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[tartagliatum]

mmm older childe carrying a lil extra weight on his waistline bc he finally settles down with zhongli, who loves nothing more than taking care of him. always a dragon at heart, gift giving is a major love language of his, and doting on childe feels like a behaviour intrinsically written into his DNA.

childe who's a little insecure when his clothes become a bit snug - not necessarily about his body, but because it means he's gone soft - and zhongli who shows him why soft is good. shows him just how much there is to love, how much more of him there is to grab and sink his teeth into. zhongli who kisses and praises his little stretch marks and worships every change in his body, any small difference that may have planted seeds of doubt in childe's mind.

worrying he and his insecurities are burdensome, zhongli assures childe that there's nothing more he loves to do than bring him to his favorite bakeries and restaurants and ply him with all of his favorite foods. watching his eyes light up, his tongue lick the crumbs from his fingers, his lips stain red from wine as he relishes every delicious bite, savors every rich taste.

zhongli is even happier seeing him enjoy his food; seeing him enjoy and settle into life, now that he has the time for it. the proof of this joy, manifesting in a soft, gently curving arc of a wider middle, in plumped thighs and rounded cheeks and a heavier frame when he sits in zhongli's lap, is only something to treasure. the archon more often that not finds himself touching childe with such affection; in public, in private, wherever they are, he cherishes the life they have together. he slides his hands over the gentle slope of his middle, pressing his fingers into the pillowy softness. he cups his face when he kisses him and brushes his thumbs across the apples of his cheeks, admiring the new gilded freckles. glides his hands over his thicker arms, widened hips, the tender flesh of his thighs, soaking in how beautiful he looks and how utterly divine he feels.

his stomach, in particular, zhongli admires. somewhere a little healthier to rest his head when sleepiness washes over the two and they snuggle close in bed, childe's fingers absently twirling his dark hair around his fingers. somewhere a little more nourished to settle his hands when he wakes up and the redhead is already making two coffees through a haze of sleep, smiling crookedly with hooded eyes and a gruff good morning when zhongli hugs him from behind. he nuzzles his own cheek against childe's. slips his hands over his inviting middle, palms fitting perfectly over the gentle swell of his warm belly. pressing innocent kisses to his neck, he slips his hands up his shirt to appreciatively sink his fingertips into the yielding softness, calming the small growls of morning hunger.

childe with little bite marks on his tummy chub. with finger print bruises on his thighs and pliant hips. with stretch marks and a plush cushioning to his body, built from the delight zhongli takes in providing him the life of luxury he deserves. signs of comfort, of care, of love, instead of just wounds and scars from a life of violence. zhongli finds himself warmed by the changes in his body and how comfortable he's gotten. looking after him is something he once feared the battle-addicted harbinger would not be able to live long enough to let him do; and now, both in retirement, he doesn't waste a single minute passing up the privilege to do so.

[kentosblkgf]

Miguel O'hara W/ camgirl!gf

Cw: mentioned masturbation, heavy overstimulation, clit slapping, size kink, and consensual recording. Pls let me know if i missed anything<333.

Miguel never saw a problem with what you did for work. Being the boyfriend of a camgirl had its perks, he thought it was great that you could work from home while he was away all the time, while always finding ways to pleasure yourself. He was all about you. You were the only thing he thought about when he went to work and while he was at work, doing tough missions. Guess what he thought about? You.

Being away from you wasn’t something he enjoyed at all. Miguel had become clingy when you two first started dating. Always wanting to be around you, provided him a different level of comfort he never thought he would know. You are just so perfect for him that he couldn’t even put the words flowing through his head in a proper sentence. He was truly lovesick. Miguel would do anything for you because he adored you. Even giving you gifts for your little cam shows.

His personal favorite was the dildo that he got molded of his cock. The shape, color, and size all matched him. He loved watching you use it on yourself, it was like a little reward for when he was away from home.

He is so in love with you it is ridiculous, so when you asked him to help you film a video… why would he say no to his precious girlfriend? “Miguel please”

Whimpering was all he could hear, you trying to push back onto his fingers.

“Hush baby, be patient.”

“How can I when you’re being so mean to me?” You pout so beautifully. Miguel made you so wet, just the slightest touch to your clit and you were already dripping gallons.

You had your ass in the air right in his smug face. His fingers slapping at your clit causing you to lose your arch.

“M’not mean baby, don’t act out just because the camera is on. Be good for me.”

You were about to cum, his words just being enough. So rugged and breathy, his deep voice not helping at all.

Miguel is finally giving you what you want, rubbing tight circles on your cunt, but you were greedy and needed more than what he was giving you.

“Miguel please, more.”

You whined.

“Todo lo que haces es rogar." (All you do is beg.)

Miguel has had enough of you being a whiny annoying brat. So he’ll give you what you want like he always does, maybe that’s why you’re so spoiled now. Practically throwing a fit while he was fingers deep inside of you.

“¿Has terminado? ¿Quieres más? Te daré más.”( Are you done? You want more? I’ll give you more.)

Without pressing on further, Miguel rises to his knees pushing down on your back and pulling at your hair so that your head is risen higher.

“Look at yourself.”

Jerking your head closer to the camera that reflected the smutty scene. You both looked so good together, him pressing against you with his wide shoulders and those bleeding red eyes.

Truth be told. You couldn’t handle him at all, he was too much for you. Too big, Too thick, just too… Miguel.

But Jesus fuck did he need to hurry it up.

It’s as if Miguel could hear your thoughts because he wasted no time, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it against your cunt. You could feel how warm he was against you practically already feeling him inside you. You were never able to fully take Miguel's size without a huge amount of prepping, but you were rushing him to fuck you.

He's sliding his other hand that was not busy rubbing his cock against your cunt against your sensitive clit. Rubbing soft circles watching your reaction in the camera lens.

"You gonna take it?"

It sounded like he was mocking you, he most definitely was.

"Promise."

That promise was all he needed to hear before he slowly pushed his aching tip inside of you. It was an angry red color, leaking heaps of precum as soon as he had pushed inside.

You already felt so full, but you didn't want to let Miguel down. You promised you could take him, take all of him.

"Deeper."

Since when was his girl so demanding, you promised him you could take it, and who is he to doubt you? If you say you can then he'll give you everything he has to give. He pushes his hip forward pressing your ass to his hips. He's so deep inside of you, that you can feel him in your throat.

"Mig- oh fuck wait."

"Don't be a liar baby."

letting out small thrusts between each word. Hushing you with his words. The time felt like it slowed as you felt his thick cock dragging against your walls. Miguel was unnecessarily big, he had always been tough for you to take. It was even harder now that you had minimal prep you could feel his tip hitting deep inside of you.

Your heavy moans were echoing throughout the room combined with his breathy grunts. You were just so wet, the 'shlick' of your cunt dragging against him was the loudest thing in the room.

Miguel's hands were on your waist pushing you back against him, trying to make you take him deeper if that was even possible. His thrusts were starting to become harsher and harsher with every push and pull of your hips.

He loved to look at you like this, slutted out and stuffed with cock that was too big for you to even handle. You took him like a champ so why would he complain? That's just not what he wanted. He wanted you crying and trying to run from the onslaught of his thrusts. He wanted you shaking and crying beneath him, begging him to ease up maybe even try the slow him down yourself by placing your hands on his stomach trying to push him away.

He would get what he wanted regardless. Let me show you.

Miguel's grip on you tightens as he pulls out of you. You're already whining as you feel empty without him inside of you.

"Hush baby." His voice was so thick with want.

He's tossing you onto your back placing his hands on your thick thighs and pushing his thumbs into the little crevice behind your knee. Pushing your legs so far back your knees reach eye level on the sides of your head before you can even blink.

"Hold your legs." Fuck.

He had put you in a mating press. One of the most dangerous positions between you two. You already knew what was coming.

"Mig- hold on. let me breathe.." you whisper to him, this position always had you in tears.

"No baby, how about you hold up your end of the deal," he says as he slowly starts pushing into you again.

"Better keep that promise."

Miguel is already bottoming out inside of you before you can even respond with an attitude. His thrusts are heavy and mean just like him. Slamming and torturing the back of your thighs.

You can feel him deep inside of you, deeper than he was before. You were so tight and warm. He could feel you tightening around him. gripping onto him so tightly he can feel every pulse of your wet cunt.

"C'mon, baby."

he whispers into your ear as his hand rake along the sides of your thighs and tease your tits before resting on your throat, tightening his palm around it. Just enough to put you in a slight daze.

Your head tossed back letting out breathy moans as he kissed your neck. God, you looked so perfect like this. Taking his cock so well.

He's pushing into you roughly, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"So good.."

It sounds like you are whining.

"You're fucking me so good."

Your cunt is clenching around him so fucking tightly as if you didn't want him to pull out of you at all. Your hearing is going blank just like your vision. Seeing white dots cloud your vision as your stomach starts tightening.

He's fucking you into the bed harshly over and over again, his mind just focusing on you.

"Open your eyes."

You're trying your hardest to obey him but the way he is hitting inside of you just right is knocking the breathe out of your lungs.

You need a moment of respite to just be able to breathe.

"Mig- uh.. wait." Why should he wait when you could give him what he wanted?

"Open." His voice was loud and demanding.

His thrusts are getting deeper… Harsher with each word. Like he's trying to get you not to do what he is asking of you.

You force your eyes open, tears dripping down your face, fuck do you look so pretty to him. Your pretty pussy speaking so loudly to him. You're going to cum soon. He can feel it with the way you're gripping his arms, leaving the engravings of your fingernails on his tan skin.

His hand moves up to raise your head closer to his face, bringing you into a kiss, licking at your lower lip, tugging and pulling at it with his teeth. He's moaning heavily into your mouth.

The kiss drew you in just enough or you to cum. You're wriggling against him trying to tug your face away from his. Miguel's hand grips onto your face tighter whimpering into your mouth.

"Cum baby."

He's pleading for you to cum.

So you do. Letting go of the tight grip you had on him. Your legs straightened out, pushing against his chest. You're shaking as you gush around him, your body squeezing shut altogether. Can't do anything but let out open-mouthed silent moans as you can't find it in yourself to open your vocal cords and let out any audible noise. Fuck do you look good trying to get away from him only after one orgasm.

Maybe now is not the best time to be asking you questions as you seem to not be in the same universe as him. Miguel smacks your face lighting trying to bring you back down from an incredible high.

"Come back to me, c'mon."

He's waiting patiently still deep inside of you, keeping himself from moving.

"M'gonna move okay?"

You shakily nod your head agreeing with anything he is saying right now.

He pulls out of you slowly, trying not to disturb your moment of clarity.

"Where's your toy baby?" He's getting up and opening the drawers looking for his favorite toy of yours.

You don't answer him as you roll over and check the camera. No blinking red light.

This cannot be fucking happening… You didn't even click record.

[maaarshieee]

Can you please Head cannon sleeping with genshin characters? ( Wanderer, Dottore, Childe, Diluc or Kaeya please??) <333

⎯⎯ ୨ Sleepy Eepy (HCs) ୧ ⎯⎯

ੈ♡˳ Childe, Diluc, Dottore, Kaeya & Wanderer x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist *ೃ༄

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SLEEPY EEPY BABIES I LIKE,,, WROTE THIS AS SOON AS I GOT IT !! youre such,, brain!! i love your brain... hehehehehe,,, i wanna cuddol wit them when i go eepy... HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHGT!! <3 okay so i might write all guys as clingly so im... trying to give diversity LMAO

He tries so hard to be able to sleep on the same bed as you every night, but he gets too busy with his work as a Harbinger. But with enough effort, he manages to get in bed with you.

Sometimes he comes home awfully late, but there are times when he comes home early.

Sleeps shirtless because he loves, LOVES the feeling of your skin against his freckled body. He absolutely loves skinship, so feeling your hands trace over his scars right before falling asleep? Absolute heaven.

Want him to big spoon? Sure, baby! He loves to wrap his arms around you, it gives him a sense of calmness, knowing that even when he's asleep, he can have you in his arms to protect you from anything.

But if you want him to small spoon? Of course, whatever you want, babe! While he relishes the feeling of being able to protect you... His absolute guilty pleasure was to be held by you as if he's a fragile little thing... 

Your hands tenderly roam all over his abdomen, your chest pressing against his back while you pepper kisses all over his freckled shoulders always sending shivers up his spine. 

It's always so reassuring that, if there ever is a time when he'd be too vulnerable, you'd also be there to protect him, just as much as he'd protect you. 

Similar to Childe, he tries his best to get home on time so he could snuggle up with you and sleep soundly with you in his arms. He often comes home late, and he always feels bad to see you asleep on the couch, waiting for him. 

He's usually tired when he gets home so when he's finally in your embrace, he's immediately knocked out, no matter what position you're in. Diluc's body could be on top of yours and he'd be sleeping soundly.

You'd always have to take off the ponytail for him when he's about to sleep since he'd often forget, just too eager to just be with you in bed.

Not one to care if he's big or small spoon since he's already asleep before he could get himself in position. But he does enjoy being a big spoon, it makes his tense body relax further when his arms are wrapped around you. Your heat, closeness, and breathing are signs that you're still here, right next to him, not bound to disappear.

If you stay awake long enough, you'd hear him whispering your name while he was dreaming, with a small, soft smile tugging on his lips.

Rarely ever sleeps, so the chances of him sleeping with you are always sparse. He doesn't need sleep anymore. 

But if you should ever be lonely, you can just nab one of his segments and cuddle with them to be instead! Dottore encourages this since he can be very busy at times. 

And the segments never refuse, after all, you usually give all your affection towards Prime, so this is a good chance for them to be able to have you all for themselves, holding onto you tightly. 

If you're feeling extra frivolous, you can invite a bunch of segments into your private chambers and have them all sleep with you. It felt weird and suffocating at first, but now you've grown addicted to the feeling of multiple arms wrapping all over your body. They'd occasionally press kisses or nip on your exposed skin as well, anywhere and everywhere. 

Well, only if a segment was daring enough because Dottore is the only one to have access to your entire body. Poor segments :(

At the rare times when Dottore will decide to join you to bed, it usually happens at least 5 times in a row, night after night, before working all night once again. 

It was sporadic, so you never knew when he'd be joining you. Fortunately, you always took it as a pleasant surprise, grinning ear to ear with an incredulous look in your eyes as Dottore starts stripping to put on something more comfortable for the night. 

Dottore doesn't care what position you prefer, as long as it's comfortable and you're touching him. He does like big spooning though. 

His arms wrapped around you, trapping you as he pulls you impossibly close. Because you're his, and his only. Not anyone else's, and having you in his arms only feeds on his possessiveness. 

