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wiypt-writes · 3 years ago

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Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

A Frank Adler One Shot.

Summary: It’s Frank’s wedding night… but you’re not quite ready to let him go just yet.

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, 18+) allusions to cheating…

Pairings: Frank Adler x Reader

A/N: Just a little smutty one shot featuring everyone’s favourite Dirty Boat Daddy. Written for @onlyjamesbarnes 1.5k Follower Challenge. Prompt in bold. Congrats babe!!

Lyrics from Fall Out Boy- Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Frank Adler Master list // Main Masterlist

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I'm gonna make you bend and break,

Say a prayer, but let the good times roll

In case God doesn't show…

Frank had always been powerless to resist you. He was a moth to your flame, but like always, you play with fire and you get burnt.

But now, you were the one burning, burning hotter than the sun.

With a groan, you ground your hips down as you leaned back, rolling and rocking down onto him. That face, sharp chiselled jawline covered by a slightly nearer than usual scruff looked back at you, his perfect profile silhouetted against the moonlight which drifted through the curtains of the hotel room.

How could something that wrong feel so fucking right?

And I want these words to make things right, But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life.

"Who does he think he is?"

If that's the worst you've got, better put your fingers back to the keys

He shouldn’t have let you in, but you knew he would as soon as he fired you the message with his room number. Your signature knock had sounded across the plush suite he was spending his last night as a ‘single’ man in, and like a sacrificial lamb welcoming its slaughter, he’d opened the door.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I wanted to see you.” You blinked up at him. He was still in his slacks and dress shirt, from the rehearsal you’d sat through, tie discarded, collar open. He cut a stark contrast to the boat greased and oil stained, salty air cured man you were used to.

He held the door open for you, stepping back and allowing you in. Without a word you walked over to the grand windows the space provided, offering a look at the shoreline outside and below. The view was breathtaking at night, the moonlight shining off the waves as they lapped at the shore, mere metres away from where tomorrow he would take his vows.

Through the reflection of the window behind you, you could see him just as his hands gripped at your waist. You turned on the ball of your foot, manicured fingers running up his chest from his strong pecs to his collarbones and over his shoulders to around his neck, your lips quickly on his. Your tongue slipped inside, tasting a hint of scotch, a half drunk glass of which sat on the small coffee table to the right. Frank moaned against your mouth while your fingers slipped through the neatly trimmed hair of his neck.

You pushed against him slightly with your body, the back of his legs hitting the chair besides the coffee table and he took a seat, breaking your kiss.

“This shouldn’t-“

“Shhh.” You shook your head. “Just give me tonight, please.”

He stared at you with lust blown eyes, different to the playful glint he normally possessed when he used to look at you, as you thought for a second about your next move, bottom lip already swollen from his kiss between your teeth.

You knew he was a goner.

"Y/N," he managed to croak out as you straddled his lap, seating yourself over his now hard cock, the rough fabric of his dark dress pants constraining him, giving you just enough teasing friction agasint your sensitive inner thighs. His large hands slid up your thighs and under your light coloured, flowy dress as you moved your lips over his again, giving him access to your ass, finger tips grazing the barely there material of your panties.

You ground down against him, your hips rolling in a circular motion as he growled into your mouth, squeezing your cheeks with his hands. You kicked off your sandals, making a thud as they hit the plush carpet. A sound that matched that of your heart. A heart that squeezed in your chest, as if someone had wound and elastic band around its middle knowing that tomorrow you’d watch him takes his vows.

And everything would change.

Frank broke away from your lips, to lick and nip at your jaw and down your neck, tongue rolling against your sternum. His face drilled between your breasts, inhaling your scent.

Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt and plucked them open skillfully, French manicured nails raking across his chest, causing him to shudder and groan. You reached for the buckle of his belt, undoing it with little trouble, lifting your hips slightly, showing a strength in your thighs as you lifted away from him, to undo his flies. You adjusted yourself, pushing up on your knees just a little to allow the room you needed to dip your hand just under his boxers waistline, gently gripping at his dick.

“No, not here.” He growled, teeth nipping at the shell of your ear. “I want you in the bed.”

The bed. Where he would spend his first night as a married man.

It was so wrong.

Yet you happily obliged.

It was a well practiced tango the pair of you had danced over the years, and now here you were, him keening underneath you with a desperation you’d come to know well.

You could feel his cock pulsing against your walls and it gave you the chills. You held the power and control as he struggled to keep his.

With a quick movement, Frank sat up, pulling you flush against his chest, the angle hitting you just at that pleasurable spot he always managed to hit within you. His head dropped, lips and teeth gently teasing your nipple, large hands splayed agains your spine as he lavished you with affection.

You started grinding down harder, looking for that clitoral stimulation you wanted and as you found it, he moaned deeply into your ear.

“I’m close, but I don’t wanna… not yet.” His words were a plea, a plea that he wasn’t ready to end, and you knew he didn’t simply mean tonight.

But it had to. There was no way around it.

One night and one more time, thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great

"He tastes like you only sweeter"

"Just...let...go," you purred against him.

"Oh fahk," he ground out as his feet planted firmly into the mattress and his hips thrust upward. It didn't take much, a few strong and hard drives and you were crying out his name, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you came around around him.

"Jesus, fahkk, I'm gonna fahking.... Oh fahk," he swore vehemently, his old Boston drawl thick as he drove hard into you for a final time, exploding his load deep into you, spraying your walls with ribbons of white cream.

The pair of you collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Frank kept you held to his chest as you both drew ragged, heaving breaths. After a moment, Frank pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, no words needed.

And you blinked back a solitary tear.

*****

I'm looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad.

And this crystal ball, it’s always cloudy except for when you look into the past

One night stand

Frank had fallen asleep with you in his arms, not quite ready to let you go. But you were long gone by the time he woke the next morning, the only evidence you’d been in his room was a scribbled note on the pad on the night stand.

“Here’s to the first day of the rest of your life.”

He’d folded the note up and slipped it into his breast pocket, not quite sure why. Maybe it would keep you close to him in those moments he needed to feel you, who knows.

Who knows why any of this had started in the first place.

He watched Mary walk down the aisle first, her bouquet in her hand had been dropped as she had leapt into his arms for a hug, laughing as she told him how excited she was. He’d kissed her cheek and placed her down and she stood by his side, watching as his bride and her father started towards him.

It was then Frank’s eyes had found yours as you watched him, and he swallowed, his chest contracting.

He could still feel your eyes on him and he couldn’t get the image of you bouncing on top of his cock out of his head. He blinked as someone said his name, and he looked at the officiant, clearing his throat.

“Sorry, little nervous.” He apologised, flashing a cheeky grin before he took a deep breath.

A couple of I-Dos later, he was told to kiss his wife. So he did.

And all he could taste was you.

Man and wife walked hand in hand down the aisle to applause, and at the end they stopped and the new Mrs Adler peered up at Frank, a soft smile on her face.

“You happy?”

“Of course.” He smiled back.

“Good, because choosing me to spend your life with, well, I actually think it’s the second best choice you’ve ever made in your life.”

Frank blinked as he heard the click of the photographer's camera. “Oh? The second? What was the first?”

“Letting me into your room last night.” You grinned, your hand sliding up his tux, the diamond studded band catching the sun, glinting in the bright light.

Frank grinned at you, before he arched his eyebrow. “Time will tell if it really was bad luck to see my wife the night before.”

“Didn’t feel like bad luck to me,” you smirked, you hand gently tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as he dropped his head to kiss you, the cheers and applause once more chiming in your ears.

One night and one more time, thanks for the memories

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thewordworrier · 3 years ago

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It’s Not Love If It’s Just Fucking

Word Count: 8,435 words. Category: Smutty smut. Rating: 18+ and over only, please! Warnings: ~ Female OC. ~ Swearing. ~ c’mon, it’s essentially porn, what else do you think? Notes: ~ Title is from “No Shows” by Gerard Way. ~ Always assume that everyone involved is of legal age, okay? ~ My weird bastardised College AU dealio. Just go with it. ~ Pre-established friendship. ~ This doesn’t involve Gerard for once. (I know, I’m shocked too.) ~ This is... A deleted, stand alone scene from something else I was/am writing.

