as Seonghwa nibbled onto your bottom lip sweetly. You could feel him smile against your own lips.

"You did great, baby," he said, letting your body drop down fully on top of him. When he was about to slip out of you, you whined in protest and hugged him tightly like a koala. Seonghwa chuckled at your adorableness, he carded a hand through your hair sweetly and peck your forehead, "we gotta clean up, baby, you've got cum in you and everywhere else," he said.

You whined and buried your face onto the crook of his neck in protest, "do that tomorrow, I like having you inside me," you pouted. Though his instinct told him to remove you and clean up, he couldn't say no to you. He knew he has no power if it comes to anything concerning you.

So he defeatedly sighed and somehow covered both of your bodies with your blanket. He made sure that you were in a comfortable position before closing his own eyes to get some rest.

The last thing you heard was him telling you goodnight and then a soft peck landed on your forehead before you drifted off to dreamland.

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[buckyownsmylife]

t r e a c h e r o u s - final chapter

The one where you are Sebastian’s girlfriend, but Chris can’t get enough of you.

Due to the age gap between you and Sebastian, your boyfriend has a hard time feeling sexually attracted to you. In order to save your relationship, he invites Chris to have sex with you while he watches, hoping that the voyeurism will awaken his arousal and jealousy. Soon, he’ll learn that inviting his best friend into his relationship may have just been the worst mistake he ever made, when Chris finds himself unable to let you go after his role is done.

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A/N: this is it, guys! Treacherous’ final chapter! It’s probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever written and so far out of my comfort zone, but maybe that’s why I’m so proud of it 🙈 Thanks for sticking so far! I’ll probably be announcing my next series soon, hope that you guys will like that as well. If you’re part of my taglist solely for treacherous, but is still interested in my other works, please follow the link in my description or in my masterlist to join another taglist!

Chris’ P.O.V.

I could see the shock in her eyes when she found me on the other side of the door, despite the pouring rain that had been steadily falling for the last three days in LA. I didn’t care about the weather, just like I didn’t care that she was in a relationship with one of my best friends. I just had to see her. 

“Chris?” She asked, and held her robe tighter against her body, which she predominantly hid behind the door. It made me irrationally angry. I was aware of the lack of correspondence between that simple action and the intensity of the feeling that overtook my body, but there wasn’t anything I could do at that moment. I was too far gone, already.

“What? Wasn’t expecting to see me? Didn’t think I’d come all the way down here to ask you why the hell you’ve been avoiding me like I’m the devil?” She flinched, but didn’t make any movement to show more of herself from behind the door. 

“For fuck’s sake, woman, stop hiding from me. I’ve seen you naked before. I’ve had you writhing with pleasure under me…” My voice slowly disappeared as I stared down at her stomach, now visible since I had pushed my way into the house, taking the door away from her. She was tense, her hands trying to cover her belly and failing miserably. “You’re pregnant?!”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. That much was obvious. But if my first reaction was to feel desperation at the realization that the woman I loved was that much more unattainable, a small voice in my brain whispered something that left me curious.

“Who’s the father?” I asked, looking at her directly in the eyes, despite the fact that she was trying to look pretty much everywhere but at me. “Y/N.” The way I called her name was a warning in itself, but she still didn’t budge. “Y/N,” I called again as I took a step closer to her, until we were in fact all but touching. 

“Answer me.” I held her jaw tightly but carefully, forcing her to meet my eyes, but she still didn’t answer, opting instead to bite her lower lip and look up at me with a desperate look in her eyes. I knew what she was asking for, and so I obliged. “Come here,” I whispered, already pulling her to follow my demand. And then I leaned down and took her lips in mine.

It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the night, that she was pregnant and that her boyfriend - my best friend - was sleeping somewhere in that house. All that mattered was her and I and the way it felt when our lips touched.

Her hands came up to my hair and I pulled her up by her ass as best as I could, considering the belly between us. “Where is he?” I whispered, and she didn’t even open her eyes to speak. 

“Our bedroom.”

“Fine.” I took her to the hallway and opened the first door I found, which was of the guest room I had spent a few nights in, oh so many months ago. It shared a wall with the bedroom where Sebastian was currently sleeping in, but the truth was, I did not care. A big part of me, the dark part of me, was kind of hoping he would listen. I wanted him to know that I was fucking his girl, because maybe then she’d finally be mine.

I unceremoniously dropped her on the bed before crawling over her body, pulling her by the back of her neck so our lips would meet again. I was desperate for her, for her taste, for her warmth, her caresses. Luckily, it seemed like she felt the same way.

“Chris,” she whispered as I leaned down to suck on her breasts. They were slightly bigger, I bet they were more sensitive to my touch. I moaned at the thought that soon, they would be filled with the warm milk she’d need to feed her child. I wanted to have a taste of it too. I wanted to be around to witness the changes, worship the body that was growing another human being.

“I got you, baby.” Carefully, I swirled my tongue around her nipples, appreciating the shiver that took over her body. “Does it feel good?” I had to ask, to which she breathlessly agreed, one of her hands coming up to lose itself on my hair, keeping my lips attached to her skin. “I’ll take care of you.”

The words raised goosebumps over her skin, and I couldn’t help but to let my hands follow them until I reached her belly, carefully and softly rubbing it as I continued to kiss her breasts a bit longer.

“I’ll always take care of you, baby girl. You just have to say it.” Her eyes met mine, and it was clear that she knew what I meant. “Tell me who’s the father, princess.” She shook her head, her hands coming up to push me away from her, but I captured her wrists before she could, kissing my way to her face again.

I gave her another one of those soul shattering kisses that I hadn’t known before we met. I tried to show her what I felt, how much I wanted her, just by the way my tongue invaded her mouth. If she noticed my desperation, she didn’t say anything. Quickly, her body lost its tension, her arms escaping my hold to fall beside her body, and she became complacent again.

Good. That’s how I needed her to be.

Pressing one last kiss against her lips, I got back to where I was before, now making my way down to where she was already dripping for me. God, I could smell her. She was mouthwatering in every sense. I couldn’t wait to have her taste in my mouth again.

And so I delved in, my tongue coming out to slowly swirl her clit around. She moaned loudly, pulling on my hair again. Perhaps she wasn’t that worried about Sebastian finding us, either.

The thought spurred me on. I buried my face in her, my nose still bumping her little button as I pressed my tongue as far as it could go inside. I never wanted to forget her taste. When her thighs started to quiver around me, I pushed a finger into her, and she cried out loud, pulling on my locks forcefully. I welcomed the burn. I welcomed any sensation she gifted me. 

Despite her sensitiveness, I didn’t stop eating her out. I couldn’t. I wanted to stretch this experience as much as possible. I wanted her forever. And I was going to convince her to choose me tonight.

So I carefully drank her release, slowly pushing my finger in and out of her until she was thrusting back against me again. Only then did I force another finger into her, watching for her reaction before resuming my movements on her clit. She looked so beautiful with her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing with the force of my movements. I wished I was able to kiss her all over at the same time, keep having her taste in my mouth while I sucked on her breasts the way I was doing to her little clit now.

I could only imagine how gorgeous she would look further down her pregnancy, when her full breasts and her belly became too big for me to meet her eyes while I was taking care of her needs like I was right now. But I didn’t want to have to imagine. I wanted to live it, to be there for her as she gave birth, only to fill her with more babies right after. 

When she filled my mouth with her essence again, I accepted it was time to move on, although I still would have been happy to spend the rest of my life between her thighs, literally drinking her in. But Y/N seemed eager to get on with it too, as she pulled me to her as best as she could and kissed me again.

Her tongue tried to swipe as much of her own taste as she could, and fuck if she wasn’t the sexiest woman I’d ever slept with. A groan escaped my chest and I pushed her against the bed again, pumping my cock a few times before swiping the blunt head against her clit.

“Guess I don’t have to worry about cumming inside of you, right?” My words made her moan, and since she couldn’t reach me anymore, she opted to fist the sheets beside her head, trying to move her hips in a way that would get me inside of her faster. 

Seeing her need, I thrusted into her, but instead of taking my time to let her adjust to my thickness, I only stopped when I bottomed out. And then I immediately started pistoning, fucking her like I hated her. I needed her fucked silly for what I had in mind.

And it didn’t take too long to get her there. The tricky part was trying to contain myself, because she was like a fucking aphrodisiac: the simple sight of her naked body - especially now that she was pregnant - was enough to make me ready to burst a nut. But after a few rough thrusts, she was already babbling nonsense, just like I wanted her to be.

I could barely understand my name and little prayers of ‘oh god’, and ‘yes please’ as I kept on fucking her. Just when I felt her cunt start to contract around me, I pulled out, quickly turning her around so I could fuck her doggy style - our favorite. The second I was inside of her again, I pulled her by her hair so she’d be resting against my thighs.

“Well, now that I have you here…” I whispered against her ear, enjoying the goosebumps that raised where my warm breath touched her skin. “You’re gonna tell me. Who’s the father, Y/N?”

She tried to shake her head when she caught up to my intentions, but I was still firmly holding her hair, just like my other hand was holding her hips against me, so she wouldn’t be able to move.

“C’mon, baby girl. By now you must have realized that I will get this out of you sooner or later. I’ll only stop when I do.” One of my hands went around her to caress her belly.  It’s not like the entire world didn’t know how crazy I was about having kids. And ever since I saw her full belly, it became clear that I only wanted them if it was with her. 

The hand that was on her belly went further south to part her lower lips so my middle finger could play with her sensitive clit. I had to bite my lip to stop from grunting when I felt my own digit softly run over my length as I resumed my thrusts in her, this time forcing her to fuck herself against me.

When I felt her fall slack against my chest, I kissed her temple, cooing meanly at her. “Already tired, baby? I haven’t even started with you yet. Unless, of course, this means you’re ready to start spilling some truth to me.”

I fucked her hard, taking sick pleasure from the little gasps and moans that escaped her as I continued to overstimulate the hell out of the woman I loved. This time, when she came again, I didn’t stop thrusting, finding just enough self control to fuck her through her orgasm and push it further, until she was bouncing against my body, like a rag doll I could easily manipulate.

“Who’s. The. Father. Of. The. Baby?” I punctuated each word with a particularly rough thrust, never stopping the little circles I was doing to her clit, even as she was trying to push my hand away from her.

“Babies!” She screamed as she came again, trembling over my body when I finally stopped, confused. What the hell was she talking about?

“What?” I asked, and when she didn’t answer, I gave another little nudge at her nub and she immediately responded, thrashing around in an effort to escape my touch. 

“Babies. They’re.. They’re babies.” As realization struck through me, an even bigger possessive edge took over my body, and my fingers trembled in the effort to control myself.

“How many?” I asked, softly kissing the crook of her neck as I abandoned her abused clit to run my fingers up her body. Despite my relatively sweet gestures, my voice was ice cold, and I knew she could hear the aggressive undertone of my actions.

“W-what?” It was her turn to question.

“How many babies? Are they twins?” It took her some time to answer, and I took advantage of it to draw over the edge of her nipples with one of my fingers. When I had enough of waiting, I pulled harshly on them, at the same time biting down on her right shoulder. 

“Y-YES. A boy and a girl. Th-they’re a boy and a girl.” The need for domination was rising within me. I was in desperate need of some answers. Was the girl of my dreams fulfilling my fantasy with my best friend or was she trying to keep my kids, my wish come true, from me? Nuzzling against her neck, I delivered a single quick slap over her pussy, just to call her attention to me.

“It could be so easy, baby girl… Just to tell me the truth.” Delivering another slap over her sensitive cunt, she almost doubled over with the impact, but I kept her close to me by the hand possessively wrapped around her belly. “If you tell me they’re his, I’ll leave just as soon as I’m done with you. This will be the last time I’ll interfere in your family life. I’ll stand on the sidelines and watch as you two raise your kids, keeping only the memories of your naked body so I can pleasure myself without you.” 

She was trembling again, undoubtedly ready to cum yet another time, but unable to comprehend how her body was able to.  “But if they’re mine…” I continued, releasing a long, shaky breath as I tried to clear my own mind while dealing with this possibility. “Well then, get ready to start fucking screaming, because this will be the last time you’ll ever see Sebastian in your life.”

I pushed her roughly down against the mattress again, one hand keeping her head on the pillow while the other adjusted her hips so I could pound her. I didn’t hold back this time, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep from cumming for much longer. The thought that Y/N could be pregnant with my kids was too much for me, my balls feeling heavy as they slapped on her clit and my groin and all I wanted to do was to paint her insides with my cum again. So I needed her to cum one last time, and fast.

“Tell. Me.” I commanded, fucking her harshly, forcefully, and by now her moans carried more pain than pleasure in their sound, although the latter was still present. “Fuck…” I was so close to losing it, I needed to know. My voice wavered as I felt my orgasm approaching, the force of which was so high I felt tears rising to my eyes, much like Y/N, who was already sobbing underneath me. “Please, baby girl. Please tell me.”

I don’t know what did it for her, if it was the tiredness that overcame her after this last orgasm or if the broken tone of my words caught her heart, but when she came this time, she screamed the words I was begging to hear.

“They’re yours, Chris. They’re yours.” As soon as they were out into the world, I was cumming inside of her, the feeling of euphoria that much higher as I struggled to keep softly thrusting into her, to milk both of our orgasms fully.

My strength disappeared as my muscles relaxed, and I had to adjust myself to fall by her side and not hurt her belly. Immediately, a silly smile appeared on my face, and I reached out to caress it.

“You’re not lying, right?” She managed to chuckle a little bit, one of her arms hiding her eyes from me.

“I don’t think I have enough energy to even do that.” That was all I needed to know. I managed to pull her to me by the back of her neck, kissing her with all I had. 

“I hope you know I’m never letting you go.” Y/N smiled softly at me, her hand covering my own, that was still over her belly.

“I’m counting on it.” We stayed like that for a while, just basking in the afterglow, before she suddenly interrupted it with a question I honestly didn’t want to think about.

“Who’s going to tell Sebastian?”

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[forcefulkitten]

more than enough

[phinks magcub x fem! reader]

summary: Phinks visits you at your place of work and provides more than the favor you’ve asked of him.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, rough sex, office sex

word count: 2,444

Today is not your day. Everything that can go wrong is doing exactly that. You woke up extremely tired, makeup and hair didn’t come out to your liking and you’re swamped with projects to complete at work. Sanity held on a thin string, you nearly burst a blood vessel when your boss asks you, more like tells you, to stay in for your lunch break and prepare a presentation for an unexpected meeting that was just squeezed into schedule.

Furiously grabbing your phone, you send a text over to Phinks. “Phinksy can you please bring me lunch today? Stuck in the office prepping for a meeting.” Turning your attention to the work you have to get done, a few minutes later you’re interrupted by your phone ringing. Phinks on the line, you pinched the bridge of your nose and let out a sigh, preparing yourself to hear an earful. “Babe? What the fuck is going on?” He questioned, frustration evident in his tone. “Boss came in and told me to skip my break because something came up last minute. Please just bring me anything to eat Phinks, I’m having a shit day already as is.” You hear Phinks exhale through the phone before grumbling, “Who the hell do those bastards think they are? I told you to quit that job, it’s not like we need the money anyways. Pfft, whatever, I’ll see you soon.” He ends the call and you're happy to have one thing go your way today, not that you're surprised since it's Phinks who you're asking for help. He’d always complain and make sly remarks about anything you ask, but never tells you no. It became clear over time thats just how he expresses himself. Phinks loves to be your lifeline, the one you turn to when you’re in a bind. You appreciate everything he does, making sure to never take advantage of his kindness.

Concentrating on your work, your focus is completing tasks for the meeting to go smoothly. All of your other projects with upcoming deadlines would have to wait for now. If you attend to everything at once, things won’t get done properly and you’re not a half-ass worker. The presentation for the meeting is coming together sooner than you thought and you start to feel like the rest of the day would take a turn for the best once you add finishing touches.

Your office line rings and you pick up, greeted by the lobby receptionist. “Hello, a blonde-haired gentleman who referred to himself as your boyfriend is making his way up to see you. I tried asking for his name but he stormed off. Please let me know if you’d like for security to intercept.” You apologize for his behavior, cursing yourself for not meeting him downstairs since you know he doesn't give his name out. You stand up and straighten out your clothes, ruffling your hair in an attempt to make yourself look more presentable. His timing is impeccable, arriving right after your coworkers leave for their lunch break.