​Always there to be in bed with you as much as he can. While Kaeya can be busy in the morning, he makes time for you at night. In fact, the Cavalry Captain has become a bit more productive ever since he's gotten with you. 

Of course, he's not there all the time for you, or he's late, so he always makes it up to you by kissing you all over and mumbling sweet nothings in your ear, promising that he'll treat you so nice just to ask you for forgiveness. 

Before you get to bed though, if he's home early, he'd let you join into his nightly routines. It's just an excuse to pamper you even more and touch your cute little face. Plus, it helps you maintain your skincare!

He definitely got you into having nightly routines even if Kaeya comes home late or isn't able to sleep with you. Your skin has never been so healthier.

He adores wrapping his arms around your torso and burying his face in your chest. He thinks it's the most comfortable position to sleep in.

Would always tease you for a bit, tickling your sides or pressing his cold palms against the skin of your back, making you squeal and slap on Kaeya's arm to stop.

Big spoon or small spoon? He doesn't care! As long as he's in your arms, or you're in his arms. It still fills the void of longing in his heart to be so close to you, to have you as his lover.

He'd often wait for you to fall asleep first, only to shower kisses all over your face and whisper soft confessions that he aches to tell you, but was not just yet ready to do so.

And you'd be lying if you hadn't pretended to sleep often, just to hear him say those words over and over.

Always sleeps with you, no questions asked. Ever since he finally allowed himself to indulge in his desires, one of them is sleeping next to you, he never has given you a single night alone on your shared bed. 

In the beginning, his hugs were very tight, desperate, and never letting go, that if he ever did let go, you'd vanish in his arms, never to return. Gradually, it has changed. 

Now, it was gentle. Loose arms cradle you close to him as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, lips brushing against your skin before attacking you with a plethora of kisses, making you giggle. 

They're lighthearted now, loving and secure. He was relaxed and comfortable. While his hands gripping your clothes tells you that he's still desperately clutching onto you, in hopes you'd still be next to him once he opens his eyes, slowly, his hands would let go of your clothes. 

It gives you a sense of relief whenever he does, for you know he trusts you. Trusts that you'd never abandon him, to leave him so hastily without even a proper goodbye. Trusts that even if you decide to go, you'd return if you wanted to. 

He likes small spooning the most. Mostly because it greatly reassures him that he's wanted. That he's important to you. That you'll never let go of him if he ever told you to. That you treasure him, cherish him, adore him... That you still chose him despite his flaws. Despite being a puppet.

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[ji-bit]

chan devotion kink go brrr

(he strikes me as a type who adores making his s/o KNOW that they're loved and that he's devoted to them. even after showing his abs on stage, at home, he'd be piling on the reassurances that he's never leaving and that you're all he wants.)

omg i didn’t even know this was a thing but it’s so cute </333 chris watching you pretend to be jealous about him showing off his body, knowing there’s some truth behind the fact that you wish he kept it for your eyes only. deciding to show you that only you get to see him when he’s naked (in all his glory) and that him revealing his abs on stage is completely different to what he shows you privately.

he would hold your face and kiss you softly after reassuring you with his words, but you notice the slight eagerness he has as it goes on for longer than his usual sweet kisses. you realise shortly after that he has a different plan to what you expect when he mumbles a quick “gonna show you” against your lips before tugging down your pants along with your underwear.

chan takes me as the type to then proceed to eat you out until you’re begging for him to stop, head between your thighs as if it’s a meal he’s been craving for weeks. he only pulls back to spit on your clit every now and then, fully focused on your pleasure as he sneaks a hand underneath your shirt to fondle you. he can’t help but harmonise with your moans when he feels you lift your hips and slightly rut against his face, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, so into it that you’d have to physically pull his head back with your hands to ask for him inside you ‘properly’. chan tilts his head to the side, seemingly not understanding something you’ve said a million times to him before which causes you to pout at him and spread your legs further, hoping his teasing won’t last :(

and after a long thirty seconds of him caressing the skin of your thighs and your pout becoming more prominent, he’s quick in cutting off your whining before it’s even started, inserting a finger deep into your hole. you convulse under chan, mouth wide open as you let out the sweetest sequence of moans, pushing your body forward to feel him even more. it takes a while for you to pick up the ability and courage to talk again, whimpering before speaking: “chris. baby. need your cock. inside, please”, and who is chan to deny his sweet baby? he takes no time in getting up to kiss your lips hungrily, allowing you to taste your own arousal on his tongue while he takes his fully erect cock out of his pants.

“only you get to have me like this, yeah?”

[slutforsturns]

Could you do a fluff/smut fic where reader doesn’t think Chris is around and is practicing what she wants to say to tell him she reallyyyy likes him. Chris ends up overhearing it and ends in smut. 🩷🫶🏼

of course! thank you so much for the request <333

i like you - chris sturniolo

warnings: creampie, slight masturbation, p in v, unprotected s3x, begging, fingering, just a *tiny* bit of degradation, mirror s3x, edging, cumming, etc.

a/n: sorry this took so incredibly long I was in the hospital for like a week after an accident anyways it's not important I hope this is what you had in mind for the story! I love you anon! also this is kinda short so sorry for that too...

didn't proofread, sorry for grammar mistakes!

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enjoy!

You stood in front of the mirror, looking at yourself and questioning yourself.

Today, you planned to tell Chris you liked him.

You'd been friends with him for around a year now and today you two were going out to a movie (as friends, of course).

But you wanted the relationship to go further.

At first, you didn't understand why you got jealous when you saw him with other girls, or when he talked about other girls.

And then you realized. A terrible, horrible realization. You liked him.

You'd been mulling on the decision to tell him for about a month until today.

You just had to do it. You couldn't just laugh and joke with him and then go home and touch yourself to the thought of him.

You took a deep breath and started to talk, looking at yourself in the mirror and imagining Chris in front of you.

"Chris, I like you. I've liked you for months now, almost since we became friends. I think you're funny, smart, and really hot. And I can't keep being friends and feeling this way. So whether you like me or not, I just had to tell you and I hope you feel the same way but if you don't, I can understand and if you don't want to be friends anymore then at least I enjoyed being friends with you while we were."

You let out a breath and almost laugh. What am I doing? You ask yourself.

And then you hear a small chuckle come from behind you.

You spin around and your eyes widen. 

Chris is leaning in the doorway, looking you straight in the eyes. 

“H-how much of that did you hear?” You ask him, your voice small and quiet. 

He smiles.

 “The entire thing.”

You want the ground to open up right then and swallow you up, you want to completely disappear from existence. 

But instead you stand frozen in place, staring at Chris. 

He pushes off the doorway and begins to walk to you. 

You don’t know what you’re expecting. Maybe for him to yell at you, or tell you he doesn’t feel the same way. 

But you definitely don’t expect him to kiss you. 

His lips are suddenly on yours and for a second you’re surprised, but then you relax into the kiss. 

It’s rough and gentle at the same time, demanding and caring. 

He kisses you like he’s wanted this for a long time. 

Chris breaks the kiss, only to attach his lips again a second later to your neck. 

All along your jaw, he plants small kisses. And when he nips at it for the first time, you let a small moan push past your lips. 

Chris groans when he hears this noise and continues down your throat, leaving hickeys and bite marks. 

He pulls away for a second, breathless as he talks. 

“I really like you too, just so you know princess.” 

You only have enough time to let out a small gasp before he’s pulling off your top and unhooking your bra. 

“God, you are so beautiful” He praises, looking at your bare chest. 

You almost want to shy away from his gaze, but you can’t help but admit it feels so fucking good to know that Chris feels the same way about you. 

And so fucking good to know Chris is currently undressing you and giving you pleasure. 

Fuck a movie. 

He spins your body around so you face the mirror and he stands behind you. 

“Watch” He whispers in your ear. 

You nod and watch as his hands slowly make their way to your nipples, beginning to squeeze and pinch them. 

You let out small whimpers at his cold touch, wanting to get out from in front of the mirror. 

You tried to move away from the mirror but he pulled you back. 

“No, you’re gonna watch me do to you what I know you’ve fantasized about”  He says slowly, his voice deep and gravelly. 

You whine at his words and swallow slowly. You watch as he takes your hands and slides them gently down your body until they get to the waistband of your leggings. 

“Take them off,” He whispered. You obeyed and pulled down your underwear with your leggings. You looked to him in the mirror for a sign that it was okay for you to do that and he nodded, his eyes dark. 

You pull them down all the way and slip them off your legs, shivering due to the sudden cold. Your eyes avoided the mirror and Chris’s eyes, suddenly becoming self conscious. 

He took your chin and forced you to look in the mirror, seeing your own naked body contrasted against Chris’s fully dressed. A pleading look came over your face and you felt uncomfortable being the only one naked. 

Chris seemed to understand as he ridded himself of his shirt and hoodie, throwing them behind the two of you. But he left his sweats on. 

Then, he moved your hair out of your face and let his hand drift down your body slowly, grazing your nipples, tummy, and hips lightly. And then, his hand was suddenly cupping your pussy, making you cry out. 

Chris mumbled ‘fuck’ under his breath as he ran a finger through your slit, making you widen your legs. 

He stood behind you, and started to work you with his fingers. Drawing lazy but firm circles around your clit, making you moan, needy for more. 

He only laughed when you begged him for “more, more.” 

How cruel.

Then, just as you were about to sob from how needy you were for him to give you more, to just make you cum, he violently shoved two fingers in your sopping wet cunt. 

“Oh fuck Chris!” You cried out at the sudden intrusion. 

He pumped in his fingers in and out of you and you could only watch in the mirror as you crumbled beneath his touch. 

You arched against him as his fingers hit that spot in you that had you seeing stars. Your knees buckled but Chris just held you up as he continued his delicious assault on your pussy. 

You watched in the mirror, how your juices dripped slowly down his hand and arm, and that made it even more intense. 

You whined and reached up your hand to pinch your nipples, giving yourself more pleasure in an effort to reach your orgasm. 

You rolled your nipples between your fingers before reaching your other hand down to circle your clit, making your eyes roll back. 

“D-don’t stop Chris, please don’t stop”, You begged him, your voice high and breathy. 

You were so close, just a little longer. 

You watched in the mirror as a smirk slowly crossed Chris’s face and he removed his finger from your cunt. 

You whined out loudly and practically gripped his arm, begging him to continue, to just go for long enough so you could cum. 

But he just shook his head. 

Your eyes widened as he took his hands off you and began to take his sweatpants off. 

“Fours, now. On the floor.” Chris instructed, his voice deep. You didn’t even bother nodding as you got on all fours in front of the mirror, facing it. 

You saw Chris through the mirror pull his sweats off, seeing the bulge in his boxers. He was big, you could tell. 

Then he pulled his underwear down and you shivered a bit. 

Of course you weren’t a virgin but you’d never been with somebody his size before. You weren’t sure if it would even fit. 

He stroked himself for a moment, groaning lowly before looking at you. 

“Are you sure?” He asked for consent. He scanned your eyes and swallowed quickly when you nodded. 

Chris glided his cock through your folds, slowly dragging his tip up and down your slit. 

“Chris please, if you aren’t going to-” You began but Chris slammed his cock into your cunt midway through your sentence, replacing your words with a harsh moan. 

He fucked fast and hard, each thrust making your boobs bounce. You let out the occasionally grunt of pain since he didn’t let you adjust around his length but gradually the pain morphed into pleasure.

You looked in the mirror as he fucked you, watching your own glazed over eyes as he pounded his cock into you, making you dizzy on the feeling of your cunt clenching around it. 

“Uh-uh-umph, faster Chris, harder!” You gasped out, reaching down to rub your clit, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. 

But Chris didn’t speed up, he slowed down and used his hand to remove your fingers from your clit. 

“You're gonna have to beg if you want to cum, princess.” He said smirking, giving lazy slow thrusts that made you want to rip your hair out. 

You stuttered at his words, too ashamed to beg. He saw the look in your eyes and began to go even faster than before, gazing in the mirror at the way your eyes rolled back when he hit that spot inside of you that had you chanting his name like a mantra. 

But he couldn’t let you cum, not yet. 

As soon as you were close to reaching your climax, Chris slowed down. You whined and huffed at being denied orgasming for the third time and were so fed up you could cry. 

“I already told you baby, you wanna cum, you fucking beg for it.” He growled. 

At this point, what did you have to lose? You decided to put your pride and dignity aside. If begging was what would let you cum, then a beggar you would be. 

“Please Chris, let me cum. I’ll be your slut, I’ll do whatever you want, just let me cum, please” You begged him, tears starting to prick the edge of your vision because you wanted release so badly. 

You could see it in his eyes, feel the twitch of his cock inside of you that he wanted to watch you fall apart on his dick, hell you already almost were, and you could see the decision settle in his eyes. 

“That’s like it, Ma.” He praised before thrusting into you, hard. It hurt bad but it made it feel even better. 

You feel the tip of his dick grazing your cervix, making you moan in pain. Somehow, he still managed to maintain a rhythm, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

After being edged so much, you were already close to coming. You could feel the knot unraveling in your stomach, the way you began grinding on his dick, in a desperate attempt to reach your high. 

“Chris, ‘M coming-” You moaned. His thrusts lost all rhythm and he matched your speed. 

“Fuck, me too. Cum for me, princess. Cum all on my dick,” He groaned as you came on his dick. You were surprised you didn’t squirt from being denied so many times. 

Chris came a few seconds after, shooting thick ropes of his seed deep inside of you, thrusting a few times, fucking his cum into you. You weren’t worried because you were on birth control. 

He pulled out and you winced slightly. 

“I hope you aren’t sore baby, we’re far from done.” He said, and just smiled when your eyes widened. 

[harry-writings]

Honeymoon

- Y/n and Harry have been dating for two months, happier than ever. But the three years spent apart still effects Harry in unexplainable ways, and when it comes to an important date, he finds himself scared to lose his relationship all over again.

This is an extra for The Heartache Series <333 I hope you enjoy

A better Place 

The Happy Years

- TWs: some soft smut, angst (obviously), and I think that’s it :)

Masterlist

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Y/n wakes up to Harry’s face buried between her thighs, his tongue heavy and tired from the morning buzz but relentless against her lips as he moans against them, drowning in her devotion.

They’ve had their fair share of endeavors now that they’ve finally had a chance to unleash years of suppressed feelings and neglected urges. But this is different, spontaneous, a side of Harry she hasn’t yet seen before because they’re still so new at this. That must be precisely the reason it feels so fucking good right now.

He brings his fingers to the mix at the sight of her wake and it doesn’t take long after for her to finish, fingers trembling in his hair and thighs shaking against his head as he starts picking up his pace, working her up further and making sure the feeling lasts for as long as possible.