- - - - - - - - - - Setting: some student bar/the student union/some student club? [Frank and Shelly have known each other a little while now - this isn’t the first time they’ve been out drinking together.] “No, I don’t think you can.” “Oh psh. I totally can.” Frank shook his head. “Don’t believe you” “Get me a drink and I’ll prove it.” “Nah, you gotta come up with me; you know you get it for free if they think you’ve done it properly.” Shelly rolled her eyes and followed Frank up to the side of the bar, watching him lean to speak into the ear of one of the students behind it. As the drink was being prepared, Shelly pulled a hair elastic off of her wrist and twisted her hair back and up, lightly resting her hands on her hips as she waited. Frank returned with the “test tube shot” and with a roll of her eyes, she nestled it in her cleavage, the cap still on. She put her arms behind her back, holding her own wrists; not a requirement but she did it anyway. She straightened her back and raised an eyebrow at Frank. “Frank? You wanna pop the top off for me?” He dragged his gaze away from the tube containing the brightly coloured liquid, meeting her eyes and grinning. “Sure thing.” She waited until he was close enough and about to take the cap off of the tube. “You wanna, give it a little tug? Make sure it’s secure there and that I’m not gonna spill it all over myself?” Naturally, Frank’s brain stopped listening after the first question. He bit his bottom lip but gave the tube a gentle tug - it was pretty securely tucked in between her breasts. He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue before looking up at her and uncapping the tube. “I would much rather be taking your top off, to be honest,” he murmured so only she could hear him. “But this will do for now.” Both of her eyebrows rose as he took a step back. He heard the soft “huh” escape her lips before he got far back enough and this made him smile, just a little. She rolled her shoulders gently, making the tube wiggle against her skin before she tightened her grip on her wrists that were still behind her back. Frank couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she managed to down the shot without using her hands. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, watching her giggle and accept another tube from the student behind the bar, handing over the empty one. He crossed the space between them until he was close enough beside her. “What are you doing?” “Mm, come with me,” she grabbed his hand and led him to a busier part of the bar where they would blend in a bit more, pulling him against the wall with her. He felt her drop his hand before she put the new “tube shot” between her boobs. She unscrewed the cap and arched off of the wall a little. “You want a turn?” She asked. “No hands though.” “Hmm,” Frank moved to stand in front of her, blocking anyone from seeing them, even though they weren’t really being watched anyway. “No hands huh?” Shelly nodded and draped her arms over his shoulders. “No hands.” Frank let his hand rest on her hips before glancing down at the shot tube. “Ah, you even got my favourite flavour.” “Lucky guess,” she curled some of his hair around her fingertips. ”Maybe you should put your hands behind your back for this though.” He raised an eyebrow at her, but did as he was told, holding his arms behind his back like he’d been cuffed and watching her drop her arms to hug herself. This action had an amazing effect on her chest. “Hmn. You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He grinned as she giggled. “Tease.” “What can I say? You’re hot, I’ve had a drink or two, and you’re a flirt. Now, take the shot, pretty boy.” Not one to refuse the request of a lady, Frank leant forward but, instead of going for the shot, he ran his tongue up her neck until he got to her ear. “Must admit,” he said. “The ‘no hands’ thing isn’t any fun.” “Take the shot,” she repeated, turning her head to lick his cheek. “And maybe we’ll relax that rule.” Frank decided that he didn’t need to be told a third time. As soon as he had finished downing the shot, he pocketed the empty plastic tube and his hands grabbed her hips. “Right, what were you saying?” He pulled her right up against him. “About relaxing that rule?” “Hmm,” her arms went back over his shoulders. “Didn’t think you were into girls right now?” “How am I supposed to resist when you’re showing off like that?” “Hey, you challenged me,” she pulled him close by the neckline of his t-shirt. “And I don’t like backing down from a challenge. God damn it Frankie, is there any part of you that isn’t inked?” He smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” “Well, duh, that’s why I asked,” she looked up at him through her eyelashes and nibbled her bottom lip. “You wanna let me find out?” His eyebrows rose. “Didn’t think you were into boys.” “I’m not.” “Last time I checked, Shell, I didn’t have tits.” Shelly laughed and Frank kissed her hard, pressing her up against the wall with his knee between her legs and her fingers in his hair. She tugged at his hair a little and he nipped at her bottom lip before pulling away, feeling smug when a whine rushed out of her throat. “God, you’d make such a fucking hot girl. You’d be all legs and ink and Jesus fucking Christ.” Shelly looked him over before running her hands over his chest, stopping suddenly. “Wait, do you have a nipple piercing?” Frank laughed. “I do.” “I nearly got one of those,” she confessed. “I chickened out and got a tattoo instead.” “You nearly got a nipple piercing?” His eyes widened before his gaze dropped to her chest. “Now why would you want to go and do something like that?” “I’ve heard it can be an… Ah, enhancement,” Shelly grinned at him. “An improvement so to speak.” Frank snorted. “Doubt you need it.” “Mmhm, why mess with perfection?” She rubbed her thumb over the piercing through his shirt, smirking a little when he inhaled sharply. “Although, apparently they do make you more sensitive, so maybe I should go and get some.” He exhaled slowly, one hand staying on her waist, the other tucking some hair behind her ear. “Well. I think, as someone with experience in this situation, you should let me, ah, consult you on the decision. Who knows, you might look better without them.” Shelly raised an eyebrow, an amused smile on her face. “Oh? Really?” “Yes, really.” Frank nodded, his fingers trailing from behind her ear, along her jaw so he could cup her cheek. “I would have to have a look first though.” “A look? To help your expert opinion, I assume?” She glanced at his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “Oh, of course.” “Maybe you can consult me on the best place for my next tattoo while you’re at it,” she still had one hand resting on his chest close to his piercing, the other dropping to his waist to slide her fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. “Hmn, maybe. I’d have to see more of your skin to fully decide.” His arm moved around her waist to pull her closer to and against him. “Well, if you’re going to let me see if there are any parts of you that aren’t inked, then that seems fair,” Shelly nodded. “Seems legit, and all of that. You know, for your expert opinion.” “Exactly, you get it.” Shelly pulled him against her so she could kiss him, harder than he was anticipating actually. Faster too. It felt like his lips had only just met hers before she was nipping at his bottom one and gently pushing him away, leaving him panting. “Speaking of getting it, so could you. Maybe not right here, but most certainly right now. If you want.” “What? Oh. Yes, okay yes,” he almost stumbled over the words. He huffed a little as she removed her hands from him. “Where?” “My dorm is closer, and I don’t have a roommate.” “Lead the way.” It took everything he had not to just pick her up, throw her over his shoulder and run to her dorm. Having to slow down his pace so she could keep up in her heels was torture, and he had a feeling she knew that too because it felt like she was walking a little slower on purpose. When they finally got to her dorm building, he was ready to press her against the wall of the elevator as soon as the doors closed. Unfortunately for him, fortunately for her he guessed, there was someone already in there when they stepped in, and, by the looks of the lit up buttons, their floor was the one after Shelly’s. He practically hounded her into her room and locked the door behind them as soon as he could. She had just enough time to drop her keys and phone on the nearest solid surface before he was holding her face in his hands and kissing her hard. It must’ve taken her by surprise because she didn’t respond for about three or four seconds before grabbing handfuls of his t-shirt to pull him against her. Frank grabbed at her hips and started walking her backwards to her bed, only letting her go when she stumbled and landed on her backside on the mattress. She blinked rapidly for a moment, a little dazed, before looking up at him and biting her bottom lip. “I can almost hear your mind working,” he ran his hand over her hair. “Almost? Try harder then.” Shelly grinned and her hands went for his belt, working on getting it off of him as quickly as she could, or before he could stop her. “Christ,” he muttered as she dropped it on the floor. “Clothes off,” she tugged at the hem of his shirt. “C’mon.” “Not so fast,” he took a step back, just enough to be out of her reach. “Slow down.” She raised an eyebrow. “Why would I want to do that?” “Because,” Frank hooked his thumbs into his belt loops. “You might wanna savour it.” “Oh?” She crossed one leg over the other and leant her chin on her hand. “Savour it? You think you’re that good, huh?” He grinned. “No, not necessarily that good. Maybe just regular good.” Shelly scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure, we’ll see about that. If you ever get on and take your clothes off.” “Watch me.” “What?” “I said, ‘watch me.’” The blonde recrossed her legs and leant her chin back on her hand again, raising an eyebrow when Frank locked eyes with her. He grinned, pulled his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and tapped at it, putting it down as some music track she didn’t recognise started playing. “Oh, come on - don’t tell me that you have a playlist for this - ” Frank put his hands on his hips. “Do you want me to take my clothes off or not?” Shelly held her hands up in surrender before settling comfortably again. “Go on then, impress me.” He tutted, moved forward and kissed her, gently for a little bit. She hummed against his lips and was just getting into it when he stepped away, smiling at the pout on her face, batting her hands away and stepping back out of her reach. “Nuh-uh, show some self restraint.” Shelly made a point of sitting on her hands. It made him laugh and she smiled at that before he rolled his shoulders and got into the rhythm of his music. “What the hell Frank,” she muttered, watching him drag the front of his shirt up, flashing some more of his ink, just to drop it again. “I’m sure there’s a story behind why you have a fucking… Strippers playlist?” “Can’t expect someone to strip for me, if I won’t do it for them,” he noticed the muscles in her forearms twitch by her sides as he nearly took his shirt off for her again - she was dying to touch, probably pull his clothes off herself, he could tell, but she was behaving. For now at least. When the plain t-shirt finally hit the floor, she practically devoured him with her eyes and he flashed her a grin, his hands dropping to play with the fastenings on his jeans. “See something you like?” “I swear to god Frank - ” she put her face in her hands for a moment, taking a deep breath. “Jesus Christ.” “We both know he ain’t gonna help us, here or anywhere.” Shelly laughed before letting herself look at Frank again. “Oh, forgive me father, for I have sinned. Or at least, I’m probably about to, and I cannot find it within myself to care.” Frank snorted. “Stop making me laugh will you?” “Nope, I like it when you laugh,” she smiled softly at him when he stared at her, almost looking confused, maybe just a little bit… Happy? Just for a moment. She grinned and tried to change the mood. “C’mon, you’re not naked yet.” It worked, because soon he was grinning, almost smirking, at her and doing something positively unholy with his hips that made her snap. She found herself on her feet, crossing the room and grabbing at his belt loops to pull him against her, crashing her lips against his. She held him in place via a handful of his hair so he couldn’t get away - not that he’d want to anyway. His hands went to her waist and held on tight as she backed him up against the other bed in the room. “Oh no,” he said, feeling the back of his legs hit the bed frame. “Not a chance missy.” Shelly squeaked against his mouth as he kissed her harder, pushing back against her so she started stepping back, a little unsteady on her feet. She grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself but slipped a little, dragging her nails across his skin and feeling him groan against her tongue. “Oh,” she felt him kiss down her neck as he attempted to wrestle with her clothes. “You like that? Being used as a scratching post?” “Yeah and - god damn it, how do I get this off of you?” “Patience, young grasshopper,” she side-stepped him and moved away to do what he couldn’t. Frank pouted at her but sat on the edge of her bed, watching her effortlessly drop the shirt he’d been struggling to take off of her. “Fucking hell,” he managed after a minute of solid staring. “What is that?” She rolled her eyes. “It’s a bra, Frankie.” “It doesn't look like it fits!” She raised an eyebrow and grinned slightly, watching him look obviously conflicted between staring at her chest and watching her unfasten her jeans. “And what do you mean by that?” Frank just stared, completely unashamedly as she bent at the waist to push her jeans down her legs. Well, if she was going to do that and give him quite possibly the best view then it would be rude not to look, right? “Frankie, my eyes are up here.” He reluctantly tore his eyes away from her cleavage to see her grinning. No, no that was a smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing. He waited for her to step out of her jeans (he would have to remind himself to ask her how she managed that so… Elegantly, later) before letting himself look her over head to toe. “It looks like you’re spilling out of it, that’s all. Like, one wrong move and you’re just going to be completely exposed.” Shelly giggled. “It’s supposed to look like that.” Frank exhaled deeply through his nose. “God bless whoever designed that.” “You’re still wearing jeans,” she pouted, taking a few steps closer. “And I’m not now so that seems a bit unfair.” “I’ll make it fair,” he reached out and managed to graze his fingertips against her skin. “C’mere.” She took another, single step, closer. “Closer,” his voice was almost a growl. “Come and sit in my lap. I want those glorious things in my face.” “Things?” She grinned, giggled and got close enough for him to grab her hips. She knew what she was doing. “What things?” He got a hold of her hips and pulled her into his lap, pleased when she complied, straddling his lap and winding her arms around his neck. He released her hips before sliding his hands up her sides until he was cupping her breasts, his thumbs quickly finding her nipples and rubbing them. He smirked at her soft gasp and that turned into a grin when she arched her back a little, pushing her body into his hands. He forced them together even more before burying his face into the soft skin. Shelly squirmed a bit as she felt his breath and his tongue and let out a soft whine when his teeth grazed her skin. She knocked Frank onto his back and leant over him on all fours, grinning down at his surprised look. He opened his mouth to say something but she shut him up with a short, hard kiss, quickly making her way down his neck, kissing at his skin and nipping at any ‘blank’ spots she could find, lingering when he made any kind of noise. It wasn’t until she ran her tongue over his piercing that he tangled his fingers in her hair and gently tugged at it until he could grab her face and kiss her again. She chuckled against his mouth, shifting so she was next to him instead of on top of him. He didn’t seem to mind too much, once he was sure that she wasn’t going to stop kissing him, he started gently pawing at her breasts, tugging one of the cups down so his fingers could play with her nipple. “Oh,” she breathed. “Oh, god.” Frank moved his mouth to her neck, grinning against her skin. “Hmn, you are sensitive.” “I- oh!” Shelly squeaked and groaned as he gave the nub of flesh a gentle tug. “I thought I told you.” “No,” he grazed his teeth against her skin, feeling her shiver slightly. “I think you just implied it. You weren’t explicit.” She hummed and petted his hair for a moment until he was distracted again. When he was, she went for the fastenings on his jeans, undoing the button and getting her hand down them before quickly withdrawing it in surprise. “Frank!” He blinked up at her. “What?” “No underwear?” She raised an eyebrow at him and watched a grin spread across his face. “Is it a laundry day or are you just that easy?” “Maybe both,” he grabbed her wrist and pressed her palm against the front of his jeans again. “Jesus Christ, look at what you’re doing to me, and you’ve barely touched me.” “It’s my tits, isn’t it?” She grinned and palmed him through his jeans, giggling when he groaned. “Guys, girls, it doesn't matter. It’s always my tits.” “N- no, oh fuck,” he nipped at whatever skin was closest to his mouth. “Not just those, though they are fucking fantastic and I now want them in my face at all times.” Shelly giggled. “No, it’s your mouth too. Fucking - ” the words died on his tongue when he felt her hand back in his jeans. Again. “Christ?” She finished for him, with a giggle. “What about my mouth, hmn?” He swallowed. “Your words, you’re such a tease; and your kisses, you’re so good.” “Well, thank you,” her voice was practically a purr at this point. “I must’ve been doing something right Frankie, you’re so hard.” “Fuck,” he groaned before reluctantly removing her hand from his jeans. “Right, fuck, yes, you. Let’s pay attention to you.” “I, um, you don’t - ” Frank pounced on her, pinning her on her back and making her giggle as he kissed her neck and collarbone area, leaning on one hand while the other dropped between her legs, lightly tracing wavy lines up her thigh. “Oh!” “I don’t, what?” He kissed up her neck to her ear and grinned at her gasp as he grazed his knuckles over her panties. “What was that you were saying?” “Y- you don’t,” she said quietly. “You don’t have to - oooh.” Frank chuckled as she squirmed, the pads of his fingers replacing his knuckles. He nuzzled against her shoulder and hummed. “Is this okay?” She nodded quickly and swallowed. “Y- yeah.” “I don’t have to...” He repeated before tutting. “Bullshit. I most certainly do have to.” “I thought…” Shelly bit her bottom lip, trying to stop herself from squirming even more at his slowly circling fingers. “Oh... I- I thought you wanted my boobs in your face?” “Mm, I would like that very much, but I’m kinda enjoying making you squirm right now,” he shifted his body closer to hers. “And I’m barely even touching you.” Shelly squirmed again before nudging his hand away and moving to kiss him again, using that as a distraction to get him onto his back. She detached her mouth from his and straddled his hips, resting her hands on his chest to steady herself. Frank placed his hands over hers, almost like he was trying to hold her hand before looking up at her. She blinked down at him and cocked her head, almost in question. He just grinned. “View’s pretty good from down here.” She rolled her eyes and pinched his nipple, making him moan. “Oh, you like that too, huh?” “Yeah,” he shifted under her and watched her bite her bottom lip. “Bite me, scratch me, whatever, it’s all a turn on.” “Kinky,” she flashed him a smile before tucking her hair behind her ear and leaning down to press kisses along the centre of his ribcage, gently nipping at the uncoloured skin. Frank hummed appreciatively, which she practically felt all the way down his chest, and he ran his fingers over and through her hair, causing her to look up at him mid-nip. “Pretty girl,” Frank murmured, still petting her hair, noticing her smile a little at the soft and affectionate pet name, before she kissed his skin a little more. He shifted his hips again. “You feel that, pretty girl? You feel what you do to me?” Shelly nodded, kissing her way up to his piercing. “Words, please.” “Mmhm, I feel that.” She ran her tongue over his nipple and laughed against it when his back arched a tiny bit. “I like that.” “Good girl.” “. . . Oh.” The singular word fell out of her mouth. Frank hooked his fingers under her chin to get her to look up at him. Her face was pink and she was nibbling her bottom lip. “Oh? What do you mean?” She went pinker. “I… I like that too.” “Oh, you do, do you?” He watched her nod. “You wanna be my good girl?” Shelly went from pink to red and she tried to avoid his eyes. He let her chin go and watched her sit up straight again, covering her face with her hands. “Shelly?” Frank asked softly, sitting up and placing his hand on her leg. “You okay?” She nodded, exhaled and nodded again. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I'm a little embarrassed.” “Oh,” he hummed, lifted her chin and kissed her gently. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Okay?” Shelly nodded and kissed him back for a little while, feeling his hand cup her cheek as he kissed her back a little more forcefully, almost melting against him. “Better,” he whispered against her lips. “Good girl.” “Oh…” Shelly whispered. “Oh, I really do like that…” Frank grinned at her and shifted to lean back against the headboard. He adjusted his jeans, and spread his legs, patting the mattress between them. Shelly tilted her head as she watched him. “C’mere. Sit. Back to my chest.” The blonde hesitated but then did as she was told, settling between his legs, her back against his chest. As soon as she was settled, he hooked his ankles over hers so he could keep her legs open for him. Shelly squeaked softly as he did this and felt one arm wrap her around her middle, holding her tightly so she couldn't move too much. His other hand settled on her hip, plucking and playing with the fabric of her panties as he kissed her neck and shoulder. Shelly squirmed very slightly, humming happily until the hand on her hip slipped between her legs. His hand lingered at first, giving her time to tell him ‘no’ if she wanted. When she didn’t object, his fingertips zeroed in on where her clit was, rubbing small circles over it through her panties. He smiled against her neck when he heard her intake of breath and then laughed into her skin after she whined. “This okay?” Frank asked her, trying to sound as innocent as possible, while grinning like an absolute fiend. “Oh, oh… Yes,” Shelly panted slightly and wriggled, trying to get him to use more pressure. “Oh, you know that’s good.” Frank kissed her neck gently. “Would you like more?” “Yes! Yes please.” Frank moved his mouth closer to her ear to speak lowly in it. “Take off your panties then.” Shelly felt her face heat up very quickly and she tried to close her legs, but because he had hooked his legs over hers, she couldn’t. “You’re gonna have to let my legs go,” she said, sounding shy. “My panties won’t stretch that wide.” Frank let one of her legs go. “You lift yourself up and I’ll pull them down.” The blonde whimpered softly, but, after a minute, did as she was told. A few minutes later, Frank was dropping her panties on the floor beside the bed. She tried to close her legs again, only to have him force them open using his own. Although this time, he didn’t keep them open as wide as he had previously, just wide enough for him to get his fingers between her thighs to resume his slow circling. Shelly dug her teeth into her bottom lip and tried to swallow her whine, but she failed and felt Frank’s smile against her skin as he pressed kisses to her neck before leaning his chin on her shoulder. “That good?” He whispered, watching her fingers grab at the sheets. “That feel good, pretty girl?” She nodded eagerly and Frank chuckled before dropping his fingers down lower, humming softly as the very tips of his fingers found her entrance. He hesitated as he felt her neck tense against his cheek. “Talk to me,” he whispered. “Is this okay? Do you still want to?” Shelly nodded before managing to speak. “Y- yeah. It’s okay, I want to.” “Okay,” he hummed against her skin. “You’re very wet, your body certainly wants to.” “I do want to, I do.” She turned her head to kiss at whatever she could reach while her hand nudged his, pushing his fingers inside her and making her sigh against his cheek. “Oh.” “Yeah? A good ‘oh’?” He felt her nod as she squirmed, trying to get him to move his fingers faster. “You want more? You want it harder or faster?” “Don’t know,” she whispered. “I just want more. I…” She whined as his thumb rubbed against her clit. “Oh.” Frank grinned, listening to her whimper and pant as he deliberately moved his fingers slowly. He knew that she most certainly wanted more. So he was confused when she whined his name, grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers out of her. He was about to comment, but she majorly distracted him by licking his fingers. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “That’s really hot.” Shelly giggled softly and shifted her position so she was kneeling between his legs, facing him and leaning forward to kiss him. He welcomed her kiss more than willingly, one hand cupping her cheek as the other adjusted himself in his jeans. “You still hard?” She asked, smiling as he nodded. “You still want me?” “Fuck yes, please.” “Can’t do anything to you if you’re still wearing clothes,” she whispered in his ear. Frank shifted from around her, moving off of the bed and getting to his feet, quite possibly in the quickest time imaginable before dropping his jeans and glancing up at the blonde. She was diverting her eyes, but her cheeks were very pink and she was biting her bottom lip, so he guessed that she had been watching him as he finished undressing. He laughed softly, clambered back on the bed and resumed his position, leaning back against the headboard. “I’m all yours, pretty girl. You can look, you can touch, you can do what you want.” Her face went even pinker and bit her bottom lip a bit harder, still avoiding his eyes. “Can you maybe close your eyes for a moment?” “Of course,” he closed his eyes. Shelly gave him a minute before glancing at him to see that he had actually closed his eyes, and she couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you Frankie,” she straddled his legs, closer to his knees than anywhere else. She was highly aware that she wasn’t wearing panties, and now he wasn’t wearing anything. “You’re welcome.” He felt her straddle his legs before leaning forward. He could feel her put her weight on one hand on the mattress near his hip and listened. He thought that he heard a drawer open slowly, then there was the noise of her rummaging around a little before she put something on the nightstand and closed the drawer. “Can I open my eyes yet?” “No,” she shifted and settled over his legs again. He pouted and heard her giggle. There was a click, that he couldn’t place the source of and a few minutes later, he felt her hands sliding over his dick. He groaned and shifted his hips. “What… What…” “A little lube,” she explained softly, squeezing the head between her palms. “I know it feels better with a little of the good stuff. Personal experience.” Frank moaned softly and his hands covered hers, making her hold him tighter. “This is just regular stuff,” she explained softly with a giggle. “Though I have stuff that tingles and that feels really good but I don’t think you could handle that right now.” “Probably shouldn’t do this too much either,” he grunted, as she stroked and rubbed him slowly, teasingly. “Especially not if you want me to fuck you.” “Yes, please,” Shelly whispered, leaning forward to kiss him. He indulged her, kissing her hard with one hand holding her face and the other removing her own, slightly slippery, hands from around his cock. She whined against his lips as he put one of her hands on his shoulders, his lips moving to her neck as he guided her other hand down between her thighs. “Frankie.” “Touch yourself for me, sweetheart.” She was going to protest when she saw him raise an eyebrow at her. “Slowly. Not enough to get off.” She whimpered, but did as she was told, shifting to bury her face in his neck, feeling surprised when he let her. But maybe that was just so he could hold her up, she thought until she felt his hands move around her back to unclasp her bra. He could feel her panting a little against his neck. “I think that’s enough for now,” he took her by the wrist and removed her hand from between her legs, bringing her fingers up to his mouth and sucking them, grinning around them as she groaned. “God damn it,” she mumbled, pulling her fingers out of his mouth with an almost but not quite silent pop, before using the opportunity to finish removing her bra and dropping the garment on the floor. “Mm,” Frank allowed himself to look at her properly, until she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze and automatically went to cover herself. He gently took a hold of her wrists so she couldn’t cover herself and put her arms around his neck. “No, you don’t need to hide.” “Might not need to,” she whispered. “But I want to.” Frank tutted softly, holding her hands so she couldn’t cover herself again. “You’re fucking stunning, like the sweetest, sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen.” She shook her head, giggling softly. “Nuh uh.” “Um, yeah you are. Look at what you’ve done to me.” He let go of one of her hands to tilt her face down to look at his dick. “See? You’ve hardly touched me.” The blonde went pink but she smiled. “Like I said, it’s my tits, isn’t it?” “No,” he still had a gentle grip on her chin. “It’s all of you, not just your body.” Shelly almost melted in his lap as he used his hold on her chin to pull her closer so he could kiss her. She welcomed this more than happily, feeling his fingers move from her chin to the back of her neck as his free hand moved to her hip, holding her gently. Her hands started off just as... Innocently; cupping his cheek and holding his shoulder, but as soon as he licked into her mouth, the hand on his shoulder dropped to rub her thumb over his nipple. He groaned softly against her lips as she lightly toyed with his nipple piercing, and she giggled. The hand on his face slipped around to twist her fingers in his hair as she kissed him harder, his hand letting go of her hip to wrap around her waist to hold her closer. “Fuck,” he grunted as her hand dropped lower from his nipple to his cock; her fingertips barely touching the skin. Shelly giggled, ghosted her fingers over the head and hummed to him. “That nice?” “Yes,” Frank groaned. “Please.” “Please?” She leant forward to lick at his neck, rubbing her thumbpad over the head before moving her hand down to grip his base. “Fuck,” he whined again. “C’mon, please.” “You know you can, I’ve already said so.” She moved her hands to cup his cheeks, kissing the tip of his nose. His eyes slipped closed and he nuzzled her gently. “You sure?” “Mm hm, yes.” Frank pulled her tightly against him and kissed her again, softly this time as he encouraged her out of his lap to sit beside him. She complied, trying to keep his lips on hers, although that was much easier once she was settled next to him and could get her hands in his hair again. “Good girl,” he whispered as he coaxed her onto her back. “This okay?” She nodded and tried to kiss him again, feeling him slot up against her side. “I think you’re in the wrong place though.” He laughed and kissed along her jaw and then down her neck, sliding his hand up her inner thigh. “Mm, maybe.” “Yeah, I mean - oh!” Shelly gasped softly and whined his name as his fingers slipped inside her as his thumb rubbed her clit. This just made Frank smile against her skin. “That feel good?” She groaned in an affirmative. “Frankie, please.” He chuckled and kissed her. It started off gentle, but as soon as he felt her nails against his shoulders as she grabbed at him, he pulled his fingers out of her to wrap his arms around her waist. “Yeah?” He asked softly. “Yeah, please.” “Condoms?” Frank asked, sliding his hand up from her waist to cup her breast and rub his thumb over her nipple. Shelly went pink, arching her back a little to press her body into his palm. “I, um, not in the habit of needing them, but I’m clean, and on the pill.” He frowned, going dumb for a few moments but sliding his other hand up to her other breast. “Not in the habit?” “Don’t - ooh,” Shelly bit her bottom lip for a moment as he gently rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I, oh. Um, I don’t normally sleep with boys, remember?” “Damn, that’s kinda hot,” Frank huffed softly. “Um, I’m clean too, if you trust - ” “I trust you.” Her answer was soft, quick and genuine. He matched her volume and tone. “You still want to?” Shelly nodded. “If you trust my word and if you still want to?” Frank smiled at her and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers, which made her smile, hum and kiss him gently for a moment. He kissed her back, nipped her bottom lip and then licked the tip of her nose, which made her giggle. He grinned widely. “Hell yeah, sure I do.” “I’m all yours then Frankie.” Frank grinned and pounced on her, lightly pinning her to the bed so he could kiss her hard. He kissed her mostly to distract her so he could grope for the bottle she’d left on the bedside table. “What…” Shelly looked around to see what he was doing as she felt him moving a bit weirdly. “Oh. You want me to deal with that?” “You touch me with this again and I might explode,” he shook his head. “Do I need to warm this for you? Or can I just use it straight?” “Straight is fine,” Shelly wriggled underneath him, giggling a little at her own words. Her giggle evolved into a soft groan as Frank slipped his, now lubed up fingers between her legs again. “Oh, god.” “Mm, you can most certainly call me that, pretty girl,” he grinned. “Oh, you do like being called that, don’t you? You clenched around my fingers.” Shelly whined softly in embarrassment before groping for the bottle herself. “Maybe.” “I think your body says otherwise.” The girl huffed softly and wriggled against his fingers, which only encouraged him to tease her more. He grinned as the pitch of her noises increased until she was whining his name. He eased up on his touches and she practically growled at him. Frank laughed quietly and leant up to kiss her, taming her growls down to happy hums. He was pleasantly surprised that her hums continued, even when he started trailing kisses down her neck. “You okay?” Frank asked, pausing and feeling her nod. “Words, please.” “Yeah,” she squirmed underneath him. “Please, just… Please.” “Please? Please what?” He couldn’t quite hear what she said, he just heard a soft grumbling before he felt her hands drop between them, squeezing him again. “This,” she almost purred. “This needs to be inside me, right now. Stop teasing me.” Now it was Frank’s turn to whine, which only got louder when she hooked her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. “Yes, yes, okay okay, hang on,” he shifted his position ever so slightly, still feeling her fingers on him, easing him inside her. “Oh, fuck.” She started giggling when he started shifting but by the time he was inside her and no longer needed her ‘assistance’ those giggles turned into soft groans. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in further which made him grip her hips tighter. “Oh my god, Frank.” “Yeah? That okay?” She nodded, tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him down so she could kiss him. Naturally he obliged because, who was he to say no to what a pretty girl wanted? Especially when that pretty girl was very much naked underneath him. Especially when that pretty girl was naked underneath him and he was inside her. Pretty difficult to say no in that case. She kissed him hard, and kinda hungrily actually, locking her ankles together behind him and ensuring that he couldn’t pull out too far. “Put your weight on me,” she whispered. “It’s okay.” Frank did as she asked, but leant more on his forearms. He must’ve done something right because she moaned and grabbed at his shoulders - he could feel the tips of her nails against his skin. “Oh, you like that? That feel good for you?” “Yes, yes!” “Jesus,” he lowered his head to nip at the skin of her breast, hearing her intake of breath. “It feels really good for me too. God, you feel so good.” “Never thought hearing that would feel good,” Shelly giggled breathlessly. “Sounds so cheesy on paper.” “And what… What would you know about porn on paper?” Frank grabbed at her legs to rearrange their position slightly. “Do me right and I’ll show you.” Well, Frank had never been one to back down from a challenge. ===== “Fucking Christ,” he panted in her ear, burying his face in her neck. “Holy shit.” Shelly giggled softly from above his head. “I’ll assume that you enjoyed that?” “Fuck yeah,” he moved to lean his weight on his elbows, tilting his head as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Hmn, that’s nice.” “Mm, I know.” They stayed quiet for a moment, the only real noise being Frank’s humming as Shelly petted him, and it wasn’t long before something occurred to the ink-stained boy. “Shit,” he looked at her wide-eyed. “You didn’t come.” Shelly blinked rapidly at him. “I, what? I’m fine.” Frank snorted. “Bullshit, not on my watch.” She barely had time to protest before he was pulling out of her and making her whine in disappointment. He kissed her lips, silencing the noise before kissing down her neck quickly so she couldn’t get into it, and, more importantly to him, before she could weave her fingers in his hair again - he knew if she did that, he’d be (willingly) stuck there. So, he kissed down her neck, running his tongue over her nipples and blowing on the wet skin, laughing as she gasped and squirmed. “Not fair Frankie. It tickles, and that’s cold!” “Mm, I know. It does wonderful things to your boobs though.” “Hmph!” “Aw, babe,” he moved to kiss her cheek. “Oh, pretty girl. I like your boobs. Very much.” Shelly pouted but let him kiss her again. “I like all of you, to be honest.” She went pink and covered her warm cheeks with her hands. This kind of just squished her boobs a little bit, and Frank buried his face in them on his way back down her body, which just made her giggle and pet his hair. He hummed at this, resisting the urge to stop and enjoy the affection before pushing her legs apart more and kissing her inner thighs. “Oh!” He chuckled against her skin, hastily kissing higher as he nudged her legs apart just a little more and humming in approval. “You are so pretty.” “I, um…” Shelly blushed quite deeply when she realised that he wasn’t looking at her face. “Thank you?” “And still so wet for me, hm? Although, shame on me for not making you come first.” “It’s okay,” she started to insist. “I still - oh fuck.” Frank hadn’t even waited for her to finish talking before he ducked down and ran his tongue over her clit. The fingers that had been petting his hair twisted in it, which made him groan against her. That just made her whine louder and try to wriggle away from him, but he absolutely refused to let her. “Frank! God, Frankie, what - “ she almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his tongue dip inside her. “Oh my god!” He laughed, unwinding an arm from around her leg so he could rub her clit with his thumb. This just made her tighten the grip she had on his hair and moan his name even louder. “Oh… Frank, you…” She removed her fingers from his hair. “Oh, fuck. You can’t do that, you can’t - ” He lifted his head to look at her to see her covering her face with her hands, although she wasn’t really covering an awful lot. “Can’t do what? And why?” “You can’t…” She went so pink it was almost red and her hands moved to cover her eyes instead of her cheeks. “Go down on me like that. Afterwards.” Frank snorted slightly and went back to rubbing her clit in slow circles, feeling her shake a little as he did so. “And why the hell not?” “Oh! Because - ” She whimpered and grabbed at the sheets. “Because we…” He watched her bite her lip and she swallowed, letting out a few little groans and pants. He decided to take pity on her and stopped circling his thumb so she could talk. “Go on.” “Because you came in me,” she managed to get out in a rush. “You can’t go down on me after you’ve come in me.” “Oh?” His eyebrows rose. “Why?” “Because, oh… Because it’s gross?” “Nope,” Frank snorted again. “Hardly. I don’t know who told you that, but they’re a fucking idiot. I mean, it’s mine and if I want to eat it out of you then I will.” “Oh,” it was a whisper, but he heard it clearly before she spoke a tiny bit louder. “And… Um… Do you want to?” “Fuck yeah,” he looked up at her to see her leaning up on her elbows, looking at him, still really pink in the face. “So, can I?” Shelly went red and bit her bottom lip for a moment as she thought about this. “Are you sure? That you want to, I mean? You’re not just saying that you want to; you actually do?” Frank nodded. “I really, really want to.” She nibbled her bottom lip harder, Frank’s eyes on her the whole time - she felt like he was poised just waiting to pounce on her as soon as she gave him the okay. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It was a little strange to have someone so… Eager for her. To have someone who actually wanted her to have a good time too. He was looking at her so… Earnestly and patiently. When he noticed her watching him, he grinned at her and she sighed. “Oh, god damn it Frank.” He laughed. “Well?” “How am I supposed to say no?” Frank poked her leg and spoke gently. “Don’t say that. If you want to say no, then you can.” Shelly sat up quickly, grabbing at him to pull him up so he was more at her level, so she could kiss him. He reciprocated more than willingly and more than happily. He relished in the fact that she was grabbing at him as she kissed him harder. He wasn’t sure what caused her to act like this, but he wasn’t going to complain (although he would’ve liked to know so he could do it more to get her to react like this again). As he kissed her, he held her close with one arm, his hand holding onto her waist as the other hand dropped between her legs to gently rub at her clit. She whimpered into his mouth as they kissed, and tried to squirm away. However, the arm around her waist wouldn’t let her move. “Frankie,” she whined against his lips. “Frankie, please.” “Please what, pretty girl?” She groaned and buried her face against his neck as she felt his fingers slip inside her. “Oh! Oh, please.” Frank chuckled and curled his fingers a little, making her gasp again - he knew his fingers weren’t quite in the right spot, and that was on purpose. “Use your words.” “Frankie! That’s mean,” Shelly protested quietly, grabbing onto his shoulders as his thumb rubbed her clit just so. He chuckled and decided to take pity on her. While curling his fingers inside her again, just a little closer to where she would want it. “You wanna come, pretty girl?” “Oh fuck, yes, please!” Her nails dug into his shoulders a little more. “Do you have a preference for how you want it?” He said lowly near her ear before pressing a kiss to her neck. Shelly wound her arms around his neck and tried to lift herself away from his constantly moving fingers, which just made him chuckle. “Oh,” she squirmed and grabbed at his shoulders. “Oh! Dealer’s choice!” Frank glanced at her, pressed a kiss to her cheek and nuzzled her face gently. “You sure?” She turned her head to rub the tip of her nose against his, kissing his mouth gently before nodding. “Yeah, I’m sure.” His eyebrows rose as she then grinned. “Oh, alright then. Show me what you’ve got.” Shelly only just had enough time to see the biggest grin appear on his face before he pounced on her, pinning her on her back before kissing hurriedly down her body before she changed her mind. She did tense up a little when he settled between her legs, and he felt that. So he nuzzled and kissed her inner thighs, which made her giggle and, ultimately; it made her relax, which was the goal. Well. One of the goals anyway. ===== “Jesus Christ,” Shelly muttered a few minutes later, both her arms over her eyes. “Just… Christ.” Frank pressed gentle kisses to her inner thighs before untangling himself from between her legs and crawling up to sit up slightly beside her, tugging a blanket from the end of her bed up over them as he went. The blonde hummed in appreciation and removed one arm from over her face so she could pet his hair gently. “Good boy Frankie,” she said, though her voice was quiet; tired. “I am the best boy,” he said with a grin. Shelly could hear the grin in his voice and laughed, removing her arm from over her face and fingers from his hair so she could push herself into more of a sitting position. She leant forward and cupped Frank’s cheek, tilting his face up ever so slightly so she could kiss him. It was a brief, hard but deep kiss that left Frank feeling a little dazed by the contrast between the softness of the way she held his face and the hungry way she kissed him. “Absolutely the best boy,” she murmured, her lips inches away from his. “Ten out of ten, would do again.” Frank laughed but the blush painting his cheeks wasn’t lost on her. “I’m honoured, Shell,” he admitted. “Really I am. Now, about that porn on paper?”