Phinks knocks before entering, closing the glass door behind him and locking it, which makes the glass turn from clear to frosted, granting you two privacy. Placing your food on a side table, he walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you to bring you into a hug. You wrap your arms around his torso and nuzzle your face into his chest. His hugs are warm, always effective in making you melt into his touch. Looking up into his eyes, you give him a small smile. “Thank you Phinksy. I can always count on you.” Phinks kisses you, resting one hand on your neck and the other on the small of your back to press you closer to him. Biting down on your lip, he slips his tongue into your mouth and the two of you engage in a steamy make out session. Phinks’ hands are roaming your body, squeezing your ass, palming your breast and before long you feel his erection against your stomach. You know you shouldn’t let this escalate any further but Phinks has a way of always getting what he wants. He’s charming and has an aura to him that makes you feel like whatever happens, you’ll be protected because he’s there. All common sense out of the window, you refuse to let the opportunity for him to fuck you in your office slip away.

Phinks leans down, picking you up with his arms hooked under your thighs and places you on your desk. Skirt hiked up with your lacy thong in plain sight, Phinks unbuttons your blouse and takes in how stunning you look. You’re embarrassed given the circumstances and he’s staring at you the same way a predator looks at their prey. He moves closer and goes straight to licking and sucking your neck, one of his hands keeping you in place with a firm grip. The feeling of his tongue abusing your jugular is exciting, making your breath heavy and heat build in your core. Your mind is clouded with arousal and you can’t hide the moans that convince Phinks that you wouldn’t protest to him taking you right here.

He brings his fingers to your cunt, pushing your thong to the side before delving two of his thick fingers into you. He lets out a grunt of approval when his digits slip right in. “Damn babe. You want me to fuck you here? At work? How very unprofessional of you.” His tone is full of lust and still teasing you at the same time. Hooking your fingers in the band of his track pants, you pull him closer and pull them down slightly along with his boxers. His throbbing member springs out, hitting his lower stomach and you eagerly stroke him. Phinks enjoys this momentarily before sliding his boxers and track pants down to his ankles, unzipping his sweater to toss aside and turning his gaze back to you. Generally, he would allow you to take your time with him but there’s none to spare right now. Squeezing your tender breasts, you lean back as he brings his mouth to suck on your pert nipples. Mouth switching between either one, the sensation is going straight to your sex and you whine, ”I don’t have much time.” Smirking against your chest, he releases your nipple with a wet popping sound.

Phinks pulls you by your hips towards the edge of your desk and your legs are spread open, pussy glistening, inviting him to wreck you. Slipping your thong off and meticulously setting it aside, Phinks lines himself up with your entrance. Coating his tip in your essence, he swipes over your clit a few times before sheathing himself all the way into your tight walls, making you gasp at the sudden stretch. He begins thrusting into you harshly, feeling your cunt greedily suck him back in whenever he inches out of you. The office is quiet except the sounds of skin slapping, his grunts and your moans. You pray to whatever gods that you’re the only person who stood behind during lunch or you wouldn’t be able to look your coworkers in the eye after this. His onslaught has too much force behind it, it’s too quick, too deep and you’re trying your best to stifle the obnoxious wails leaving your mouth. Pleading eyes lock with his, “You’re. Going to. Break me. Slow. Down. P-please.” While crying out, your words are met with hard thrusts and to quiet you down he covers your mouth with his hand. Phinks attempts to slow his pace but it quickly picks back up again and much to your dismay, its even worse than before. The sound of your desk shifting against the floor is deafening when it mixes amongst the rest of the noises filling the room. Your arms wrap around him and dig crescents into his muscular shoulders, making him hiss at the sharp pressure. He knows he isn’t going easy on you but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t appealing to see you willingly come undone right here. He leans his forehead onto yours, staring straight into your soul while ravishing you like this would be the last time he’d ever see you. The fingers of one of his hands squeeze your hip so tight that you’ll undoubtedly feel it for the next few days. He releases his hold over your mouth when he realizes that drool is beginning to coat his palm, allowing you to take a much needed breath of air into your lungs. Suddenly Phinks pulls out, chest rising and falling while he stares at you with hunger in his eyes. The way you look all fucked out in front of him is captivating. He thinks that maybe this job isn’t so bad after all but who is he kidding? He still wants you to quit but seeing your wet folds perched on your desk is enough to stop him from mentioning the topic for some time. Maybe he’d even offer to bring you lunch more often, especially if it meant that you’d end up like this.

Lifting you up as if your weight was that of a feather, a shiver courses through you when your back is pressed against the cold glass that surrounds your office. “It’s not everyday that I get to fuck you at work. Maybe I’ll go thank that boss of yours after this.” Phinks’ arms hold you up by grasping onto your ass, carefully lining you up with his shaft before slamming you down fully. With your legs wrapped around him, the new angle is delicious. You can feel every ridge on his cock and his tip drums against your cervix with every bounce. The way he slides in and out of you with ease and the sensation of his balls slapping against your ass when his hips meet yours has the pit of your stomach in tangles. Your moans are drawn out and Phinks smiles at you when he hears the squelching noises coming from your soaked pussy. Arms that were clinging onto him with all of your strength give out, leaving you to lean your upper back and head against the wall with your arms falling to your sides. Phinks doesn’t struggle to continue holding you up but now his hips are grinding into your heat instead of bobbing you up and down. The added friction from his pelvis brushing against your clit is bringing you closer to your climax. Phinks tugs one of your arms up to his shoulder, guiding you to hold onto him once more. Desperate to quiet your wanton moans, he brings his lips to yours, swallowing your sounds before aggressively exploring your mouth. The coil in your gut snaps soon after, white hot pleasure taking over your vision. The build up made your orgasm hit you all at once and you ride out your high, bucking your hips to take more of Phinks if at all possible. Forgetting about the shitty day you were having before this, you’re so thankful that you have someone as reliable as him in your life.

“You’re so tight woman, I can’t get enough of this.” Phinks sounds frustrated at himself, the motion of his thrusts are becoming erratic and you know he’s close to his end. His stamina is off the charts, normally lasting way longer than this. The chance of being caught is thrilling, and that alone has him tuckered out already. He leans his chest into you as close as he can, pressing your body into the glass as he bucks into you. You’re folded like a pretzel, whimpering and moaning all while being worried that the glass might break. The way your pussy is still clenching around him from your orgasm and the sheer amount of slick between you coating his cock is sending him over the edge. Phinks untangles your legs from around his waist and brings them to hook over his shoulders. One hand holding you by the cuff of your ass and the other on your waist over your bunched skirt, he slowly sinks you down onto him. You brace your arms on his forearms since he has complete control in this position, your back no longer being supported by the glass wall. Phinks shifts you up and down as slowly as he could while rolling his hips into you when he’s fully buried inside. His eyes are glued on your form. The way your breast bounce is mesmerizing. How you fit perfectly around his length. The way your eyes look into his with so much reliance. Your lips ajar from the heaves leaving your chest. You’re shocked and amused at how much restraint he’s showing right now while trying to live in this moment for as long as he can. “Baby, just cum already.” You whisper between breaths. Phinks lets out a guttural moan before shooting ropes of his seed that fill you to the brim. He adores your dedication to squeezing him dry while you move your hips to greedily milk all he has.

Phinks sets you down and your legs feel like spaghetti while you try to balance yourself. You adjust your breast back into your bra and button up your blouse. After pulling your skirt back down into place, you fix the wrinkles in the fabric with your hands. When you turn around to him, he’s already slipped his boxers and track pants up and has his sweater on as well. How the hell isn’t there a single hair out of place on his head? You’re envious of how he looks so collected compared to you. He walks over to you, thong in hand and bends down for you to slip your feet through it. His fingers skim up your thighs towards your sex and he pushes his cum back in that was threatening to dribble out. Once he’s made sure none is going to waste, he pulls your thong up and then instructs you to spin around slowly so he can examine if your outfit is all in place. Phinks brings you into a passionate kiss and also takes the time to mess with your hair to help you look like you working instead of being fucked. “Do you need anything else? Food might be cold now. Sorry.” He has a sheepish grin on his face while scratching the back of his head. “Nope. You’ve done more than enough. Come pick me up later?” You rub your hands up and down his arms, a blush on your face. “Sure, good luck dealing with those corporate idiots.”

[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

Silva Lining (Saul Silva x Reader) Chapter 10

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 3.3k

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You were on cloud nine. Waking up in Sauls arms the next morning was the highlight of your life. Granted, you were sore! The discomfort was something you were willing to put up with however because last night was mind blowing.

The morning after was filled with gentle playing and heated make out sessions. It was Sunday so luckily neither of you were expected to be anywhere. You showered together, learning each others bodies further. Saul made you breakfast and after that you lay and watched a movie together. Normal, mundane, relationship stuff. It was all you could dream of.

Unfortunately the time came where you had to go back to your dorm. Instead of doing the walk of shame you opted for your new favourite method of transportation. Portal. Saul kissed you deeply before the black whole appeared and you disappeared through it. At least now you could teleport back and forward into his room having seen the inside more clearly.

The girls jumped when your portal appeared in the middle of the room. They’re were on your instantly, eager for the juicy details. You sat down and gave them the PG version, not delving into too much detail. What you both did last night was personal and not for the faint hearted. You also showed off the presents Saul had gotten you and the Winx club squealed in delight when they saw the ring. After your lowdown of the events last night, the girls let you know that the party was a massive hit and if it wasn’t for Terras hangover potion they’d all still be in bed.

Presents adorned the floor of the main room you notice, someone must have brought them up for you. There were so many you didn’t know if you’d manage to open them all on your own. So one by one the girls helped you unwrap the gracious gifts. That took up a chunk of time. Still chatting and opening, Terra blushed and rattled off about how Helia had kissed her goodnight at the end of the party, then you noticed Aisha blushing too, the same thing had happened with her. The specialists were making moves and you couldn’t help but swell with excitement for your friends. Everything was perfect, maybe too perfect.

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-The Next day-

“What do you think the assembly is about?” Your arm was linked with Stella’s as you walked through the grand halls of the castle you called your school. You’d never get used to your real life Hogwarts.

“It’s a burned one assembly apparently and even worse, my mother is leading it. Yippee. She’s really just here to check on my progress and remind me how much of a disappointment I am.” Your best friend rolled her eyes. You were slightly nervous about meeting the Queen of Solaria, I mean, who wouldn’t be. Stella had insisted you’d stay with her. Emotional support. You took her hand in yours and gave it a squeeze.

The cars pulled up and the chauffeur opened the door for the Queen. Regal and gorgeous, the spitting image of Stella apart from she had brown hair instead of blonde. She came over and greeted Stella with a hug and then stopped. Her eyes widened as she looked at you. She was starring and you didn’t know why….

“Pleasure to meet you your highness.” You curtsied, Stella had shown you how. It seemed to snap the Queen from her daze and she smiled at you.

“How lovely, you must be Y/N, Stella’s told me a lot about you.”

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You’d left Stella to catch up with her mum. Aimlessly wondering the halls looking at features you’d never stopped to appreciate before. Then you saw one flustered looking man.

“Sa- Mr Silva!.” You jogged to catch up to him. He stopped turning. He didn’t smile. Woooah. He looked stressed.

“Now isn’t a great time Y/N.” You wanted to reach out and touch him but there were students all around. Did he really just brush you off though? Must be something serious going on for his shitty attitude.

“Okay.” You whispered. “Well, maybe we can talk when you change your attitude anyway.” You were annoyed. You knew his job was stressful and you knew that you had to act like student and teacher during school hours, however, you’d like to think that he would be a bit more… kinder, even when he was pissed at something else. Before he spoke you’d turned on your heel, flicking your hair behind you and walked off. Suck on that.

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The assembly had started. You weren’t there. You were too annoyed with Saul to sit there while he was up at the front acting as if he wasn’t rude to you two minutes ago. You skipped, wondering the school grounds when you bumped into Bloom.

“Whats your excuse for skipping?” You fell into step with the red head, who explained she was trying to find more about where she came from. Part of you realised that maybe you should have been making more effort in that department. You were still a mystery and going through the books you had stolen from the library in Magix hadn’t turned anything up yet.

You reached a storage cellar, old books, pictures and other junk filled the room to the brim, all covered in dust and cobwebs. Sky was there, he seemed surprised to see you, like wise.

“Maybe while were looking I might find something about me too.” You started searching through things. Not sure at all about what you were looking for when you were then joined by Beatrix and Riven. Not two of your favourite people to say the least.

You didn’t know them too well, but there was a reason for that. Trouble seemed to follow them everywhere and Beatrix gave you a weird vibe. Not good juju. Riven was just a punk. He thought he was the bad boy but it was all an act which you saw straight through. Example A. Beatrix just dropped the bomb that Riven was the one walking around school telling everyone Bloom was a changeling. You still didn’t see the big deal about changelings. You were one too after all. Sky and Riven left, leaving you alone with the two girls.

“So, that door is locked. Are we breaking in or not?” You didn’t wait for their answer. Curiosity getting the best of you. Walking over you put your hand on the lock and picture it heating up. Fire. Another one of the many abilities you possessed. Your magic was second nature to you now. Like you’d been practising for years. It was scary and cool at the same time just how intone with your abilities you were. The lock fell off and the door swung open.

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What the hell had you been dragged into. Honestly this wasn’t really your style. But hey, you’d gotten this far. You were currently in a stolen car, driving to some place called Asterdale. Bloom had a theory that’s where her parents might be from and hey, what do you know, Beatrix knows where it is. So yup, you were in the front of a stolen.. ROYAL car.

Ohhh lord. This wasn’t going to end well.

- Sauls POV -

Where the hell was she. Why wasn’t she at the assembly?! Saul was ragging, scared, angry at himself for being so flippant with Y/N earlier. The visit from the Queen and with the death of a teacher, it was a lot to deal with. He hadn’t meant to take it out on his sweet girl. Now he was just worried. Leaving the assembly would look suspicious so he stayed, part of him hoping she was just running late.

His fears got worse when he went back to Farah’s office. Farah had noticed Y/N wasn’t there either. She was more worried than she’d ever been. Then Y/N’s suit mates burst through the door looking worried too.

“Y/N and Bloom were in the east wing its Beatrix during assembly.” Saul, Farah and Ben all looked at each other.

“Okay and why were they down there?” Farah was quick to get it in the neck from Musa. Who was visibly concerned about something. Saul couldn’t stand still, pacing back and forward.

“Omg we know, we know that someone killed Callum and you think it was a fairy and that’s what you were looking for in the assembly!” Saul’s head whipped round to Terra. “We haven’t heard from them in hours and no one as seen Beatrix either.” Saul’s thoughts were interrupted by a voice through the ear piece he was wearing.

“One of the Queens Guards are knocked out, his SUV is gone.” Sauls jaw clenched and made his way to the door. He was mad. If Beatrix had hurt his girl in any way, there would be hell to pay.

“We will find them, I promise.”

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-Your POV-

The place Beatrix took you to was bare. Was this some kind of sick joke? You drove two hours for this? Nothing but open fields and shrubs next to a steep looking cliff over looking choppy, cold water.

“And this is where you’ve taken us to kill us, right?” You joked but part of you was actually worried. You’d always thought Beatrix was a shady bitch. “Asterdale is a town right? So where is it?” You stopped, looking into the vastness. Bloom looked twitchy, annoyed almost because you guaranteed she was thinking the same thing as you.

You were alarmed all of a sudden when your ears pricked up at the sound of electricity, turning just in time to see Bloom shouting at Beatrix who’s hands were glowing with power.

“You’re not the only powerful fairies at Alfea you know.” Yup, you were right. You were so about to die. You raised your hands ready for a fight but the bolt of blue electricity burst past you hitting an invisible forcefield just like the one that surrounded the school and crashed with a loud bang, revealing chaos behind it.

Beatrix went on to tell you both about how Asterdale used to be a beautiful place, but one winter Burned Ones surrounded the settlement and a Military Unit from Alfea decided destroying the Burned Ones was more important than the lives of the people living there. How Queen Luna was the one who had put up the veil that stopped people from really seeing what had happened to the once thriving village. Then she went onto drop the bomb that Asterdale is where she was born and her family were killed there. The only people who survived were her… and you and Bloom. You were from Asterdale?

“I saw it, Dowling, Silva, Harvey.” Beatrix had tears rolling down her face. No, no…. Saul would never kill innocent people. Never. He couldn’t… that wasn’t your Saul. You whipped quickly at the stray tears that had fallen. He knew about this and he didn’t tell you? Did he know where you were from and he didn’t tell you because… he had a hand in killing a village full of innocents?

You’d heard enough and couldn’t bare to listen to anymore. You walked away, Beatrix and Bloom still talking about what had happened. You watched as the veil came down again slowly, covering up the evidence of a war crime. It was gone, just like that. As if nothing ever happened. As if the people that had once lived there never mattered. Forgotten in time.