It’s when she falls limp against the bed with a pleasured cry that he realizes he could spend the rest of everyday doing exactly this — pouring his heart out to her, seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head in a glorious ecstasy, hearing her whimpers and pleas even when she knows he’ll give her everything she ever asks for. Because he loves her so much that denying her of anything sets his heart on fire and burns his soul to a crisp, in the same way it did all those years ago.

She lays below him, panting, wordless and thoughtless and everything in between. He kisses up her body, taking his time with each and every one he lays on her skin, leaving not a single part of her untouched. Every inch and dip and curve is reminded of their worth with every touch of his lips, and never has Y/n been loved so deeply. She feels it everywhere and in everything he does, but especially now, in this moment he’s made for her.

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathes against the skin beneath her breast — the first words he’d spoken to her all morning. “So perfect.”

And she is. Perfect.

And for the first time in her life, she believes it.

He lays himself on top of her, his cheek nuzzled against her collarbones as he holds her close, listening to the beat of her heart and the way it warms his. The smallest, simplest sound overwhelms him so much he can feel tears welling in his eyes, wondering what his life would become if it’d ever been taken away from him.

He got a taste of that fatality for three long excruciating years and the thought of ever going back to it makes the tears nearly fall and catch onto the skin he found himself a home in, suddenly afraid to wash it away and so he takes a deep breath in, trying his best to relish in the moment because she’s here now, back in his arms where she belongs despite the hell he put her through, and just that alone settles the ache and fear in his bones, leaving him weightless atop of his beloved.

“You’re being extra affectionate today.” She hums in amusement, her fingers running softly through his hair as her lips sneak a kiss onto the top of his head. “Did something happen?”

“Can’t I just be in love with my girl?” He asks, voice muffled as he nests himself deeper into her. “It’s not like I never do this.”

Which is true of course, because ever since they started dating again did Y/n notice just how affectionate he truly is when there’s nothing put between them. He clings to her like she was a long lost treasure solely meant for him, constantly holding her and kissing her and loving on her even in places it seemed impossible to get away with.

But when they’re alone it only seems to intensify — his hands never kept to himself, his eyes constantly trained on her no matter where in the room she is, his attention solely set making her happy and comfortable, lips forever reaching for hers — and she can’t get enough of it. This is what she’d been dreaming about for over seven years, and now that she has all of that and more, she can’t possibly live any other way. This is what she wants for the rest of her life.

“True. Just extra loving today, is all.” She says with another kiss, squeezing her arms around him tighter because he means the absolute world to her and losing him scares her more than he could ever imagine. “I’m not complaining, though. Love when you’re like this.”

She feels him smile against her before he cranes his neck to look up at her, her eyes glowing only for him.

“Do you also love it when I make reservations at our favorite restaurant?”

Her eyes pinch together, tilting her head at him as his bottom lip tucks between his teeth. His gaze wanders helplessly around her bare chest as he wonders exactly what he did to deserve this little piece of heaven held between his arms. She’s absolutely unreal to him, her existence the sun his world revolves around and always will for the rest of his eternity.

She is his, and he is hers, and he promises to himself and the gods above that out of all the things that change in this life, that will never be one of them.

“What’s the occasion?” She asks with genuine curiosity, as if the answer couldn’t have been more obvious.

“You being the best girlfriend I could ever ask for.”

-

Harry’s more attached to her than usual. Much more attached, to a point where Y/n takes notice numerous times that he’s trying a bit too much to overcompensate for something completely unbeknownst to her.

After a morning spent having a few rounds of sex and Harry doing practically everything he could to deliver her every need to her alter, the day was spent doing all of Y/n’s favorite things.

First, it started during their cool down when Harry insisted they watch her favorite comfort show, where he then cuddled her extra tight and laughed along to everything she did. Then when the two of them decided to take a shower, he insisted on washing her hair and body — refusing to have her do any of the dirty work as he stood there and did it all without a single complaint in the world, but rather continuously thanked her for allowing him the pleasure to do so. And when they both got dressed, Harry sprawled kisses all over her body as he put her clothes on for her, muttering the softed, sweetest, most affectionate nothings against her skin before covering them up with her articles of clothing, only to kiss her over them whenever he was done.

And now as the two sit at her favorite restaurant, Harry moves his chair from across the table so that he’s sat next to her, feeding her her pasta and holding her glass of wine up to her lips between every three bites. And while Y/n does enjoy some pampering every now and then… this is just a bit too far, and she doesn’t know how to bring it up to him.

“There you go, puppy.” He coos to her, watching as her lips wrap around her fork and graciously accept the food into her mouth with a soft hum. When he notices that some of the sauce had fallen onto her chin, he doesn’t hesitate to take the napkin from her lap and dab it away, softly, sure to keep her makeup intact. “Enjoying it, my love?”

She nods, proceeding to chew as she watches over his features, somehow trying to find the answers in them. This isn’t him. This isn’t her Harry and she’s starting to get increasingly concerned because something is clearly wrong, and he’s refusing to tell her what it is.

But she doesn’t want to ruin the dinner he had planned for them and she certainly doesn’t want to make him more upset than he already is. Because he is upset, she knows this because she knows him more than he knows himself and when Harry’s upset or feeling insecure, he puts himself in positions to make him feel better about the situation, no matter how unusual or complex they become.

What truly scares her is that whatever it is that’s making him feel this way is directly associated with their relationship. Something is threatening it, or at least that’s how he feels, and she’s starting to wonder what she could have possibly done to let it get this far.

So instead of asking questions, she tells him what he needs to hear.

“It’s wonderful, H. And you’re wonderful. I love you so much and I appreciate everything you do for me.”

The beaming smile she gets in return eases her nerves just the tiniest bit, softening her just the right amount enough for her to smile back at him just the same, his love just as infectious and intoxicating as him.

But when he reaches for her fork again, her smile falls.

“But what about you? You’ve barely touched your food.”

It’s her turn to reach for his plate, determined to get him fed because ultimately, it’s been him that’s been doing all the work today — in and outside the bedroom. There’s a big part of her that misses tending to him, she finds joy in it, a purpose, and without it she feels like she’s failing him as a girlfriend, though he’s made it clear that that could never be possible.

And so before she can get too far, he slaps her hand away, innocently and gently of course, a persistent shake of his head.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll eat when you’re all done, okay?”

She nods at him hesitantly, small and slow blinks passing through her eyes as she pulls her hand away and closer to her side, but not before Harry grabs onto it and presses a kiss to the top of it, as if to apologize for what he’d done earlier.

“I’m sorry. It’s just — I want tonight to be all about you. I want you to sit and enjoy your meal while looking pretty and not having to lift a single finger. You deserve it. You really do.”

She sighs, still unsure but swallowing down any other negative feelings she has. Her and Harry are okay, she’s okay and he’s okay and whatever the reason may be for his clinginess, it’ll all fall into place once he’s ready to talk about it. Besides, he can’t ever go too long without pouring his heart out to her.

So she nods again, this time with certainty and a breathtaking look on her face. They meet for a kiss, a long one, one full of soul and devotion and an absolute need for one another. If only they could survive on just this alone… they’d never die.

When they pull away, they both look drunk — eyes hooded and dazed, lips in loopy smirks, her hand still in his.

“Now open up for me.”

-

When the tab has been paid and Harry leaves the restaurant with Y/n’s hand in his, there is barely any time for her to say anything to him before he starts listing all the other things he has planned for her tonight.

Surely everything sounds exciting — from the new movie she’d been wanting to see to grabbing ice cream at her favorite parlor, late night grocery shopping and a last minute stop to the floral shop to choose her favorite bouquet — but nothing sounds better to her right now than spending the rest of the night in Harry’s home and actually talking to him, especially about all the things he loves, too.

She misses her usual Harry, the one that doesn’t try so hard to impress and swoon her, the one that doesn’t get carried away by ideas of what could possibly make her happier when the only thing on the planet that gives her real, genuine happiness is him. She wants him to take her home and make chocolate chip pancakes with her, their favorite album playing in the background with the occasional slow dance, popping a bag of popcorn in the microwave before migrating to his bed, where he kisses her and snuggles her and sings her to sleep.

All these plans just seem like time away from him even though she knows he’ll be there. It just isn’t the same, and quite truthfully, something about them just doesn’t feel right.

So she doesn’t say anything, just listens to him as he rambles about the endless options they have to fill up the rest of the night, feeling bad for having him lay everything out on the table just for her to push them right off after.

He opens her car door and even so much as buckles her in before making his way to the driver’s seat, clapping his hands and rubbing his palms together, seemingly excited about something she can’t find in her heart to understand.

“So what are you thinking, lovie?”

Her fingers fiddle against her lap, her gaze set on them and trying her absolute hardest to not bring the mood down. But that’s quite inevitable, she comes to realize, because she needs to know what’s going on in his head before she can give herself any peace of mind. This is her soulmate, her one and only, her forever and always, and she just can’t keep letting him hide his feelings like this while pretending everything is okay.

“I’m thinking you need to tell me why you’ve been acting like this all day.” She says straight to the point, her head not lifting even the slightest inch, shoulders suddenly tense. “Because it’s killing me that you’re hurting so bad and not telling me why.”

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He hates how well she knows him. He hates that no matter how hard he tries to distract himself (and her) from what’s eating him alive, it’s never enough. Because what’s been chewing him up and spitting him out is something completely beyond her control — a battle within himself that she can’t defend him in, that she can’t mend or win without bringing up the very past that split them up in the first place.

But no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it, he needs her reassurance. It’s the very reason he’s been milking every last bit of her attention since the moment he blinked his eyes open, and the same reason he can’t keep it all in now.

“The bloody date.” He sighs, his tone suddenly much different than the one he’d been carrying all night.

It’s silent for a moment, Y/n trying to wrap her head around it, her head slowly lifting up to look at him with confusion. Much to her dismay, however, it’s now him that’s not looking at her.

“What?”

“The bloody fucking date.” He punches his steering wheel with the side of his fist, but not hard enough to startle or scare her. It’s just that the mere thought of it is enough to make him sick to his stomach and he is just so tired of letting something so insignificant take this much of a toll on him.

But how insignificant can it be if this day has been haunting him since it was first put into his head?

“It’s September 25th.” She says to clarify, speaking it more like a question than a statement as she tries to think of what it could possibly mean, but there’s nothing that comes to mind. She shakes her head. “I don’t understand.”

And he should have just left it there. If she doesn’t remember the date, it’s because it no longer holds any meaning to her. It’s not something that keeps her up all night and fills her with so much dread she can hardly breathe the same way it does him, or haunt the deepest, darkest, most hidden parts of her mind even in their best and happiest moments together.

This pain is one-sided. This hurt is one-sided. And bringing it up may make her feel the same way he does, and he just doesn’t want to do that to her. But he has no choice.

“It’s your wedding day.”

Y/n’s mouth falls open, the smallest and subtlest gasp falling from her mouth as his words hang heavy in her bones, nearly paralyzing her.

“Oh.”

“Look, I know it’s stupid, okay? He’s not in your life anymore and he’s not the one you chose to be with, but it just hurts to think about. It tears me apart knowing you were supposed to get married to somebody else today. I just really wanted to be close to you.”

How could she have possibly missed this?

How, for a single second, could she disregard something that she knew once hurt Harry’s feelings? How could she have lived these past two months in complete oblivion to her boyfriend’s silent suffering? How could she not see that with every day that came closer to the date he’d fill himself with so much doubt he felt the need to scrape at every little thing to hold onto just the smallest bit more of her?

Declaring and promising to be with somebody else for the rest of her life isn’t something he’s going to forget about just because she chose to be with him instead. After all the mistakes he’s made and the years forced to spend apart, that part of her life hovers over him like a cloud ready to rain on his parade at any chance it gets, and she failed to see it.

Maybe she isn’t so perfect after all.

“Hey.” She frowns, her voice hardly above a whisper as she reaches over the console to place her hands against his cheeks, coaxing him back to her. “Look at me.” When he does, her face softens. She hasn’t seen him this upset since their last night in Malibu. “I couldn’t imagine how I would feel if the roles were reversed, so I’m just going to tell you what I know and just hope that it’s enough to put your worries to rest.”

He doesn’t say anything. Rather, he gets lost in the very eyes he fell in love with all those years ago — those eyes that comfort and love him from miles away, even when they aren’t trained on him.

“We’ve only been together for two months and yet you’ve made me more happy than Alfie ever did in two years. You know what I need to feel loved and respected everyday, do you know how nice that feels, to not have to beg for the things I feel like I deserve? You just give them to me, everyday, so casually and effortlessly and with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on anybody.” She lets out a breathy laugh of endearment, as if she were in disbelief that love like this could ever exist. But it does, it so does, and it’s all because of him. “I have wanted you longer than I’ve ever wanted anything else. You’re everything to me. My thoughts are consumed by you from the second I blink my eyes open to the second I lay them to rest, and even when I’m asleep do I see you, and feel you, and love you just as deeply.”

A loose tear falls from his eye and down his cheek, which Y/n is quick to wipe away with the pad of her thumb. And even after it’s gone does she continue to run her finger beneath his eye, soothing him, hoping he can see just how much she means it and how much she trusts him.

“I looked forward to this day all week because I was excited to be with you.”

He practically melts into her, a small whimper filling the silence as his head falls and crashes itself against her chest. He makes her so happy and yet here he is, nearly crying in her arms over something he’d done so long ago.

She sighs, holding him but knowing in her heart that it’s no longer enough. So she undoes her seatbelt and lifts herself up from the passenger seat, Harry’s head snapping up at her in complete and total devastation because he doesn’t want her leaving him like this. But the confusion turns to admiration when she sits herself down on his lap, her arms looping around his neck and attacking his lips with her own, kissing him like her life depends on it because it does, it really, really does and she knows his life depends on it, too.

“I’m so fucking stupid.” He whines when they pull apart, his hands on her waist, squeezing them tight. “I hate what I did to you. It could have been us getting married today if I just realized how good I had it.” He presses his forehead against her chest, regret and guilt weighing down on him in such unfathomable ways. “I had it so good and I let it all go. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I know you are. You tell me everyday.”

He presses chaste kisses to her neck as her fingers dance in his hair, pressing him closer to her because nothing feels better than him laying all his love on her. This is how she wanted the night to end and it feels so good to be getting it now, this time for all the right reasons.

“I love you so much. You’re the best person in the world. Seriously. Nobody comes close.”

She giggles, pressing her cheek to the side of his head.

“Another thing you tell me everyday.”

“Because I mean it.”

What she loves most about Harry is that despite everything they’ve been through together, he always makes up for all the wrongs he’d done. He doesn’t take what they have for granted, or disregard any of the apologies or reassurances now that he’s won her back. No, he takes his time with her, shows her just how much he missed her in their three years apart and reminds her as much as he possibly can that he never plans on letting her go again.