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nalgenewhore · 3 years ago

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blossom's blooming

elide x lorcan, modern au, fluff + flowers, word count: 1582

Up above in the blue sky, the sun was shining and it cast a glorious warmth upon the city. The cool breeze from the Florine River kept the citizens from being baked alive as they strolled home. Elide, who was a devout public transit kind of girl, decided that she would enjoy the early June weather by walking home.

Usually, she’d have her headphones on, playing whichever tune she was obsessing over at that moment, but today she wanted to enjoy the human conversations around her. Elide was walking through Orynth’s vibrant artisan quarter, each shop cuter than the last. She stopped to peruse a few but didn’t end up buying anything until she saw Viola, a darling little florist booth.

She knew the owner, Lyria, quite well and spotted her in the back by the counter, wrapping up someone’s bouquet. “Lia?”

The woman startled, most likely having forgotten that anyone could walk right into her shop. Her shock melted into kind familiarity, “Elide, hello!” She snipped the ribbon she’d tied with a pair of small scissors and made her way through the rows of flora to greet Elide. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” Elide said, looking around at the various flowers and other plants. “How are you, how’s everything?”

They spent a few minutes catching up as they hadn’t seen each for some time. Lyria led Elide to the back so she could continue with her orders and their conversation wouldn’t be interrupted. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Elide tilted her head to the side, eyes on a bundle of delicate harebells. The same flowers were native to the Northern Isles, where Lorcan had grown up. “You know, do you think you could make something small with those harebells?”

Lyria turned to look at the flowers in question and smiled, nodding as she moved to pick the bucket up. “Of course. Are they for Lorcan, then?”

The dark-haired woman nodded, a smitten smile twisting her lips. “Yeah. He likes those flowers.” The harebells had a cup-like quality, their pale blue and purple petals bending down.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

Elide gave Lyria complete licence to arrange which flowers she saw fit and ten minutes later, she’d paid for an elegant bouquet, nothing too big or full. She thanked Lyria and carried them in the crook of her arm for the rest of her walk home.

The apartment was locked when she got home, meaning that Lorcan was either still at work or on his way home. He had this habit of never locking the door behind him and sometimes not even closing it. The first time Elide had arrived home to the door open, she’d thought that something horrible had happened, like Lorcan had surprised a couple robbers who’d then killed him.

She put her work bag down, toed her shoes off, and walked into their kitchen. Elide laid the flowers down on the counter and carefully climbed up onto the surface to reach the vase up above the cabinet. She hopped down, landing delicately.

Elide filled the vase up and mixed in the packet of powder that came with the bouquet before snipping the ties. She put the flowers in and fussed over them for a couple minutes until they were arranged to her liking.

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Lorcan parked in front of their building, as they didn’t have a parking garage, and stepped out with his bag, locking the car behind him.

He slung the strap of his bag over his shoulder as he approached the lobby doors and pressed the button next to his unit number.

A few moments later, his girlfriend’s voice crackled through, “Hello?”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiled, leaning his shoulder against the wall.

“Oh, hey, you.”

Lorcan arched his brow up, “You sound surprised. Expecting someone else, were you?”

Elide laughed, “Like what, a sugar daddy?”

“s’not unheard of, Lee. How else would we afford our extravagant lifestyle?”

“Gods, you’re ridiculous,” she muttered, clicking her tongue. The lobby doors buzzed as they unlocked. “Get up here already, dummy.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Lorcan moved towards the doors and pulled them open, walking towards the mailboxes. Elide often forgot to check theirs, so he’d developed a habit of checking them himself. He unlocked the metal door and pulled out a stack of envelopes, shifting through them as he walked towards the elevator.

Most of them were bills and notices, nothing interesting. Lorcan pressed the elevator button and the doors opened a moment later. He stepped in and glanced around to see if anyone else needed to get on. When he didn’t see anyone, Lorcan pushed the knob for the fifth floor and leaned against the back wall.

The ride was smooth and silent save for the whirrs of the cables and wheels of the elevator. A short time later, the ride stopped and the doors slid open. He walked out, nodding in greeting to one of their neighbours.

Lorcan arrived at their apartment and knocked on the door. The sound of Elide’s footsteps padding down the hall made him smile, one corner of his mouth higher than the other.

The lock clicked as it was turned and then the door was opened, revealing a small woman. She beamed up at him, lifting onto the tips of her toes as she slid her hands up his arms. “Hi.”

He grinned, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her in, and he bent his head to meet her kiss. “Hi.”

Elide pulled away first, her slender eyes bright. “Hi.”

“You said that already,” he told her, unable to stop himself from stealing one last kiss. “Hi.”

She pushed herself out of his hold and tugged him inside, leaning around him to shut the door. “How was your day?”

Lorcan shrugged, putting his bag down. “Nothing special. You?”

“It was good. I walked home ‘cause it was so nice outside.”

They continued to chat about banal things as they moved further into the apartment. Lorcan went to their bedroom to change and picked up her clothes to toss them in the laundry bin alongside his. As he walked out, he twisted his long hair into a mass on the top of his head and secured it with an old elastic.

Elide was at the stove, cooking something. She didn’t notice him until he slipped his arms around her waist, curving his shoulders to rest his chin on her head. “Whatcha making?”

“Pasta,” she said, resting her hand on his forearm. “Sounds good?”

Lorcan nodded, moving to kiss the top of her head. “Mm-hmm.”

“Did you see the table? I got something.”

He stood up straight, turning to look at their dining table. A vase was sitting in the middle, carrying a bundle of pale blue and white flowers. Lorcan stepped away from Elide, assuming that they’d been a gift for her and that there would be a note somewhere near them. He looked around the base of the container, found nothing, and started looking through the flowers.

Still, he didn’t find anything and began to look at them suspiciously, head tilted to the side.

Elide turned away from the stove to watch him, an amused smile tugging across her face.

Lorcan delicately fingered one of the harebells, seeming wary. “Nice flowers.”

“Do you like them?”

He nodded, making a noise in the back of his throat. “Did I forget something? Your birthday’s not for another two weeks, sweetheart.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “No, you didn’t forget anything. I bought them – they’re for you.”

His head snapped up and his eyes widened. “They’re mine? My flowers?”

Elide nodded, propping her hand on her hip. “Yeah, yours.” Slowly, curiously, Lorcan looked at the bouquet again. Incredulous laughter bubbled up from her lips, “What, it’s like you’ve never gotten flowers before!”

He could feel his cheeks heating, for whatever reason. Lorcan flicked his eyes to the side, mumbling as he shifted on his feet, “I’ve never gotten flowers before.”

“Hmm? Will you say that again?” She moved closer.