Bloom still didn’t trust Beatrix, and neither did you. You opted for sitting in the back this time. Keeping an eye on the girl you hardly knew. What game was she playing? You felt like there had to be more to the story. Why would you and Bloom be hidden away in the first world? Why would Dowling, let you and Bloom into the school knowing that she killed your families?

“And we will get it because Rosalind is alive.” You caught the tail end of the convo, having been zoned out with your own thoughts. Hold the fuck up. The mysterious woman who had been leaving cryptic messages in Blooms head was.. Alive? After Miss Dowling told her that she had been dead for years. The plot thickens. You were about to make a comment but something on the road caught your eye.

“Oh fuck.” You braced yourself against the seat in the back as you watched Saul fire an arrow at the wheel of the car. It burst, sending the car skidding across the road. This was nottt going to be good.

You all jumped out of the car, Beatrix tried to run but Farah had used her magic and she was slowly sinking into the ground. Miss Dowling walked over, slapping on two bracelets on Beatrix’ wrists, it looked like coiled pieces of barbed wire. You didn’t care if B was shady, no one deserved that pain. Both you and Bloom bolted from the car with shouts of protest. You were lifted up into Sauls arms where you kicked and screamed to get free. Bloom was held back by Mr Harvey who was a lot stronger than he looked. You gave up, settling into Sauls arms, he was whispering in your ear trying to calm you, his hold on you tightening. Normally you’d feel comfort in his touch, but the story from Beatrix left you with some unanswered questions too big to go ignored.

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The girls were waiting for you outside. Stella grabbed you in a hug, you could tell she was worried. Saul was carting Beatrix away to her magic prison cell, not before letting you know that he’d speak to you later. Duty called. Duty sucked.

“Y/N, after we deal with Beatrix see me in my office, there’s something important we must discuss.” You glared at Miss Dowling who gave you a sympathetic look. Stella squeezed your arm.

“Y/N, you need to hear what she has to say. It’s important.” How did Stella know what she wanted to talk about. This whole day was one big bowl of confusing and you just wanted it to be over with. “Just know, I’ll be here when you’re ready, I promise.” Okay, so that wasn’t worrying at all…..

“I’m afraid miss Y/L/N, Stella won’t be able to keep that promise any time soon. Were leaving, Stella get in the car.” Stella’s eyes widened as she watched her things from the dorm being packed into her mothers car. The Queen was waiting for Stella to do what she said and this was one battle you wouldn’t win. Could you catch a break?

“No, No, NO, Stella you can’t leave, please I need you, you’re my best friend.” You were crying, the frustrations of the day coming out all at once. Stella was crying too but the Queens guards took her by the arms despite her struggles and stuffed her in the car. It was too much, you were sobbing, your vision blurry from the tears. You felt someone come up behind you and noticed the familiar tingle, crying harder as the car sped off into the distance. You turned and screamed in Sauls chest, luckily his strong arms were around you otherwise you’d have fallen to the ground in despair. Could today get any worse?

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Replaying the events from today to the other girls was hard. Luckily Bloom did most of the talking. Beatrix had apparently killed Callum and things were even more confusing now. You didn’t know who to trust, who to believe. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Saul. Your tired looking soldier was standing at the door with heavy eyes. “Babe, can you come with me please, Farah wants to talk to you.” She’d already spoken to Bloom about the events earlier. Now it was your turn after having time to calm down about Stella.

Standing up silently, you made your way to the door, the girls hugging you on the way out. You had the urge to ask Saul everything there and then. Let the cat out of the bag. Say ‘I know what you did,’ but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You didn’t want to believe the reason you were an orphan was because of the man you loved. Instead you took his hand when the coast was clear and sighed, having needed his touch all day.

You found yourself at the Headmistresses office more often than not these days, but this time something felt different. You turned to Saul and look him in the eyes.

“Why do I feel like if I go in there life will never be the same again.” His hand came up to touch your cheek which you leant into, savouring his warm touch.

“Darling, everything is okay, everything will be okay I promise.” People had been making a lot of promises today, hopefully they would be able to keep them. You started for the door but then noticed Saul didn’t budge.

“Are you not coming in?” You tilted your head. He shook his and gave you a kiss before you went through the doors.

“I’ll be right outside if you need me though.” With that you left him, facing whatever punishment Headmistress Dowling had in store for you.

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It hadn’t been as bad as you thought in the beginning. She sat you down, asked you if you wanted a drink or anything. Then she got into the nitty gritty stuff about what compelled you to go with Beatrix and Bloom. Answers. Answers you needed, that’s why you went with them.

“Bloom said something about her parents being from a place called Asterdale, Beatrix knew where it was. She took us there, we hoped we would find answers about why we were changelings. Turns out we learnt an ugly truth instead.” Farah looked shocked but you continued. “She said that Rosalind took her, me and Bloom, saved us from destruction cause by you, Silva and Harvey. Is that true?” Farah had her head in her hands. Guilt. You could practically smell it on her.

“It’s not what you think Y/N, please believe me, there’s more to the story.” She stood up, walking around to stand next to you. You stood up to, moving away from the woman who had set Saul up to spy on you. How could you believe her, all she’s done since you joined this world was lie.

“Why would I believe you! You killed my fucking parents!” You were angry. So angry, You could feel your eyes turning black. The shouting had alerted Saul who tried the door handles to get into the room but with a swish of your hand, the door was sealed shut, fire melting the hinges closed.

“Just calm down Y/N, please, lets talk about this.” In the background Saul was banging on the door and calling your name.

“Because of you, I don’t have a father, because of you I’ll never know my mother!” You advanced on the woman who had her hands up ready for a fight if that’s what it came to. You could feel the power coursing through your whole body. This is why you could control your magic so easily, you were so emotional.

“Y/N, I am your mother!” Farah screamed, Saul stopped banging on the door and your eyes faded back to their normal colour.

You knew before stepping into the room that something was going to happen and you were right, your world would be changed forever.

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[wittystiles]

Prisoner || Negan (Walking Dead)

author: wittystiles

word count: 3k

relationship: Negan x Fem!Reader 

warnings: 18+! Smut! Vaginal sex, fingering, oral (female receiving), cursing, dirty talk (if you squint, I tried), choking (barely lbr)

Summary: Prisoner!Negan gets a special surprise for Halloween. 

A/N: This was written for @thewalkingdead-imagines​ Halloween challenge, and unfortunately its ridiculously late because I got sick and shit. :-/ Anyway! I tried my best with the smut, it’s not the greatest but, she’s okay. As always, feedback is appreciated. Enjoy! (-:

Prompt: Dirty Talk - “Do I scare you?” - Prisoner

You crept silently down the stairs of the makeshift jail. A shiver ran up your spine each time your bare feet met the concrete floor. You tiptoed to the bars separating you from the man sound asleep on the bed. You took a moment to look him over, appreciating the way the sunrise cast a warm orange glow over the cell and his soft face. He’d been granted permission to shave the night before and you would have been lying if you said you were sad to see his disheveled beard go. 

You shimmied your hips a little in excitement before shouting, “boo!” 

Negan shot up on the bed, hands coming down behind him to steady himself. He was wide eyed when he turned to look at you. Unable to stop yourself from smiling, you stood on your tiptoes again, pressing yourself tight to the bars. “Oops,” you let out a soft giggle. “Did I scare you?” You winked at him, watching with obvious interest as he found his footing. He pressed himself up from the bed, crossing the small cell to stand in front of you, eyes narrowed now to angry slits. 

“No,” he replied, voice not shy of annoyance. His large hands wrapped tightly around the bars on either side of you. “What the hell do you think you’re even doin’?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, pressing your face further between the bars. “It’s Halloween. Figured you deserved a trick,” you winked, pursing your lips together for a kiss. He pulled away from the bars, denying you silently. You couldn’t hide your clear disappointment, brows coming close together as you moved to stand at the door to his cell. “Are you mad?” You wondered, crossing your arms underneath your chest, perking your breasts up. 

He shook his head, sitting back down on his bed. “Not at all.” He rest his elbows against his thighs, leaning forward with his hands clasped between his knees. “How the hell do you know it’s Halloween?” 

You took a moment to consider your answer, frowning a little bit. “Well, I don’t really.” You replied honestly. “It’s autumn though, and well - it just feels like it could be Halloween. Everyone else agreed with me, and we all decided to celebrate for the children here.” 

“Sounds like a waste of fuckin’ time.” 

You couldn’t help but feel a little down about his response to Halloween. You’d gone out of your way to wake up early to sneak down and surprise him and he didn’t even seem like he was interested. “Sorry I was trying to include you in something outside of your cell. I thought I was doing something nice.” 

“If you wanted to do something nice you’d have worn a sexy little costume for me, babe. Really encompass Halloween.” 

A smile spread across your lips as you pulled off the oversized and worn sweater you’d pulled on, revealing a tattered police uniform you were concerned was probably meant for a porno. Negans expression instantly shifted, his tongue getting caught between his teeth as his lips turned up in a smile. His eyes looked like they’d nearly lit up. You shimmied off the pants you were wearing, showing off the bottom of the outfit. You felt like you were barely dressed even though you were /mostly/ covering all of the important parts of your anatomy. 

“What is this, darlin’?” He looked you up and down, standing from his bed. 

You licked your lips to keep yourself from laughing excitedly, “well. You’re a prisoner. I figured it would be best to wear a matching costume. Also, how funny is it?”

“Very funny, baby.” He looked down at his own attire, sighing a bit. “Sorry I didn’t change for you. Not a whole lotta fuckin’ options in this place. I get this or - this.”  

“Don’t be sorry.”  You unlocked the cell, pulling it open. “You know? You have really been a model prisoner lately,” you mused, looking him over with a thin smile on your lips. “Hmm, what should I do to reward you?”  

“You should get your little ass in here and crawl to me on your fuckin’ knees.” You felt a shiver run up your spine, slowly sinking down to your knees, working your way silently across the floor until you reached him. You sat back on your heels, looking up at him with an expectant smile. 

“Happy Halloween,” Negan greeted, leaning down a little toward you. You lifted yourself up a bit, expecting a kiss. Your eyes shot open wider when instead his hand closed around your throat, pulling you up to your feet. He backed you up until your back met the bars, tightening his hold slightly on your throat. You clammered to grab hold of his wrist, looking over his features. He didn’t look pissed or particularly murderous, instead his pupils were wide and his face was that of a man who was damn near ravenous. You switched rapidly from fear to excitement. 

You tugged on his wrist as best as you could, trying not to react too much when he shoved his knee between your legs, supporting your body against his thigh. He kept his hand on your throat as he leaned forward, lips right beside your ear, whispering in a tone that would have soaked you through had you not have already been turned on the moment he grabbed your neck. “Do I scare you?” 

You slightly shook your head, relaxing down against his thigh. “No, baby.” You replied in a soft voice, tilting your head back between the bars, letting him keep hold of you. “You are making me want to reward you even more now, though.” 

He smirked, dropping his hand from your neck, gripping the front of your little cop costume tightly, “I’ve always fucking hated the law.” He supplied before he made quick work of ripping your costume down the front, smiling with excitement when he saw you weren’t wearing anything underneath. You lifted your arms a little so that he could pull the sleeves of the costume off of you, leaving your top half completely exposed. He dipped his head low, kissing along your chest, sucking your nipple between his soft, plump lips. He sucked gently, swirling his tongue around the nub until it was hard enough to catch between his teeth. He gave it a tug, making your breath hitch hard in your throat, your back arching to press your chest up. 

Negan released your nipple, kissing his way across your chest to the other side, repeating his actions as he began rocking his thigh against you, giving you attention you didn’t even realize you’d needed. Your hands came down from the bar, one finding its way into his short hair, giving a soft tug to pull him away from your chest. He lifted his eyes to meet yours, a hand leaving your side to come up and grab your wrist, moving your fingers from his hair. “Now, now, little girl. Don’t think I said you could go gettin’ grabby, did I?”

His drawl always made your heart flutter just a bit, and you gave a rock of your hips in replacement of  a response. Your eyes darted frantically from his lips, to his eyes, to his hand on your wrist. You had been anticipating getting into his cell and getting his hands on you for weeks, months even, and now that you finally were, your brain could hardly process it. He hadn’t done anything to you, and you were his already. Pliable, easy, ripe for the taking. His hand dropped from your wrist and you went back to holding the bars, bottom lip caught between your teeth. 

“Think you can be my good girl and keep your hands there for me?” His mouth was beside your throat as he spoke, his breath tickling your skin. You nodded eagerly, hands flying back to grasp the bars you were pressed against, fingers wrapping so tightly around them that your knuckles were turning white. 

Negan smirked, withdrawing from you, ripping your costume completely, watching the tattered remains fall to the floor at your feet. “Someone excited?” He gripped your hips hard, looking you over slowly. “You’re here to finally get off with me uh, baby?”

You nodded, hooking your leg around his to pull him closer, trying to keep him as close to you as possible. He dug his fingers into your hips hard, sure they were going to leave bruises if he didn’t let up. “Keep still,” he ordered in a tone that was more serious than you were ready for. You dropped your leg from around his, breathing deeply. He kisses his way down your bare body, getting comfortable on his knees in front of you, kissing softly along your hips, his hands coming down around your butt, giving a hard squeeze. “Hold onto the bars still,” he whispered against your skin, hooking his fingers into the flesh of your thigh, lifting your legs onto his shoulders. You held tighter to the bars to keep yourself up and supported, feeling the heat of his breath heavily between your legs. 

You knew he was going to touch you, but your flesh felt alight when he finally made contact with you. He spread your thighs wide enough to delve his tongue between your lips, licking slowly and deliberately along your core, looking up at you as he circled his tongue in slow, hard circles around your clit. You couldn’t look at him, eyes heavily lidded. You couldn’t remember the last time you were touched, let alone eaten out. His tongue was hot and heavy against you, lapping at your already soaking core like you were his favorite meal. Your head lulled back against the bars, hips barely rolling of their own accord.  You knew he was enjoying himself, feeling a soft vibration against your clit when he made the smallest sound. You wanted to beg him for more but you didn’t know how. You’d know you’d been deprived of intimacy but not enough to make you forget how to speak. 

He worked his mouth on you faster, circling the tip of his index finger around your entrance to coat it in your juices before he slowly slipped it inside of you, hooking it at just the right angle to get you to roll your hips hard against his face in a small spasm. You gasped in a breath, fingers feeling like they were going to break as you tightened them around the bars, keeping you together. He sucked hard on your clit as he added a second finger, the tips rubbing against a rough patch inside of you, your body tensing tightly. You dug your heels into his back, moaning loudly into the morning air. You were desperate, close, frantic for him to move his fingers faster inside of you, his mouth to work more on you. 

He could feel your thighs tightening around his head as he continued licking and sucking on you, damn near writing out your pleasure with his tongue. He picked up the pace, feeling you tensing around his fingers and relaxing.  You felt your thighs begin to squirm, your hold on the bars loosening.  

He pulled away instantly, feeling more pressure on his shoulders than before. “Ah, ah. You’re not holding on like I told you to,” he frowned. He slipped his fingers out of you, licking them clean slowly before pushing your legs off of his shoulders. You swallowed hard, missing the feeling of his tongue on you and his fingers inside of you. You were tensing around nothing and desperate for more, tightening your hold again. 

“I’m sorry,” you breathed. “I didn’t mean to, just. Go back. I’ll be good. I was nearly there,” you whined. 

He stood, smirking at you like he was enjoying this. “You’ll get there again, baby. But I’m not gonna keep doin’ something you like if you can’t even follow one fuckin’ rule, princess.” He brought his hands down to his belt, unfastening it, letting it fall open as he unbuttoned the loose fitting grey pants he wore. You smiled excitedly, sinking down while holding onto the bars, settled on your knees expectantly. “What’re you doin’?” He asked, raising a confused eyebrow at you. 

“Aren’t you wanting me to return the favor?” You asked, licking your lips while looking from him to the opening of his pants. 

“Oh darlin’,” he shook his head, a smirk spread across his lips so damn devilish you felt a rush straight to your core. “It’s been years since I’ve been fucked,” he spoke in a tone that sounded no-nonsense, licking his tongue over his wet lips. “And right now, baby? There's nothing I wanna stick my dick in more than your perfect little pussy. So wet and ready for me. Could’ve probably fucked you the moment I had you undressed, baby. But you know how greedy I am. Couldn’t get away without having a taste of you.” He winked, “stand back up and spread your legs for me.” 