He treats this the same way he’s been treating this since their first day back together, and it’s an indescribable feeling to be wanted so badly by him. He’s never given up on her, never made her take the blame for what happened, never stopped fighting for her trust. Even when he has it all, he needs to make sure he deserves it.

And oh, how much he does.

“Why don’t we go away for the next few days?”

His kisses come to a halt, his breath falling short for a few seconds before lifting his head up from her and meeting her gaze halfway.

“What?”

“Just you and me. We can turn our phones off and, you know, have a little honeymoon for us? We haven’t formally celebrated ourselves as a couple yet.”

His girl is full of endless surprises, catching him off guard in the most romantic ways possible. Because who else would sweep him off his feet and run away with him at the last minute, diving headfirst, completely fearless?

She wants a honeymoon with him. She wants early morning sunrises with bottomless mimosas with him, without the need for a wedding or vows or a white dress only worn to be taken off later. She wants the sleepless nights full of lovemaking in a honeymoon suite as long as it’s spent with him, and he hasn’t even gotten her a ring yet.

But one day, he will. One day, they really will have a honeymoon together that lasts much more than a few days, planned well in advance, with a ring so big she can barely lift her hand up. And it’s going to be with him, he’s absolutely sure of it.

“And where was my lovie thinking?” He smirks, fingers flicking at the collar of her t-shirt.

She hums, not knowing just yet, but positive on at least one thing.

“Somewhere far, far away.”

His smirk grows wider, his eyes wilder, ready to throw every obligation out the window because the only thing that matters is sitting right in front of him, right on top of him, and he’d sacrifice anything and everything just to keep her exactly where she is now.

The love of his life, the reason he lives, the core of his existence.

“Nothing could ever sound more perfect.”

[silversatoru]

i made this instead of doing my stacks of homework ^

step bro!itadori yuuji x f!reader

synopsis: i don’t think i even have to say this but you get stuck in a dryer and your step-brother yuuji fucks the shit out of you

t/w: 18+!!!, aged-up yuuji, stepcest, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, filming without consent, mild impact play, creampie, mild overstimulation, mild dumbification (but also reader is just dumb), mention of masturbation

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: hey!!! i joined this super fun collab hosted by my new gf @suna-reversed​ (thank u for letting me be a part of it!!) so if you enjoy this i highly recommend checking out the rest of the talented writers in this collab :) the jujutsuhub masterlist is here !! also,, biggest thank u my lovely friend @brandmeyelena for helping me to plan and perfect this fic throughout the entire process <333

you were a good daughter, certainty not the sharpest or the most intelligent, but you were helpful and compliant and you always did your chores. and you truly didn’t mind helping out around the house either; sweeping the floors and doing the dishes was easy enough, but there was one task that plagued you a bit more than the rest — doing the laundry. the buttons were just so confusing, and there were so many of them! and on top of that, your short stature made it nearly impossible to empty the fresh clothing out of your top-loaded dryer. 

you were struggling with that exact issue right now, pushing onto your tip-toes as you tried to reach that last pesky sock stuck at the bottom of the dryer. your finger tips brushed over the warm fabric, just an inch short of being able to snatch it into your hand.

you wiggled your hips a little further, your feet lifting off the floor and your weight shifting so you fell deeper into the dryer. you were finally able to grasp the sock, but you were unable to push yourself back out, feet swinging wildly as you tried to squirm your way out of the machine.

“hey, what are you doing?”

your face flushed at the sound of your step-brother’s voice coming from behind you, your senses becoming suddenly aware of how far your dress was riding up your thighs. a pitiful whimper of embarrassment slid past your lips as you realized you couldn’t even pull your dress down — you needed both hands to hold you up and prevent you from falling into the dryer. 

“ah! yuuji! ...i got stuck,” you pouted shamefully, thankful that you couldn’t see his face right now.

“again? isn’t this like... the third time?” he asked it like a genuine question, but you still felt stupid for getting stuck in the same predicament multiple times.

“mhm, can you help? please?” you whined at him, still wiggling your hips in a poor attempt to free yourself.

this only made your dress slide higher, the underside of your ass cheeks becoming prominently visible against the edge of the fabric. yuuji couldn’t help himself, gabbing his phone and snapping a few secret pictures of your exposed back-side. he planned to save those for later, maybe jack off to them if he was bored, but then a different idea flooded his head — you were no position to stop him from doing whatever he wanted right now.

he propped his phone up on top of one of the various laundry baskets, starting a video recording without your knowledge. then he waltzed back over, sliding a single finger under the fabric of your dress and tracing his finger around your round ass cheek. the sensation of touch made you flinch, your mouth gaping open as you fumbled over your next word.

“y-yuuji?” you stammered, trying to move away which only caused your ass to jiggle and shake more than it already was.

“shh, i’m helping,” he murmured, stroking his finger all the way down to your thigh.

he moved his other hand over your pretty cunt, the fabric of your panties hugging perfectly against your folds. he brushed two of his fingers up your clothed slit, causing you to yelp and continue to wriggle around.

“step-brother? what are you doing?” you continued to question him, your voice light and laced with confusion.

“i’ll help you get unstuck, but you have to repay me somehow, little sister,” he clicked his tongue at you, an evil grin that you couldn’t see stretching his lips.

he continued to poke and prod at your soft, clothed pussy, his mouth salivating as he imagined the things he could do to you in this position. every brush of his fingers coaxed gasps and whimpers from your lips, your worries and protests falling on deaf ears.

“y-you’re my brother, yuuji! w-we can’t do this!” you continued to argue, but his gentle fingers were starting to feel really good — small streams of fluid flowing out of your cunt and seeping into your panties.

“it seems like you want me to,” he observed, poking his finger at the small wet spot that was forming now, “and mom and dad won’t be home until later. no one will find out”.

you felt his strong hands weave their way underneath the straps of your undergarments, swiftly pulling them down your thighs and letting them dangle from your ankles. you sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of your wet cunt being exposed to the cool air, shifting your hips and filling yuuji’s head with more sinful ideas.

you couldn’t see anything (with your head still being stuck in the dryer) but you heard your brother’s own pants fall to the floor, a loud clank of his belt buckle against the tiles confirming your suspicions. everything about this felt so wrong, but at the same time, you’d always been shamefully attracted to yuuji — eyes lingering on his chiseled chest for a little too long when he walked around the house shirtless.

your head was swirling with thoughts like: would it really be that wrong if the two of you indulged in each other while no one was around? it’s not like you were actually blood related or anything.

on the other hand, yuuji had a one-track mind, and he wasn’t having any of the doubts that you were — he had a tendency to listen to his dick instead of his brain. and right now your round, plump ass was staring him in the face and begging to get fucked. how could he not take advantage of this opportunity?

he lifted his hand and gave a firm slap to your right ass check, earning a gasped yelp from you which made his dick twitch and strain. he mumbled under his breath, something along the lines of ‘i’ve always wanted to do that’ but it was kind of hard to hear from the depths of the dryer.

he’d used a reasonable amount of force, a puffy handprint forming on the surface on your skin. he decided that the other cheek should match, delivering another firm strike to the other side and watching you squirm and whimper at the impact.

he grabbed his phone and pulled it over for a few close ups, showing off the swollen skin to the camera. he then placed a finger at the front of your entrance, the puffy, slick walls sucking it in as he delivered a few warm-up strokes with his hand. the camera picked up on all the grotesque squelching noises made by his finger in your cunt, as well as the embarrassed yelps and moans leaving your lips.

now that you had two matching, swollen hand prints, and your pussy had been properly prepped, he decided he was ready for the main course. yuuji returned his phone to its spot on the laundry basket before grabbing a low stool from the corner of the room and setting it in front of the dryer so he could stand on it for easier access. his cock was red and veiny, begging for entrance into your tight cunt as he wrapped one hand around it to position himself.

you’d always imagined your step-brother’s dick to be lengthy, and your assumptions were proven correct when your felt a tight pressure in your core. his girthy size pushed and stretched at your walls, pained mewls leaking from between your teeth as you clawed at the bottom of the dryer.

yuuji let out a groan that was almost animalistic, throwing his head back and placing a firm grip on either side of your hips. the way your pitiful form was positioned on the dryer gave him excellent access, the curve of his dick allowing him to stretch you deep, reaching all the way to the spongy patch of tissue that made you feel so good.

a jumble of grotesque noises filled the room, a chorus your sloppy moans, yuuji’s pleasured grunts, and the steady slap of his hips on your ass. he’d imagined what this would be like more times than he could count — fucking himself into his fleshlight and mumbling your name while he did so. but no matter how many times he’d dreamed of this moment, he never expected your walls to be so tight — so perfectly snug around his cock.

“yuuji!” you repeated his name a few times, head so dazed from the overwhelming bliss that you’d forgotten all about the initial guilt you’d felt.

“see, i knew you’d like this, little sister. your big brother would never steer you wrong, would he?” he knew his words were manipulative, but god, you were much too dumb to understand or grasp the concept of manipulation — you’d just agree with him like you always do.

“no! he would never!” you whined, letting your head dip lower into the dryer so he could fuck you at an even better angle.

your messy cunt squelched and squeezed a small stream of juices down your thigh as he picked up a deeper, faster pace, your moans becoming higher and more unsteady in response. he could feel your sloppy walls fluttering and constricting against him, his fingertips digging deeper into your hips as he let out a few breathy moans.

the tip of his cock slammed into your pleasure spot with every stroke, voiding your brain of any cohesive thoughts you might have had hiding in there. you moaned and whimpered over and over, whining yuuji’s name like a mantra as drool spilled from your lips.

yuuji could almost imagine your perfectly fucked-out face — your eyes rolling into your head and your mouth hanging open lazily. he grunted at the thought, deciding that the next time he fucked you it was gonna be somewhere that he could watch your face and really enjoy the show — because there was definitely going to be a next time.

there was a tight coil forming in your stomach, building up more and more the longer that your step-brother railed himself into you from behind. you hardly even noticed how sore your hips were getting or how numb and tingly your legs were from being bent over the dryer, yuuji’s dick filling you up so well that those things became an afterthought.

after a few more pounds to your oozing cunt that hit deep enough to graze your cervix, you felt a heightened wave of pleasure begin to crash over your body. surges of the most blissful sensation you’d ever felt racked through your systems, your whines becoming borderline screams as yuuji fucked you through your orgasm.

the way your warm, messy walls fluctuated and gripped around his cock pushed him close to his own climax, but he wasn’t quite ready to be done with you yet. he continued to provide heavy, forceful thrusts, abusing your now sensitive cunt and moaning loudly as your juices squelched out around the edges of your entrance. the disgusting sounds of your fluids squeezing out around his cock nearly sent him over the edge again, but he was determined to ride this out for as long as he could.

“it’s too much!” you wailed between heavy breaths, every stroke sending jolts of overstimulation through your clit.

you wiggled and whined, legs clenching together in defense and causing your pussy to wrap even tighter around yuuji’s dick. the added pressure and increased pleasure was something he could no longer surpass, succumbing to his own orgasm just moments later.

“fuck, feels- too- fucking- good- shit,” he grunted a long string of mostly profanity, emptying his hot release into your caverns as you continued to cry out and whimper underneath him.

yuuji had fucked you even stupider than you already were, your head way too dazed for you to even realize he was filling your insides with warm, sticky semen. he milked his orgasm all the way through and then some, his cock aching and twitching by the time he finally pulled it out of your white-stuffed cunt.

he wrapped his toned arms around your waist, finally pulling you out of the dryer and attempting to stand you up. but between the lack of blood flow to your legs from being stuck, and the good fuck yuuji had just given you, your lower extremities were in no shape to hold you up. you sunk right to the floor, your messy pussy spilling everywhere and leaving puddles of fluid and semen.

“thanks for helping me get un-stuck, big brother,” you looked up at him with admiration, blissfully unaware of how he was using your utter stupidity to his advantage.

“of course, you want me to carry you to bed?” he gave you a sympathetic look, squatting down with his back to you.

you hummed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck and climbing onto his muscular back. he carried you down the hall and into your room, laying you down and handing you an old towel for you to clean yourself up with. you were a pitiful site, hazy eyes and an ignorant smile resting on your face as yuuji admired your damaged little cunt for a few more moments before returning to the laundry room.

he grabbed his phone and ended the video, thankful that you were much to oblivious to notice that it was recording the entire time. he was definitely going to hold onto the recording for safe keeping and later use — and shit, maybe he’d even upload it to pornhub and make a quick buck too.

[stardustedangel]

Red Light

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pairing || ransom drysdale x fem!reader

word count || 2.4k

summary || you and ransom have some fun in his car after you had been begging for some special attention

warnings || 18+ ; minors DNI ; teasing, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), finger sucking, car sex, semi-publix sex, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, hair pulling, slight degradation

author’s note || first fic in over two months so i’m nervous but hope everyone likes it <333 YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY PERMISSION TO RE-PUBLISH, TRANSLATE, OR TAKE ANY OF MY WORK.

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There you were, sitting in the passenger seat while your hands were fidgeting with the hem of your slip dress in a sad attempt to keep your hands off of the man driving. You glanced over at Ransom and clenched your thighs at the sight beside you.

Nostrils flared. Eyebrows furrowed. Bottom lip pulled between his teeth and two fingers were placed against his temple in an attempt to rub out his growing irritation. God, it was a sight to see. You tried to keep the small smile threatening to show as pride bubbled in your chest knowing that you were able to work up a reaction like this from him.

You knew you should’ve been embarrassed with what had happened in the last thirty minutes. Ransom and you had been at a bar drinking with some of his friends when you all but begged him to leave. He’d refused the first few times you had asked, throwing you an eye roll and telling you that you’d both leave with the next hour, but when your hand palmed at his subtle bulge under the table he dragged you to the car, but not without throwing his friends a half-hearted apology.

You’d been thinking of something to say. Maybe asking him where he was going as if you didn’t know. Just something to break the tension in the car—something that would hopefully end in him taking you over the hood of his car. It only took a few more seconds of rubbing your thighs together and mouth opening and closing time after time trying to force words out before a whimper tumbled its way out of your mouth. Your head fell against the headrest in embarrassment, but your thighs didn’t stop their movements.

Ransom’s eyes left the road for a split second to take in your hazy appearance, either from the alcohol or from how needy you were, and eyes shifting lower to see the way your dress was slowly slipping up each time your thighs shifted together.

Ransom’s eyes returned to the road as he let out a deep sigh. “What are you doing?” Thank god he said something.

You let out a frustrated whine, confused as to why Ransom was taking his sweet time on the road instead of fucking you the minute you two got into the car. You were even more annoyed that he wasn’t showing you attention while driving—no hands on you and only one gaze your way since he’s been driving.