“I’ve never gotten flowers before,” he repeated, his voice louder. “Nobody ever bought them for me.”

“Wait, really?” Elide asked.

He nodded, slowly lifting his eyes to hers. “Is that bad?”

She shrugged, putting the wooden spoon down on the counter. Elide moved towards him, “I don’t know, I like getting flowers. Everyone should get them, aren’t they nice?” She fit herself against his side, resting her hand against his lower stomach.

Lorcan curled his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “They are. Thank you, sweetheart.” He reached out to touch them again, “You know, we have these flowers at home.”

“I know, that’s why I got them,” she said, leaning the side of her head against him. “Lyria had them.”

“Can we get more?”

Elide laughed gently and nodded, “Of course we can.”

<3<3<3

the cadre

Lorcan: Photo Attachment Lorcan: lee got me flowers. Sent 20:13

Fenrys: WHAT. Fenrys: Nehemia never gets me flowers Fenrys: I want flowers those look cool Sent 20:16

Vaughan: lmao con buys me flowers every week 😎 Vaughan: the gays stay winning 🥶😈💪 Connall “❤” This Message Sent 20:17

Fenrys: shut UP VAUGHAN NO ONE CARES ABOUT UR FLOWERS WE CARE ABOUT LORCANS FLOWERS Sent 20:17

Rowan: Wait guys can get flowers? Rowan: BRB. Have to ask Aelin something. Sent 20:19

Connall: ask her where she got those im bored of my florist Sent 20:21

<3<3<3

@mythicaitt @eyllweambassador @schmlip-scribble @the-regal-warrior @shyvioletcat @alifletcher2012 @tswaney17 @ourbooksuniverse @flora-and-fae @thesirenwashere @queenofxhearts @maastrash @mynewdreamwasyou @cursebreaker29 @empress-ofbloodshed @b00kworm @hizqueen4life @silversprings98 @amren-courtofdreams @jadeaffliction @superspiritfestival @sanakapoor @ireallyshouldsleeprn @thegoddessofyou @claralady @darlinminds @readingismyonlyhobby @gracie-rosee @myshadowsingeraz @firestarsandseneschals @elriel4life @always-in-a-daydream @jlinez @hellasblessed @mariamuses @darklesmylove @adelzd-bookblr @rowaelinismyotp @sassyhobbits @swankii-art-teacher @januarystears

#elorcan #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #isa writes #nalgenewhore

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 4 years ago

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'Ello! Pardon my inactivity but I do have a request for thee, could I have an Albert Wesker x Reader where both he's teaching the reader some new combat moves (even though her job doesn't require doing so) and while they're training she manages to pin him down which results in him "rewarding" her? Apologies for this being long!

Albert Wesker x F!Reader

Warnings: smut

Ever since they started dating Wesker wanted to teach y/n some self-defence techniques, because he wanted to make sure she is safe without him and it was also part of his job. Staying almost everyday after hours, training the mew recruits, RPD became his second home. If he feels he is capable of, he goes to the gym as a method to relive some stress. Not to mention, he realised how much he missed the presence of another human being until his lover came to train with him.

It was late, not an usual hour for training, but Wesker likes the privacy. Since he doesn’t spend much time at his own house, he didn’t made his own gym, so he either goes to RPD or the one from Umbrella.

It became a routine for them. Even if her job doesn’t require combat training she is grateful for this opportunity. Wesker is an incredible fighter and teacher and has a lot of patience with her. Over time they advanced and now they fight to pin each other to the ground.

The size difference was noticeable, but that wasn’t necessary a bad thing. Albert was taller and stronger belittling y/n maybe without intention. He taunted her on purpose just to piss her off so she could lose focus, then putting her on the ground was easy. He didn’t fall with all his weight on her, he didn’t want to crush her. Dirty thoughts crossed Albert’s mind as he saw her underneath him, squirming and groaning to get free form his release. Albert was sitting on top of her, resting his weight on her chest while griping her shoulder, holding one of her arm in place, with one hand and the other was on the ground. Her arm was uncomfortably staying between his shoulder and the arm that was gripping her shirt, the other was on the ground. If she was quicker she could’ve grabbed his leg and stop him from continuing the move. Albert was near her ear and couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease her a little more. He was holding his hands keeping her in a more powerful grip, from which it was impossible to escape.

“You would’ve been robbed 3 times by now.”

“Not everyone is a trained policeman with military experience.”

He let a deep chuckle inside her ear and released his grip.

“We’re going to do this one more time, then we can call it a day.”

“I don’t understand why we need to do this, it’s not like someone will attack an accountant out of the blue.”

“I think i explained you this. I want to you to be prepared for anything, even if there aren’t many crimes going around. You should thank me.”

“For teaching me, or for the low crime rate?”

“Shut up.”

Wesker chraged towards her and this time without any restraint. When his fist was about to hit her face, she lowered herself at his chest level, placed one hand on his lower thigh and the other on his back and lifted his leg up spinning him around, then dropping him on the ground. A very confused Wesker was now laying on the floor, processing what happened. He was sure she will fail this time, but when he came back from his confusion , pride and joy conquered his mind. His girl did it. Y/N saw he was dazed and she kneeled next to him worried he might hit his head too hard.

“Did i throw you too hard?”

“No, i received stronger hits.”

“Are you that impressed then?”

“Yes.”

Y/N left out a small chuckle and gave him a small kiss on his sweaty forehead, putting back in place a few strands of hair.

“He looked so good when he’s like this” she thought while running her fingers through his blond hair, admiring his exhausted form. His cheeks were red, his breath heavy, in other words, he wasn’t the perfect guy anymore. Sometimes his impeccable appearance pissed her off. Everyone has bad days, but not him. Moments like this were a treasure to her.

A small moan left his mouth when y/n grip tightened on his scalp.

“You like pain, don’t you?” Y/N was surprised when she felt his long, thick fingers moving on her inner thigh. Wesker was squeezing her flesh and was going painfully slow up to her clothed core.

“Big boy was pinned down and now he wants attention?”

“I don’t mind”

She moved the hand from his scalp, caressing his soft white skin down to the elastic band of his shorts, playing with the laces while extending his agony. She playfully inserted a finger inside, just as deep as the elastic band was, and kept pulling it. She took a glance over her shoulder and could see his erection growing.

“Do you want some comfort down there, big guy?” She said while teasing the area just above the growing member with her fingertips.

Wesker let out a shaky “please”, the other hand moved alongside to pull the tank top, enough to reveal his hardening nipple. It didn’t take long for her lips to make contact with the skin, while the other hand went deeper to explore his hot member. She grabbed it and began to stroke him gently, her fingers barely touching around his girth, while her tongue drew circles around his nipple. Wesker was struggling to pull off her leggings so he could slide a few fingers inside her. Y/N noticed and helped the poor man. In a few seconds she resumed her actions, this time half naked while Wesker was working fanatically her core. The idea of being caught excited them both, and they didn’t have any intention to speed things up. The room was filled with their dirty moans.

Wesker was making scissor motions with his fingers inside her. She needed to be well prepared to take him whole. Y/N increased the speed as well, going up and down to his ball sack, then up again. His shaft was soaked in his own precum, and his nipple was red and swollen by all the sucking.

“Say, do you want to spice it up, Y/N?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sit on my face.”

She immediately removed her leggings and panties and rested her wet core on his face, feeling his hot breath on her lips. His tongue began to spread her folds and feel the salty liquid that was dripping on his tongue. He raised his hips a little to allow y/n to remove his clothes too, revealing his hard member. The chill air made it throb, but it was soon engulfed by her hungry mouth. Well, how much she could because he was really long and thick. She covered his tip with her tips, then she proceeded to go slowly down his length taking more and more until the tip hit the back of her throat. The she stopped and pulled back, only to go down again, accommodating with the length. Meanwhile, Albert had his big thumb pressed on her clit and his tongue deep buried in her hole, licking around the contracting walls. Precum started to leak down her throat and he began to throb in her mouth. Y/N removed herself and Wesker whined in protest, trying to put pin her down again.

“Haven’t learned your lesson?”

Y/N stand up and turned around so she could sit on his cock. She was well warmed up and near edge, so with a quick thrust Wesker filled her insides. Y/N felt so full that it was unbearable. His shaft constantly hit her spot and tears began to drip down her cheeks from the overstimulation. Wesker was close too, she could feel him throb inside. She threw her head back, her vision went dark for a few seconds and all the tension that was building in her abdomen, stomach, and chest was released as she came hard on his cock. Her contractions helped Wesker reach his release too, he grabbed her flesh so hard that it turned red under his fingers so he could hold her in place. Y/N collapsed on his chest with his shaft still inside her.

“I will beat you up more frequently.”

“Oh dear, you’ll have to try harder from now on.”

“Don’t you like rewarding sex?”

“I like sex in my bed to be honest.”

He had a point. With all the adrenaline and arousal gone, self consciousness made it’s way in their minds. They were in the RPD, late, and anyone could enter the gym. Wesker pulled out, a mixture of their cum and sweat combined dripping down her thighs. He took a towel and cleaned around her core and helped her stand up. After a quick kiss on the lips, they both headed to the locker room. Hopefully, they haven’t met anyone on their way there, nor on their way to the parking lot. It was indeed a quiet city.

#resident evil #albert wesker #smut #fic

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rosaliepostsstuff · 4 years ago

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Gingerbread men | G.W.

A Christmas Special

a/n: I've written this as a continuation of Weasley support system but you don't really need to have read it, it can be treated as a standalone piece. Pure fluff!

Summary: Christmas is coming, your eldest son has invited his crush over and all of you enjoy the Christmas Eve together.

word count: 1385

Taglist general: @izzyyy-1 George: @hufflepuff5972 Weasley twins: @pandaxnienke

“Just no teasing today, okay?” you said to your husband, standing in front of your open wardrobe and talking to him through the open bathroom door. “What?” he mumbled, his mouth filled with toothpaste foam. “I asked you not to tease our son in front of Dylan today, love,” you said softly, pulling a jumper you had picked out off a rack. George spat into the sink, “What do you mean ‘tease’?” he asked, puzzled, turning the tap on.

You put on your jumper and grabbed a hair elastic, then walked over to your master bathroom. You stood next to him in front of the great mirror and began to tie your hair up. “I mean that Dylan’s coming here as his friend and I want no interfering with Luke’s love life,” you looked into his eyes in the reflection, as he patted his face with a towel, to make sure the message’s coming through, “you know how it is with crushes at that age…” “Yeah, I know, I had one…” He walked over behind you to place his hands on your hips and plant a kiss to the back of your now exposed neck, “smart, pretty, always drove me wild” he smiled at you cheekily through the mirror.

You tsk-ed and turned around to face him, trying to fight a grin off of your face. “I’m serious, love. The tiniest embarrassments seem like the end of the world. He has enough on his plate, so no jokes, no suggestions, no funny looks – nothing that would put him on the spot,” you finished, putting up a finger in front of his face.

George studied your eyes for a second, “you have very little faith in me, darling,” he placed a gentle peck on the tip of your finger, “but alright. I promise.”

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“Wow,” Dylan marvelled, after stepping into the main room and looking around the space, “This is brilliant, Mrs Weasley…”

They finally arrived after George and Luke set out together to pick him up and you’ve been waiting at home, occupying yourself with preparations.

You did take your Christmas decorating seriously. It wasn’t anything too over-the-top but the whole space was decorated with gentle garlands and some small decorations, illuminated by soft fairy lights. The main piece – Christmas tree, standing proudly by the window on the other side of the room.

You smiled widely, walking up to the boy.

“First of all, you can call me Y/N, I think you know me well enough. Secondly, it’s a group effort.” You said, meaning, of course, your whole family but giving very smug-looking George a look. “Welcome back, it’s been so long! But we’re so happy to have you,” you spread your arms wide to hug the boy.

“Shall I put the kettle on?” you asked excitedly and your son rolled his eyes in the back of the room.

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“Oohh my goodness, why does it already smell so good…” groaned Ruby, leaning over the gingerbread dough as Vivian gave it a good poke.

You pulled the cookie cutters out of a drawer as Luke, Dylan and the twins took the stools by the kitchen island and then you poured them all out in front of the teens. You made yourself busy with rolling the dough as they each picked out their favourite shapes.

“George..?” you called out, not knowing where your husband was. You had talked to him ten minutes earlier and he knew you were about to start with the cookies, yet still, he hasn’t come to the kitchen.

No answer.

After a few more seconds of silence, you called out a bit louder, “George, darling..?”, getting ready to drop everything to look around the house for him.

“Coming, coming..!”, you heard from a corridor, then George appeared with a smile on his face and the sleeves of his festive jumper pulled up. You watched with your eyes a bit narrowed as he washed his hands.

“Where were you?” you asked curiously.

He pulled the rolling pin out of your hand and pushed you lightly with his hips to move you aside, “Talking to Jake,” he answered nonchalantly, resuming the work you had started.

When you were done, and the cookies were sitting in the oven, he got around to placing all the gift boxes under the tree for the next morning. And instead of using the levitation or the locomotion charm he dramatically carried them by hand. Grunting and huffing, he glanced in your direction to make sure you saw him place an exceptionally huge package you haven’t seen before.

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Later that day, after dinner, the whole house gathered around to decorate the cookies you had made earlier.

“Jacob..!” Vivian groaned as he grabbed a cookie off the tray and took a bite. “What? Stop being so tight and take a bite too…” he replied with his mouth full and on cue, Ruby appeared over his shoulder and swiped the rest off the cookie, which quickly disappeared inside her mouth as she high-fived her sister. “Daad!” Jake pleaded.

George looked between the three and sighed, trying not to laugh.

“See, dad knows I’m right, gobhead” Vivian teased before you came back with the rest of stuff needed for decorating. “All of you.” You said sternly setting things down on the island and sitting down.

The decorating passed alternately on playful banter in the warm atmosphere and in comfortable silence as everyone was working away, focusing on their tiny masterpieces.

Luke and Dylan spent especially long decorating a gingerbread man each, made to resemble the other, to exchange them later.

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“Ahh..” you relaxed, sitting down on the sofa next to George with a mug of hot chocolate in hand.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and brought his other hand with his own mug close to yours. “Merry Christmas, my love,” he said with a relaxed smile on his face and you clinked delicately, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” you replied, then you melted into his side. The both of you were sipping your hot drinks contently, half-listening to the kids hanging out a bit further away.

“I really like Christmas,” George started in a low voice, only for you to hear. You hummed in agreement. “It all goes by so fast but in moments like these you can just sit back and look at all this,” he nodded his head, referring to your family. You turned your head, still resting on his shoulder, to look up at him. “I mean, we made most of these, remember?” he joked, pointing his head at the teens in front of you. You chuckled, “Eh, more or less…” you teased and he laughed at you. “I’ll let this one slide because you have a hot drink in hand.” “How gracious indeed. I knew I married right,” you brought your hand up to the side of his face and kissed his cheek.

You admired your little family for a moment. They were all growing up so fast. Jacob was your little baby just a moment ago, now he was bound to hit puberty any moment. Your beautiful girls, both apples of George’s eyes, growing to be strong, fierce women. They were almost the age you were when you first started dating George. Lucas and Dylan were almost adults now and you tried not to think about him moving out anytime soon. But you couldn’t help the warmth spreading in your heart when you glanced at their hands, fingers intertwined.

“But really,” you said after a moment, “when we were still dating, you were fresh out of Hogwarts and we were starting to get serious…” Your voice was soft and quiet as you went back to that time in your mind, getting a bit nostalgic. “I knew you’d be the one, and we started talking about future a bit more… I imagined the kind of life I wanted with you…” You looked back up at him to see him already looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes. “And it turned out exactly how I imagined it. Everything I dreamed of.”

George leaned down to softly press his lips onto yours and just like every other time, you felt as if you fell in love all over again.

“Yeah, I’d say we played it out alright.”

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #hp imagine #george weasley fanfiction

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years ago

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Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby.

Day 4: Pink To Make The Boys Wink

Warnings: Bad Language words, SMUT (NSFW, 18+)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: So this my second instalment for the Ransom advent collaboration between myself and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @jennmurawski13.

We hope you enjoy!

Series Masterlist.

The bedroom was full of sinful moans and groans, and the debauched sound of skin slapping on skin as Ransom’s hands curled around your hips, pulling you down onto him, thrusting upwards to meet you.

“That’s it, Princess.” he panted, your head falling back in a groan as a deliciously hard thrust hit you right on your spot. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“So good, fuck, don’t stop!” you begged and he suddenly sat up, drawing a gasp and a strangled cry from your mouth as his hands curled round your back, holding you to him as much as he could, his legs bent, feet planted firmly on the mattress. One hand slid up your spine and gripped the back of your neck, pulling you down for a filthy kiss as his hips continued pistoning up into you. You felt the heat beginning to rise in the low pit of your belly, the familiar sensation spreading between your legs and you moaned into his mouth.

“Ransom, I’m gonna…” your hands scrabbled at his back, nails digging into his smooth, taught skin as you groaned again, the coil in your abdomen reaching snapping point.

“Yeah, baby, come on my cock.” He growled, his teeth nipping at your ear. “Fuck you feel so good!”

With a final loud cry, you tipped your head back as you came, hard, Ransom’s hands gripping once more on your hips as he pulled you down harder, picking up the pace racing to his end. His hips jerked, his legs twitched and his head dropped forward to your shoulder, biting down gently as he let out a groan before he stilled completely, his chest heaving. Your hands danced up his back, sliding into his hair before he pulled away and placed a soft kiss to your mouth.

“Quick enough for you?” he smirked and you scoffed, slapping his shoulder slightly as he fell backwards, tugging you with him, pivoting so you were led on your side, his cock softening inside you.

“You’re such a dick.” You said as he kissed the top of your nose.