You practically shot up, spreading your legs wide to allow him access. He pushed his pants down to his ankles, hard cock bobbing up against his shirt clad stomach. You eyed him hungrily, hips jutting forward instinctively toward him. He wrapped his hands around the back of your knees, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. You obliged his every move, holding yourself up by the bars, legs loosely wrapped around him. 

He gripped his dick at the base, swirling the tip of it around your entrance in a way that had you wanting to loosen your hold on the bars, sink down on his cock like it was going to save you. “Please,” you whimpered, giving a quick squeeze of your thighs to his sides. “Please, Negan. I’ve wanted this for so long.” You were nearly whining now, looking at him like a bratty child. 

“Patience, baby.” He pressed his lips to yours, pushing himself an inch or so up into you. You moaned against his lips, working your tongue between them to lick at his tongue. He bit down gently, causing you to gasp in surprise. He took this moment to sink himself into you to the hilt, not giving you any warning. Your eyes shot open wide from the unexpected stretch. You felt your walls tighten reflexively around him, and his kiss grew more wanton. You let yourself sink down the bars just a little, feeling like he had somehow managed to get a little deeper inside of you. He brought his hand from your thigh up to your throat, gripping it like he had earlier and you squeezed around his dick, pulling away from the kiss. 

“Tell me how fuckin’ badly you want me baby,” he whispered into your ear, kissing at the junction of your neck and jaw. 

You swallowed hard, “so bad. Fuck, Negan. Please… Fuck me.” 

He pulled out slowly as you got your words out, squeezing the sides of your throat as he slid back into you. His head was swimming from the stimulation, missing the feel of velvety warmth around his cock after so long. He concentrated on his actions, keeping his lips on your neck while rocking in and out of you at a pace he knew wouldn’t have him bursting too early. 

You weren’t much better, writhing and whimpering with each thrust of his hips. You were practically panting, your clit being brushed against every time he moved because of the angle you were held at. “More,” you whined, lowering a bit more. He picked up the pace a little more, his hand dropping from your neck to between your bodies, finding your clit instantly. He pounded into you ruthlessly, circling his middle finger around your clit in time with his thrusts. 

Negan could feel every reaction your body had. “That’s my good girl. You're taking me so good,” he whispered against your skin. Rapidly you felt your stomach tightening, your orgasm rushing in on you. You dropped your hands from around the bars, wrapping them around his shoulders, clawing your nails into any flesh you could. Your head dropped to the crook of his neck, hiding your mouth against his skin to keep yourself from yelling out as you reached your crescendo, thighs shaking and walls spasming around him. 

Negan wrapped both arms around your back to hold you up against him, fucking desperately up into you. Your orgasm threw him into a spiral, his own chasing yours. His movements grew sporadic, keeping himself buried as deeply in you as he could, barely pulling out. You were too preoccupied with your own bliss to realize he was filling you. 

Your breathing evened out as you came down from your high, feeling the last few little thrusts Negan could manage before he pulled out of you. You released your arms from around him, dropping your legs from the floor. He bent to pick his pants up, putting himself away. 

“Happy Halloween,” he managed, voice rougher than normal. “Guess we both got our treat today, huh, baby?” 

You nodded slowly, finding your sweater on the outside of his cell, half aware of the fluid dribbling down your thigh as you moved. “Guess we did,” you sighed contentedly, pulling the sweater over your naked body. “Can’t wait for Christmas,” you mused, tugging your jeans on. 

[ruckystarnes]

Author: RuckyStarnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT! consensual, oral sex, fingering, nipple play, mirrors, bad RP (lol)

Words: 1,939

Square Filled/Daily Challenge/Prompt: G2 - Mirrors & O5 - Role Playing

Written for/Dedicated to: @mcukinkbingo Kink Bingo @star-spangled-bingo SS Bingo

Summary: Bucky and Reader look to spice up their sex life

A/N: I have a thing for a guy in glasses. This is shit and from a drive fueled by smirnoff ices and nerds....Oh, I do want to dedicated this to my sinful sisters for sure: @caramell0w @4theluvofall @lostinthoughtsandfeelings and @fangirlburdenedwithgloriousfeels

It didn't take much for Y/N to catch his eye when she sat down. She couldn't help but smirk to herself when she caught him practically eye fucking her as she waited for her coffee, but after that, she did her best to ignore him, enjoying the foot traffic outside the window. He was in a sweater, white shirt and tie peeking out from underneath, his dark slacks seemed to be stretched across his thick thighs, and the way he held his chin, elbow propped up on the armrest of the chair he sat, the black rimmed glasses and the slightly overgrown goatee...it all made her cross her legs, squeezing them together to alleviate the acheing between them.

She were slightly surprised when he walked by, placing a napkin down by her sunglasses and not saying a word before he left. She couldn't help but chuckle lightly as she read the semi-neat handwriting: #1528

She knocked lightly on the door that bore the numbers on the napkin in your hand, butterflies filling her stomach. This wasn't something she would normally would do: knocking on a hotel room door not knowing what laid wait on the other side.

The handsome brunet from downstairs answered, a sly smile on his face as his finger hooked the belt at her waist, pulling her into the room. The door clicked shut just as his hand reached behind her, locking the door.

“I was hoping to see you,” he whispered in her ear. Y/N could hear the huskiness in his voice and feel the heat rolling off of his body. She couldn't help but look him in the those beautiful blue irises behind the glasses he wore.

“Your note was convincing,” she breathed. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she could feel her own heat coursing through her body only to pool deep in her stomach. Y/N could feel his hand slide up her thigh as he leaned in, his lips scarcely brushing along her jaw sending goosebumps along her arms.

“A lot of promise in those four numbers, huh,” he chuckled lowly, pinning Y/N to the door before his lips found solace in the spot behind her right ear. Her hand gripped his shoulders and gasped when she could feel his cock pressing against her abdomen, his intent clear. “Bucky,” he managed out between kisses, moving his lips along her jaw to her neck.

“Y/N,” she breathed, her hand moved over his short hair, nails scratching his scalp as she tilted her head to give him more access. He nipped and sucked tiny marks on her skin before moving back to her mouth to claim it in a searing kiss that had Y/N almost breathless.

“I love the way coffee tastes on you,” he smirked as she whimpered when he pulled back, his thumb tracing over her lower lip. With her hand in his, he took a step back, hungry eyes drank her in. For the first time since that morning, she felt self conscious of how she looked, especially in front of him. He reached for the arm that covered her, moving it downward. “No hiding from me, baby girl, understand? You’re beautiful,” he smiled, his voice husky and thick. He led her around the corner, letting her only get a glimpse of the suite he had before ushering her into the bedroom area. The gold bedspread accented the cerulean and white that adorn the bedroom area, working with the dark mahogany of the side tables and dresser. The one thing that made Y/N blush was when she looked up at the ceiling and saw the six panels of reflective glass screwed into the plaster. The look she had must have been funny enough that he chuckled with amusement.

“I take it that you have never been in a room with a mirrored ceiling?” he whispered in her ear, his body pressed tightly against her back, making his arousal known as his hands held her hips, his mouth moving along her neck. She could only shake her head and swallow, every nerve in her body buzzing from him and her cheeks red at the thought of watching herself. “The thought turns you on,” he murmured against her shoulder before turning her to face him. Nimble fingers moved along her sides to her back, finding the zipper to draw down. He smirked when his hand moved over her now bare back, finding no bra, and he quirked his brow at her in question.

“Felt like...being...sexy today,” she managed out, her eyes settling on his lips, the want to taste him again prominent, subconsciously licked her own as she pressed herself into him. She wasn’t sure if he hummed because of her answer or it was because she gave him some friction. Either way, she found it sexy as hell and pressed further into him. With some slight shifting, the dress fell to the floor and Y/N stepped out to the side and backing towards the bed, revealing that she wore nothing under the dress except a black garter belt that clipped to her skin toned, black lace topped stockings.

“I could get use to this sight,” he murmured as he watched her walk backwards to sit on the edge of the bed. There was a new found confidence in her that he could see, and if he didn’t, the opening of her legs and her finger hooking in his direction was enough to tell him what she wanted. Y/N’s eyes watched him work the sweater over his head and loosened the tie, tossing both to the side before he worked the white shirt out of his pants, giving her a glimpse of his defined abdomen. As he worked the buttons, her hand went between her legs, rubbing the bundle of nerves slowly as her eyes shown with lust, her core dripping with need. “You’re a visual person, aren’t you. So, the mirrors would be a good thing,” he chuckled almost darkly, stopping between her legs and his eyes focused on what her fingers were doing. The shirt was tossed aside, joining the other clothing before he worked hastily to undo his belt and pants, kicking them off before kneeling down before her.

Her face fell not getting to ogle at him in his full glory, but he took one look at her and smiled before he leaned in a licked a broad stripe over her folds, his own fingers brushing aside hers to take over stimulating her clit causing her to gasp, her head falling back slowly. His other fingers spread her open to him, allowing his tongue to delve into her core with need and confidence. When Y/N gained enough confidence to look at the mirrors, the sight that greeted her was lovely. Her eyes kept away from her own body, but the sight he gave her was enough to make her legs widen even more. His broad shoulders rippled with the dips of his muscles, his back taunt and dipped before the curve of his toned ass curved outwards. He was a magnificent sight indeed. The appreciative glance was interrupted by a feeling of being full as Bucky sunk two fingers into her wet heat and moving them skillfully, stroking the spot that made her quiver and moan. His lips were on her clit, his expert tongue flicking and laving the senstive area as her hands moved over his head, pulling him closer, her body begging for release and he obliged. He added another finger, stretching her wide as he hungrily sucked and nipped the bud, setting her body on fire and the coil to tighten in her stomach, releasing unexpectedly in a rush of moans and gripping fingers.

Bucky didn’t give her a reprieve as his lips mapped her thighs and stomach, inching his way up to her breasts to give each nipple the same treatment as her clit while he continued to fuck her with his thick fingers, sending another wave of ecstasy from the combination of the first release and the attention he was paying to her nipples. She barely came down from her second when he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, fingers withdrawing to rub lazy circles on her clit before brought his hand up to their faces, pulling back to smirk slightly at her. She didn’t hesitate and took all three his fingers, coated in her releases, into her mouth and sucked them, humming slightly as she held eye contact with him, restraining herself from looking into the mirror to see how slutty she looked.

“Such a good girl,” Bucky chuckled lowly, shifting over her making the tip of his cock brush against her soft thigh and left a small wet trail of his excitement. Y/N released his fingers to look at him, her hips shifting off the bed slightly, yearning for him to be inside her.

“Just fuck me already,” she panted, her fingers moving along his side to his ass, digging into the solid muscle. Her request made him half chuckle, half growl making him grip her hips roughly before lining himself up aptly before sinking into her wetness, moaning her name at how wanting she felt around him.

“Eyes open,” he whispered as he pulled himself up to his knees, lifting her legs up so her ankles were at his shoulders, her ass a few inches off the mattress before he started to thrust into her. His lips kissed her ankles, his hips never missing a beat as his fat cock stretched her deliciously, the rigid length brushing against her walls making her hands grip the sheets.

Her eyes went up to the mirror, forcing herself to look at them and the view she saw was exquisite. Each thrusts sent a shock wave through her, moving her body with it, her heavy breast waved and shook as her nipples peaked, begging to be touched. She moved her hands to palm the soft mounds, her fingers rolling her peaks until she was gasping from the all around pleasure. She chanced a look at him: his head was down, eyes focused on where they were joined, a hand moving now so his thumb could circle the nub, sending her tumbling over the edge one more time, this time he joined her, hips slamming into her in a jerking manner and spilled his seed into her. It was a few moments before he pulled out, laying on his side next to her, his fingers drawing small patterns on her shoulder.

“Fuck,” Y/N managed out, eyes still closed.

“Was that a good fuck?” Bucky asked, a slight smile could be heard in his voice.

“Yes you idiot,” she laughed, turning to face him, her hand resting on his cheek.

“So, we can do this again?” he asked, his hand covering hers.

“Well, we don’t have to get a hotel next time. We can just do it in our own home.”

“I thought the whole stranger thing was fun,” he teased, moving to sit up next to her, pulling her with him. “It was the waiting for you that had me harder than sin.”

Y/N giggled as she settled next to him, taking his hand in hers. She traced the metal band on his finger, her eyes closing. “Well, we have a list and we already marked off Stranger in Hotel. I am intrigued by the vouyer one.”

“Of course you are. Now, how about we go try that amazing jacuzzi tub that we have in this room?”

[storywriting]

Anemone, An Enemy, Anemone, An Enemy Anemone, Anne, Nemo, and Another Me

[ So.......Anemone huh? Here’s some loose thoughts after a first viewing, including my takes of H1-Evo #1 and how my opinion has evolved now that this film is in the mix. I’ve seen it through with the JP audio exactly one time and I do wonder if my opinion on this film will change at all on a second viewing or when I get around to the dub. It’s less about plot details and more about review  and general discussion type stuff, doesn’t delve heavy into theorizing just yet. That’s a trip for a different post. Cut because long as fuck even though literally nobody asked. ]

Hi Evolution #1, starring our main man Renton “Only a Miniscule Few Braincells Above Himbo” Thurston, hit me in weird ways which I think is true for most everybody I’ve seen talking about it. Part of my problem with it honestly was that I came into things with the misconception that Hi-Evolution would be a reboot of sorts. A somewhat faithful retelling of the original story with new insight into things we didn’t get to see much of. I don’t know why this is the impression I had other than screencaps and stuff, but if you only watch the first Hi Evo movie you definitely could continue to think that once it’s over. When I thought it would be an encapsulation of the original series, I had intended to use the film to introduce @himbologythestudyofhimbo to the story. She has long known it to be one one of my most favorite anime franchises and I thought a film would be a good way to gauge whether she might find it interesting enough to hit 50 episodes with me.

Ha. Haha. That didn’t work.

I hadn’t seen Hi-Evo when I was like “hey wanna watch this?” so that’s my own fault. I had seen screenshots and thought it looked gorgeous, but that was about it. I was imagining something akin to the Berserk trilogy of movies, mostly faithful to the original story with some new tidbits of information thrown in for old fans.

And again, you could be forgiven for seeing the first Hi-Evo movie and still thinking that’s what you’re in for. It is mostly compliant to the original canon and the parts that aren’t compliant are pretty wishy washy about saying so. Unfortunately what I found out really quickly is that that it’s not at all a good entry point for new fans, and that really disappointed me. I’ve been hoping for years for something to get more young blood in this fandom, BUT ANYWAY--

The whole play forward/play back thing really hinders the flow of the film, as much as I understand the point of it, especially with the Anemone film for more context. Skipping around the timeline harms new viewers in particular. It’s challenging to understand the timeline and flow of events because everything is presented out of order and without context. Sure, the first Hi-Evolution covers a ton of major story beats surrounding Renton’s personal development, but the non-chronological presentation coupled with the utter lack of lead up to key moments from the original series robs this movie of carrying any emotional weight. Who is Renton? What’s the deal with him and wheelchair girl? Are these people his parents or not? Why do we care about this Eureka girl who has been on screen in Renton’s presence for a cumulative 30 seconds. Wait a minute what’s this ship? Where did he leave from again? I thought he had a home and parents? Who are these people and why do I care?

Put bluntly this movie sucks if you can’t answer these questions going in, and even if you can you may feel a bit cheated by it.  As much as I feel the need to talk about how the film is inaccessible for new fans, these films clearly are not for new fans. They function to remind you of events of the original story and then play off of those events with the new content. Even as an established fan, Hi-Evo #1 feels very watered down on its own, but it’s not on its own anymore is it? So let’s finally talk about Anemone.

What becomes clear about these movies is that they are not divided by chronology, but by character. The first movie was about Renton which is why we saw so so little of everybody else even when that robbed the story of needed context and worked to the story’s detriment.  I’m telling myself the reason titular character Eureka was not on screen demonstrating her relationship to the world and to Renton despite it most likely being a central element is because they shoved her scenes into Hi-Evolution 3: Eureka, which will not be released for another year or so. 

I do feel a bit more forgiving toward these movies now that I understand the format they’re going for, but I think most of my previous criticisms still stand despite that.  The character focused presentation may be a deliberate creative decision, but that doesn’t make it an ideal storytelling mechanism. THAT SAID, while a character centric format really harms well developed characters like Renton, it does loads and loads of good for a character like Anemone whose screen time was always hindered by her role as accessory to Renton and Eureka’s story. We don’t get that constant stream of unfiltered perspective from her or really any secondary character, so it’s very interesting to see the world filtered purely through her eyes. I honestly found myself significantly more interested in all the new Anemone content than I ever could have been over watered-down, abbreviated rehashing of Renton’s character arc. I’m much more excited for the last film than I was with just the context of the first Hi-Evolution movie.