“Waiting for you to do something,” you whined while your body slightly thrashed in the seat.

Ransom couldn’t stop the amused quirk of his eyebrow, “Oh?” Ransom halted the car when he saw the light flick to red and looked over at you lazily. “What exactly should I do, baby?”

“Fuck me,” you said bluntly with a whine trailing off at the end of your words.

You slid your left hand across the center console and set your hand on Ransom’s upper thigh. You squeezed lightly before trailing your hand to rest on his bulge, squeezing again all while making eye contact with Ransom. He twisted his face in mock sympathy, leaning over the console sweetly holding your hand that was placed over him. You were quick to lean into him, thinking he was going to finally give you what you want before he tossed your hand back into your own lap and started driving again when the light turned green.

You groaned and sunk further into your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. “Fucking tease.”

Ransom chuckled and rolled his eyes at your words. “That’s rich coming from you, baby.”

Truth be told, Ransom would have no problem fucking you in his car—maybe ever pulling over and bending you over the hood while he gave to you as good and hard as you always liked it, but where would the fun be in that? He loved watching the way you got yourself worked up all night, trying desperately to drag Ransom away from his friends so he’d touch you or give you anything. And he loved seeing you squirm in the seat of his car, practically dripping onto the seat. Ransom was willing and looking forward to seeing how far you’d take things.

“I can’t wait till we get home. Can we do something now, please? I just,” you cut yourself off when you let out a desperate sigh, “I can’t wait, Ransom.”

Though his eyes were still focused on the road you pouted up towards him. Putting on your most innocent, pleading expression you could and leaning in towards him. His eyes left the road to connect with your bright ones, feeling a small part inside of him twinge in pity. A bigger part of him felt pride, amusement, and all and all—need.

Ransom saw the way you were eyeing his bulge and his mouth quirked up in a smirk as he relaxed further into his seat. “You have until we get home, kitten. Better make it quick.”

You squealed in excitement. Hands sliding over the center console and working on the button and zipper of Ransom’s pants, hand reaching beneath his underwear to pull his cock out. You didn’t know how long you’d have till the two of you would be home, but you figured choking on his cock was a good way to pass the time.

Your right hand worked over the bright red tip, smearing his precum around. Your hand left his cock for a split second to spit into it before returning and working your hand up and down. Ransom let out a low groan, grip tightening around the wheel as your own tightened around him.

You barely paid attention to the reactions that you were getting out of Ransom, instead choosing to focus on the movements on your hand. With each pull upward your thumb rubbed over his tip. After a couple of minutes, you leaned your head down to lick his tip, then dragged your tongue down to lick the underside of his cock. Ransom let out a shaky breath, hand coming to rest on your head and thread through your hair, not pulling or tugging, just simply resting there.

You finally took him down your throat, mouth wide and eyes closed as you reveled in the feeling of some of your needs being satiated. You always loved taking Ransom down your throat; having him use you any way he liked. Your left hand grasped onto his thigh while your right continued to work over the parts of him that you couldn’t take down your throat.

“Oh, fuck,” Ransom quietly let out, but you still heard it. You moaned in response and Ransom’s hips quickly thrust up, eliciting a gag from you. You kept your mouth on him, but only quickened your pace.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth is so warm. Fuck- feels so good.”

Your mouth came down harder and quicker, taking him down your throat even further, taking pleasure in every sound that Ransom made. Ransom shuddered above and had to make a conscious effort to slow down the car. He hadn’t noticed how hard his foot was pressed down on the gas pedal until he was forced to slow to a red light. He was grateful that it was only him and a couple of other cars on the road.

Ransom’s grip then tightened in your hair, pulling you up and down faster as he continued fucking your mouth. He was chasing his high and all you could do was wait for him to come down your throat. As he chased his high, your hand moved back towards yourself and under your dress, rubbing your clit through your lace panties before shoving two fingers into your pussy. Ransom took notice of this and his hand left your hair, yet his thrusts never ceased. He spanked your ass that was arched high in the air as you played with yourself, making you moan and jolt forward.

“Playing with yourself while taking me down your throat? You’re such a dirty girl, fuck. Such a dirty girl letting me fuck this warm mouth right here.” Ransom’s words spurred you on, making your cunt clench. He spanked your ass again, noticing you getting closer to your high.

“Fuck, kitten. That’s right. Come all over those pretty, little fingers. Be my good girl.” You moaned against his cock and your hips started to rock over your own fingers.

It only took a few more rolls of your hips for you to come, whimpering and loaning on Ransom’s cock while he palmed at your ass. Ransom pulled you off him with a pop. “Ransom,” you whined up at him needily. Eyes glassy and lips red and swollen. He took a firm grip on your jaw, pulling your mouth onto his, tongues moving over one another’s before pulling away.

Ransom’s previous plans of driving home had been long abandoned. He quickly put the car in park, not caring that he had just stopped fully at the light—not like there were any cars around anyways. Ransom looked at you with a smirk on his face. “Change of plans,” he grabbed your waist and swung you into his lap, “I’m gonna give you exactly what you want right now.”

You moaned and started to rut against Ransom’s cock the moment you were settled in his lap. His head teased your folds as he pulled your panties to the side and used his right hand to move the car seat back. When the seat jerked you gasped and pulled at the collar of Ransom’s shirt eagerly. “Fuck me, please, Ransom. Need it so bad.”

“Don’t worry, kitten,” Ransom lined himself up at your entrance and placed his hands on your hips before looking at you with a mockingly sweet look in his eyes, “I got you.”

Ransom then thrust up into you the same moment he pushed you down onto him. You cursed loudly at the feeling of being stretched out so deliciously. The feeling you had been waiting for all night was finally here and your body moved quicker than your mind did as you started to ride Ransom.

Your hands settled on Ransom’s shoulders while his fell to your hips fastening your pace. His nails were biting into your skin leaving crescent-shaped marks that you were sure you were going to see the next day. His head tipped back and his mouth fell open at how warm and tight you felt around him.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me. Can’t wait to come in this tight, little cunt, baby.”

You sobbed and threw your head back when the head of his cock hit the special place inside of you that had you squirming. You could already feel your next orgasm building from your last and started to pull at the collar of Ransom’s shirt desperately. You looked at him with dark, lust-blown eyes and whimpered. “Ransom,” you gasped and swallowed in an attempt to get the words out, “kiss me.”

Ransom was quick to wrap his hand around your neck and pull you into him. Your lips slid together as his tongue slipped into your mouth and played with yours. His hand on your neck tightened and as the kiss continued you were slowly becoming light-headed. Everything felt like too much yet not enough at the same time. Each time you wanted to pull away from the pleasure you were only further encouraged by yourself to dive in deeper.

Ransom's tongue licked over your bottom lip as he pulled away and used his grip on your throat to bounce you harder onto him as his hips thrust in time to meet your movements. His hand previously on your hip went to play with your neglected, throbbing clit and that sent your upper body curling into Ransom.

“Ransom! F-fuck, I’m gonna come.” Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling at the strands as he groaned at your touch, and your face rested in the crook of his neck. Your mouth latched onto his neck, sucking and nipping marks that you hoped would last for days.

“Come for me, kitten. I’m right behind you.”

You quickly came undone around Ransom, clenching around his and hands tightening onto the tufts of hair between your fingers. Your hips rolled against his wanting to ride out your orgasm as long as you could. Ransom helped you along as his fingers circled and played with your clit as you came. Seconds later both of Ransom’s hands returned to your waist to bring you down onto him one last time as he crashed into his own climax. He mumbled your name over and over as he rode out his own high.

The two of you finished riding your highs out and your bodies were sat close together, exhausted and sweaty. When you had enough energy to move you sat up and threw Ransom a tired, but bright grin. He returned a smug grin of his own, hand coming to guide your face to his to place lazy kisses onto your lips. They weren’t as heated and desperate as before, but the passion was still there as the two of you lazily kissed.

Ransom separated from you and moved your body upwards slightly to pull himself out of you. He cockily admired the way his cum dripped out of you and used his fingers to push it back into you. He adjusted your panties back over yourself and tapped your thigh teasingly as he finished. Ransom pressed a kiss onto your collarbone and carefully maneuvered you back into your seat. “Let’s get you home. Alright, baby?”

You hummed and slumped back into your seat with a dopey grin on your face, your body feeling fully relaxed and your mind completely fucked out. “Yes, sir,” you said in a teasing manner.

“Oh, one more thing,” you said quietly and shuffled in your seat slightly as you beckoned Ransom to lean over the center console towards you. He did and let out a low 'yes, baby?’ as he did. You lined your lips up to his ear and giggled to yourself.

“The light’s green,” you whispered with a cheeky smile. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before settling back fully into your seat and bringing the seatbelt over your body, eyes closing in content. Ransom could only shake his head at you with a stupid, grin on his face as a breathy comment of ‘brat’ left his lips before he was buckling up himself and putting the car in drive, ready to leave the light that the two of you had been sitting at.

You giggled at his next teasing words and bit your lip in excitement. “Don’t get too tired, baby. You’re gonna wanna be up and ready for round two.”

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[doctorstethoscope]

Yes, Mr. President || Back to Work

art by @multiverse-mxdness

hope ur all having a good week and breathing easier now that our man is alive <333

story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.

Read previous chapters of this fic here!

contains: hospitals, discussion of death, stitches

wordcount: 2.4k

Later that evening, Rossi has headed home and Haley went back to her sister’s place to tuck Jack into bed before she spent the night in the hospital. Aaron insists that she doesn’t have to, and tells you the same when you offer, so you know it’s more about his own resistance to being taken care of than it is about any anger he’s still holding towards Haley. So typical, you think to yourself. But you know that Haley will care for him regardless. It brings you some small measure of comfort.

“There’s not enough room to pace in here,” Aaron remarks from his bed.

“I’m sorry, Mr. President?” You ask.

“There’s not enough room for your circles. You can go pace in the hallway, if you’d like. I’m not going to evaporate,” he tells you.

“These days, I’ll take any opportunity to look at you that I can get. Circles or no circles,” you confess genuinely.

“You okay?” He asks, his face turned a little further down than his usual unamused look, his eyes reading you the way they’ve always been able to. You duck your head shyly under his enamored scrutiny.

“You were just shot,” you remind him, a deflection.

“And all the best doctors in the country have checked on me roughly every fifteen minutes for the past ten days. Has anybody checked on you, angel?”

“I’m okay,” you say.

“Don’t lie. Not to me. Not anymore. That’s not who we are,” he commands you gently. “You’re sitting up in bed having a conversation with me. So I’m going to be okay. Really,” you say, convincing him a little bit more this time.

“Come here,” Aaron says, scooting to the side of the mattress and tapping the empty space.

“Aaron–”

“The doctor’s won’t be rounding again for another two hours. Haley’s not due back for at least 45 minutes. Come sit with me for a minute. It will make my head feel better.”

The last part is a lie, but you indulge him anyways, slipping your shoes off before gingerly laying next to him. The bed’s not big enough for two, but you don’t care.

“I’ve been thinking about Vermont a lot lately,” you whisper, and he smiles.

“Yeah, me too,” he tells you.

“I should have let you take me, on Haley’s birthday. We should have run away. We still could,” you suggest.

Aaron sighs, and you hate it immediately— you hate that you’ve made him the one who needs to console you, in the midst of all of this.

“Soon, my love. Not now, but someday soon.”

“Someday,” you agree, knowing that soon is really a stretch, and not one you’re willing to admit to yet.

“Someday, this will all be over, and the two of us will be the most crazily in-love private citizens this country has ever known,” Aaron smiles at you lazily. “But right now we have a job to do, and that job is to remind the world that America doesn’t bow to terrorists. That their President, the man they elected, doesn’t run and hide in the face of the forces that threaten Democracy. So this time, I’ll go back to work.”

“Yes, Mr. President. Let’s get to work.”

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You’d be lying if you said it didn’t give you some level of sick pleasure to watch Strauss’s personal assistant’s face drop when she saw the President approaching the Oval Office. To the outside world, Aaron was the Commander in Chief once again– he was in his typical suit, walking around greeting people as if he’d never left. His face is still a little cut up, but he’s undoubtedly himself, and undoubtedly the President.

Of course, none of them could see the puckered, angry scars that you’d dressed this morning. None of them could see how his bruised ribs put additional pressure on his lungs. And none of them could see the extra half second it took Aaron to remember a few staff member’s names, much to his chagrin.

You give Aaron’s arm a squeeze, gently encouraging him to push the frustration aside as he places his hand over the doorknob to let himself into the Oval. He flicks you with the barest flash of a smile before barging in on Strauss’s cabinet meeting.

“Morning folks, sorry to interrupt,” he says, not sounding the least bit sorry as the cabinet members all rise from their seats. “What are we working on?”

“Mr. President,” Erin, says, sufficiently flustered. “How wonderful that you’re up and active.”

“It’s good to be back,” he agreed.

“Well. we were just about done here,” Erin says, dismissing the members of the cabinet with a meaningful glare. You peek over one of the secretary's shoulders– the letter requesting President Hotchner’s removal was left unsigned. You could almost laugh.

“Mr. President, I’ll leave you to get settled,” Erin says. “Should I expect to see you in the East Sudan briefing with the joint chiefs this afternoon? I understand if—”

“I’ll be there,” he cuts Strauss off, and she nods politely before leaving.

He lowers himself hastily into his chair as soon as she leaves, takes a few deep breaths– the walk from the car to the desk has winded him, just as the doctor promised.

“You’re okay, Aaron, just breathe,” you tell him as you pour him a glass of water. Rossi and Haley emerge a moment later from the door connecting Rossi’s office to Aaron’s.

“You did it!” Haley gushes as Aaron pulls at his tie.

“I need a fresh shirt,” he pants. “Have Edie send one up for me, please.”

“Why don’t we get you up to bed, Mr. President?” Rossi says.

“I can’t, I have to be in the situation room this afternoon for the joint chief’s briefing.”

“Aaron, you did it, you’re back,” Haley tells him. “You’re the President. You have nothing to prove.”

“Until Erin puts a letter on my desk accepting my reinstatement, I have everything to prove,” he argues, shedding his coat feverishly.

“Careful, Aaron, your stitches,” you remind him.

“Have I thanked you for that, by the way?” Aaron says to Haley, as if he hadn’t even heard you. “For setting the press on me like a bloodhound and forcing me out of the hospital before I could heal? Thank you,” he spits out. “I can’t show any weakness.”

“This isn’t a show of weakness, Mr. President. You were shot, and you made a miraculous recovery,” you remind him.

“No one expects you to spend 5 hours in a military briefing,” Rossi agrees.