“You love my dick.” He shrugged and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, and my love of your dick is what got us into this.” You said, your hand taking his and pressing it to your bump. His eyes lit up, the way the always did when he felt your baby moving within your swollen belly. You knew it stoked his ego, knowing that he’d knocked you up, marked you from the inside as his, the evidence that you belong to him in every single damned way right there for everyone to see.

“Well I would say I’m sorry but that would be a total lie.” He shrugged, and with a shift of his hips he pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, his hands reaching up and locking behind his head. “What time are you meeting your mom?”

“An hour.” You glanced at your phone and turned back to face him, “I should shower and stick the laundry on before I go.”

“I’ll do it, the laundry that is.” He offered, “Although I could also shower if you wanted “he added, with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

“You think you can manage it this time, without shrinking anything?” You teased, your hand resting on your bump.

“Yup.” He popped the P “Especially now you stuck the instructions to the front of the machine.”

“Always better to play it safe. Besides, you shrink another of your sweaters I’m gonna have nothing to wear.”

“I shrank one. And maybe you could try wearing your own clothes.”

“The Spawn of Satan prefers yours.” You shrugged, rubbing your bump again before you heaved yourself out of bed and padded into the en-suite. You paused and turned to face him, your naked body on full show and his eyes darkened a little as you bit your lip “Thought you wanted to shower.”

In a flash he was out of bed and stalking towards you, causing you to giggle as he kicked the bathroom door shut behind him.

*****

Whites, brights, darks…

Ransom nodded to the three piles on the floor in the laundry room and shoved the whites into the machine first, dutifully following the instructions taped to the machine. Once it was on, he headed back into the kitchen deciding that he deserved a break. Fucking his wife all the way to heaven within ten minutes flat, not to mention the after party in the shower, plus then sorting washing, loading the machine and turning it on was tiring work after all.

He made himself a coffee before he headed back into the lounge and settled down with the laptop, checking the latest Newsletter from the Country Club before he ran down the training schedule for the Polo Team that month, checking when his time slots where, not that it really mattered. If he didn’t particularly like a slot he’d been given he’d just kick off until they swapped it for one he did like. Perks of being the star of the team, you got your own way…

He smirked a little as he could hear Y/N’s voice echoing in his head “Story of your life, you’re such a fuckin’ brat.”

Like he gave a shit.

His phone went off, signalling he had a text and he rolled his eyes as he saw it was from his mother, asking if she could expect him and Y/N for dinner that Sunday. Typing out a single word response- “no,”- he dropped the phone back onto the coffee table as he continued his reading, the TV fixed on some trashy talk show in the background.

He was surprised when the beeping of the machine telling him the cycle had finished hit his ears, and as he glanced at the clock he arched an eyebrow. He’d been that immersed in researching up on the youngest age kids seemed to be able to play polo, and where he could find a decent kids team, that he’d managed to actually while away almost two hours. He placed the laptop down on the couch and headed through to the laundry room, grabbing the basket from the side. Bending down, he pulled open the machined door and began to unload the items into the basket.

It wasn’t until he pulled out Y/N’s white Armani maternity dungarees that he realised something had gone horribly wrong.

“What the…” he straightened up, holding the expensive denim item up in front of him, squinting as he did so.

It looked pink!

Deciding it was the light in the room he walked into the kitchen and cursed loudly as they looked even pinker in the brighter room. He stalked back into the laundry room and began to remove the rest of the washing, and to his dismay it was all the same. His riding britches, 2 of her blouses, a few bras, panties, boxers, 2 of his dress shits, his thermal ribbed undershirt, several t-shirts, a polo shirt…

All. Fucking. Pink.

And more to the point, it had all definitely been white when he’d put it in.

Growling in frustration he tipped the washing out onto the floor and there it was, the culprit. One of Y/N’s thongs, a bright red one, poking out of the pocket of his white-now-pink corduroy trousers that he’d worn to the Fall Gala at the Country Club.

Fuck, he had totally forgotten they were in there after he’d kept them when he’d fucked Y/N in the cloak room. Unable to wait until he got her home as the sight of her in that little black dress, baby bump on show had driven him wild, he’d dragged her off for a dirty little rendezvous, and had ended up snapping the elastic around the waistband meaning they were totally useless. She’d been pissed when she realised and had to spend the rest of the night with nothing on…of course, at the time it had been a great source of amusement to him.

Now, well not so much.

He contemplated googling how to fix this, before he decided that he simply couldn’t be fucking bothered. It would likely involve some complicated soaking routine and frankly he had better things to be doing with his time.

Like researching…important…stuff. Man stuff. Man stuff for him and his baby boy.

Nonchalantly, he tossed the ruined items into the basket and set it on top of the machine with a shrug. He’d buy her some new stuff. And if she went ballistic at him over it all, then he’d just have to remind her that it was her fault her thong was in his pocket in the first place, the dirty little minx.

#real life tasks with ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #chris evans #chris evans characters

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destiniesfic · 4 years ago

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For the smut dialogue prompts: Darklina, 30 & 99 🖤

Note: Thanks for the prompt! I set this in one of the modern AUs that lives rent-free in my head, which is why the characterizations here differ from, say, OOT. It is definitely more explicit than my norm, so 🔞, thank you very much. Roughly 1800 words, with dirty talk, some mild comeplay, and edging under the cut.

(list of smut dialogue prompts)

Aleksander always woke up first. That’s how it had always been, even since the early days of their relationship, when they didn’t have a label for what they were. She would wake to find him looking at her, and laugh out of nervousness, and tease, because it long had been a habit of hers to hide her nerves with barbs.

“Do you like me?” she remembered saying. “Gross.”

And he smiled. The lines at the corners of his eyes had been fainter then, but they were there. She already liked tracing them in her mind, mapping them for the inevitable sketches she’d make of his face in the little notebook she kept in her bag.

“I’m starting to,” he murmured, in that voice, with that accent, and she was gone on him.

Later, once they’d moved into the condo together and settled into the rhythm of a life, she was not surprised that he was often up and out of bed before she was. It meant that they had fewer morning trysts, unless he finished his workout early, but it was also weirdly comfortable. She didn’t worry when she woke up and he was already in another room. She knew he would always come find her.

And that meant she could take her own sweet time getting out of bed on the days she didn’t have work. She could pull on one of his old shirts and saunter into the kitchen with it skimming her thighs, and she could raid his—their—fridge for ingredients to make herself a smoothie. (Almond milk was almost as good as dairy milk if it was vanilla and you put a lot of stuff in it, and he was right, her skin had gotten much better since she started swapping it in.)

Aleksander was already in his home office with the frosted glass door closed. She could see his silhouette pacing back and forth in front of it, and hear the low tones of his voice as he spoke emphatically to someone on the phone. She couldn’t make out what he was saying but found herself mesmerized anyway. Even in silhouette form, he was something. Broad shoulders, lean waist, power in his every step.

Alina didn’t realize she was staring until the talking stopped and the door slid back. There was Aleksander, still in his workout clothes, hanging up his cellphone. His shirt, damp with sweat, clung to his torso and she could almost make out the contours of his abs.

“Making breakfast?” he asked, wiping his face on the towel that hung around his neck, and Alina realized she was so distracted she hadn’t even put anything in the Nutribullet.

“You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in,” she said, an easy smile curling the corners of her lips.

“Cheeky,” he said, crossing through the living room to her side of the kitchen island so he could give her a kiss. Alina stood on her toes to receive it. She knew, somewhere in her logical brain, that she should maybe be turned off because he was still sweaty, but the weird fact was that she was kind of crazy about the way he smelled. Supposedly that was a good thing, meant that they were physically compatible. All Alina knew for sure that she wanted to press her face in his neck and inhale until she had her fill.

“I’m serious,” she murmurs against his lips.

She felt his smirk. “Well, you do need to eat regardless. Compliments won’t hit your macros.”

“I can think of a way to get more protein.”

“Alina.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. It was getting long again, a couple of inches past her shoulders—grown out from when she’d cut it for her film debut, nearly two years ago now.

“What?”

His grey eyes sparkled. “That was very bad.”

“You like when I’m a little bad,” she teased. She ran her hands down his shirt, and then followed their path, sinking down to her knees. The kitchen floor was cold, but not unbearably so, and she was distracted anyway, running her fingers around the elastic waistband of his athletic shorts. He was already responding. Just the sight of her on her knees seemed to get him hard.

“I do,” he said, placing a hand on the back of her head. “But I like it better when you’re very good. Can you be good for me now?”

“I’ll think about it,” she said, pulling down his shorts and drawing his cock out of his briefs. And then there was no more talking. She knew it was time to get to work.

To think when she started she had no idea what she was doing. She thought she had to fit the whole of him in her mouth, which was just not a realistic possibility most of the time, and usually made her choke. Now she knew better. Now she knew she could wrap her hand around the base of him, use her other hand to touch while she started just with licks, with brief teases, before wrapping her lips around him for real. (And no teeth, ever.)

He groaned when she really got going, a sound that zinged straight to the core of her. She remembered that back in the day, when she knew so little, some girls, older girls, framed this as a chore. To her it wasn’t, not for the privilege of licking the salt from his skin in the early morning, to glance up at him and see him watching her with those glowing grey eyes. Alina still didn’t know what it was that made him notice her, made him like her, made him want her—talent, sure, but talent wasn’t hard to come by in this town, and he had to be used to seeing it. Maybe she never would never know.

Aleksander pushed on the back of her head a little, and she picked up the pace. He was efficient. He liked things hard, fast, and on his terms. She knew when he was close before he said anything, and she could swallow, but today he tugged her hair and pulled her off of him and growled “Shirt. Off,” and so she pulled his t-shirt over her head and knelt patiently on the floor while he finished himself with his hand. The result was—well, it was splatter on her mouth and chest, which was okay, because it wasn’t her eyes or her hair and she hadn’t showered yet today. Besides, there was something very bad about it, very forbidden, and Alina was still so horny herself that any residual grossness hadn’t really sunk in.

“Aleksander,” she said. “My turn.”

He reached down and took her chin in his hand, brushing a thumb over her lower lip and smearing some of the residue in the process. She shivered. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He asked.

“Aleksander.”

“You know what to say.”

She took a breath, sighed it out, and gave him a roll of her eyes for good measure. “Please?”

And then he was lifting her up like she weighed nothing at all and placing her on the marble countertop. He pressed her onto her back and got his hands on her thighs, pulling up her underwear. “Already soaked,” he remarked, his voice dark with lust, and she shivered. “Does sucking my cock make you wet, Alina?”

“Oh, fuck, Aleksander. Please.” She really meant it this time.

Despite her pleading, which usually drove him to decisive action, Alina quickly realized that he was taking his sweet, sweet time with her. He slipped one finger inside of her, curling it, rubbing back and forth in a way that drove her absolutely crazy and added a second at his own pace. When he finally tugged her underwear off so his head could come to rest between her thighs she moaned so loudly she was sure their downstairs neighbors would hear even though the condo was completely soundproof.

But just as she was inching toward climax, he pulled back, kissing her thigh instead and withdrawing his fingers entirely. She whimpered, and after he decided she had enough time to cool off, he began teasing her again, stopping just before she hit her peak. If her mind wasn’t completely numb with wanting she’d ask him if he had time for this, if it wouldn’t get in the way of work, but if he was taking this time he probably had it to burn. It was so unfair that she was the one set aflame.

“What are you doing!” she finally asked, out of desire, out of despair.

“Yes, haven’t you been good?” he asked, sliding his fingers back inside of her. “Isn’t it fitting you should get a reward?”

“Let me—”

“Don’t you want to come around my cock, Alina?”

Oh, was that what he was waiting for? Hopefully it wouldn’t take too long for him to get hard again, with her spread and bare before him. Still, she squirmed. “I want to come.”

“Be patient.” His other hand was no longer on her thigh, or hip, and although she couldn’t see it she could see his arm moving, and she knew he was touching himself. Not too much longer.

She writhed, feverishly hot against the cold marble. “Aleksander, please.”

That did it, it seemed. He took his fingers from her and his hand from himself and gripped her hips to pull her onto him. He groaned, but she practically howled from the relief, and all it took was another push of his hips to push her over the edge of release, the heat in her core spilling into the rest of her body.

He kept fucking her while she was seeing stars, hard and fast—he liked it that way. She was uninhibited, moaning, her nails scratching at the granite. His eyes were on her face, on her breasts, still glistening with his semen. She felt almost like she never stopped coming, like she was suspended in perpetual climax, until somehow she tipped over another cliff and clenched around him and it was just shaking, shaking all over. That did it for him, too, and a moment later he slumped over on top of her, one of his hands closing over her breast, breathing hard.

“Oh, god,” Alina panted. “Oh god, I hate you.” She slung her arm over his shoulders. “I love you.”

She didn’t know if he would say it back. Sometimes he did, and sometimes he didn’t. But this time he straightened himself and slid his hand up to her neck, caressing the hollow of her throat. Alina let her eyes fall closed.

“I’m thinking of getting you something,” was what Aleksander said.

#darklina #alarkling #aleksander morozova #alina starkov #the darkling #mine: fic #nightbringer #ask #intern au

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lustbile-archive · 4 years ago

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“Did it hurt?”

“A grown adult woman shoved a needle completely through my flesh,” the blank face you wear matches your monotonous tone, but there’s no way for him to miss the teasing glint in your eyes.

“Oh,” Ten shakes his head at your words, his hand hesitates as it reaches to pet at the swell of your chest, his eyes glossy and dazed, “So like obviously yes.”

“Hm, no,” a teasing grin breaks your face, “actually wasn’t that bad,” you hum, shrugging.

His head snaps up, his eyebrows knitting together, “I hate you,” there’s no thought behind his words but there’s no bite to his tone in the slightest.

“You have multiple piercings in your ears!” you laugh at his blunt response, entertained but not at all surprised, “It’s the same thing, why do you bother asking?”

“It’s absolutely not the same thing dude, it’s your nipple,” his tone pitches and he speaks faster, a weird enunciation on the word nipple, not at all matching the gentle way he pets at your skin. You stiffen when the tips of his fingers finally reach to brush against the ball of the jewelry.

“Don’t dude me,” you argue back while wrapping your fingers around his wrist, slowly pushing his fingers closer to the sensitive skin, hoping he won’t notice in his dramatics, “you’re my boyfriend and also playing with said nipple.”

“Oh fuck,” his wrist jerks in your hand to pull away, but you tighten your grip to stop him from pulling too far, “I didn’t notice, sorry.”

“It’s fine. You weren’t doing enough for it to hurt. They haven’t really hurt in a while now that I think about it. I guess it’s good to know that you like them.”

His eyes gloss over again once his gaze falls back onto your chest, the boyish look of fascination of his face entertaining to watch from where you sit, leaning back against your headboard.

“I do,” his tone falls hushed, a little too dreamy for the current situation, “I like them a lot,” his eyes finally lock back with yours, a devious yet loving look dancing in his eyes, “They’re so pretty baby.”

“Heeey,” you draw out, your hand knocking against his forehead when he leans to mouth at the skin protecting your sternum, “Stop.”

“Stop why?’’ he whines crawling closer to wrap his arms around you and pressing his face into your neck, his lips and tongue returning to your skin, “you gave me a new toy, let me play with it.”

If you were asked, you would say the way you roll your eyes was in irritation, and definitely not due to the way his mouth pressed tightly against your pulse, “you know I’m not the best with timing,” he stiffens against you and hums in confusion, “I don’t know if I really gauged the healing time right. I don’t want you to put your mouth or hands all over them and get them infected or something.”

“Ah,’’ he nods, making no attempt at pulling away from your neck, “I understand,” his fingers reach to brush against your skin again, his greedy fingers itching to play with the glittering metal, “I understand, but I’m still upset.”

“Shut up,” you kick at his thighs, before tangling the limbs together and reaching to push your fingers into his hair, “I think they’ll be fine, but I want to be sure. I’m going to see my piercer in a few days to change the jewelry and I’ll see what she has to say.”

“Okay!” his shuffles around and pulls you down to lay flat on the bed, as he presses his body even tighter against you, “I can wait. I think,” he huffs loudly and digs his fingers into the skin of your ribs, “god I want to play with your nipples.”

“Ten,” you say jokingly disappointed.

“Sorry.”

There’s another beat of silence, the room so quiet you can almost hear the gears turning in his brain.

“Why did you wait to tell me?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” you laugh at the way his cheek squished against your chest when he looked up at you, “but like I said, I wasn’t the best at timing.”

“Hmm,” he falls back into thinking, his breath puffing against your neck, “That’s why you wouldn’t take your top off when we were facetiming.”

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You let the dead weight of your body fall onto your bed, making the blankets puff up around you and Ten look up from the book in his hands unamused. Your eyes slide shut, and a grin pulls at your lips as playful irritation radiates from him.

“You’re lucky my piercer and I are good friends,” your hand grasps around, until it hits his calf. Your finger wraps around his leg tightly as you use it to pull yourself further up the bed, your face lovingly nuzzling into the fabric of his sweatpants that cover the bend of his knee.

“Why is that?” he asks with a poor attempt to suppress his building excitement at the mention of a piercer.

“Cause if not, it would have been really weird to ask if it was okay to let my boyfriend put his gross mouth on my nipples.”

You barely have time to register the flash of movement that comes from him sitting up on his knees to dart across the bed. His hands grab the first parts of your body they hit, making you squeal when his fingers dig into your skin to pull you to the center of the bed. He throws a leg over you, straddling your hips, and his hands press into the mattress by your head.

“I can put my mouth on them,” it is in no form a question, his eyes determined and wild, the intensity impossible to miss as they bore into yours with your foreheads pressing tightly together.

“I didn’t say that yet,”

“Shut up,” his hand dips to press at the skin above your waistband that had been left exposed by your movements, “you wouldn’t have missed the chance about making some weird comment about your nips being off limits until further notice if she had said no.”

“Hmm,” you shamelessly nod at his accusation, “you’re right but Ten?” he hums against you when he bends further to press his mouth against the shell of your ear, “Can I voice a weird request?”