Speaking of which, very early on in the Anemone film, the viewer is clued into the fact that this is most certainly AU content, something that was less clear about the first movie. Eureka Seven as a franchise has really been in the 24/7 AU zone for like 10 years, which I think is cool but I also find a little disappointing. I like AU content well enough, but I also think they had a rich world already in the original series and I feel like there are a few more rich veins to explore further in the original world without necessarily needing to wrap it up in a convoluted alternate universe. Not to say I’m against like the AU stuff or anything, I’m okay with it existing, I just want a little more variety in the stuff that’s coming out. Keep up with the AU stuff if you guys wanna but I wouldn’t say no to more backstory and lore, you know?  If they’re gonna pander to old fans instead of attracting new ones, they may as well hit me where it hurts. But I digress. Hi Evolution#2: Anemone’s AUness is pretty central to the story it wants to tell, so it has my full attention there.

Alternate universe characterization is something I’ve had both complaints and praise for in the past, and I’m happy to say that in the case of Anemone I have mostly praise. It’s nice to get a glimpse of an Anemone who isn’t like....as unhinged as her original incarnation. She’s well adjusted comparably, which makes her a decently reliable narrator. While she loses some of the edge that people are drawn to about her, she maintains most of the underlying personality traits you would expect of even the earliest incarnation of Anemone. This is an Anemone who had the opportunity to be socialized. You can relate to her and appreciate her feelings more easily than the Anemone viewers are most familiar with. This is an Anemone with hardships, but she hasn’t been pushed to the same extremes as her PoP counterpart. Likely due to the pretty direct narration and background, there’s also a lot more substance to her than PFoR Anemone in my opinion. It’s not really a chore to like her and take interest in her. She feels very natural in most instances. She’s a real breath of fresh air for fans who love Anemone and wanted to see her living with a healthier mindset and some better outcomes. Good on you, Anemone. Four for you, Anemone.

Most of the other characters--Dominic, the scientists, background people, Anemone’s father, new crew members, etc--are all about what you’d expect from either their previous incarnations or the archetypes they’re filling. None of the new characters or secondary characters are particularly developed, but I don’t really consider that a huge fault of it. I wouldn’t expect a 2 hour movie to meander the way a 50 episode anime can, but in times like this when I am with very few developed characters, I am forcefully reminded of what an asset and a strength the original’s depth and breadth of character writing is.

And then there’s Eureka. I expect her to be polarizing in the reviews, assuming at least some people didn’t straight up hate her in it. Everybody may have just hated it, idk.

As I said earlier alternate universe characterization is something I’ve had both complaints and praise for in the past, often both at the same time. What often comes about is characterization that I don’t necessarily like, but because the character has lived a different life I can’t really say that characterization is wrong. I feel that pull in this film quite a bit. Wrathful Eureka is boring to me. Conceptually, it just is. But does that make it bad?

Man, idk, I guess not. I didn’t like it, but I’ll defend it to a degree. In the original story Eureka was born into violence and conditioned to perpetuate violence early in life. The original Eureka Seven has a dense messaging about propaganda and information and the ways in which society conditions people of all kinds.  Eureka is a docile character in the original but more and more as we learn about her, we realize that this tendency toward gentleness isn’t just a cutesy character trait of hers. It’s a choice that she’s making on a daily basis, even when more forceful options would be easier or make more sense to her. It’s a choice that has come about from a collection of experiences. Eureka becomes pacifistic because she develops her own ideals about the world. She comes to conclusions about what things make her a good or bad person and she makes the decision to be the person she wants to be. There’s weight to it. That’s something that always really drawn me to her as a character. It’s very easy to blow up in the face of something horrible. It’s much harder to keep a cool head and exercise mercy. I just don’t find the Eureka of this world all that compelling.

That said, I don’t necessarily think this read of her is wrong or even impossible. In fact, I think if this read had 50 episodes of development and justification behind it, I might even come to appreciate it. Certainly if anything could drive her to this, it would be losing Renton, so it’s not exactly out of left field for the character given the circumstances she’s in. I feel somewhat similarly about PFoR Eureka. Only somewhat. Eureka in general is a character who would probably be much more in touch with her anger if she had been raised any other way than she was. Even in the original series Eureka has a passive aggressive streak. She’s probably very fortunate that more productive methods of expressing her feelings were accessible to her before any natural tendency toward aggression was. Angrier more volatile reads of Eureka aren’t wrong or even uninteresting necessarily, but to me a lot of her charm is wrapped up in the reasons she works so hard not to be that type of character.

I also think that subversion and role reversal can be an interesting in AU stuff, so I don’t really fault them for using it here. In contrast to our typical unhinged Anemone, Eureka gets to be the one teetering on the edge so that Anemone can shine and show a little more humanity than she typically gets to. I think that’s honestly okay. I want to see Anemone have her day to be the hero. That’s something I’m okay with sacrificing a little of my preferred characterization for. I see a lot of value in a portrayal that allowed Eureka and Anemone to bond and more directly learn together. I think a lot of fans, myself included, wonder about a reality where Eureka and Anemone could have been sources of support for one another rather than pitted against one another.

That isn’t to say that I’m automatically okay with chopping up the writing in arbitrary ways, though. The thing about the reversals and subversions in Hi-Evo #2 is that they’re consistent. Compare to something like Pocketful of Rainbows and you’ll see what I mean. In that movie Renton, for some unclear reason, is the one who can understand Nirvash even though that writing decision doesn’t really serve the story in any meaningful way because Eureka is still the one who isn’t human and still is wanted by the military for....being whatever unclear thing she is in that film. Renton is no longer childish and is in fact the patient one in the story while Eureka is the one with a stubborn attitude and defined temper. Renton is made out to be more of a coward so that he has something to grow from, except for all the many many times he isn’t cowardly pretty much immediately, and the only flimsy defense of this concept that is that he was afraid of adults with guns when he was a literal child.  Meanwhile, Eureka in this film is a much more brash character than we’re used to. Unlike Original Eureka, this one doesn’t want to be led or take orders anymore. She’s a loose canon who takes matters into her own hands except for all the times she cries for Renton to save her both before and after she’s teetering on her own Independence Event Horizon. There are a lot of creative decisions in that film that just plain don’t make sense to me because the writing doesn’t commit to them at all and tends to flounder around between them. I could barely make it through that film because I felt like it was contradicting itself every 5 minutes. It feels less like a new exploration of old characters and more like a bunch of ideas the writing team couldn’t agree on and slapped together anyway. If it wasn’t unclear, I don’t like Pocketful of Rainbows very much.

By contrast, any subversions or reversals in Hi-Evolution 2 fell earned enough. The writing choices are for the most part played straight and well justified. The choices are interesting. Unlike literally anything about the lore of Pocketful of Rainbows, I want to know more about Hi-Evolution. I want to understand what Anemone’s mission is and about Silver Box. I want to know why Dewey is so different from the Dewey I know. As much as I complained about Eureka’s characterization, the portrayal is decently justified by the writing. Eureka believes she killed Renton and seems to be privy to other realities where she turned out much happier. She has good enough reasons to be bitter in this iteration.  

This film has honestly made me way more forgiving of Hi-Evo #1 and given me a lot of reason to take interest in what the last film might be. I’m going to reserve any big overarching judgement until that comes out in 6000 years, but I’m getting the sense that it might be New Order adjacent, in that Renton and Eureka will have to find one another and possibly revisit places that will be nostalgic for fans.I wouldn’t complain if this becomes the flagship verse wherein Eureka and Anemone form a meaningful friendship because they’ve been denied that opportunity in basically every other telling that exists so far.

Also big thank god the last film will be hand drawn because, I hate to be that guy but the GC looked like shitgarbage. I’ve become very forgiving of CG and Mocap recently but I just really disliked it in this film. Animation is a medium I know a lot about, I know compositing is a tricky job, I respect the work put into it, but...oof. I do wonder if that was a stylistic choice or more of an “oh shit the budget is disappearing” choice.

My final word on Eureka Seven Hi Evolution #2 is that....I didn’t hate it. I didn’t love it either but I had a nice enough time watching it. I’m realizing I’m having trouble landing in one particular spot on Hi Evolution #2 because I expect the next film will effect how I judge this one in the same way that this film has affected how I judged the first one. If you’re an Eureka Seven fan who is on the fence about the Hi-Evolution trilogy, I’d say give it a watch. You’ll still love your favorite characters even if they’re a little different than you’d hoped. If you’re still feeling iffy maybe wait a year until the last one comes out and binge them all at once. I suspect the experience might be improved that way. Definitely don’t go in expecting the story you already know, though. Doing that set me up for failure here.

Honorable mention for the fansubber who kept translating 勘 as very rude words describing the penis for some reason? That really enhanced my experience.

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Dangerous Make Out

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 2,032

Request from Anon: Are you gonna be writing any smut soon?

A/N: This wasn’t exactly a request but you asked the question so I wrote you some anyway. SEX, SMUT, WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT. If you are underage don’t read. Peter and Reader are 18 in this. If you aren’t into smut don’t read it.

There was a week left until graduation. Only a week, so like any rich teen who had a house to themselves (well in your case an entire penthouse), you threw a party.

You invited your entire class, not that it was all that large. You and your best friend MJ planned it down to a t and lucky enough that your dad had enough alcohol behind the bar that you didn’t even need to ask someone older to get you any.

You weren’t a bad kid but you did want everyone to have a great time. Especially your other best friend Peter.

God, he needed a break. Between being Spider-Man, applying to colleges and scholarships (even with your dad telling him he’d pay for his schooling), and actually doing the work for his current classes, working with your dad and still helping his aunt he barely had time to breathe.

You wanted this night to be good for everyone but most especially him. And frankly if you could get him to relax enough maybe he’d actually start paying attention to how much you liked him.

People started arriving, music was blaring, and it was nothing but a great time.

“Hey,” MJ called over the music into your ear. “Peter’s here.”

You smiled wide, “Thanks girl!” You immediately went and grabbed him a drink and found him. “Hey,” you greeted, putting the drink right in his hand before hugging him.

Peter smiled. “Hey, Y/N,” his arms wrapped around you. “I appreciate the drink but you know I can’t.”

You pouted up at him. “Come on Peter, just tonight. I wanna make sure you have fun.”

“I’ll have fun sober.” He tried to reason but the look on your face made him actually want to. “Alright alright. Just tonight.” He took a sip of the drink, it was strong but good.

The two of you managed to dance for what felt like hours. It was fun, even MJ and Ned joined in.

Well they did until you wrapped your arms around Peter, getting as close as possible to him.

He blushed slightly, you weren’t sure if it was because of you or the alcohol. But his hands found your hips.

You nuzzled your nose into his neck, earning a shudder from him. You placed a few gentle kisses along his soft skin too.

“Y-Y/N,” he stutterer out. He knew he was a bit drunk but he wasn’t going to let you continue if you were too drunk to not realize what you were doing.

“Hm?” You whispered into his ear. “If you’re going to ask, yes I know what I’m doing. There’s nothing dangerous with a little party make out, is there?”

“W-well no but-“

“Come on Peter, you’ve never thought about kissing me?” You placed another kiss below his ear.

“I-I… well yeah but-“

You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him right into your lips.

It was hungry and desperate, and he wondered if this was even okay but with the way you were kissing him and running your hand in his hair, he found himself not caring. This was happening. He actually might stand a chance with you because out of every person in your class you chose him.

“We should go to my room,” you whispered, not even waiting for an answer you grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the party.

He was quick to climb over you once you were on your bed.

You couldn’t stop your hands from wandering under his shirt and up his toned abdomen and chest.

Peter finally broke the kiss with you but didn’t pause as he started trailing kisses down your neck. He couldn’t help but suck on your smooth skin, making you moan as he left a dark bruise there.

You tugged at his shirt, making him pull away.

He didn’t hesitate in giving you what you wanted. His shirt went flying, just as he reached for yours, “Only fair, right?”

You nodded and helped him remove your own.

His hand run up your side, as his lips descended lower onto your breasts, down even further over your stomach.

You pulled him back up to you and kissed him again. You trailed your hands back down and toyed with the hem of his jeans. You wanted him. And you were going to do what you could in order to get him. And if you couldn’t you’d go as far as you could with him as he’d let you. You let your nails scratch him.

His tongue slipped out of his mouth, delving into yours. Both of you moaned.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him closer before flipping over.

He bit his lip as he moaned, you were sitting perfectly against his hard on.

You smirked and gave a testing swirl of your hips.

He looked at you with hazy eyes, refusing to let any more noise so you wouldn’t know how crazy you were making him. But he knew you already knew that with how hard he was, and you were sitting directly on him.

But you did let out a noise of your own.

“What happened to party make out?” He asked, a playful smile on his lips.

“It left my mind when I noticed how hard you are for me, and how wet I know I am for you.” You replied bluntly.

He searched your eyes, they held nothing but want and the truth. “Are we actually going to do this?”

You stroked along his pant line. “I want you Peter.”

That was all he needed to hear. He thrust up into you, making you rub down. He grabbed your neck, pulled you in for another hot kiss, and you were both lost.

You started shedding the rest of your clothes.

He ended up back on top of you once they were all gone. His lips locked with yours as his hand ran down and his fingers went to feel how wet you really were. You both moaned at the sensation. He swirled his fingers around your clit before sliding his middle and ring finger inside of you. He watched as your face turned to pleasure as he worked them up and down inside you.

Chills racked over you, the warmth that filled you because of how good he was at this made your toes curl. Every thrust up of his fingers had you whimpering. When you started moving with him he held your hips down.

“P-Peter, please, please oh my God that feels so so good,” You praised him, hoping he would let your orgasm come.

“What baby? You wanna cum? Tell me,” He demanded, as much as he loved watching you like this, he wanted you reaching over the edge. He wanted to be the one to take you there.

“Make me cum, Peter. I-I wanna so bad you’re so good at th-” You didn’t even finish your sentence before he was moving his fingers faster, pleasuring you, fulfilling your pleads to orgasm.

He covered your moan with a kiss, his fingers not stopping until you were panting through your nose, a layer of cold sweat coating your skin. He broke the kiss, smiling at you.

You smiled back before once again flipping him over and straddling him. The slickness of your orgasm helped you glide over his warm cock. You slid from the tip to the end and back up. You trailed kisses across his jaw. “I want you inside me, baby. Please? I have condoms, I want you so bad.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was because he thought he may never get the chance again to make you feel so good, or it was because he wanted this too, he nodded. “Fuck I want to be inside of you, Y/N.”

You didn’t hesitate in reaching over to your nightstand. You were quick to get the condom and lube out and both on him before you fully stretched yourself out and were lining up on him. You slid down slowly, adjusting to the feeling of him being inside you.

Peter moaned and grabbed your hips tight. He knew he wouldn’t last that long, but he was going to make it worth it.

You never would have thought that morning that you’d be having sex with your best friend right now. You never would have guessed it would be this good. Even though you knew Peter was good at everything he did, you thought his awkwardness would overrun him in this kind of situation. You were seeing you were very wrong. You sank your way onto him then pulled up off of him. You found the perfect angle before you started moving faster.

You were so warm and soft. He leaned up, his arms wrapped around your back. His mouth found your breast, his tongue teased a nipple. He glanced up at you as he did it, all before suddenly flipping you over, making you yelp.

Peter chuckled, “My turn, babe.” He gave a slow thrust, before picking up speed.

Your legs wrapped around his back, you were a mess as you moaned along with his thrusts. “F-faster baby,” you muttered, raking a hand through his hair.

He obeyed, “You feel so good, Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”

“Please Peter, please cum,” You begged, just about reaching your second orgasm.

His hips jerked as he came. His face showed all the pleasure he was feeling.

Reaching down as he came you teased your clit, successfully gaining your orgasm.

The two of you moaned together, then panted together.

You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you tossed your arm over your eyes.

Peter removed himself from you and went to your bathroom to clean himself up. When he returned he was surprised to see you already in his shirt. “I uh… I take it we aren’t heading back out to the party?”

You shook your head and pulled your covers back and slipped under them. You tossed the other side open for him. “Sex is great, but after sex cuddling is great too. If you want to…”

He grabbed his boxers and slid them on before climbing in beside you. His hand traveled up your side, and slowly brushed your hair over your ear. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

You blushed. “W-well…”

“Was this just a one time thing that isn’t supposed to mean anything after tonight? Just something to try? Because I gotta be honest… I’ve wanted to be with you since we met and I don’t mean just physically Y/N and I don’t want this happening again if-“

You leaned over and kissed him. It was gentle this time. “Here I thought I had to trick you to get your attention, guess I never realized I already had it huh?”