“Erin is dancing around the fire. She’s not going to stop until my head is on a stick. People need to see me being the Commander-in-Chief of the armed forces, not her. So will someone please bring me a clean shirt?” He booms.

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You don’t have the security clearance to join the President in the Situation Room, but you’re far too anxious to leave the White House grounds. Rossi, luckily, was able to get you an empty office down the hall from the communications bullpen. You pass Ashley’s old office, covered with flowers and tributes and pictures. It wrenches at your heart, and you feel even guiltier for the grateful thought that passes through you for the fact that it wasn’t Aaron.

You shut the door to your office behind you, and collapse into your chair, feeling overwhelmed and under stimulated all at once. There’s not much to do— you’re not technically on the staff, here, just lending a hand. If Aaron had been able to hold a pen before this morning, he surely would have already filled out the forms necessary for your reinstatement, but you weren’t exactly sure if that was what you wanted.

You think back to the conversation you’d had with Aaron before he was shot, to telling him that it would look better if you hadn’t been working for him up until the moment you went public about your relationship, and laugh a little. It was still true, but you didn’t know how much you cared about that, now. But that was just it— any desire you had to stay was born out of a need to helicopter, as if you could prevent something like this from happening again. It wasn’t what was best for the White House, it wasn’t what was best for Aaron and it wasn’t what was best for you. You sighed. You’d convinced yourself, but Aaron would be a tougher sell. You spend a few hours catching up on the news you missed while Aaron was in the hospital, then checking the headlines for reactions to his return to work. Your brain is absolutely fried.

You pulled out your phone and called Morgan.

“Hey, mama. How you holding up?” He says into the phone.

“I’m okay,” you tell him. It doesn’t really cover it, but what are you supposed to say? “How are you all? I know I haven’t checked in as often as I should have.”

“You’ve been a little busy,” he reminds you. “We’re okay. We’ve got everything under control, you don’t have to worry about us.”

“I feel bad. I’m the boss, and I disappeared.”

“The man that you love was shot four times, cupcake. If the situation were reversed, quite frankly, I don’t know if I even would have called to check in. You might never have heard from me again.”

“Don’t say that,” you tease with a little smile. “You’re not allowed to disappear on me.”

“I’d check on you. Not on work though,” he amends.

“I guess that’s fair,” you laugh.

“How is he?” Morgan asks.

“He’s a walking, talking miracle,” you answer with a sardonic little chuff.

“Oh, man. That sounds like a story,” Morgan prods you.

“He’s so stubborn,” you groan, and Morgan laughs.

“This feels like years’ worth of venting that’s about to come out,” he guesses.

“Well, it’s true that he’s always been like this,” you agree. “It’s considerably more concerning when he’s supposed to be in a hospital bed but he insists on taking a military briefing instead.”

“Can I say something?” Morgan asks.

“Of course,” you tell him.

“You would be the exact same way. You two absolutely deserve each other,” He tells you, and it strikes a pang of longing through your heart even as Morgan laughs at his own joke.

There’s a knock at the door and it brings you back to reality. “Morgan, I gotta let you go.

Talk soon,” you assure him before hanging up, and Rossi lets himself in.

“Is everything okay?” Your anxiety peaks in an instant.

“He’s fine, just an obstinate asshole,” Rossi assures you.

“Oh, so, back to his normal self, then,” you tease with a little smile.

“I need you to talk some sense into him,” Rossi explains, gesturing for you to follow him into the hallway.

“What’s going on?”

“Haley came to me, and I tried to stop it, but… he’s being very Hotch about it. He wants to do a press conference. He’ll look okay on TV, but—”

“But what?” You ask as the two of you turn a corner.

“He’s supposed to be in a hospital bed and he’s been working all day, kiddo,” Rossi reminds you. “I don’t know if he’ll last on his feet for more than thirty seconds. You have to shut this down,” he tells you.

You sigh. Stupid, stupid man. Taking a few steps ahead of Rossi, you swing the door open to the Oval, finding Aaron hunched over a document in intense concentration, green highlighter in hand.

“Mr. President, I hear you’re making people very nervous,” you say lightly, not wanting to come down too harsh– the man was worried about enough.

“Rossi sent you?” He asks, looking up from his memo.

“It may not be wise to answer questions on live TV in your condition, stubborn boy,” you advise, coming around behind the desk.

“It may not be wise, but that’s what I’m going to do,” He says smugly, like he isn’t one wayward sneeze away from an infection that would rack his already weak body.

“Mind telling me why?” You ask, placing a hand on the back of his chair and craning your neck to read his memo over his shoulder— another East Sudan update. He’s sweating– you reach into his breast pocket for his handkerchief and dab at his brow. His eyes flutter shut.

“It’s like you said,” he tells you. “I’m stubborn.”

You take a moment to admire the planes of his face as he sits there, chin angled up towards you and eyes closed peacefully. His lashes sit daintily against his face, the worn-in lines temporarily relaxing under your touch.

“You almost died,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him.

“Yes,” he whispers.

“Don’t do it again,” you warn him.

“Okay,” he agrees.

You sigh. He’s so clearly exhausted, you can see the regret he feels for even closing his eyes at all painted across his face. You lean down and kiss him, and it’s life-affirming for both of you.

“You can’t do this press conference. You’re not strong enough, not yet,” you tell him.

“I’m doing the press conference,” he repeats, firm in his conviction even if his voice is weak.

“Tell me why, Mr. President. Tell me why it’s so important to you.”

He draws in a deep breath. “This is my office. I’m the President of the United States. They can shoot me if they want to, but I’m not going anywhere. Because the people of this country elected me to this office, and they deserve to see me and to know that I am in charge,” he tells you.

As much as you hate to admit it, he’s right. It all falls into place. And it’s important to him– so it’s important to you, too. There’s a knock at the door, and Rossi lets himself in.

“So?” He asks, looking between the two of you.

“He’s going to do the press conference. Live. And he’ll be taking questions,” you tell Rossi, and he shoots you a look, but you hold firm.

“And it’s going to be great,” Aaron adds.

“And it’s going to be great,” you agree.

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[peachycheol]

| lost in translation |

➸ summary: jeonghan asks you to translate some of his fans’ comments, but you hadn’t expected them to be so... dirty.  ➸ genre: pwp  ➸ pairing: idol!jeonghan x english-speaking friend!reader ➸ warning: dirty talk, oral sex (m. and fem. receiving), face fucking, deep throating, cum swallowing <333, **the italicized comments are in english**  ➸ w.c: 2.6k

➸ author’s note: hi i’m alive!! i’m so sorry to have kept you all waiting for so long, but i kinda just lost my mojo for a little bit 😔  but worry not- i have experienced a reawakening and i am now more of a whore than ever so hopefully i can get back to posting more. i have a lot i have planned out, but i wanted to get a quick fic out to y’all as a BIG THANK YOU bc i reached so many milestones while i was gone 🥺 🥰 💕  i love you guys and i’m really glad ppl are reading my fics haha

this fic is based on the infamous jeonghan gym video, y’all know the one (thank you to @haechanblr​ for reminding me of it and helping me with this fic i love u so much!!). i was actually in the middle of writing this when hoshi decided to post his own gym video and PHEW. JEEZ. I’M STILL RECOVERING. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this one bc i really enjoyed writing it 💖 🍑 

[ foreversvt ] commented: I AM ON MY KNEES  [ yoon1004 ] commented: is it jeonghan’s birthday or is it mine [ happy bday angel! ] commented: YOON JEONGHAN ???? [ twinkluvr69 ] commented: grrr wanna slurp those noodle arms like spaghetti 

You continue scrolling through the comments left underneath the video, trying to keep your face composed as you come across more and more explicit reactions from fans all over the world. Seokmin had uploaded the video to Weverse as an innocent birthday prank for Jeonghan, but he probably had not anticipated just how horny their fans could get over a seemingly harmless video of Jeonghan doing some leg presses. To be fair to the fans though, you yourself had watched the clip several times and you would be lying if you didn’t say you were… affected.��

“Well? What are they saying?” Jeonghan leans over to watch you scroll, and you are acutely aware of the warmth of his arm pressing against yours. The two of you are sitting on the floor of  your living room with your backs resting against your couch, hanging out after a small birthday dinner with some of his other friends. As one of Jeonghan’s english-speaking friends, he had asked you to help him translate some of his birthday wishes before his day ended, though you’re not sure how to tell him that his fans are not exactly sending in wholesome professions of love. 

Instead, you decide to try giving him some tamer versions in the hopes of satisfying him before you get to anything too blunt. “This user says you have noodle arms, but I think they like it so it’s okay.” 

“Hey! I’ve been trying my best to get thicker, but not all of us can be born beefed up like Seungcheol.” 

“You asked me what they said!” you laugh. “Most of these are just birthday messages anyway-- I’m sure you don’t need me to translate ‘Happy birthday, I love you!’ a thousand times.” 

“Yeah, obviously I understand the more common phrases, but there’s so many that I don’t understand today for some reason!” Jeonghan huffs, then points to a comment that you had purposefully hid under your thumb. “Like okay, what’s that one say?” 

[ seungcheolswife ] commented: wow the way this video made my pussy clench,,,, 

“Uh,” you start, already feeling your ears go warm. Should you just lie? It’s not like he would be able to tell, right? You and Jeonghan are close, but not so close that you can just say these things to him. Especially when this comment may be hitting a little too close to home for you. Even now, you remember the bolt of arousal that shot to your pussy the moment you  heard Jeonghan’s first grunt of effort. You bite your lip. No, Jeonghan really didn’t need to know about that. “I-it says something like ‘you made their heart flutter’.”

“Wait.” Jeonghan takes a moment to scan your face before his eyes narrow at you suspiciously. You give him your best innocent smile, but you already know he’s caught you. You had always been a shitty liar. “What does it really say? Is it bad?”

You sigh. Of course he hadn’t bought it. “No, it’s not bad. I just don’t know if you want to hear stuff like this…” 

“Well now I have to know. Tell me exactly what it says.” 

“E-exactly?” You meet Jeonghan’s stern gaze and you know that there’s no convincing him otherwise. What Jeonghan wants, Jeonghan gets. “I-it says that the video made their p-pussy clench.”

After several beats of silence, you look over to Jeonghan to see he is completely unaffected by the comment. Or maybe he is. His eyes glint mischievously in the light when he responds.  “I said exactly, baby. Try again.” 

Your whole body feels hot under his smug, expectant gaze; you should be surprised by the sudden pet name, but it only makes your mind fuzzy with the beginnings of arousal. You swallow thickly, unable to disobey him. “T-this video made m-my pussy clench.” 

“So naughty… Just this short clip has your cute little pussy all needy,” Jeonghan clicks his tongue, but a knowing grin spreads on his lips. His words have you shifting in your seat in an attempt to relieve the dull ache setting in between your legs, though you don’t dare let it on. It’s clear Jeonghan is playing a game with you, and although you know you’re going to lose, you’ll be damned if you let him win so easily. “Let’s read some more, hm? Translate this one for me.”

[ daddy_hannie ] commented: omg i bet jeonghan makes the hottest sounds when he’s fucking 

The comment he scrolls to nearly makes you whimper. It’s embarrassing how clearly you can recall the sound of each of his low groans coming through the screen, how sexy he sounded. Images of Jeonghan on top of you, his eyebrows furrowed as he grits out desperate groans of pleasure, leave you in a daze while your panties quickly dampen with your arousal. 

“Go on.” Jeonghan’s firm tone only makes you squirm more, and this time he takes note of the way your breathing has gone shallow and how your eyes are already hazy. 

“I bet Jeonghan makes the hottest sounds when he’s fucking,” you say softly. 

Jeonghan chuckles, his breath tickling against your neck. “Now you’re just making me blush, sweetheart. I bet you’d make some pretty noises when I’m fucking into you too,” he muses casually. You finally let out a soft whine, tired of holding your breath as he moves to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“J-jeonghan…” 

“Hm, I think we should read a couple more,” the boy says, ignoring you and scrolling through more of the comments. You pout - your wetness has already soaked through your panties, your cunt just aching for his attention, but of course Jeonghan isn’t done teasing you. 

You’re wondering how long it will take for him to finally push your back to the floor and fuck you senseless when you spot a comment that might help you get you what you want quicker. ”I want to read this one,” you tell him, already rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. 

[ ~hanniehae!~ ] commented: god i KNOW your dick is big like PLEASE I WANNA SUCK UR DICK SO BAD

He raises an amused eyebrow at you, and you wait for him to stop you, biting back a smile when he doesn’t. You make sure to look him in the eyes when you say it, his own dark eyes telling you that he’s impatient for you too, and you nearly let it out in a whine from how much you mean it. “Please Jeonghan… I want to suck your dick so bad.” 

For a sliver of a  moment, Jeonghan goes rigid. Then, his smug smile returns as he brings up a thumb to tug on your bottom lip. “Mmm, such a pretty mouth saying such filthy words,” he sighs, shaking his head. “If you wanted to put it to good use, all you had to do was ask, baby.” 

Jeonghan chuckles at how eagerly you follow him as he moves to sit on the couch behind you, keeping his hold on your chin so that you keep your eyes on his. He has you kneel between his legs and you don’t waste any time in reaching for the button and zipper on his jeans. 

The man helps you tug his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock springing back against his stomach. Of course it’s pretty just like the rest of him. “You’ve been teasing me all this time, but you’re already this hard?” you whisper tauntingly as you lean forward to ghost your lips over the base of his shaft. 

Jeonghan’s shaky exhale does not go unnoticed by you, but his response comes out smooth as ever. “Could you blame me? You just looked so cute getting all worked up from saying all those dirty things about me. I bet your little panties are soaked through by now-- guh!” He lets out a surprised groan when you suddenly flatten your tongue against him, letting it drag slowly up to his tip. 

“You talk too much.” You look up at him with a smile before you wrap your lips around his leaking tip, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. Teasingly, you swirl your tongue against his slit until you feel his hand thread through your hair, as though he’s begging you for more. You decide to be nice, lowering your mouth further down his cock, letting him feel the slide of your wet tongue on his sensitive skin. 

A soft sigh leaves his lips at the sensation, pleasantly carding his fingers through your hair as you take as much of him as you can. “That’s it. Good girl.”

His praise has you clenching around nothing, and you whine as you steadily begin to bob your head along his hard cock, reveling in how he would let out small whimpers whenever you would lightly suckle on it. 

Just as he gets used to the feeling of your mouth on him, you suddenly take him as deep as you can into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks tightly around his cock. “Oh, f-fuck!” Jeonghan lets out a strangled moan, his hips lifting from the couch to fuck further into your mouth. 

You feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, but it only spurs you on even more as you swallow around him, causing him to throw his head back in ecstasy. At this point, a dull ache starts setting in your jaw and drool begins to messily slip from the corners of your mouth as you return to sucking him at a more steady pace, and you feel your pussy throb from how dirty it all felt. Though you and Jeonghan did flirt occasionally, he had always felt off-limits to you-- he’s an idol and you’re just one of his normal-person friends. But here you are with his cock in your mouth, all thanks to the horny thoughts of his fans no less. 

To their credit, they were right. Jeonghan does make the hottest sounds while fucking. He lets out another throaty groan from above you and, unexpectedly, he pulls you off his cock. His pupils are blown wide with desire, his chest heaving slightly as he looks at the state you’re in with your swollen lips and the drool on your chin. “Can I fuck your mouth?” he asks breathlessly. 

“Yes please,” you reply, voice already a little hoarse from your efforts. You shift back on your knees to make room for Jeonghan when he stands, opening your mouth obediently when he moves to slide his cock back onto your tongue. Jeonghan tightens his grip on your hair, keeping you still as he starts to fuck into your mouth with quick, shallow thrusts. “Mmh!”

“Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good, baby,” Jeonghan sighs appreciatively. You bring your hands up to grip at the backs of his thighs to keep yourself steady when his thrusts become a little more erratic, causing you to gag around him as his cock continues to hit the back of your throat. Still, all your focus remains on hearing more of Jeonghan’s pleasured groans, on seeing his face scrunch up in absolute bliss, so you keep your mouth open wide despite the tears that prick at your eyes. When Jeonghan looks down at you taking his cock, eyes glazed over and fucked out, he curses loudly. “Shit-- can I come in your mouth?” 

Unable to speak with your mouth stuffed full, you cutely give him a thumbs up. Jeonghan would have laughed if he wasn’t so close to cumming. With several more thrusts, he cries out a strained warning before his hot release fills your mouth. He rides out his orgasm, twitching in your hold as his pleasure bleeds into oversensitivity. Once he’s pulled out, you make sure to stick your tongue out so he can see how his cum coats your tongue right before you swallow it all down; all he can do is smile thinking about how he really should have fucked you sooner. 

“So good for me,” Jeonghan says to you softly, helping you up to your feet so that he can pull you into a heated kiss full of tongue and whimpers. You desperately grip onto Jeoghan’s shirt, pressing your body against him in search for some sort of relief for the arousal that is pumping through you and straight to your neglected pussy. He can’t help but smile against your lips. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you now.” 

You let him lead you to sit on the couch-- this time you are the one sitting on the edge of the cushions with Jeonghan’s head between your legs. He slides a hand over your clothed core, humming when he finds that you really have soaked straight through your panties. Just as you begin to squirm underneath his teasing fingers, he strips you of both your leggings and underwear in one swift movement, leaving you bare before him. 

The sight of him pushing your legs apart is enough to leave you in a daze. Your breath catches when you feel cool air brushing against your inner thighs, slick with your wetness, then it all comes out in a whine when you feel Jeonghan’s velvet tongue swipes at the spot for a taste. “O-oh!” a cry slips from your lips once his tongue finally slides through your folds. “Mmh!” 

“Does it feel good?” Jeonghan whispers, not bothering to wait for a proper answer because your broken moans tell him to keep going. He spreads your lips open with his fingers, eating you out slowly and deliberately as though he is savoring his favorite meal.

The room is filled with your soft whimpers and the lewd sounds of Jeonghan’s mouth working against your pussy and it only tightens the pressure in your stomach, causing your toes to curl. “P-please-- please let me cum,” you rasp out, and your eyes roll to the back, your hand clutching tightly at the back of Jeonghan’s head, at the feeling of his tongue flattening against your clit. “Ngh! Y-yes!” 

He skillfully flicks his tongue on your bud, shaking his head back and forth until his chin is absolutely covered in your juices. When your hips begin to move of their own accord, he lets you ride his face as you please, his cock twitching at how desperate you are for him. “S-so good,” you sob, only able to mutter unintelligible nonsense in your delirium. Then, he wraps his mouth around your clit, and you’re left squealing as your legs begin to shake from how obscenely good it feels. “Shit, I-- I’m--!” 

You come undone with a loud cry of Jeonghan’s name, your body going rigid from how hard your orgasm hits you. Jeonghan takes it all, his eyes closed as he works you through your release, only letting up when you slump away from him.

The both of you finally look at each other properly in the aftermath, chests heaving and hair wild. Suddenly you’re both erupting in giggles at the realization of what you two had just done. “What are you looking at?” Jeonghan asks, eyes bright as he smiles handsomely up at you. 

You reach down to swipe your thumb against his chin, which is still shining with your cum, barely able to contain your giggles. “Who’s got the dirty mouth now?”

[apricotgojo]

babe u better write a part three or something because we’re waiting-

ALSO IT’S BEEN SO GOOD WTF?? SO PROUD

sooo sorry for the long wait but here is PART THREE!  Thank you guys so much for the support, It makes me so happy that you like this mini series :’))) 

of course, here is Part one and Part Two ! <333

There he was, in the arms of another. There he was, his lips which should be on yours, on someone elses.

There you were, standing heartbroken at the scene before you.

You meet up with him the same night. A frown evident on your face the whole car ride until he stops the car in a parking lot and looks at you.

“You’ve been silent all night. Are you going to tell me what happened before we go to this party or are you going to be a moody little bitch?” His tone was stern and his words were like knives going through your heart.

“Where were you today?” You ask, still not looking at him.

He lets out a chuckle, “babe, I told you I had lacrosse practice.”

“I saw you at the mall with Delilah, Trevor.” You say, now looking at him, anger filling your body. “I saw you kiss her.”

He stares at you for a moment, you can see his face turn a slight red even in the dim light of his car. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Tears start to run down your face without you even realising. “I’m not fucking stupid Trevor! I-It was you, you kissed her a-and-“

“Hey baby please stop crying, who told you this? Your stupid friends? You’re kind of acting crazy right now.” He says cupping our face, a small, false, smile on his face while you try not to hyperventilate too much. “It doesn’t matter what you saw or what you didn’t. what matters is that I’m here and I love you okay? I’m with you right now because you’re the only one I want. Understand?”

You gulp and nod. Maybe it’s just one kiss, maybe your eyes were deceiving you. Maybe you were too infatuated by him to even function properly and get the fuck out of there. His heart is in the right place. That’s what you thought to yourself.

That’s what you thought to yourself even when you saw him make out with another girl at the party.

His heart is in the right place.

That’s what you told yourself while you sobbed in the bathroom.

His heart is in the right place.

That’s what you told your friends when they were concerned about what happened.

No. He cheated on you. He cheated on you and guess what you did? Held hands with him and pretended like everything was okay. You didn’t want to lose him. You didn’t want to leave.

You put a fake smile on every time you went out with him and when you got home you spent the rest of your night sobbing in bed.

You’re father asked you whats wrong. Why you weren’t eating. why you never smiled anymore at home. You’re the most precious thing in his life. His princess. He just had to know what was wrong and there you were, crying at the dinner table.

“But it’s okay daddy,” You sniffled. “I forgave him, he’ll change, he loves me.” You’re so naïve.

Your father was angry but didn’t say a word.

Two weeks later you were crying again but this time, at Trevors funeral.

You were so clueless. “It was just a car accident.”

“Drunk driving.”

“no I heard he took some real hardcore drugs before getting in his car.”

“Poor soul, so young.”

You heard people whisper at the ceremony.

No one could know that your father was the one who killed him.

Your father killed him. Your father killed him. Your father killed him.

“Wake up ma belle.” You heard a whisper.

You open your eyes and the night sky is above you, a few stars freckled here and there.

Your head aches but you manage to turn your head to the side, greeted by the sight of Chat Noir.

“What happened?” You ask, groggily.

You sit up and rub your head. Where did this cat take you? It seemed to be a rooftop of some kind but you had no idea where.

“You fainted.” He states and gives you a small smile. “But luckily I was there to help you.” He winks.

“wow my hero.” You say sarcastically and rolls your eyes but you end it with a small laugh. You stop laughing instantly when you realise what happened.

“My dad. Where is he?” You ask wide eyed.

Chat purses his lips together and looks away.

“Chat,” You say cautiously and gulp. “Tell me what happened to my father.”

“I’m sorry,” He says quietly and sighs. “He’s been arrested.”

You clasp your hand over your mouth and you can feel your heart sink in your chest. Tears well up in your eyes and they slowly fall while you quietly sobbed in your hand.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay.” You heard him say as he pulls you to him, his hand rubbing your shoulder to comfort you.

“what am I going to do, Chat?” You breathe out and look up at him. “I don’t know.” He whispers, concern filling his green eyes.

You could never allow yourself to be this vulnerable in front of anyone, let alone a complete stranger, but you trusted Chat for some odd reason. It could be the mask hiding who he really is or it could just be instinct but you knew he was a man with good intentions. He’s a hero after all and you felt comfort in that.

“I can take you home whenever you tell me okay?” He says and rests his head on top of yours.

You nod silently and nuzzle into his chest even further.

“Adrien…” You whisper. “Is-is he okay? Please I would never forgive myself if something happened to him?” You sniffle.

You could feel Chats’ smile growing. “He’s just fine m’lady, there’s nothing to worry about.”

You nod and start to give yourself time to think.

Both your parents were in jail. You were completely alone now.

You knew that the only guardian you had was your aunt back in New York. You knew that this could mean that the short lived happiness you found in Paris could end.

You were fucked. You couldn’t let that happen.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden beeping noise.

“I’m sorry but I have to take you home before I transform back into my civilian form.”

You nod weakly and hold onto him. You feel him wrap his arms around you and suddenly you were leaping from building to building. If only you could feel the rush and excitement, but your mind was too occupied to even feel anything.

Before you knew it you were set on the balcony of your room. You slide the door open and see your curtains move with the wind. “Thank you Chat.” You say and look at him, trying your best to force a smile on your face.

“Please, it was my pleasure.” He says and kissed your hand, grinning at you.

You watch him almost about to leap off but you grab his tail. He looks at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Really, Thank you.” You say but this time you say it more firmly, looking straight into his eyes.

 He doesn’t break eye contact with you.

The feeling he made you feel was familiar, it made your insides flutter and warmth grow inside of you. It was comforting. A feeling you got when Adrien looked at you.

“I’m always here. Always will be.” He says and with that he jumps away.

You kept watching his silhouette leap off of the buildings until he disappeared into the darkness.

Be-friending a super hero could be another reason why you wanted to stay in Paris.

Your mind wondered off to Adrien. He was probably worried sick about you. You should text him to let him know that you’re okay. You knew you weren’t ready to leave your room for the next week probably. You couldn’t bring yourself to put on a fake smile and pretend that nothing is happening. You simply couldn't. 

You wondered if the masked superhero would come again.

Paris was your chance at a fresh start. Maybe that fresh start was short lived. or maybe this was just the beginning.

[kodzukenscorner]

Kuroo, Tsukishima, and Tendo with an adventurous S/O (NSFW)

@zayasashley6​ asked: Hello !! It’s my birthday today, so i was wondering if i could request nsfw HCs for Kuroo, Tsukkishima, and Satori where they have a pretty adventurous s/o in bed + it’s their birthday so they get treated extra special💕 thank yoouuu :)

a/n: happy birthday babe! I hope you have a great day <333

wc: 1,914

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Kuroo

Kuroo loves how adventurous you are in bed, he loves exploring and trying new things with you

He’s also appreciative that you’re so willing to do many things that please him

And with your birthday coming up he wants to treat you well and have the whole day focused on you

He pampered you the whole day, planning out a simple date for you two to spend the day together and then letting you lead the way

Eventually the day ended up in the bedroom, where you both knew it was going to be

Kuroo finally gave you your gift, a simple bag with a ribbon tied around it

When you opened it you were happy to find some red silk restraints and a matching blindfold

Kuroo smirked at you before taking them from your hands and pushing your back onto the bed

“Let me take care of you tonight kitten”

You weren’t going to argue with that and let Kuroo bind your wrists together and tie them to the headboard 

They were tight enough so you couldn’t get loose but not so tight you couldn’t wiggle around a bit

The blindfold was gingerly tied around your eyes and your breathing already hitched in anticipation 

He slid his fingers down from your cheek, across your chest and down to your hips

You shivered, not knowing where he was going to touch you next

You suddenly felt his tongue swiping across one of your nipples and you arched your back and let out a little gasp

As you focused on his tongue and his light sucking, his hands found their way to your thighs and pushed them apart

You gasped at the sudden cold sensation you felt and then Kuroo’s lips and hands left your body

You tensed up not knowing where you were going to feel him next

A whimper escaped your lips when you felt his hot breath blow against your pussy

“Aw babe, you’re already clenching around nothing”

You wiggled your hips to try and get him to help you out with the ache you were feeling

And because it was your special day, he obliged and attached his lips to your dripping folds and sucked harshly

You moaned loudly and pulled against the restraints around your wrists

You tried closing your legs around his head but he held your thighs wide open with his hands, sticking his tongue into your eager cunt

One hand left your thigh and before you could even wonder where it was going to end up next, he was already squeezing your clit

The mystery of not knowing what he was going to do to you next was too much and you felt your orgasm building up much quicker than usual

“Testu..ah...Tetsu....” You couldn’t even manage to say anything besides his name

Soon his fingers and mouth switched places and he was now sucking on your clit while his fingers pumped into you

His slender fingers drove you crazy and your moans only increased when he curled them inside of you

Your whole body began to shake and Kuroo knew you were close so he started thrusting his fingers into you even faster and gave one last harsh suck to your clit

And just like that you came undone while Kuroo was lapping up every last bit of your juices like a man starved

When you finally stopped shaking, Kuroo left one last kiss to your still sensitive cunt and moved up to nibble at your earlobe

“That was amazing, thank you Tetsu” You said, still breathless

“Oh we’re just getting started kitten” 

You shivered and suddenly you felt his hard cock against your thigh and you groaned in delight

Tsukishima

Tsuki is more conservative in bed so he was grateful to have you there to help him explore and branch out

And hot damn, he had the time of his life when he was in bed with you

But your birthday was coming up and he knew he had to do something special for you

He was going way out of his comfort zone but he would do anything for you

After taking you out on a well planned and romantic dinner you both returned home and you could tell he was a bit anxious

You began to kiss him in an attempt to help him relax, still not exactly sure why he was nervous in the first place

As the kiss grew more heated you found yourselves in the bedroom, already shedding the nice clothes you had put on earlier

When you were down to nothing but your panties, Tsuki suddenly pulled away

“Uh, I have something I want to try out”

You looked at him a bit confused and watched as he pulled a vibrator out of a drawer

You perked up and looked at him, already feeling the wetness in your panties growing

“This will make you feel even better right?”