“Hmm baby,” there’s an evilness to his voice and an eagerness to his fingers that makes you shiver, “you’re letting me play with your pretty new piercings, you can ask anything.”

“Can you,” you hesitate, partially from embarrassment, partially from the way his breath hits your ear, “can you maybe brush your teeth first.”

A confused, high pitched noise breaks the atmosphere even further than it already was from your less than sexy question.

“Listen I know it sounds weird bu-”

“No you’re paranoid I get it,” he sits up, pulling away from you to get up and leave for the bathroom, “whatever gets my mouth on you faster,” he mutters to himself, the serious tone making you laugh.

The room feels colder with him gone, the muffled sound of the bathroom sink being turned on and off the only indication that Ten is still there. Your anticipation grows as you lay there squirming on the bed, your fingers picking at a thread that is lifted from your shirt. Even though him brushing his teeth was in your best interest, the delay was making you impatient.

With a huff you sit up, grabbing the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head. You throw it on the floor, and quickly follow it with your shorts. You sit back on your hands, breath slightly quicker from the rapid way you undressed, and there’s only a beat of silence before impatience eats at you again.

You cringe at the sound of ten spitting, your shoulders dart higher towards your ears, every sound amplified by your boredom. You tilt your head, letting it roll over your shoulders until you’re looking down, the way your nipples and the bars set into them press against the thin fabric of your bralette. Other than cleaning, you had yet to apply any pressure onto the sensitive skin, but especially anything sexual, as you felt the best way to experience the new feeling for the first time would be from the hands of your boyfriend, but you can’t help the curiosity that builds and feeds off of your impatience.

You had just reached to gently circle the area when you heard a quiet gasp from the doorway, your hand not moving an inch from where it was petting at your skin.

“Oh okay,” he tears his eyes away from you to look down at himself, a quiet ‘fuck’ not going unheard. He spares another glance at you before he begins pulling at his own clothes. He walks closer as he tugs on the elastic of his sweats, slightly tripping before they join your clothes in a heap on the floor. He climbs onto the bed, pushing you to lie down, and pressing his body against your side, your bare skin tingling against his.

His fingers dig into your jaw, turning your face towards him, “hello,” he whispers before pressing a kiss onto your chin making you smile, “you gonna let me touch you now?”

You twitch at his teasing tone, rolling your eyes, “now that your gross mouth is clean, yes.”

“The only one with a dirty mouth is you,” he doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he leans over and presses his mouth against your, his tongue quickly dipping into your mouth. He groans into your mouth as his fingers move to tug at your hair at the scalp, making you mimic his sounds.

After a moment of deep pulls against your mouth, he tugs hard, titling your head back and pulling you away from his lips, the whine you let out making him grin as he moves to bite at your jaw. There is nothing gentle about his teeth as they dig into your skin, his hand slowly moving from your hair to hold the side of your neck, his thumb pressing harshly into your jugular.

His mouth moves quickly down, licking and sucking at your neck, his finger in sync and falling at the same pace. The feeling of his heated mouth hitting your collar bone makes you gasp, and your legs fall apart. Your hand reaches down to grab his wrist when the tips of his fingers dance across your ribcage tickling you.

“Ten,” your voice is hollow and hushed when you find the strength to speak, his deep hum rattling your bones in response, “Please.”

“I’ve been patient for so long, you can be patient for a few minutes,” his scolding contrasts the way he begins to pet at your lower stomach, his fingers dipping under the elastic of your underwear as he creates patterns on your skin. His teeth grab harshly at the strap of your bralette as he pulls down, slowly exposing your chest to the air in the room. You feel your nipples pebble at the new sensation and your anticipation.

Ten lifts away at your skin to look down at the newly exposed skin, a boyish grin on his face as he looks at the new decorations, “they’re so cute.”

“Hm do you think so.”

“Yeah,” he dips down to nudge the peak with the tip of his nose making you grin, before looking up at you again, “you didn’t tell me you were getting heart shaped jewelry. They’re absolutely adorable.”

“I wanted them to be special,” you shrug, smiling when his eyes follow the way your chest moves.

“Very special,” he sounds like he’s entered his dream land as he speaks, his tone hushed and warm. His eyes hold just as much warmth when they lock with yours once again, his eyes burrowing into your soul where his tongue rolls out to drag against the skin. You keen at the wetness of his saliva dripping against your skin, the flat of his tongue covering enough surface area to make it feel like your mind is getting foggy.

You swear into the dampened air when he pulls the bud into the cavern of his mouth, slowly sucking and pulling at the nerves. A gentle nipping of his teeth causing arousal to shoot into your core and a small amount of paranoia run up your spine.

“Careful with the teeth,” you pant as your hips roll up towards his hand.

He hesitantly pulls away, but not straying far, “I take care of you, don’t worry. I’d never hurt you unless you asked for it.”

A smart response dies in the back of your throat when his mouth makes a quick return to your skin and his greedy fingers push under the fabric of your thin underwear. The tips of his middle and ring finger making impatient work dip into where your arousal spills from you, a groan ripping through his throat at the feeling of how much his mouth and fingers had affected you.

His fingers dip shallowly into you, collecting the slickness, before pulling up to spread it over your clit. You whimper at the combination of the feeling of slow deep circles being rubbed harshly against you and the hypersensitivity that comes from his teeth gently tugging at the metal in your skin.

He pulls away from skin, his mouth making a lewd popping noise when he separates. Your eyes roll deeply back when he simultaneously begins blowing cool air onto the dampened skin and buries his fingers deep inside you as the heel of his hand takes over stimulating your sensitive clit. You’re only vaguely aware of the way his hips begin to rock against your hip as his tongue drags against the swell of your breast, his nose again digging against the jewelry.

The pace of his fingers is rapid, pushing hard and deep into you. The way his fingers push against your walls and move to dig into the spot that sets your nerves on fire makes you yelp, the pressure on your clit almost too much for your thundering heartbeat.

Ten presses his weight on his elbow as his unoccupied hand wiggles under your back to wrap around your torso. His mouth returns to wrap around your chest as his other hand slips in the space between your ribcage and your arm to grab at the fabric covering the other side of your chest. He pulls until the entirety of your chest is exposed to his desperate hands. He blindly reaches to pinch your nipple between his index finger and thumb, slowly rolling the peak in a rough grip.

“Oh my god,” you whine and thrash beneath him, bumping your bare legs against where his hips were rutting against you. He groans into your skin when you reach across your torso, trapping his arm tightly against your ribs, to press the flat of your hand onto where he bulges in his underwear. You’re a tangle of limbs and desperate thrusting as you both inch closer and closer to the edge.

He pulls away one last time to painfully bite at the skin of your sternum before he growls against you, “come for me.”

With his demand hanging in the air, he returns to lapping at your nipple, his wrist snapping aggressively against you. The noises falling from your mouths mixes with the lewd wet noises coming from your chest and the heat between your thighs making you feel drowsy and high as your orgasm rips at your skin.

The noises that fall from you have no end as you clench around his relentless fingers. Sparks of electricity bats at your clit and your chest thrusts up further into his mouth as you come hard around him.

A devilish laugh vibrates your chest and mixes with deep groans and whines as he thrusts into your open hand. His fingers dig deeper as his shoulders roll forward as he hits his end, the feeling of his come, warm and damp, spreads across your hand through the thin fabric.

For moments, your all but shaking limbs as your rock against each other as you both come strongly around one another. Little sparks of aftershocks bite at you as you whimper into each other’s skin, his damp mouth leaving streaks of saliva across your skin from where his orgasm broke the stronghold he had on your skin.

He pulls his cramping fingers from your underwear as he pulls himself to tuck himself into your shoulder, your hand falling away from his crotch and landing on top of his where it lies on your stomach. His breath is hot as he pants against your neck.

There’s a deep quiet that rings throughout the room, your shallow breathing being the only noises that fill the empty air. Your mind slowly collects back together as you turn to curl against his form.

“Baby,” his voice is strained and raspy, his hand falling from your side and reaching to grip the back of your neck. You can only hum in response as your body slowly melts into the mattress, “I love your new piercings.”

“Hmm thank you,” your tone doing nothing to indicate an interest in holding a conversation

“Oh, and like, I love you too.”

#ten #wayv #nct #nct smut #wayv smut #ten smut #nct timestamps #wayv timestamps #ten timestamps #nct imagines #wayv imagines #ten imagines #nct fanfic #wayv fanfic #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #nct u

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby. Day 4: Pink To Make The Boys Wink

Warnings: Bad Language words, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: So this all came about as myself, Sweater and Jenn saw a post about Ransom doing everyday things…and yeah, it kinda spiralled. The series will consists of one-shots and drabbles, all light hearted…and the occasional little bit of smut thrown in for your pleasure and we hope a nice countdown to Christmas after what has been an utter shit-show of a year.

We hope you enjoy!

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“That’s it, Princess.” he panted, your head falling back in a groan as a deliciously hard thrust hit you right on your spot. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Ransom, I’m gonna…” your hands scrabbled at his back, nails digging into his smooth, taught skin as you groaned again, the coil in your belly reaching snapping point.

“Yeah, baby, come on my cock.” He growled, his teeth nipping at your ear. “Fuck you feel so good!”

“You’re such a dick.” You said as he kissed the top of your nose.

“You love my dick.” He shrugged and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, and my love of your dick is what got us into this.” You said, your hand taking his and pressing it to your bump. His eyes lit up, the way the always did when he felt your swollen belly. You knew it stoked his ego, knowing that he’d knocked you up, marked you from the inside as his, the evidence that you belong to he him in every single damned way right there for everyone to see.

“Well I would say I’m sorry but that would be a total lie.” He said, and with a shift of his hips he pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, his hands reaching up and locking behind his head. “What time are you meeting your mom?”

“An hour.” You said, “I should shower and stick the laundry on before I go.”

“I’ll do it, the laundry that is.” He offered, “Although I could also shower if you wanted “he added, with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

“You think you can manage it this time, without shrinking anything?” You asked, your hand resting on your bump.

“Yup.” He popped the P “Especially now you stuck the instructions to the front of the machine.”

“Always better to play it safe.” You smiled “Besides, you shrink another of your sweaters I’m gonna have nothing to wear.”

“I shrank one. And maybe you could try wearing your own clothes.”

“Baby prefers yours.” You shrugged, before you heaved yourself out of bed and padded into the en-suite. You paused and turned to face him, your naked body on full show and his eyes darkened a little as you bit your lip “Thought you wanted to shower.”

In a flash he was out of bed and stalking towards you, causing you to giggle as he kicked the bathroom door shut behind him.

***** Whites, brights, darks…

He smirked a little as he could hear Y/N’s voice echoing in his head “Story of your life, you’re such a fuckin’ brat.”

Like he gave a shit.

It wasn’t until he pulled out Y/N’s white Armani maternity dungarees that he realised something had gone horribly wrong.

“What the…” he straightened up, holding the expensive denim item up in front of him, squinting as he did so.

It looked pink!

All. Fucking. Pink.

And more to the point, it had all definitely been white when he’d put it in.

Now, well not so much.

Like researching…important…stuff. Man stuff. Man stuff for him and his baby boy.

#real life tasks with ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale

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willddheartt · 4 years ago

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I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It | JJ Maybank

Summary: She really isn’t as innocent as she looks.

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: There is an alternate version of this without smut that you can find by clicking here

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You had known JJ for the majority of your life, first meeting him in school but being introduced as friends by Pope as you were with him on the math team. At first JJ assumed you were some kind of straight edge, like most people on academic teams, and so he kept his distance. Everyone in the group thought you were somewhat innocent and uncorrupted yet, and so they tried to protect you from JJ. That would have worked, if you were only friends for the short term, but once getting to them and their carefree nature you were hooked for the long term. Eventually you got closer to the boy everyone tried to keep you away from, from a distance you looked like polar opposites.

JJ laid on your bed, waiting for you to get ready for the party you were meeting the Pogues at tonight. You had just perfected the winged eyeliner on each of your eyes, and were applying a light coat of chapstick to keep your lips from getting burnt. “Hey, what flavour is it?” JJ asked, looking at you through your mirror “Um,” You said, looking at the tube, “Cherry,” you replied, looking over your shoulder at him. “Can I try it?” He asked You stifled a laugh, “Have you never had chapstick before? Everyones tried cherry chapstick,” “I’m a guy, alright, I don’t actively consume chapstick,” JJ defended, making you laugh “You’ve never heard that Katy Perry song? I swear to god twelve year old me bought it just because of it,” “What song?” JJ asked

You turned around on your heel, gasping, “Okay, you are seriously uncultured, how are we even friends,” You laughed. “I can’t believe you've never heard it, the one that goes ‘I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick,” You sang as you walked closer to where he was sitting on your bed “Can’t say I have,” He shook his head, chuckling at you “You’d love it,” You replied, putting on one more coat of the chapstick before handing it to him.

Instead of taking the tube of chapstick from your hand, JJ pulled you in, pressing his lips to your for a moment, and then rubbing his together and licking his lips a few times. “That Katy Perry chick is really onto something here, this is good,” JJ said like nothing had happened.You ran your hand through your hair, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you tried to brush off what just happened. You knew the boy was confident but you never thought he was that confident, and talk about smooth. His lips were left slightly pink from the tint in the balm, as he continued to rub his lips together. “Ye-yeah, that's why I was surprised you’ve never tried it,” You stuttered, JJ sat back on your bed, looking at you with a smirk, noticing your flustered state.

At the party your mind replayed JJ kissing you over and over, you tried talking to other guys to get your mind off it but your wandering eyes always found him over the shoulder of whoever you were talking to. Each time he noticed you staring he'd smirk and send a wink your way. You didn’t get wasted at the party, just keeping enough of a buzz that you could still have a good time. And tonight JJ seemed like a good time to you, thought of him had been playing in your head since you met him, but you would never think anything could have ever happened between the pair of you, keeping the really wild fantasies at bay, until his actions from earlier. As you were getting ready to leave when JJ found you, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder as you were talking to Kie about your star signs.

You let out a fake yawn, and gave Kiara a quick apology saying you were tired and thought the best thing was to leave and go home so you didn’t end up sleeping at a strangers house. Your parents were out of town for the weekend, they were off visiting your uncle for a few days, and wouldn't be back for another two days, in that time you had the place to yourself. JJ walked you back to your place, his hand or arm way always touching you as you walked down the street, coming to a stop in front of your front door. You already assumed JJ would stay over once you told him about your parents earlier in the day. He followed you inside and into your room, although you were alone out of habit you shut the door behind the two of you. Right after the door clicked shut JJ had you pinned against the door, his hot breath fanned over your neck sending a shiver down your spine as you waited for him to do something.

“JJ are you going to do something?” You whispered after a second, the anticipation getting the better of you. Your words making him smirk before his lips attached to your neck. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin made a few whimpers falling off your lips. Your hands went to his hair, tugging as he nipped at your neck, pulling a few moans and whimpers from him before you pulled him up to your lips. His hands that once held your waist tight moved up over your thin tank top, one hand came up to cup your jaw and the other slid up your shirt, resting just below your bra. You bit his bottom lip, sucking on it as you pulled back slightly, you took this moment as an opportunity to push him to sit down on your bed as you sat over his lap, straddling his hips. Your actions catch him off guard. “I guess you’re not as innocent as I thought,” JJ chuckled, his hands going to rest on your ass. You smiled, as you kissed down his neck, “Oh you have no idea,” “Is that a challenge?” “Only if you want it to be,” You smirked

In one quick movement, JJ grabbed your hips and flipped you over, pinning you down on your mattress. He gathered your wrists together in his hand, leaving defenceless with your hands above your head. A whimper leaving your throat at his actions. “Oh?” He mumbled, His free hand trailing up to cup your breast as he continued to kiss down the column of your throat and down until he came to the top of your tank top. Your hands tugged against his as you tried to get free to take your shirt off. “I got it, princess,” he released your hands and tugged the shirt over your head, letting you do the same to him as well.

His hands resting just above your shorts as he kissed down your neck and chest before stopping above your shorts. Though he had been undressing you with his eyes the entire night, he couldn't wait to have the real deal in front of him, but a bit of teasing never hurt anyone. He came back up to attach your lips as his hands moved down your thighs, slowly crawling to your center, until finally making contact with your clothed heat. You ground your hips against his touch, getting some friction, JJ smirked at your movements, he already had you desperate under him. Pushing him back so you could stand up, discarding your shorts quickly as you both stood to face each other once again.

“Someones eager,” JJ chuckled as your hands came to undo his belt and pull down his shorts.

Without another word you dropped to your knees, palming his length through his boxers, coaxing a groan out from his throat. You smirked as you toyed with the elastic waistband, your fingers dipping just under the top while you placed kisses down his stomach. In one quick movement you pulled his boxers down, freeing his hardening member. You heard his breathing hitch as you began stroking him. Slowly, you began sucking the tip with hollowed cheeks, he let out a breathy moan and his hand came to tangle in your hair, guiding you to start bobbing your head as he took control bucking his hips into your mouth. “Fuck yeah,” JJ breathed out, his free hand running through his hair as he glanced down at you. “You look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock,” You moaned at his words sending vibrations to the tip. His thrusts began to get sloppier, until he pulled out of your mouth, pulling you up from your knees. You gave him a confused look, you hadn't done anything wrong. “Don’t wanna cum yet,” He mumbled, kissing you hard as he pushed you to lay down on your bed again.

Kissing your neck he brought his hand down to connect with your core. You could feel the wetness pooling there for him, knowing your panties had been soaked a while ago. JJ wasted no time in pushing the cloth aside and running his fingers up your slit, feeling your wetness coat his two fingers he immediately plunged two inside you and began to slowly pump them in and out. You moaned into his mouth before he pulled away, his tongue met your clit, flicking along the bundle of nerves before wrapping his lips around and sucking slightly. You moaned at his every move, every movement feeling like heaven on earth. Tangling your fingers in his blonde locks, tugging ever so slightly he groaned out, sending vibrations through your core. A knot building in your stomach caused you to pull him up from between your legs. “Not yet,” You breathed heavily, “I wanna come around your cock.” you said, your words almost making him come undone on the spot.