Peter chuckled. “Yeah doll, you already did. Can I take you out before we do this again? Because I definitely think there should be more of this.”

You nodded, a wide smile on your face. You kissed him again, putting your feelings for him into it, just like he did.

The following morning you woke in Peter’s arms, to the sound of your father yelling your name.

Thankfully you were covered up because your door was thrown open and hit the wall with a thud.

Both you and Peter jumped.

Tony glared at the two of you. He was shocked to see Peter in your bed, however there were more important things he had to take care of. “We’ll talk about this later, Y/N Y/M/N Stark. Right now you’re going to explain to me why my penthouse it trashed!”

You could only stare in fear at him. “D-Dad I-”

Peter swallowed thickly, “S-so much about nothing dangerous about making out, h-huh?” He knew Tony was going to kill him. He just hoped it’d be a quick death so he wouldn’t have to help you clean the mess your fellow classmates left behind.

Tony shook his head. “Unbelievable.” He turned around and left the two of you, knowing you’d soon follow and deal with the aftermath of the party you threw.

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Looking Glass

Chapter 25 - Corollaries

Pairing: CastielXAU!Reader

Word Count: 1683

Summary: Tragedy derails halcyon days in the bunker and forces everyone involved to reevaluate their notions of safety. Warning for minor (canon in ep 13X23) character death. I’ve decided to stop pretending I know how many chapters this beast will end up being - this isn’t the final chapter as I originally intended (mostly because I want to keep them at the original 2K word limit and there is too much story left to cover and clearly I have no concept of what will make it beyond the final edit).

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Raining cats and dogs. Under the weather. Flying by the seat of one’s pants. Speak of the devil.

Castiel never fully appreciated the expressionistic origin of idioms peppering human speech until he glimpsed the vibrant magenta of your jacket fitted to a lifeless female form lying on the leaf-littered trail ahead and he experienced the resultant  precipitous leaping of his heart into the upper echelons of his throat.

Swallowing hard against the ‘What if it were you? What if I failed to protect her?’ rise of anxiety to relocate the obstinate organ back into his vessel’s ribcage where it belongs, he closes his eyes in concentrated effort; in the lidded distancing from the light of day, he reminds himself the shattered shell, limbs limp and radiating residual heat, crumpled in the mist of cooling rain belonged to some other unfortunate soul, not you.

He left you safe in the bunker’s kitchen, breathing, physically intact, and very much alive, as you helped prep a mass lunch for the multitudes mere minutes ago. The knowledge, the fresh imprint in his mind’s eye of the slight questioning smile hovering on your mouth soundlessly saying you expected to hear the story later as an agitated and secretive Sam dragged him away from the task of scrubbing dishes to help handle a situation – this situation – however comforting in recollection, barely makes a diminishing dent in his reflexive fright at the sight of your jacket and the scent of you still lingering in the damp cloth mingling with the unmistakable odor of raw death.

The hitch and pause in his gait, the sharp gasp and blanching of pink lips as they press tautly together – the outer projections of disquiet as he battles to suppress his rebellious nerves and rapidly beating heart – presents the split-second opportunity for Jack to sprint past the distracted seraph.

“Maggie!” the boy shouts. Surging ahead, he circumvents Mary and Bobby on the well-worn path where they stand sentinel, gravely watching over the dead girl. Ruddy cheeks paling, his sneaker slips in the mossy earth, smearing through bloodied mud as he stumbles around the boulder where she drew a final breath and collapsed.

Sam’s lengthy stride and rational senses move him to the site in time to prohibit Jack from disturbing the scene further; grappling with the Nephilim’s shoulder to hold him back from kneeling to take the girl up in his arms, he manages to keep the boy from eroding what little detail remains that might clue them in to what happened.

“I-I said I’d protect her, and,” Jack’s guilty lament suspends fog-like in the air as he speaks, fingers uselessly flexing and balling into fists, “Sam…”

Cas forces his feet to convey him closer to the carnage. Blinking between Jack’s anguished aspect and the waterlogged coat, he tears his focus from the more personally emotionally unsettling elements to study the statically fixed girlish features of Maggie’s corpse; the peaceful ghostly skin-shade of pre-rigor smoothing the minute muscles of her face is perverted by brightly painted crimson where the bone cracks cleanly at her temple; rivulets of blood and rain mat her hair, the latter diluting the congealed edges of the fatal wound.

“Stop, Jack. This isn’t your fault,” Sam consoles in the rain-pattered hush, stating what they all – save the grief-stricken Jack – are thinking.

A pang of empathy at Jack feeling personally responsible for whatever befell her resonates in Castiel’s heart; the angel knows from long practice it’s often easier to assume self-blame and contend with the tangibility of failure in place of the seemingly unsurmountable impossibility of accepting that senseless tragedies do happen no matter how many vows one makes to prevent their occurrence. For all the fight for a righteous cause, free will and destiny coalesce into unpredictable outcomes. It’s a hard lesson to learn – one with which the angel constantly grapples and one made bearable by the bonds of friendship and love.

“What happened to her?” Dean huskily murmurs the question as if uttering it aloud will provide an instantaneous answer.

At the thought, Cas casts his blues skyward at the roiling grey abyss of clouds above; tiny droplets of rain smatter and collect on his unshaven cheeks, blending with the brimming brine of unshed tears to pool in the divot of his chin when his gaze again drops to settle on the distraught boy. If he could, he’d take this pain from Jack; he knows, in their way, Sam and Dean feel the same; since that feat is not within the realm of possibilities, perhaps Dean’s on to something and they can relieve the burden some by figuring out what really happened here.

“I don’t know. Doesn’t look supernatural,” Mary supplies to flesh out the unknowable.

Cas silently concurs with the assessment; someone, not something killed Maggie. Given the ambient air temperature, the wicking capabilities of water to rapidly cool core body heat, the angel determines the girl can’t have been left here more than a handful of hours ago.

Always ready with a surly remark in any incarnation, Bobby pipes in, “Looks like some son of a bitch beat on her until…”

“Who would do something like this?” Interrupting, regard drawn once more to the magenta fabric, remembering your walks together on this very same stretch of trail, the solitary outings you’ve taken since trusting in your safety, Castiel masks the fear in his tone with anger.

A lesser being might call it a tragic case of mistaken identity; for Lucifer, it was a fairly typical Thursday evening with a dash of prodigious fate thrown in for fun. The single regret clouding his glee and veiling the red glow of his pupils as the girl’s skull broke with a satisfying pop and an even more gratifying gurgle against the unforgiving mass of the boulder on the third strike was that – although she initially tricked his senses into thinking she was you wandering in the wilderness on account of outerwear absolutely reeking of his brother – she was not actually you.

Unfortunate for fulfilling his nefarious need to revenge an innocuous smack upside the head back on the bus, certainly; although he wouldn’t characterize it as a mistake. He knew before he throttled the scream in her throat and flicked her – sputtering for air like a boneless fish – onto the ground he had the wrong refugee. Too bad for her, on he devil’s non-existent moral compass, wrong exists as just as compelling a direction as right.

Finishing up the last of the dishes in the sink, you lay a gleaming plate carefully on the pile with a clink to dry and swipe the wetness coating your hands across the towel tucked into the waistband of your jeans. At the familiar bass angelic utterance of your name, you turn toward the doorway.

“Cas!” The smile skirting your mouth falters into a frown at the serious etch of lines hardening his countenance. Yanking the towel free and tossing it aside, you navigate the counter between you with an arm extended to meet him halfway. “What happened?” Your fingers delve beneath the hem of his coats, flattening to the rigid plane of his torso.

“We need to talk.” He peers beyond your fretfully widening eyes at the two other apocalypse expats currently inhabiting the space to aid in lunch clean up. One of them averts her inquisitive gaze back to the tabletop she’s polishing. “Leave us,” he growls; the order emerges significantly less kind than he is capable of being. “You too.” He gestures at the young man organizing a shelf.

“Cas,” you hiss chidingly under your breath, prodding his side. You’ve made great strides these past weeks in terms of angelic PR and here he is throwing everything out the window with rudeness.

He rolls his eyes almost imperceptibly. Almost. There isn’t time for niceties given the circumstances, although he knows you’re right. “I need to speak to Y/N alone. Leave us, please,” he amends and softens the request, punctuating his words with a strained smile for their benefit. It’s disingenuous, yet you appreciate the effort.

You mouth a polite thank you to your nodding cohorts for their understanding as they abandon their chores to slink out into the hall.

Upon their exit, Castiel engulfs you in a hug.

“Hey, I’ve got you,” you whisper, acquiescing to his tender demand for contact; rubbing circles into his back, sliding a palm to comb the chestnut curls at his nape, you wait for an explanation for his strange behavior.

Standing there, he lets the heat of you sink into his shrouded skin; he listens to the steady thrum of your heart and shallow respiration of life moving in and out of your lungs until nothing but the grounding succor of your body and soul quiet his senses. Exhaling a sigh into the crook of your neck, he shudders against you and pulls away to look into your eyes. Grey glints of somberness gild his irises. “Maggie’s dead.”

“Wh-what?”

“Mary and Bobby found her body in the woods, on the trail leading to town. That’s what Sam-”

“An accident?”

Regard falling to the sliver of space between you, he shakes his head.

You suck in a juddering breath. Choking on a wave of guilt, you remember your conversation when she took over your living quarters. “I-I told her it was safe here. I promised her-”

“This isn’t your fault. This isn’t anyone’s fault.” Repeating Sam’s earlier assertion to Jack – the words sounding no more reassuring to his ears than before – Cas folds you to his chest, tangles his fingers in your hair, and angles to kiss the top of your head. “We need your help. You’ve gotten to know these people better than any of us – is there anyone she was close to? Anyone who would know why she was out alone?”

“Yeah-” You nod in the solid casing of his embrace, sniffling back tears– “Allene. They’re friends.”

“Good, that’s good.” He balances a prickly cheek on your crown; feeling the warmth of your tears saturate his shirt, he resettles his arms to envelope you tighter.

Next: Ch. 26 - The World Ender (Final)

[howtobangyourmonster]

Alien Lover

Okay, so I’m trying my hand at some written smut, definitely nsfw. Inspired by the “eat out a monster boy’s sheath and then suck him off” imagine. The non-human lover in this one is meant to be angaran, but I think I left it vague enough that you don’t have to be familiar with angarans to enjoy it as xenophilia smut.

Part 2 can now be found here!

They’d been dancing around the subject for months. It began with shy sideways glances when they thought the other wasn’t looking, progressed to awkward smiles and small talk when they were invariably caught looking, and eventually led to dinner and a romantic moonlit walk along the promenade. She’d only been planetside since the beginning of the year, and outside of the other curators and interns at the museum, still didn’t know anyone. He’d offered to be her tour guide, heart quickening at the thought of spending some quality alone time with the strange alien woman who had become his friend.

Pausing along the bridge as they passed by a waterfall, the flowering vines a natural canopy above their heads, he summoned his courage and took her hand. “I’m so pleased you agreed to join me tonight.”

“I’m glad that you invited me.” She smiled as she tucked a lock of hair, something he found endlessly fascinating about her species, behind her ear. He gave her hand a squeeze and admired the pink flush that rose to her face, recognizing it as blushing though his own kind’s blue blood would have shown purple.

“It may be obvious to you now, I hope it is,” he began, uncertainly, “but I have come to treasure our time together, and I think that you feel the same. I’m sorry if this is too bold, I know humans aren’t as open about emotions, and I don’t want to frighten you off with the strength of my feelings for you.” Stars, the way she was looking at him, her strange brown eyes bright and intense. He raised his hand to brush her cheek. “I do, feel the same, I wasn’t sure if you…I know there is still resentment about humans coming planetside here, and you’re right, we’re not as emotionally open, I didn’t know if you were just being nice or if you really felt for me…”

He cut her off with a kiss, soft and sweet, but the way she melted into him sent fire racing along his veins. One hand tangled in her hair, the other pulling her waist tight against him. He hummed against her mouth and used his tongue to send a spark of bioelectricity through their kiss. Her answering whimper was enough to convince him that maybe he should invite her back to his place after all.

“My apartment isn’t far, and I’d like to continue this train of discussion in private, if you’re agreeable.” he said, voice low and full of promise.

“Oh, I am very agreeable to that, yes, absolutely.” she linked her arm through his. “Lead the way.”

If they attracted a few less-than-accepting looks as he squired her through the streets, they both pretended not to notice.

His apartment was small, and somewhat Spartan, to her eyes. A few personal items here and there; some musical instruments she recognized from their ancient counterparts in the museum, made to be played with bioelectricity and fewer fingers than she had, some brightly-colored blankets and pillows on the sofa(itself made to accommodate a much larger frame than her own, one that came with digitigrade legs). For an alien’s apartment, she reasoned, everything was more or less recognizable in its function. He offered her a glass of taavum, the sweet fruity alcohol that was a local mainstay, which she had learned to drink as the locals did, which is to say warmed.

He lingered close to her as they enjoyed their drinks, his blood warmed by the alcohol and the way her fingers brushed along his forearm both. He felt a decade younger, with the nervous excitement of early blossoming attraction and the promise of pleasure. He wasn’t sure which of them moved first, not that it mattered, as they were both caught up in disrobing the other. She managed to strip him to the waist first, pulling his shirt up and over the wide muscled cowl that framed his face. He’d never admit to her, but her own slender human neck gave him no small amount of anxiety, it looked so delicate and fragile. He struggled with the garment that held her, what were they called again…ah, breasts, flushing a bit purple when she chuckled and reached behind herself, deftly undoing the clasp and letting it fall away.

“It’s okay, those are tricky.” She eyed his torso, running one hand along the pronounced ridges and ropey muscle that covered his frame. He took his time appreciating her body, as well. He’d done some…research, into the human female form, in case he was ever as fortunate as he currently found himself. He wasn’t prepared for how soft her skin was, how her breasts molded to his touch, how her breath escaped her in enticing hitches as he grazed the pad of his thumb over her nipple. Her stomach was rounded and just as soft as her breasts, and he ran his finger along the waistband of her leggings. Hooking his index finger into her waistband, he tugged her along as he backed to his bedroom door.

They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and grasping hands, searching mouths. Straddling his waist, she ran her fingers along his abdomen, following the ridges as they dipped below his waistband. “I…may have read up on your physiology before tonight.”

He smirked up at her. “Did you, now? And what did you learn?”

“That it takes some coaxing and attention to get you to…ah, ‘rise to the occasion’?” she hoped the idiom translated well. He chuckled.

“Yes, you are correct. I’ve picked up from, uh, ‘locker room talk’ I think it’s called? That human men are always out, which seems very precarious to me, if I’m honest.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a shortcoming for them. Makes for a very easy target, when necessary.”

He flinched at that mental image, but his discomfort was brushed away as she began to pull his trousers down his legs.

“Mmm, I love your legs,” she murmured, discarding the rest of his clothes on the floor, “your thighs are amazing. So huge.”

She ran her hands down his thighs, eyes traveling up and down his legs. He had worried that his anatomy would be off-putting for her, her own legs were so straight, bending just at the knee. She didn’t seem to mind, though, if the hunger in her eyes was anything to go by. She ran her hands back up to the apex of his thighs and delicately traced her fingers along the edges of his sheath. He shuddered slightly, even without the bioelectricity one of his own would have used, her touch was electrifying him.

“I’ve never been with a guy with a sheath before, I’m a little nervous. You’ll have to tell me what to do.” She looked up at him through her lashes, vulnerable and wanting to please him, and he was glad to be already on the bed because he didn’t think his legs would have held him in that moment.

“Ah, usually we use our bioelectricity to stimulate each other.”

She deflated a little. “I see. Well, since I can’t do that, do you mind if I try something else?”

Oh, she wanted to…well. “Consider me yours for experimenting, darling.”

She smirked at his endearment. Running her fingers along the folds of his sheath, she began to spread the lubrication that was already seeping out. He fell back onto his elbows, watching her through half-lidded eyes. “Fuck, you can’t look at me like that. You all have those amazing starry cat eyes and I can’t deal…”

He laughed. “I like your eyes, too.”

He’d been flattered when she’d told him that his eyes, blue-green iris on a black sclera speckled with gold, reminded her of the home she’d left behind in the Milky Way. That he felt like home. He was about to ask her what a ‘cat’ was, when she ran her tongue in a long slow path up his sheath. She gazed up at him as she curled the tip of her tongue up and away from him, a thick, viscous bridge of his own natural lubrication connecting it to him still. His throat went dry as she licked her lips. “You taste sweet.”

He let his head drop back with a moan as she returned her attentions to his sheath, her small flexible tongue running along the grooves and chasing his electricity around and around until he was dripping. Her many-fingered hands dexterously massaging him and providing a firm counterpoint to the dancing of her tongue. He gave a broken cry.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” she was immediately cautious.

“No, no. I have never felt anything quite like what you are doing to me, dearest, and it is delicious. Don’t stop.”

He felt her tongue begin to dip into his sheath, and skutting stars she kept delving further in until her lips were firmly pressed to his skin and the tip of her tongue was swirling around the head of his phallus. She moaned against him, the vibrations echoing through him until he found his hand tangled in her hair once again. He could feel himself beginning to swell, pushing harder against her tongue. He gave a strangled cry of her name as he began to unsheathe.

Wrapping one hand around the emerging length of his shaft, her mouth kept working around the head, hand and mouth working in tandem to encompass more of him as he slipped out. That small wicked tongue of hers traced the sensitive feathery ridge along the underside of his shaft, and his bioelectricity answered by racing up and down his length, brief flickers of luminescence brightening the dark room. Her eyes widened at that, and she traced her free hand along the ridges of his abdomen where she could see the pulsating purple glow. He was nearly fully unsheathed, and she was still trying to take all of him in her mouth, futile effort though it was. His shaft grew thicker down toward his pelvis, until she couldn’t wrap her small hand around it. Using both hands, she worked him up and down, discovering he enjoyed it when she squeezed him more than just up-and-down friction alone. His cries became an unintelligible string of alien words interspersed with her name and the occasional wordless moan. Once he was trembling at the edge and thoroughly coated in wetness, she slowly pulled off him with an audible pop and licked her lips, before discarding her own leggings and straddling him once more. His research into human physiology had shown him that human women did not have the firm cartilaginous slit he was accustomed to sinking himself into, but if she was this good at unsheathing him without bioelectricity, he had no doubt they would figure it out, together.

Taking one of his large hands in hers, she brought his thick index finger to the slick folds between her legs. She had hair here, too, he was surprised to find. It was coarser and darker than the hair on her head, and damp with her own lubrication. “You’re a lot bigger than I’m used to, handsome, I’m going to need you to get me ready for you first.”

He carefully slid the tip of his finger around her folds, so much softer and more pliable than he was accustomed to. Everything about her seemed so delicate, he was afraid to hurt her. Sensing his hesitance, she guided his finger to her entrance. “It’s okay, I can take it.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He pushed into her, marveling at the tightness, and moaned as he felt her squeeze around his finger. “Strong, you are so strong, beautiful one…”

She sighed and rocked against his hand, reaching down to guide his thumb to a small firm mound above her entrance. When he pressed the pad of his thumb to it and rubbed it in a circle, she cried out. “Fuck, yes! Just like that…”

She set her own pace, rocking in his grasp as he stretched her open. He took himself in his other hand, strong sure strokes keeping in pace with her movements. A pulse of bioelectricity spiked through him, and a trickle of cum slid down his shaft. She reached behind her with one hand and grasped him, working his shaft and spreading the slick around his head. “Can you use your other finger…er, fingers?”

His brow furrowed a moment before understanding cut through the fog of lust. He slid his index finger out of her and positioned his other “finger”, what was really three fingers joined together in syndactyly, at her entrance. “If it is too much, tell me, and I’ll stop.” She nodded as she kept working him with her hand and grinding herself against his thumb, wetness pooling in his palm. The scent of her reached his nostrils and his mouth watered. Carefully, so so carefully, he pushed his larger fused finger into her, feeling her give and stretch around him slowly. Her movements slowed as she adjusted to the increased size and pressure. She sank down onto his hand little by little, eyes closed and head tilted back, her delicate throat flexing as she swallowed her moans. He leaned up and captured her throat between his teeth, and she groaned, one hand coming up to cradle the back of his large head. He worked his mouth against her neck, biting and teasing, as she ran her hand around to the front of his cowl and down along it to where it joined the muscles of his chest. Her hands felt impossibly soft against the slightly rougher texture of his own skin. She pressed her hand against his chest, over his heart, and locked eyes with him. Molten brown and starry blue, an entire universe held in their gaze as they rocked together. She leaned her forehead against his, and his awareness shrank until it held only her, only him, only this. He felt her begin to spasm around his hand, muscles clenching erratically. Her cries were a song so sweet, it coaxed the stars out of hiding.

She braced herself against him, both hands pressed to his chest, as her breathing calmed. “So that was…wow…”

“Yes,” he swallowed, thickly, “…wow.”

Turning them both, he eased her down onto the bed until she was laid back against the pillows, her body openly displayed before him like a feast. Kissing the mark he had left on her neck, he eased himself down her torso, saluting both breasts in turn with his tongue, dipping his tongue into her naval briefly before continuing down to her slick folds. He took the opportunity to study her closely, now that she was before him in such a delectable manner.

“You look so beautiful like this, darling. I have imagined having you in my bed like this for so long,” he told her.

He gently parted her folds, noting how the skin became a darker pink the deeper it went, like an irtaafay blossom. She was absolutely sodden, wetness dripping from her like the most delicious paripo fruit. He nudged his flat nose against the small mound that had made her wail before, and gave a long slow lick along her slit, as she had done to him. He was rewarded with a low groan that became his name, her hand finding purchase along the crest of his head. He ran one hand up along her side, finding her hand and lacing his fingers with hers as best he could. Wrapping his other hand around her thigh, he set himself to task. She tasted different, strange, but wonderful. He could smell the strength of her desire for him and it spurred him on. Her hips rocked her against his face as he devoured her, lips and tongue and teeth drawing at her until he felt he were drinking her like taavum.

“I’m almost there…I’m almost…ah, fuck!” her back arched off the bed and she squeezed his hand. He felt her spasm against his mouth, her body trembling as she flew on his tongue. When her grip on his head and hand relaxed, he eased himself back up her body, wiping his mouth with his fingers before sucking her off them slowly.

“Did you enjoy yourself, my sweet one?”

She nodded and gave a soft exhalation that might have been ‘yes’, if she’d had more strength. He smiled, smug in his ability to please her so thoroughly. Her eyes focused on him. “You haven’t cum yet.”

“No,” he said, positioning himself between her legs, “when I reach my peak, I wish to do so completely surrounded by your warmth and heat and strength.”

Pushing herself up on her elbows so she could watch him, she wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and pulled him close. He reached down with one hand and lined himself up with her, pushing himself into her with a low groan. “Oh, darling! My beautiful, beautiful one. You feel…”

“I know,” she gasped, “you do, too.”

He slid into her more easily than he had anticipated, all their work preparing for this moment well spent. Burying his face against her neck, her soft hair tickling his cowl, he pushed against the tightness of her muscles, his voice a strangled moan as she squeezed him. “Stars, you are so strong…”

“You said that before,” she breathed, “I..ah…I don’t…”

“The way you grip me and squeeze around me tight, we don’t…” he broke off, gathering his thoughts. “Sex for us, it’s more about the bioelectricity, completing the circuit between us…”

“Ah, for us it’s about the friction.” And she rocked her hips up against him, hard. He responded in kind, rocking into her harder and harder, the slick drag of her muscles against his shaft maddening and exhilarating. “Harder, faster, please…”

She twisted under him, so that she was on her knees, her soft round ass pressed against him as she squeezed around him again. He ran his hand along her arm, grasping her hand, and sliding his other arm under her to brace her against him as he set a punishing pace. The feeling of her dragging along him coupled with the sounds of her crying out and their bodies slamming together, faster and faster, pushed him along as surely as any lightning coursing through his veins. His low pulsating purple glow picked up along his abdomen, racing along the ridges of his cowl and bathing them both in violet light. He pressed his forehead to her back as he reached the crest of his pleasure, her name falling out of his mouth like a prayer, a song, a plea. Her spasmodic tightening around him signaled her own crest, and she answered him with a shout.

After a while, once the sweat cooled and they had regained the ability to speak, she lay in his arms, head pillowed on his shoulder, idly running her fingers up and down his arm. “Is it still good, without the bioelectricity?” she asked.

“Oh yes, darling, it is incredible. Strange and singular and unexpected, just like you.” he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Because, I was thinking, I do have some sex toys that vibrate and use electricity, and I was thinking maybe we could…”

He chuckled and pulled her closer. “Sweetheart, I would adore exploring more with you.”

[joonsjeon]

Heat of the Campfire (M)

Pairing: Reader x Jaebum Words: 2253 Genre: Smut / Suggestive Warnings: just a lot of teasing...

While on a camping trip together with the others, the evening quickly turned into a heated teasing session with your boyfriend. 

It was one of those incredibly rare weekends where all of them had spare time. JYPE gave them three free days and not even Jackson decided to use that time for going back to China. In conclusion, after months and months had passed without all of you spending some prime time together, the day had finally come. It took a while but all of you agreed on camping together. Not too far away, near Jaebum’s hometown, there were woods he knew pretty well and ensured you that going there would be the easiest and safest. And obviously, no one really doubted their leader, so with that, the destination was quickly chosen. Now, only a few days later after planning the trip, it was your first nightfall in the woods. You had arrived around midday to have enough time finding a nice spot, putting up the tents and collecting some wood to make a campfire for the night. It was summer but who knew how cold it would get during the night. Either way, all of you were kind of exhausted, because putting up the tents was not as easy as it may sound if you have an overexcited Jackson jumping around, almost screaming that he had never done this before and on the other hand Mark, who seemed like he wanted to die, finding a bug crawling near him almost every second. And in the middle of it all were you, trying to hide the fact that all you wanted within the next couple of days, was some private time with your boyfriend Jaebum. As tight as their schedule always was, getting that time alone was almost impossible. And if you had it, it mostly ended with him falling asleep to you caressing his head on your lap. Sure, that wasn’t a bad thing. Actually, you liked watching him sleep because he looked especially peaceful when you were next to him…and also spending time with all the boys together like you did now filled you with happiness…yet, you were a simple girl who had some basic needs, longing for the touch of your man for way too long already.

At that moment, however, all of you sat together around the campfire that you successfully lit, enjoying the time either by staying silent to simply appreciate the here and now or by delving into old memories. Obviously, you had made yourself comfortable next to Jaebum, leaning on his side while an arm of his was tightly wrapped around your shoulders. His fingers gently drew patterns over the fabric of your jacket so that even when he didn’t look at you, you felt like having his attention at all times. It was small details like that why you could certainly say, he was the best boyfriend you could have…if it wasn’t for the sex part sometimes. You half-heartedly listened to the conversations they had, busy with imaging all sorts of things as you had the chance to look at his beautiful profile without being disturbed. You really wanted him. A blanket laying on top of you could cover up what you were about to do. But with 6 other people around who knew Jaebum better than anybody else, the risk of being caught was still incredibly high. And probably exactly that was what ‘caused the blood buzzing in your ears as well as the feeling of your clit pulsing stronger, the more you thought about it. You had to start things off casually though. After resting your chin on his shoulders for a while you took the benefit of the doubt and softly blew some air on his neck. He did not react to it the first time, only the skin showing slight goosebumps made clear he noticed it at all. So you repeated your action, a tad stronger now which made the goosebumps show up more. He turned his head towards you, looking you directly in the eyes, not saying a word though, and just raising an eyebrow. He might have already been aware of your plan…were you that obvious? You just smiled at him innocently, acting like nothing had happened at all, so he let it go and turned his head back to the fire. You waited a few moments before scooping closer that you could place a quick peck underneath his ear, only to pinch his earlobe between your teeth for a split-second. Additional to that you slipped one hand under the blanket, putting it on his thigh. You squeezed him lightly to make sure that he noticed you.  This time his head snapped into your direction much quicker. He frowned, looking like he was not enjoying this as much as you were. “I know where you want to go, (Y/N). Don’t.” he muttered in a low-voice, which was not meant to be sexy at all but it still had an effect on you. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Jaebummie.” You teased him still smiling but aware of the fact that your eyes told a completely different story. Neither of you said something now, just the eye contact remained along with nothing but a few centimeters parting your lips. You were breathing each other’s air, making your head go a little fuzzy. While his eyes actually still looked pretty normal, almost as if he was immune to any of your moves, his tongue slipped out, moistening his lips unintentionally. Getting that reaction out of him motivated you. So you ran your fingers slightly upwards, getting dangerously close to his dick – that is when he abruptly grabbed your hand, stopping you from going any further. “I said…don’t.” he threatened you, his grip tightening around your wrist. How much he hated not being in control over the situation was quite amusing. “But Jaebum…no one is looking at us.” You cooed into his ear, meanwhile tracing your fingertips along his neck. His veins were popping out from focusing so hard on not giving in to you. He did not respond. You leaned in to press your lips on his, tucking on his bottom one. He hesitated, not kissing you back at first until suddenly his tongue slipped into your mouth, hungrily swirling around yours. One hand placed in your neck, he pulled you closer. Apparently, it was at this moment that he realized just how long it had been since the last time you fucked.    “Hey! You guys are not alone here!” Jinyoung snapped at you, ripping both of you out of the world you had just entered. You laughed at his words to loosen up the situation, there still was no point in denying that blood rushed not only to your cheeks in an instant but also down to your middle part. Still, there was a possibility of Jaebum being completely turned off, now that he knew the others were watching…but you were wrong. “Didn’t you say you were cold, (Y/N)?” he asked with one hand strongly settled on the side of your hips, almost pushing you onto his lap. Understanding what he actually meant by that, you played along and swung yourself onto him. Knowing that Jaebum is not the kind of guy for whom it would be enough to simply grind on his cock a few times it was what you decided to do first. Tease him a little more…who knew, maybe you could actually get him to beg for you once. Most likely not though. Your back pressed against his firm chest, his arms tightly wrapped around your upper body and his chin resting on your shoulder, that you could feel his hot breath tingling on your neck, was enough to get you back in the mood. You tugged the blanket up higher, just to be sure, and slowly started moving your bottom against his member. The motions had to be so discreet that none of the others noticed you again, yet intense enough for him to feel anything at all. You started slow, grinding on him like you usually did at home just on a slightly smaller scale, hoping that it could get him going. Every now and then you used the chance and acted like you were repositioning on his lap but in reality, merely harshen the movement for a few seconds. And it worked. Every time you used that trick, his breathing hitched or a low growl escaped his mouth right next to your ear. Surprisingly quick, you could feel his growing erection pressing against you. Before swapping positions like you had planned it out already, you decided on mocking him a few more minutes. He lifted his arms of your body to swiftly scoop under the blanket, placing his hand on your hips with a tight grip. Not only his breathing got a little shaky along with that, at one time he went so far as thrusting his hips upwards to meet your movements, pressing you down at the same time and taking control of the situation the way he loved it the most. “Fuck.” He grunted under his breath trying desperately to stay still, it was by far one of the hottest sounds you ever heard him do. You had to bite your lip to keep in the moan that stuck in your throat.

Realising how wet you had gotten yourself from all the humping and grinding on him it was about time to switch things up a bit. Loosening his grip on you by pressing against his arms, you signaled him that you wanted to position yourself differently. Now you sat sideways, your legs lying on top of his and then dropping off on the side again. This way you could first of all still stroke his now hard cock but also rest your head in the crook of his neck, pretending to doze off but actually sucking at the skin of his neck, right where his sweet spot was located. Jaebum wrapped the blanket around you completely, which only made the disguise of you falling asleep on him even better. “You are so hard for me, oppa.” You whispered into his ear seductively while starting to suck at mentioned sweet spot of his. He did an incredibly good job of staying still but you wanted to see him struggle at least a teeny tiny bit. “If only you knew.” You mewled into his ear further, in-between kissing the soft skin and trailing your tongue along it. Your hand traveled down his torso, enjoying the feeling of his muscles underneath the thin fabric until you almost reached his bulge. “If only I knew what?” he asked back with a dark voice, the one you missed the sound of for so long. “How wet I am for you.” You moaned directly into his ear, finally grabbing his dick through the pants he was wearing. He inhaled sharply but held back any other strong reaction that would expose the situation. Even though it would not change a lot if you actually got caught, you restrained from slipping your hand inside his pants completely. You started stroking his shaft all the way up and then all the way back down again, painfully slow at first. One of his hands had found the way back under the blanket again and now lay on top of yours, tightening your grip on him and determining the pace he wanted to happen. That combined with you leaving hot trails on his neck stunned him for a few seconds until… “Shit…” he gasped loudly, making everybody’s heads turn to the two of you. You initially stopped everything you were doing in order to keep them thinking you were already deep asleep. He had to get himself out of this one alone. “Are you alright, Jaebum-hyung?” Youngjae asked with an actual hint of worry in his voice. You had to keep yourself from laughing at how someone could be that innocent and not suspect a single thing. “Uhm yeah…I just forgot to bring something.” He tried lying himself out of the situation but at least some of them really didn’t seem to buy it.