You grabbed a condom from your bedside table, slipping it on his length before laying back, watching him line himself up at your entrance teasing slightly before slamming into you, the sudden action made a high pitched moan escape your lips. JJ set a steady pace that had you moaning every time his hips snapped back up inside you. “F-faster,” You moaned, pulling him down by his shoulders. His face rested in the crook of your neck as he sped up his thrusts, letting out several low pitched grunts in your ear. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and moaning loudly when he began hitting that spot. One of his hands came down to rub figure eights on your clit as he continued to thrust into you, and you pulled his free hand up to your throat. He seemed to get what you wanted and squeezed slightly, not enough to restrict your air flow completely but enough to limit it and make breathing hard. “JJ… ‘M close,” You moaned, the blonde boy nodded, his light locks fell over his forehead as he worked on getting you to your release before he reached his. “Come for me, princess,” His words sent you over the edge.

He helped the both of you ride out your highs before pulling out and discarding the condom, throwing it in the trash can by your bed. JJ pulled on his boxers and threw you his shirt before laying down with you in bed. “You’re not as innocent as you seem,” He mumbled

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aloysiavirgata · 4 years ago

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scully, snow, jellybeans, fox, guitar

He sits on the porch next to a little propane heater, gazing out at the Winter Hexagon as it slowly rolls above the horizon. It is the cusp of twilight, the lavender sky tinted with pale green edges that streak the snow with Monet delicacy. From the iPod on the table comes the friendly twang of CCR, all rhythm guitar and the Cajun affectations of John Fogerty. Mulder sips at a hot toddy, more warmed whiskey and honey than anything else. He tosses a handful of birdseed across the low porch wall and a flurry of chickadees seems to materialize from nowhere, squabbling and pecking on the blank page of the lawn.

They take wing when Scully trudges through the snow from around the back, shin deep in her heavy boots. She looks a bit like them, with a sleek black cap on her head and a thick black scarf knotted below her white face, though her cheeks are slapped rosy by the cold. She has her hands jammed into the pockets of her coat, a trim down cocoon, leaning forward as she walks.

Mulder holds a second mug up. “Looks like you could use this,” he calls.

She pauses to look at him, head tipped to the side with her long braid swinging out. Her lush mouth is pursed as she bites at the inside of her cheek, eyes bright as Sirius and sometimes just as remote. “Is that Proud Mary?”

“ROLLIN’,” he sings along. “ROLLIN’ ON THE RIIIIIVAH.”

Scully wrinkles her nose in distaste. “If you had a day job, I’d tell you not to quit it.”

He pouts, but holds the mug up again. “Come warm up. Your fox all sorted out?”

She nods, face canted towards the sapphire sky. Artemis in lux brumalis. “I gave him some marrow bones."

The fox is big and glossy, with a lair in the bracken by the split rail fence. He is a wild creature, won’t come closer than thirty feet, but Scully leaves him morsels. She loves the vivid flag of his tail, the elegant contrast of his black stockings. It has become her pleasure to find choice treats for him, to keep his fur lustrous and his belly too sated for the poultry house.

“We should build a snowman tomorrow,” Mulder suggests. “A good old fashioned one with a carrot nose.”

Scully scoops a handful of snow in her black-gloved hand. “It’s a good consistency for a snowman, though no fun to walk through. An old fashioned one needs a top hat, though. And coal.” She hums a bar of Frosty.

Mulder considers this. “I have a baseball cap from Cradock Marine,” he offers. “It’s black, do you think that’s close enough?”

“Needs must. But we don’t have coal, either.”

“Well, you were a very good girl this year.” She had been particularly delightful on Christmas Eve, clad only in shadows and flickering light before a roaring fire.

She narrows her eyes like she knows what he’s thinking, but doesn’t play along. “You can pick some black jellybeans out of that bag in the pantry.”

“This will be better than an old fashioned snowman, Scully. Though maybe we should just go full Calvin and Hobbes and build snow zombies or something. Here, come up on the porch.” He beckons gently, as though luring a wary animal. In his deepest places, he is afraid she is still not yet tame either. She is doe-eyed, slender-limbed. She has bolted before.

Scully thumps up the steps, moon boots shedding snow in her wake. She accepts the steaming mug from him and he thinks that in fairy tales, it is the third try which binds.

She sits next to him on the wicker loveseat, cuddling close. Her head is bowed over her mug for a sip, curls of steam rising over her eyelashes. “Mulder!” she says, looking up. “Do you even have any water in this?”

He shrugs. “It’s not an exact recipe.”

She takes another swallow. “I’m a pretty cheap date, you know. You’ll have to carry me upstairs if I finish this.”

He hopes so; the weight of her in his arms taps some caveman primalness she’d shoot him for if ever expressed. He likes the idea of her hair spilling over his arm, her lovely face soft with drowsy whiskey eyes. “Tomorrow I’ll make a buttered rum that’ll knock your socks off.”

‘Socks or pants?” she asks, a sly smile.

He waggles his eyebrows. “How about you just don’t put any on?”

Scully puts her mug on the little table. “I love the sky out here,” she says, dreamy. She points a gloved finger towards the vault of the heavens. “The stars are so clear. Procyon, Rigel. Capella.”

Mulder is proud of their house, their foxes and pines and sky. He is proud that she loves it. He finds his throat unexpectedly tight and reaches for her other hand.

“Good,” he says.

Scully squeezes his fingers, then lets go to take her hat off. She unwinds the elastic from the end of her braid, shaking the plait loose. Her hair tumbles in waves like the Virgin Queen. She curls onto her side with her head in his lap, looking up at him.

He is afraid to touch her, to talk, to break a gathering spell.

She must see it in his eyes, must see something, because she uses her teeth to tug her glove off so she can reach up and touch his face. “I’m home,” she says.

Mulder kisses her palm and she drops her hand, smiling, closing her eyes. Her lashes brush her cheeks.

Beyond them the gloaming deepens into night, skeleton branches hold fragile treasures of snow, the fox gnaws bones in his burrow. In Taurus, Aldebaran glows dimly red.

He strokes her hair until her breathing slows. He carries her upstairs.

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vinylhazza · 4 years ago

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Ok but like do an imagine with y/n being cold and grayson cockwarming her and being cute and stuff

mmmmmm yes i can actually.

y/n has been shivering for the past hour in the cabin, on the plaid patterned couch under a blanket that’s just not thick enough and she knows with the heater being broken and the other source being the one fireplace in the livingroom - she’s not warming up anytime soon. she knows how much grayson wanted to go on this trip to colorado, but damn she wishes she had brought some more blankets, clothes, anything to keep the frigid air from freezing her solid.

she doesn’t know what she expected it to be like considering it was mid-january and their one goal with going to colorado in the first place was the skii resort. grayson would not shut up about it. it was all he talked about for months. it was all anyone could talk about. even ethan and his gf were jumping for joy now that they could finally take a trip somewhere that wasn’t warm and tropical. it was nice to change it up from time to time and neither y/n or e/g/n had ever gone skiing. y/n’s parents were big into skiing but had never invited her or her brother to any trips and quite frankly she had been fine with that - but always secretly wanted to go deep down inside.

bundled up under the blankets, she waits for grayson to return with her hot chocolate: her go to drink when she was too cold. tasty and hot. what more could you want? especially with the marsh mellows that just melt in her mouth, something she’s loved since she was a kid. her stomach growled at the thought. she knew he must be as cold as her, he had stopped his teeth from chattering in her ear a number of times when they opted to snuggle up close on the couch, his hands sliding up under shirt and pressing into her tummy and back like a her own personal space heater. she curled up into his touch with her head on his chest, the beanie on top of her head the perfect cushion for his chin.

with her hands shaking against the bare skin of his chest under the thick fabric of his black sweater, he offered to step away only for a moment to get her a mug hot chocolate. those moments were brutal. without him there to warm her up, the cold crept in to every crevice it could. with her nose a rosy red, eyes watery from excessive blinking, and her fingertips and toes numb - she almost cried seeing him walk through the livingroom with the hot mug in his hand, a sympathetic look on his face.

“here you go, baby,” he soothes her with his voice, ushering her hand out from under the blanket to grab the mug and hold it close to her chest - sinking back down on the couch and wrapping the blanket around them both, “i tried to be as fast as possible...also i took a sip,” he laughs.

“thank you,” she chatters out through her chapped lips, suddenly wishing she had enough energy to retrieve her chapstick from the bedroom. but judging how bad she jumped when her feet touched the floor even with socks on - she wasn’t getting up from the couch for a long while. and she sure as hell wasn’t letting grayson go again.

“i called up to the front desk while i was in there and they said they should be coming to fix the heat in the morning,” grayson sighed, running a hand through his rather messy brown hair while the other smoothed itself back under her shirt to rest against the skin of her stomach. he remembers that when y/n gets cold at home, just putting his hand on her tummy would warm her right up in no time - but unfortunately that wasn’t the case in this frozen wonderland. she needed more that a simple touch.

“the morning?!” she sits up straighter, turning to look at him with a horrified expression. how were they supposed to sleep when the temperature inside was sinking by the minute? it was almost dangerous, really, “fuck this can’t be happening... what time do we need to get up and having our stuff together to meet ethan and e/g/n anyway?”

“i think seven? that’s if he wakes up on time and doesn’t have us waiting for an hour like normal,” grayon chuckles at the thought of ethan rolling out of bed with his bedhead and puffy face. he wasn’t the happiest camper when it came to waking up early. e/g/n gave him a nicer wake up call than grayson ever has. harsh pillow fights from grayson were exchanged for kisses along his cheekbones from his girlfriend of three years. he doesn’t wake up grumpy anymore, that’s for sure.

“so we won’t be here when they come?” y/n whines, not looking forward to waking up and immediately stepping out into several feet of snow after freezing all night long- the thought alone makes her body shake harder.

“most likely no...we have some more blankets sweetie i won’t let you freeze, what can i do?” he cups her face gently, thumb rubbing in it’s place

he can see the annoyance and fear radiating off of her, she’s never been this cold. ever. and they couldn’t very well crash at ethan’s cabin, it was even smaller than the two bedroom that grayson had booked in advance - they weren’t subjecting themselves to sleeping on the dirty floor and hearing ethan bone his girlfriend all night long. they had made that mistake one night when they made a last minute fort in the livingroom and woke up to the sound of e/g/n screaming like she was being murdered. it was a night they teased ethan about on many occasions, but he had no shame. he never did when it came to the woman he loved. she had been mortified of course, but with a kiss on the cheek from ethan she relaxed at the jokes and even joined in sometimes...it made y/n think of how hot...sweaty...delicious it would be to have grayson help her out in the same way, use his spell on her to draw that heat right to her core.

y/n turns to set her mug down on the side table next to the couch, grabbing onto his shirt with urgency and emotion swirling in her eyes. she’s happy to be here. with him. in a cabin surrounded by the most beautiful trees she’s ever seen, white fluffy snow falling from the sky...but right now she needed him to warm up her up before she can’t take it anymore. call her dramatic, but she knows what she wants ...and what would make her feel better. something they've only done once or twice.

“gray...i can’t be this cold all night. i just can’t we have to figure out a way to get some more heat because i’m not sure how much of this i can take,” she whispers into his neck, burying her face in to kiss at his skin. it’s what she does when she really wants him to say yes. he’s a sucker for a neck kiss, “please you gotta do something please.”

and it’s...her voice. something about it sounded so weak, needy, it does something to his lower region. even being as cold as he was, there was always a fire burning for her inside of him. always a match that ignites in his groin with her voice fragile and small. he grows inside of his pants, skin warming up with his quickened heart-rate.

he tilts his head to the side with a heavy breath, letting her kiss the skin as she pleases, marking him up, licking at him sweetly, combing her hand through his hair to hold him closer. she’s desperate for it, wants him to use his body to make the aching cold escape from her nerves for just a bit. she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you,” he whispered, head raising to cup her face and kiss her long and hard. he takes his time, leaning back enough to trace her lips with his finger, watching her eyelids flutter at his tender touch.

“in...in want you in me please,” she whispers back across his lips, her tongue sliding out to slip across his bottom lip, something she knows makes him cave nothing nothing else.

“go on then,” he smirks, kissing right under her jaw.

she’s slipping away from his chest quickly, wanting to get herself warmed up right away and not waste anymore time freezing when she could be sinking onto his dick, wrapped around him tight. it wasn’t anything particularly sexual - although she’s sure that will come later in the evening. pushing her fingers in the elastic of his pants, she straddles his lap, making sure to pull her own pants off before she slips him out and rubs his reddened tip over her entrance.

“ohhhhhhhhh,” she sighs with her hips sinking lower and lower on his member, wiggling herself when he’s all the way inside, sheathed in her warm walls, “fucking hell that’s so good...so warm.”

“mhmmm, that feel better angel?” he breathed, willing himself not to grab her hips and give it to her hard and fast like he so desperately wanted to. her eyes were closed in satisfaction, her hands on his shoulders, breath fanning over his lips, forehead pressed against his while she feels the warmth shooting up through her stomach and out through her body, nodding back at him. she almost wants to cry at the relief she feels.

God dammit why didn’t i ask for this earlier?, she thinks to herself, fingers digging into his shoulders.

“there you go my pretty girl, come in closer,” he sucks in a breath to steady himself, grabbing her hips and pushing her forward flat against his chest, “lay on me.”

“shit,” she sighs, laying her head against his shoulder in content, “thank you...thank you...”

he doesn’t respond for a while, waiting for himself to soften inside of her for now, smoothing his hand over her hair until he can feel her breathing slow, knowing she’s close to that deep sleep - her escape from the cold. with her body pressed close, his arms curled around her waist, the sky blackened with the absence of the sun, he hums to himself quietly, her favorite song real quiet in her ear.

“anything for you,” he whispers back to her softly, kissing at her temple with a feather light touch.

at some point he joins her in that land far beyond the present - head falling to rest against hers while the fire burns a deep orange and yellow, giving the pair the peace they need for just a night. curled against each other - a tangle of limbs with enough love to last them through the cold.

#asks #gray!concepts #grayson!concepts

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julemmaes · 4 years ago

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So Cold - October 14th

Will Herondale x Tessa Gray

A/N: I can’t, for the love of god, find the request for this prompt here. “Quit touching me! Your feet are cold!“ so if it’s yours, I’m so sorry I cannot find the ask:(

THIS KINDA SLIPPED AND IT’S SMUT, put if you just want to read the fluffy part, it’s pretty evident when one finish and the other begin, so don’t worry.

Word count: 2,319

Tessa had never felt so cold in her entire life.

It had been a couple of days that she and Will were in Wales, visiting his family, and they had decided to get a hotel room to have some privacy while they took a break from their children and work.

It had been Will's idea, of course, and his mother had begged them so many times to stay over at their house, as Cecily and Gabriel had finally decided to do, that Tessa could still hear her husband's constant rejection rumbling in her head.

She was sorry to see Linette so sad, but she was grateful to Will for not giving in.

They had just returned to the hotel - a very nice and cozy place - and were both reading in the silence of the sleeping city. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was past midnight and with a sudden yawn, she decided to put the book down and go to sleep.

She had called Charlotte a few minutes before leaving his parents' house to find out how Lucie and James were doing, and knew that they had both been asleep for over two hours.

She turned off the light on her side of the bed, leaning towards Will to give him a kiss on the cheek, "Goodnight."

Will turned a slight smile at her and without taking his eyes off the words whispered, "Night love."

Tessa slipped under the covers and pulled them up to her nose. She tried to close her eyes, trying to find the sleep that so called her, but the cold in her feet was rising up her legs. Moving them closer to Will, she touched his calf. He hissed and moved his leg further away.

She smiled under the comforter, moving her leg again and putting both feet on his thigh. One of his hands snapped under the blanket, grabbing her ankle. Tessa looked up at him and Will was smiling at her amusedly, "Tessa." his tone inquisitive.

She smirked and then started moving her feet all over his leg. Will placed his book on the bedside table, shrieking when her feet slipped under his pajamas and climbed up to his knee. Tessa giggled.

"Quit touching me! Your feet are cold!" he scolded her laughing. He also put his other arm under the covers and grabbed her other ankle. Tessa wiggled, trying to free herself from his strangely warm and familiarly comforting hands.

She stopped when she realized that she would never be able to break free and stared him in the eyes with a determined look.

She sat up, now sideways on the bed, and pushed forward towards him. Will grinned and approached his wife, kissing the tip of her nose. "So cold."

He tried to get away, but Tessa took one hand behind his neck and pushed him against her, causing their lips to collide.

Will closed his eyes, moaning slightly, "Even if you kiss me like this," he panted when they pulled away, "you still are frozen and I'd rather your feet stayed more than four meters from my body."

Tessa bit his lower lip. If they had to sleep in a cold hotel just for the sake of privacy, they might as well use it to their advantage.

"Why don't you make me feel hot then?" Tessa whispered to him.

Will seemed surprised for a moment, his eyes wide open, before he laughed, "Fuck, I love you so much."

"Prove it to me."

He grinned, "Gladly."

She was used to sleeping in a nightgown and what she was wearing right now was the least sexy thing she had ever worn, but Will didn't seem to care about this little detail when he settled down so that he was on top of her, one arm supporting his weight so as not to crush her.

He kissed her slowly and Tessa grunted as he bit her lip sweetly. Her hands opened up on the sheets, before squeezing the blanket into her fists, when his fingers brushed her side and went up to her breast. His hand closed on her left breast and his thumb caressed her already hard nipple.

Tessa sighed in the kiss, taking a deep breath when she raised her leg and Will drove his hips against her. She felt how hard and ready for her he was and closed her eyes, throwing her head back, leaving her neck at his mercy.

He lifted his head so that he could kiss her fair skin under her jaw and went down to the collarbone, where he started sucking the skin as his hand went lower.

Tessa moved her hips, trying to relieve some of the tension that had formed between her thighs, but Will grabbed her by the waist, blocking her and clicking his tongue, "You have to be patient, love."

Before she could reply, he kissed her again, with more strength. His tongue moved with hers, and his hand shifted where she wanted it. When he slipped under the elastic of her panties, caressing her naked skin, Tessa moaned in the kiss, arching her back.

Will withdrew his hand snickering, pulling himself up to his seat. The comforter now forgotten at the end of the bed, her husband sat between her wide open legs and stared at her throbbing core with a ravenous look. She had to resist the impulse to close her legs when he looked into her eyes and the normally light blue, which had made her fall in love with the man so many years earlier, looked almost black.

He took his shirt off with a quick movement and then he was on her once again.

He lifted her by her hips and pulled off her panties, leaving a trail of kisses everywhere his fingers had just wandered. He caressed her inner thigh touching so close to where she needed it the most, that she took her hand to her face and grunted in frustration.

She looked down when she heard Will move and snort as he leaned over her and licked her hip. He kissed her where she knew there were stretch marks from the two pregnancies and then, pulling up her nightgown, uncovered her breasts. The swollen nipples hardened even more in the cold air, but Will was immediately there to make up for it.

His lips closed around her right nipple while his hand went to massage the other one.

Tessa gasped, feeling sensations she hadn't felt in a long time.

She lifted up her hands, sticking them in his hair and pushing his face into her chest, asking for more.

"Will." she sighed, between one caress of his tongue and another.

He gave no sign that he heard her and moved to the other breast, giving it exactly the same attention.

Tessa lifted her naked hips, rubbing against the light fabric of his pants and Will grunted against her chest, stopping his ministrations and closing his eyes, "You need to stop doing that."

She repeated the movement over and over again, watching as his face contorted into expressions of pure pleasure. She felt him hardening with each push and when both were panting Will pulled away from her, moving away so far that she was no longer in command of what they were doing.

He looked into her eyes with short breath, "You're beautiful," he whispered.

Tessa flushed and covered her face with one arm.

"You are beautiful." he repeated, "And I will never stop telling you."

Raising her head slightly, she smiled, despite the situation, and was about to reply, when she felt a finger slip between her folds. She moaned so loud that the hand of the arm with which she was covering her face clasped over her wide open mouth.

Her moans became even louder when Will stuck his finger inside her and her body reacted, her hips snapped up and her head fell back onto the pillow.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured, "so tight." his voice was so hoarse that Tessa couldn't repel a whimper. He moved his finger slowly, a much slower rhythm than they were used to, but then he accelerated, adding a second, and Tessa carried a hand between her legs. Before she could touch that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, Will's hand that wasn't inside her grabbed her wrist, and she looked down at him gasping. He shook his head, tossing her hand away and shaking his finger no, "I don't think so."

"Will, please." she cried.

His fingers curled up and she screamed, thrusting down on him. He put his thumb on her most sensitive spot and she began to wiggle her hips, chasing that high she craved.

Tessa whimpered when without any warning Will took his fingers away from her and licked her sex from her entrance to her clit and sucked on it until she screamed.

She wheezed when she felt his fingers teasing her again and grabbed his hair by pulling it, knowing full well what effect that little gesture had on him and triggering a moan from him that vibrated through her body.

"Will." she gasped.

It seemed to be the only word she remembered.

"Will." she called him again and when he looked up at her, she almost came.

He stopped the movements of his tongue, leaving a kiss on the bundle of nerves and pulling himself up, took off his pants and boxer in an instant, remaining naked in front of her. Tessa felt her throat dry and smiled when he bent over her, kissing her.

She could feel the taste of her on his lips.

They both breathed in the kiss when his tip touched her center. Tessa reached between their bodies, taking his hard length in her hand and giving him a couple of strokes. Each time she pulled, his head touched her clit and it wasn't long before they both began to pant.

Will pushed his forehead against hers, "I need you."

And Tessa pleased him, opening her legs even more and waiting for him to be aligned with her entrance before pushing towards him, helping him in the movement.

As soon as he slipped inside her, they both moaned loud enough to be heard down the hall. He buried himself to the hilt and Tessa trembled when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

"Love," he kissed her lips, "I missed you so much."

Tessa looked at him with eyes full of love and carried a hand over his face. Will closed his eyes and leaned against her touch, starting to move in and out, eliciting noises of pleasure from both of them.

They saw each other every day, slept in the same bed, ate at the same table, but this - this was different. Not having distractions and only being able to worry about each other was something they had not been able to do for a long time.

Too much, thought Tessa, as Will pushed inside her and whispered sweet words to her.

She laid her hands on his hips, following his movements and feeling a new sensation bloom in the bottom of her stomach.

"Fuck." he swallowed.

From that moment on she gave the rhythm, while the sensations inside her became more and more intense. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips and he managed to go even deeper.

His kisses became more furious, his tongue moved in unison with her hips while her nails scratched the skin of his back.

Tessa didn't know what she meant when she sighed, "More." but Will reacted.

He gave her more.

Much more.

He sped up the pace and put his head between her neck and her head, biting and licking the skin there. The pressure between her legs increased so much that it overwhelmed every other feeling and the rhythm stopped being a rhythm the moment she started to pull him closer against her.

Will noticed this and stopped moving, starting to rotate his hips instead. The friction created was intense, devouring, and Tessa screamed when the tension inside of her reached the maximum point and suddenly loosened, releasing waves of pleasure that never seemed to stop.

He started moving again, this time faster, as he worked her through her orgasm.

Will no longer controlled himself as he felt her walls tighten and pushed, pushed harder. He stopped for a moment and then gave a last hard thrust. He shouted Tessa's name loudly as he too reached his climax.

She clung to him and closed her eyes while Will leaned over her body and stayed inside her.

An eternity passed and then he lifted his head, resting his chin on her shoulder and grazing her ear with his lips, "You good?"

Tessa was still struggling to breathe, her legs spasming, but she managed to nod.

He moved, then moaned when she still clenched around his member and slipped out from inside her, kissing her one last time.

Tessa could not find the strength to speak.

Will pulled himself up on his elbows, watching her carefully, "Tess, are you okay?"

She turned towards him, letting her head fall to the side and smiled sheepishly, "That was..."

She left the sentence hanging and her husband nodded, smirking, "You're right. That was."

Will grabbed her by the hips and twisted her around the other side, holding her to his chest.

He moved her hair to the side, placing her head between her neck and shoulder exactly as he had done a few minutes earlier, only in a completely different situation.

He kissed her shoulder and then set himself behind her, his chest flushed against her back.

"Are you still cold?" he asked her, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Tessa giggled and with the words already shrouded in sleep, she replied, "Definitely not."

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corie-the-writer · 4 years ago

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Ignite Prologue

Summary: Kelly Severide & Chloe Voight had started a friends with benefits arrangement, what happens when they finally express their true feelings for each other and it seems like fate is trying to keep them apart? Will they continue to ignite each other or will the flame fizzle out?

The way his large warm hands felt against the flesh of her skin had her head swimming, the way his sweaty chest brushed against hers as he thrusted in and out of her had her clawing gently into his wrists. The way his hands would wrap around her wrists at either side of her head, his hot breath blowing against her skin as she reached her climax, his thrusts deepening to match her own orgasm.

"Kelly..." The dark haired woman breathed out, her head falling back further as another climax approached quickly.

"Shit Chloe..." Lieutenant Kelly Severide moaned as his thrusts quickened into the dark haired woman, his hands gripping her small delicate hands as he found his release quicker than he had planned, spilling himself inside of her as his mouth found hers, taking her breath away yet again.

Kelly Severide had found an arrangement with Chloe Voight almost six months ago. He had been friends with the young detective for almost ten years, and there had always been a sexual attraction between the two. For the longest time, both of them had resisted the magnetic pull between them. That was until one night after a few too many rounds at Molly's. Chloe had been dancing in the bar with Kim and Hailey, when a man had began to dance against Chloe. Kelly had been watching from his seat at the table a few feet away, and he had a sudden sense of jealousy run through his being at the sight of a man touching the long dark haired woman. He had finished off his beer, and made his way across the room, pulling the woman against him, glaring at the man who immediately tried to protest. Chloe had giggled into Kelly's chest, and the night was history.

Since they were both coming out of toxic relationships, Kelly had led Chloe back to his place, which was not uncommon for them to have sleep overs after drinking. The only thing that had changed was that night, Kelly had gotten the courage to kiss the woman, and before either of them realized what was happening, they ended up in bed together for the first time.

For the first time after a one night stand, Kelly didn't find it awkward the next morning. He had woken up to make coffee, bringing Chloe a cup of coffee while he went back into the kitchen to make breakfast for them both. Once Kelly had made the breakfast, he had taken both his and Chloe's plate back into the bedroom, ate in silence, and then once they were done, they had fallen back asleep for about two hours. That was the day that Kelly had decided to ask Chloe to become his friends with benefits, no strings attached. That was nearly six months ago, and things have drastically changed. Kelly has developed feelings for the woman, and he wasn't sure what to do about it.

"Jesus..." Chloe breathed out as Kelly fell beside her on the large bed, causing Kelly to chuckle lightly, glancing to the woman to see her olive cheeks now rosy, her skin glistening with sweat, her heart nearly beating out of her chest, coming down from the sexual high.

Kelly had put a hand on his chest, trying to calm down his heart beating and took the time to appreciate Chloe's facial features. Her swollen lips, her bright green eyes a little lighter, the relaxed look sketched across her olive skin, her dark brown hair scattered across the pillow under her head. He couldn't deny just how beautiful she truly was, with or without make-up.

The firefighter had confided in his best friend Matt Casey about his true feelings for the woman, not entirely sure how to go about the conversation he needed to have with her, to see where she stood.

"I'm starving..." Kelly noticed that his stomach was getting ready to growl, then glanced to the clock to see that it was going on ten thirty at night, "That Mexican restaurant is still open, want me to go pick up food for us?" Kelly questioned watching as Chloe fluttered her eyes open with a sleepy smile.

"You know I'm not going to deny any food after great sex." Chloe chuckled when Kelly smiled from ear to ear, "Want me to call to place the order?" Chloe questioned and watched as the man gave a nod, knowing that the restaurant didn't take long to whip up food, watching as Kelly got out of the bed in all his glory to grab his boxers and jeans.

"Yeah, can you get me the usual?" Kelly questioned buttoning his jeans and heading out of the room to head to the bathroom.

Chloe had made the call, ordering what Kelly had usually gotten, and then what she had wanted to eat for the evening. Moving to the edge of the bed, Chloe spotted her panties and Kelly's flannel shirt, so she had grabbed the underwear to put on, and then slipped on the blue flannel and buttoned it up, then rolled up the sleeves. Tilting her head over, Chloe gathered all of her hair and piled it on the top of her head and secured it with an elastic band.

"It's ordered. He said it would be about fifteen minutes." Chloe commented climbing back into the bed as Kelly walked into the bedroom.

"Okay, I'll be back." Kelly moved to grab his gray firehouse t-shirt and slipped on his shoes, "Try to not fall asleep before I get back. I won't be responsible if I eat all of your food." Kelly teased causing Chloe to playfully gasp.

"You wouldn't..." Chloe held a hand to her heart playfully causing Kelly to chuckle lightly as he grabbed his wallet and shoved it in his back pocket.

Chloe watched as Kelly winked at her as he looked back at her as he walked out of the bedroom, and Chloe found herself sinking into the large mattress and cover. Leaning back against the headboard, the woman had decided to grab her phone and noticed an unknown number had sent her a text message. Furrowing her eyebrows, Chloe had decided to ignore the text as she laid back in the bed and closing her eyes. Hearing the front door to her apartment slam shut, Chloe's eyes popped open.

"Kelly?" Chloe had called out, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Listening quietly for a moment, not hearing the firefighter's voice.

Quietly moving out of the bed, Chloe grabbed her gun from the night stand and tip toed to the bedroom door that was closed, and went to reach for the door knob, realizing how hot the handle was and winced.

"What the..." Chloe used the sleeve of the flannel to open the door and gasped seeing her entire living room filled with fire and smoke, and quickly shut the door, "Oh god, oh god..." Chloe started to freak out as she ran to the bedroom window trying to figure out how to fit through the small window. She knew that there was no way that she could fit through the small gap, and she always knew that the windows were extremely durable and couldn't not be broke easily, a request from her father when she moved into the apartment, for her safety.

Chloe noticed that the flames were starting to come through her bedroom door, and quickly reached for her cell phone on the bed, immediately calling 911, and once the dispatcher had informed her the firetrucks were on the way, Chloe had called Kelly.

Kelly answered the phone while Chloe had started to cough, "Th..there's a fire..." Chloe coughed out, "I can't...I can't get out Kell..."

"Just hang on, okay? I'm almost there..." Kelly instructed, "Get something to cover your mouth baby, and try to breathe." Kelly added.

Chloe ran to the window, sticking her head out the window and looking around the apartment building to see that the top floor was smoking. She had tried using the fresh air to catch her breathe, but she had started feeling light headed.

"Baby?" Kelly spoke into the phone as the device dropped to the floor, and before Chloe could catch herself, her knees buckled, legs giving out, and she had fell to the floor.

Kelly whipped around the street corner of Chloe's apartment to see Firehouse 51 piling out of their trucks, with the entire Intelligence Unit following suit in their vehicles. Kelly barely put his car into park before jumping out and rushing to the scene.

"Severide..." Chief Boden stopped Kelly from approaching.

"Chief, Chloe's window is indestructible. She's trapped in there." Kelly stated, his heart beating fast in his chest and looked to Capp and rushed towards him, "Give me your gear..." Kelly nearly pleaded and the man immediately started to undress his gear and started handing over the pieces to Kelly, "If that window gets opened now, the entire room will be engulfed." Kelly stated as he hooked up his oxygen tank, and rushed towards the front door to the apartment complex.

Kelly felt a hand on his shoulder, seeing his best friend Matt Casey, "We'll get her." Matt promised, and then directed everyone else to search the rest of the building, before following Severide through the front door.

The lieutenant's heart was hammering in his chest as he saw the hallway engulfed in flames and smoke. This entire scenario had scared him to the bone, knowing that Chloe was trapped in her bedroom. He had some how went into auto pilot, kicking in the apartment door with Matt right beside him. The two men seemed to move in synch as Kelly went straight for Chloe's bedroom, and quickly kicked in the door.

Kelly's bright blue eyes spotted the dark haired woman laying unconscious on the floor in his flannel. Kelly quickly grabbed the blanket on the edge of the bed and moved quickly to cover Chloe with the blanket and lifted her with ease in into his arms.

"Hang on for me baby..." Kelly whispered to the woman, holding her close to him, to make sure that she was secure from the flames surrounding them. Matt stood in front of them, guiding them out of the bedroom, back into the living room, and into the complex apartment. The flames had grown bigger, and Kelly knew that he needed to get her unprotected body out of harms way.

"We're gonna have to make a break for it." Matt spoke to Kelly, accessing the damage around them growing quick.

Kelly gave his friend a nod, holding Chloe closer to him while Matt positioned himself in front of them to try to protect her skin from the flames. Kelly and Matt quickly moved in sync out of the apartment, as Kelly made his way to the pavement of the road, he had laid Chloe down, uncovering her from the blanket and noticed that she wasn't breathing.

"Chloe..." Kelly began to panic, "No, no..." Kelly quickly began to do CPR, "Brett!?" Kelly shouted out, tears building in his eyes.

"CHLOE!?" Hank Voight's voice was loud as he approached, Kelly continued to do CPR as Brett and Emily quickly approached with a stretcher.

"Come on baby, don't do this to me..." Kelly didn't realize that tears started to pour down his face as Matt pulled him back to allow Emily and Sylvie to work on her.

"What the hell happened?!" Hank Voight shouted into Kelly's face, "What happened?!"

"I uh...I don't know. I went to get food and then she called me saying that her apartment was on fire and she was trapped." Kelly couldn't tear his eyes away from the woman who claimed his heart, watching as the two co-workers were preforming CPR. Kelly felt like his legs were going to give out, and was sure that if Matt had taken his hand off of his shoulder, he would have fell to the ground right then.

Kelly watched in shock as Chloe was about to get shocked but gasped for air, her body shooting to sit up, and gasping for air.

"Oh god..." Kelly rushed to Chloe, his arms wrapping around her, her small hands trembling against his arm as Brett checked her over further, with Hank Voight standing on near the foot of the stretcher.

"You need to go to med to get some oxygen and be observed for the night." Brett spoke gently after her brief exam.

"Chloe, what the hell happened?" Hank questioned his daughter.

"I don't...I don't know..." Chloe spoke hoarsely, "Kelly left to get food, I noticed I had a text message from some unknown number, I didn't bother checking it. I laid down and heard the sound of the apartment door slam shut. I thought it was Kelly, and when I didn't get an answer, I grabbed my gun, went to the bedroom door realized that the living room was on fire." Chloe explained, "I called 911, and then I called Kelly, and then I woke up out here." Hank Voight looked to his daughter, noticing how Kelly Severide was examining the burn marks on her hand gently, "Have you noticed anyone following you?" Hank questioned to the dark haired woman, causing her to look up to her father with furrowed eyes.

"No, not that I have noticed." Chloe coughed, "Why?" Chloe questioned.

"Do you think someone did this to get to Chloe?" Kelly questioned.

"Guys, can we continue this conversation at Med?" Brett questioned.

The two men nodded their heads, "Hey Casey, can you drive my car to the hospital, I want to ride with Chloe..." Kelly stopped his best friend, and watched as he nodded his head, "Thank you." Kelly spoke with gratitude.

Kelly helped Brett push the stretcher into the back of the bus and climbed in and sat down next to Chloe and made sure to be out of Brett's way as Emily got into the front to drive to Chicago Med.

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