“What did you forget? Condoms?” Jackson blurted out, laughing his ass off all alone. You on the opposite felt Jaebum tense up at these words. Funny enough your hand was still wrapped around his erection so all you had to do for him to relax, was move your hand all the way down his length. Feeling him twitch lightly under your touch was so hot. “At least I am getting some.” He confidently replied and made some of the others laugh or cheer for him. The next move of him actually was so much wittier than you ever expected him to be at that point. “You guys are too loud. (Y/N) wants to sleep…I’ll take her to bed now.” He pretended to caress your arm in order for you to wake up again. You blinked a few times as if your eyes were sleepy and too heavy to open up. Then you took a look around you, the smiley faces of the guys looking right at you. “You will regret all that teasing real quick, babe.” He whispered into your ear as both of you got up together and made your way back to the tent. He stopped one last time, looked back at the others and shouted Jackson’s name. “See this?” he asked and demonstratively smacked your ass when he knew not only Jackson but everyone else was looking as well. “All mine.”

[talesfromthefade]

Marina Amell x Alistair Theirin || NSFW || 3357 words

The words burn at the tip of his tongue, until finally he can’t hold them back any more no matter how much they might threaten to shatter the moment as the mage’s gentle hand in his tugs him in behind her into her tent. “Marina- are you sure?”

“Yes,” she nods with a patient smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his blushing cheeks. “I am, if you are.”

“Yes! I mean- did that sound too eager? I- I must sound like a fool,” he admits softly shaking his head and deflating a little. “You know that I’ve never done anything like this, with anyone. I was quite sheltered, after all. I care for you so much, whenever I think of this I feel like a bumbling idiot. All… hands,” he continues with a regretful and frustrated look twisting his mouth and brow as he finally pulls his gaze up to meet hers once more. “I wish I could be better at this. I want it to be right.”

Marina has held her tongue, held back even from touching him while he spoke, not wishing to unfairly distract from saying what is clearly bothering him, but now he’s got it out, she can no longer ignore her desire to comfort and reassure him as best and in any way she can. “Alistair,” the young mage offers softly, as a gentle hand presses to his cheek. He shudders a little under her touch, but doesn’t turn or move to pull away, so she continues to keep it there, thumb gently  sweeping back and forth in gentle caress.

“It will be right,” she replies softly with certainty. She’s never taken a lover before either. The Circle, not unlike the Chantry upbringing he has had, frowned upon such things. They happened anyway, of course, but such things were usually trysts, and little else. It didn’t seem very likely or possible, but Marina had always hoped- had been waiting for something more. “Because it’s with you,” she promises, smiling. “We can go as fast, or as slow as you would like, or stop whenever you want,” she assures him. “But I’m not going to change my mind, Alistair,” Marina says , clasping one of his hands and slowly guiding it up along her side, stopping it over her breast. Not encouraging him to grope yet, but making it clear she’s not about to stop him should he get it in his head to try. “I love you. And when you’re ready, I want to make love to you,” Marina offers, fighting with everything she has not to blush, or give him any reason to think she has any second thoughts about this.

“Maker,” Alistair whispers in breathless awe, pupils blown wide and feeling his cheeks heat even more under her hungry gaze as deft fingers untuck his tunic from his breeches and slip beneath to run over warm skin and strong muscles, stomach muscles trembling and going taut under her featherlight touch. His own fingers hesitate a moment before slowly loosing several of the clasps of her robes to reveal more of the creamy unblemished skin of her neck and collarbone, the slightest hint of her modest breasts beneath her band.

He darts forward before he can overthink it or second-guess himself, kissing and tasting at her jaw, nibbling a little at her neck. Alistair stops just short of marking it, starting to pull back again before one of her hands is tangling and fisting through his short hair with a soft moan of approval, anchoring him to the spot and urging him to continue.

The warrior sucks and worries at the juncture where her neck meets shoulder until he’s left a small, red mark that’s sure to linger there awhile and surprises himself with the thrill of possessiveness it brings. Whatever limited experience or knowledge she may or may not have over his own, she will never have been marked like this before. Living in the Circle it would have been too dangerous to do so. That she might want this. Might not care if her companions should see, should know that she’s chosen him to share a space in her tent, perhaps even in her heart with- it nearly threatens to stop his own heart where it now hammers loudly against his ribs.

“You are so beautiful,” Alistair marvels appreciatively, even now falling a little more for the young woman as she blushes under his gaze and the weight of his words. “I- I…” he stammers, suddenly overcome with nerves.  Sweet Andraste, he wants to do this right, to do right by her, but he’s out of his depth here, hand still frozen where she placed it over her breast, unsure. “Tell me what to do,” the warrior finally manages softly, words almost a plea, but too desperate now by half to care or bother with feeling embarrassed by them. “How and where to touch you,” he asks.

She smiles then, patient, warm as ever she has always been, and nods, gently pushing his hand out of the way, and leaning back to gather and tug her robes up over her head, as he watches transfixed by each new inch of skin as it’s exposed to him, before nodding to him, reaching out to help divest him of his own.

It’s not the first time he’s ever been shirtless around her, but it’s never been quite like this. The world still and seemingly little bigger than the two of them, neither of them needing to hide or steal their appreciative glances at one another. The intensity with which those bright blue eyes openly stare and ogle him now, as if trying to burn the image of it firmly into her mind, makes Alistair’s whole body-including the newly exposed chest she’s openly studying-flush anew, as he awkwardly clears his throat. “Like what you see,” he teases, falling back on his usual deflective humor to  mask his nerves.

“Very much so,” Marina nods with a tender smile. And Maker, that’s surely meant to reassure him, but he can barely focus as her tongue quickly darts out to wet her lips.

She chases his hand that has nervously reached up to rub the hair at the back of his neck with her own, gently guiding him into a kiss before his nerves can overwhelm him again. The kiss is easy, slow and tender, familiar and comforting. He allows himself to dive into it, to get lost in it as she gently tips them both back to lie into the blanket and bedrolls, her own smaller body atop his. One long, lithe leg slides between his own, earning a sharp intake of breath, followed by a low moan as her thigh grounds against his burgeoning arousal. Fingers delve between them a few moments later to wrestle with the lacings of his breeches and he temporarily forgets how to breathe.

“Alistair,” Marina whispers softly against his skin, fingers pausing where they are as she presses a fleeting kiss to his brow, making his name into a question. Are you alright, her blue eyes asks as they stare into his full of patience and concern. “Still with me,” she inquires gently, and Alistair snorts softly, he can’t really help but to.

“Always,” he promises with a nod. Yes, he would follow this woman to the ends of the Earth, he thinks, feeling his heart where it hammers hard against his ribs once more. He will happily follow her lead in this too. Her answering smile is so warm, the warrior almost thinks he’s unwittingly been speaking all his thoughts aloud, though it probably wouldn’t matter if he had. Alistair isn’t sure whether it’s yet another instance of the young woman’s brilliance, or further evidence he’s a simple, even predictable, sort of man, but Marina’s always seemed to see right through him. By all rights it ought to be frightening, but with her? It’s thrilling.

And she’s right. This is right. Because it’s with her. And already she, this evening, all of it- are so much more than he’s come to expect out of life. So much better than a young boy sleeping in the stables with the dogs ever dared dream of.

Marina slowly shimmies until she’s no longer lying on top of Alistair, but gives him no time to mourn the loss as she trails kisses- warm and a little wet down his chest in her wake, stopping just below his navel where a light trail of hair begins and disappears beneath the waist of his trousers and smalls. Deft fingers slide underneath him, gently coaxing him to lift his hips before tugging down pants and his smallclothes in one swift movement and stealing away his breath once more.

The warrior does his level best to steel himself, maintain his composure under the scrutiny of her gaze, but his nerves get the better of him as even in the face of such beauty, and he slowly begins to wilt despite his best efforts. Alistair has rarely-perhaps never- been enough on his own merits for anyone. Even Duncan, much as he had in such a short time become a kind of father to him, had likely on some level taken him under his wing because of his royal bastard blood.

But laid completely bare before Marina Amell? He’s more vulnerable and scared now than he’s been since fighting their way through the Tower of Ishal at the Battle of Ostagar, no, since he saw Darkspawn fill her chest with arrows after they’d lit the signal fire. Terrified he might lose her, and he’s helpless to do anything to prevent. He swallows hard on the lump that he suddenly formed in his throat, unsure whether he should break the silence between them, or if doing so might only further seal his fate. He knows he’s not particularly… eloquent most of the time. But Maker knows for her he tries, does his best to convey his heart is hers, corny as he often comes off sounding. It can only have been a moment or two at most, but anxiety and self-doubt make it seem an eternity since she divested him of the last of his clothes. So he waits.

Slowly her hands drift away from where they stopped, eventually resting on his hips, Alistair braces himself for her inevitable rejection. She reaches out and takes his hands in hers instead, guiding them behind her to the catch of her breastband, guiding his fingers where they falter until the cloth covering falls away to reveal her torso in its entirety. She stays still, upright, where she sits between his legs, and makes no moves to cover or shield herself from his gaze, but she trembles slightly, giving herself away. She’s nervous too, he realizes eyes widening in surprise, quickly sitting up to haul her into his arms.

“Maker’s breath, but I am a lucky man,” he exhales softly with a slight chuckle, resting his forehead against hers after stealing from her a passionate kiss. She blushes. For all that she started this, inviting him into her tent, into her bed, she still blushes when he tells her she’s beautiful, still doubts that he might want her even when she’s the vision of perfection in his lap, and he loves her still more for it. Andraste preserve them, if they somehow make it out of all of this, he’ll happily spend the rest of his life reminding endeavoring to deserve her, this gift she’s offering him, and convincing her of just how stunning she is. “I love you too,” he adds realizing he’s not returned her declaration yet or at least not in so many words, ducking in for a kiss- and this kind of swooping, he thinks, might not be quite so bad.

She pulls back from him when they come up for air, and for a second Alistair worries he’s made some kind of unspoken error, because life has rarely given him anything like this good, and what few times it has, he’s certainly never been allowed to keep it.  But then she’s leaning over him, warm hands gently caressing up the inside of his thighs, making him tremble once more under her touch. For all that he’s a hardened warrior when he needs to be, for her, here and now, he happily melts. Her fingers reach his arousal and Alistair’s eyes roll backwards behind his eyelids with a low moan as she closes her hands around him. The overwhelming wet heat of her mouth as it closes over the head of his length a moment later very nearly makes him dizzy, crying out far too loudly even for her tent being a little farther away from the rest of their companions, but he cannot help it, one hand drifting on instinct to fist through her long blonde tresses, though careful not to pull too hard and hurt her.

For all his jokes about lampposts, when the discussion of the possibility of sex had first come up between them, his Chantry upbringing really has sheltered him from even most secondhand knowledge about this kind of thing. Alistair doesn’t know what he’s allowed to hope or to ask for, what is normal between lovers and what is deviant only to be done by paid whores. He wouldn’t even know what to call most of it, he suspects. But what she’s doing right now? It’s better than every inappropriate fantasy that’s kept him awake at nights since he first realized- quite early on- his attraction to his fellow Gray Warden. “Marina,” he gasps breathlessly, fingers clenching and digging ever so slightly into her scalp, thighs flexing as her tongue swirls around him.

They have all night. That much he does know. Even as brief as his seniority with the Wardens is over her own, he recalls the many bawdy jokes from his fellows about a Gray Warden’s stamina being one of the nicer perks of the job. He could let her finish what she’s started, but he’d rather their first time be more equally shared, something that brings her as much pleasure too.

“Wait,” Alistair manages to gasp softly between heavy breaths, and true to her earlier promise she stops and draws back immediately without complaint. Maker whatever he’s done to deserve this, to deserve her- provided this isn’t all some sort of mix up- he hopes he never stops doing it. “I want-” he begins, struggling to find the right words, shaking his head a little with a frustrated huff. “I want the first time to be together,” he admits finally, biting his bottom lip a little as he forces himself to meet her deep blue gaze, praying he doesn’t sound too stupid with his request. “If that’s- is that something you might want too,” he asks cautiously. And maybe, just this once, Morrigan is right (not that he’ll ever tell her, lest it go straight to her head) and he is a weak and foolish man, but he’ll take whatever this young woman is willing to give him, whatever that may be.

His candor is rewarded with a warm and tender smile, as she gently sweeps her hair back over her shoulders and leans down for another kiss in answer. “Yes, Ali,” she whispers softly against his ear, rolling herself off of him and onto the bedroll beside him before tugging him back over to her, encouraging him to switch their previous positions. Alistair hesitates a moment, bracing himself on his palms to hover above her.

She laughs, a gentle tinkling laugh that reminds him of the wind chimes he’d admired back in Lothering’s Chantry gardens. And he never knew it could be like this, that even now in such a tender and important moment of intimacy between them that there could also be room for laughter, but it’s wonderful. “I’m not made of glass, Love,” she reminds him with a patient smile, tugging him down to lie on top of her for more kisses, and caresses from wandering hands eager to touch and to study their lover. His own hands are no better, quickly losing themselves in her arms, her breasts, her ribs, her hips… fingers dip cautiously between her legs, searching, until her breath catches, body arching up from beneath and bucking into him, his length now wet with pearly beads of pre-cum sliding and pressing against her belly. “Alistair.”

“Marina,” the warrior moans softly in reply, his name has never sounded so good, Alistair thinks, pressing in for another kiss. His arousal slips between her thighs, bumping gently against her entrance.

“Yes,” the mage gasps breathlessly, legs lifting up to wrap around his hips, pulling him forward, temporarily locking him in place as he bottoms out inside her with a gasp. It burns a little, the unfamiliar stretch, but she knows from listening to the gossip about elicit trysts in the Tower it will pass soon enough, ignoring the tear or two that escapes from watering eyes. Alistair, still a little breathless from the sensation of her body wrapped so entirely around his, catches a tear with his thumb frowning, attempting to pull back, but Marina’s legs lock behind him keeping him there.

“I’m hurting you,” he whispers, wide-eyed.

“No,” she promises, shaking her head. “It will pass, it’s already getting better,” Marina replies, one hand drifting up to cup his jaw. “Just… give me a moment.”

“All the time you need,” Alistair nods, still looking a little worried, though some part of him grateful for the brief pause, lest it all be over embarrassingly early. That something that could make him feel so wonderful could bring her pain, however briefly, seems rather unfair, but he’s scarcely opened his mouth before the young woman is leaning up and pushing her tongue in to caress his own. Legs unlock as her hands drift down his back with the slightest bite from her fingernails before giving his bottom an appreciative squeeze with a small giggle against his mouth.

“Alistair?”

“Yes?”

“Move, sweetheart,” she encourages with a smile.

“Right,” Alistair chuckles nervously, slowly pulling back before slowly thrusting back in. “Maker’s breath.” If all the sisters at the Monastery are right and these are his final moments before lightning reigns down on him, this- the way she feels around him, his name a breathless whisper on her lips, even the way her nails leave tracks down his back, it’s perfect. Better than.

He manages to hold on just long enough to feel her body begin clenching with ripples of pleasure around him, before losing himself to his own release moments later.

“I love you,” he blurts out as the pair of them lie wrapped up in each other and their blankets coming down from their respective highs, because it’s the only- well, mostly intelligent thing he can think to say. “I,” he stammers quickly, trying to recover himself and figure out exactly what it is he’s supposed to say right now. “Not because of that. I mean, I- not that that wasn’t-because that was incredible-” he chuckles still a little awestruck, “But I loved you well before and I’d still- even if we hadn’t… done that,” he concludes a bit lamely.

“I love you too,” Marina smiles softly, shaking her head at his nervous antics. “But I’m glad we did that,” she adds, smiling a bit wider.

“Yeah,” Alistair nods, relaxing a little. He should have known, she’s never made fun of him before, not when it really mattered or might hurt him. She’s always been able to tell the difference between his being playful, and genuine fumbling attempts to express something that matters to him. “Me too.”

“Maybe, we could do that again,” she offers, positively smirking now as one leg lifts up to drape suggestively across his.

“Minx,” Alistair laughs, drawing her into another passionate kiss.

“That’s not a no,” she points out with a giggle.

“Hmm, it isn’t, is it,” he laughs as wraps her body in his arms and drags her over to lie on top of him.