You felt your heart skip a beat, seeing how he was trying so hard to make you feel good even though he was very obviously embarrassed by it

You weren’t sure what the right words to say were so you just pulled him back to you for another kiss

This kiss was different from before, it wasn’t feverish or rushed, it was gentle and filled with so much affection

You fell back onto the bed and let him slide your panties off and he marveled slightly how aroused you already were

“Are you ready?” He asked, taking the rest of his clothing off, his hard dick springing up

You bit your lip and nodded at him

He turned the vibrator onto the medium setting and started by placing it on one of your nipples while his free hand worked on the other one

You seemed to like that because you let out the most beautiful, breathy moan he’d ever heard, it even made his dick twitch 

He got eager and moved the vibrator down to your folds and rubbed it against you

You mewled at this and gripped the bed sheets

“Kei...more please” You begged as your eyes rolled back into your head

He nodded and slowly slid the vibrator into your pussy and watched as you struggled to catch your breath

He loved seeing you so flustered and your cheeks flushed so he mischievously turned the vibrator up to the highest setting and watched as you yelped in pleasure

He smirked and moved his hand from your nipple to play with your clit while he continued to thrust the vibrator into you

The way you struggled to form words and the fucked out expression on your face was like art to him

You were starting to drool and your hair was a mess and he loved it 

“Ke-i!” You shouted, trying to form a coherent sentence “Gonna cum...want your dick...please” 

You were squirming now and your body was tensing up 

Just when he saw you were about to cum, he removed the vibrator

Before you could whine, he slammed his dick into you and it reached much farther than the vibrator had

You screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain and immediately came right there

But Tsuki was not going to stop there and he fucked you harshly, riding you through your orgasm right into another one

Right as you felt your second orgasm coming you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you

“Cum inside me please” You whined in the most delicious little voice

With a few more sloppy thrusts he came into you and your walls tightened around him once again, milking him for every last drop

“Happy birthday” Tsuki managed to say while still gasping for air

You just smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for another sweet kiss

Tendo

Ok let’s be real here, Tendo is just as crazy in bed as you are

There honestly isn’t much you two haven’t tried together and every time it’s something new and exciting

But with your birthday coming up he knew he had to do something different

He still wanted to have fun but he wanted the focus to be on you and your pleasure

And he knows exactly what you’d enjoy, you’d asked him so many times before but it just never ended up happening

So when you birthday comes around and you two are just lounging about for a bit, he turns to you

“Hey babe, wanna be on top today?”

He said it so nonchalantly and out of the blue that you almost choked on your own spit

You looked at him with wide eyes and he just had his signature smile on his face, completely unfazed

You nodded eagerly and pulled him towards the bedroom where you started attacking him with kisses

He was chuckling a bit at your eagerness but he just let you do whatever you wanted

You removed his clothing at lightning speed and you were kissing across his collarbones while pushing him back onto the bed

He was kind of enjoying all the attention he was getting so he just gripped your hips and rubbed little circles into them while your tongue worked it’s way across his body

Your lips eventually found their way to his hard dick and kissed the tip softly before ghosting your tongue over it

He groaned lowly and gripped the sheets underneath him

You licked up against the vein that ran it’s way up his dick and it took everything in him to not buck his hips into your mouth

You finally wrapped your pretty lips around the tip of his dick and he felt like he was in heaven

You bobbed your head along his dick until the tip hit the back of your throat

He moaned at how heavenly your throat felt and grabbed your hair to push you down further

The harder you sucked on him, the closer his orgasm was and he was eager to get there

But the pleasure didn’t last long, just as he was about to cum, you pulled away

He looked at you confused and you just smiled in return

“Doesn’t feel good to be teased does it?”

He groaned

Tendo was the biggest tease in bed and he loved edging you, getting you so close to your orgasm just before pulling away and leaving you whining

“Don’t worry babe, if you’re good, I might let you cum”

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration but his eyes shot open when he felt you lowering your tight pussy onto his throbbing dick

Your moans mixed with his groans and his hands flew to your hips, holding them in a bruising grip

You bounced on his dick and his hips thrusted upwards to meet yours

He was still wound up from your half finished blow job, so his orgasm was dangerously close

He started playing with your clit and you threw your head back in ecstasy 

He thought you were too caught up in your own pleasure to deny him of his orgasm again so he closed his eyes, preparing to cum

Then suddenly you slipped his dick out of you and he opened his eyes in betrayal to see you fingering yourself and cumming onto your fingers

He was so frustrated he wanted to scream and when he looked into your eyes and saw you smile innocently at him he groaned again

Karma’s a bitch I guess

[mynameseri]

An Ode to EriKite, an old flame

Note: Hiii, I hope you enjoy your Christmas fic even though it’s almost mid-January, I love you <333

“He’s here again, Eri~!” Your coworker sang as she walked past you, a hand tapping briefly on your shoulder as she went through the back.

You had been focusing for the past thirty minutes on icing a cake with intricate decorations, and with a final flourish, you signed the words, Happy Birthday, for the blessed kid who would get this cartoon-themed confection. Now that you had a moment to spare, you let out a sigh of satisfaction before removing your gloves and stepping out to meet your visitor.

Kite, tall and striking, was not difficult to spot at the front of the bakery, and his expression shifted from neutral to a slight smile as he saw you moving towards him. His arms uncrossed, making it easier for you to slip your hand into his and step out for just a brief moment to have a private conversation. 

“You’re early?” you teased. You wouldn’t be off work for the next hour and a half.

“I was excited to see you,” he replied quickly, pivoting to take your other hand so that you again stood directly before him. The gesture surprised you enough to bring the smallest bit of warmth to your cheeks as he wasn’t one to engage in public displays of affection. You hadn’t been together for very long but it was one of the few things you had picked up on quickly. 

It was rare to see Kite so eager, even if you were planning your very first weekend getaway for that very afternoon. You’d been working harder than usual that day expressly so that your mind wouldn’t wander too much and let anxiety set in while anticipating the things that could go wrong. What was he planning?

He went a step further, brushing his lips onto your forehead ever so slightly and tucking a stray lock of your dark hair behind your ear before letting you get back to work.

“I’ll see you in a little bit.”

Wrapping up at the end of your shift was quick, and having already changed into a comfortable set of clothing for the semi-lengthy drive ahead, you headed out to the parking lot to meet Kite. You weren’t sure if he’d waited the entire time, but the moment you came out, a roomy white SUV made its way to the front of the building.

Settling into the car’s comfortable leather seats, you wondered if Kite had more money than he let on, but when he started driving you paid less attention to the expensive-looking car and more on the wide open road opening before you. You weren’t too fond of participating in capitalism anyway.

Acoustic pop music underlay your many words describing your day, your week, everything down to the day you were born in detail. Kite drove fast but smoothly and looked at you reassuringly every so often, attentive, the same muted smile never completely leaving his expression.  

You talked briefly about your pets, especially the one that had forced your first meeting by veering off the path of the park and running straight into him, after which you met eyes and perhaps spirits.

Maybe that last part was too extreme. You didn’t want to fall too quickly after all. 

You stopped at a rest stop to fill up on sandwiches and drinks, and Kite told you more about growing up as an orphan, how he spent his days now, and what he did and didn’t do for a living. There was still an air of mystery around his daily life, so much left to unravel.

Your hands made their way into his hair, teasing the long white strands as he continued to drive.

By nightfall, you reached your destination -  a rustic and cozy-appearing log cabin in the quiet of a beautiful forest which proved to be a lot more technologically advanced and expansive as you had expected once you’d entered the premises.

Before you could even set your luggage down, he whisked you on a tour of the multi-level building which ended with the two of you locked face to face in a lover’s embrace in the simmer of an outdoors hot tub.

In each other’s arms, you found some comfort in the warmth of the water, the slight breeze of night in the mountains and the feel of his skin. 

Your legs straddled his waist as he sat and it took not very long for your lips to connect and hands to roam your skin. Heat rose as your passions did, and it wasn’t long before your panties were pushed aside to accept his length, and you rode him carefully and sensually.

His hands then roamed your chest and when his mouth parted reluctantly from yours, it found a home on each nipple, nipping and sucking softly. His fingers then traveled south and somehow the drag of the water didn’t stop his fingers from tapping your clit or rolling his hips against yours; the quiver of your body under his touch only excited him further.

High, high, high, you felt as you waded together in this fashion, your moans and whines cutting the air as you murmured his name and your body arched in pleasure.

When you orgasmed, you saw stars, but you later settled for Kite’s warm brown eyes under the moonlight.

His fingers trailed the curve of your jaw, traveling downwards to finally interlace with yours. Your lips were still parted, soft and yearning for a little more. And he would give you more, but first - 

“It takes me a lot to open up this much,” he whispered, his hands interlacing with yours. “It suddenly hit me when I found myself organizing all of this and feeling my heart race when I saw you.”

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, and his smile widened ever so slightly as he pulled you against him.

“I love you.”

The first of many.

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THE WAY I AM JUST SCREAMING RN MAE THIS IS SO PERFECT AHHHHH 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 The visuals, the details, everything is just *chefs kiss* BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!! I can’t even describe how happy this made me and how absolutely talented you are!!! I love you so so so much you are such an amazing person & friend and I am so blessed to have you in my life 💞💞💞💞💞

[celestialholz]

A Good Day To Die

Hello, dear Qcard squad - happy slightly belated Tapestry Day! <3 I’m SO SORRY this is a little late, though for once it’s absolutely not my fault! I’m visiting some family up in northern England, and there’s been a hell of a storm that’s outed several power lines locally - they’ve only just reconnected this morning, so I’m finally able to pop this up as my laptop now has some charge! I shall be reblogging all your lovely contributions with commentary tags today too. <3

Let me tell you a quick story before the actual one though, friends, of a girl on a Saturday afternoon playthrough of TNG for the first time, about six years ago now; already a huge fan obviously because we’re in series six, already very much in love with Q and the indomitable captain, but I’d wondered here and there: why was Jean-Luc so special? Sure, he was clever and wonderfully diplomatic, even a bit nuanced, and a nice change of pace from Kirk, who I also loved - but where did this spark come from? Why was he a rebel sometimes, when he seemed to play so much by the book most of the time?

... And then we get to this. A fascinating premise right from the word go of an immediately deceased/critically injured Picard, going into the fascination of a void space, a god cloaked in white with his usual wondrous enigma, and what’s always been to me the single finest piece of character exploration in the whole of the Trek canon. It’s intelligent, deeply amusing, philosophical, psychological, fascinating... we watch this man fall apart and rebuild and learn his lessons, and all the while we have this gorgeous chemistry, this blatant and beautiful homosexual coding, between our two stars, with Q’s ambiguous motives and goddamn, I was enchanted. 

... Honestly, it’s my favourite fucking TV hour of all time, and it’s my pleasure to finally celebrate its anniversary properly. My great thanks to @q-card​ for taking my idea and running wild with it, you marvellous being you. <333

I’d planned to make something much grander and mad for this accordingly, but... well, you know how it is. Very long week, depression... eurgh. So instead, please accept something a fair bit shorter but no less lovely: a parable of ancient Egyptian culture, a delicious dose of angst and love, and the promise of forever from a man who really can’t understand the meaning of the word, but wants nothing more than to offer it anyway. Set during STP, and I for one think this would be a lovely way to end it all...

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It’s fitting, Jean-Luc, he thinks serenely as he disengages the autopilot with a pang of adrenaline, a silent resignation, stoicism etched into his weathered features. Everything has its time, dear man, and you’ve had more than most.

There’s no real other method of death he’d have been content with, if he’s being honest with himself. It’s explosions, fireworks, heat, when he’s too old for any of it physically, when he’s exhausted mentally, but can still lay claim to the most youthful and adventurous spirits, the very soul of a captain; it’s plunging into a supernova at sub-warp to take out the rejuvenated Borg fleet in the resultant fire, beings he abhors so profoundly, is still so very haunted by all these years later, still has nightmares of his time amongst their number.

The protests of his newfound crew echo through his mind, the panic of five minutes prior naturally fresh; a simple plan, ultimately, forged days after he’d discovered their real enemy. Emergency transport, patterns already established, ready for the simple verbal command of a destination within reach; his friends enveloped, incapable of escape without the certainty of scattering to atoms, horror absolute.

“Admiral, you can’t be fucking serious - ”

“This cannot be how our quest ends! I will never forgive you!”

“... No, no, I know that look - JL, you can’t , you bastard - !”

“They took you once, Captain; we’ve won, dammit! There is no need to prove it further!”

He shivers with their regrets, jaw setting in defiance of his actions - it isn’t about proving anything, and he’d imagined Seven of all people would know that good and well. It’s about setting the universe to rights, ensuring continued prosperity from a species who deserve simply to be left in peace, who had been through more than enough to last them multiple lifetimes... to perhaps finally repaying a fraction of the debt he owed to the dead, the assimilated, of Wolf 359. It will never absolve him; nothing ever could.

But he can ensure it never has to happen again - not to him, not to another living soul in this quadrant. This is their last stand, and he will eradicate them. He isn’t a threat, of course - why would he be, in his tiny vessel?

Resistance is not, and never has been, futile, he acknowledges coldly, teeth beared in disgust. You wanted me to lead you, didn’t you? Allow me to make it so.

“Warning: recommend immediate retreat. Heat shields at thirty-one percent integrity; collision course with Elphoric Supernova in three minutes, thirty seconds.”

“Computer,” he announces frostily, “cease warnings.”

“With respect, my dearest admiral, perhaps you’d do well to pay attention.”

His mechanical heart skips several beats in the same moment, frenzy racing up his spine in anger, anticipation, anguish -

He hasn’t seen the speaker in four years, but he’ll turn up for the last three and a half minutes?

The flash claims his vision, the signature ping resounds, and the air falls immediately silent as he stares at eyes that read eternity and burn solely for him.

“Would you mind explaining what the hell you’re doing?”

He takes a full ten seconds of his remaining few minutes to simply absorb his husband’s presence, the faint lines that crease his forehead, the unspoken despair and the silent love and the carvings of exhaustion, and it’s as though something snaps once more back into place in his soul; as though he’s finally returned home after a solid millennia of travelling, embraced instantly by recalled warmth and comfort and precious, precious familiarity.

... Perhaps he ought to be less furious.

“... War’s over then, I take it?” His voice cracks through the stagnant bridge, and for the briefest of moments, he forgets entirely that he’s voluntarily crashing to his own destruction.

Q’s gaze flickers, stricken, and he regards his spouse with disbelief, crouching before him.

“Hardly the moment.” He curls fingers around shaking ones, squeezes tightly. “Honestly, I leave you alone for five minutes -”

“Four years,” Picard intones, hollow, charcoal eyes ablaze. “Four, dammit.”

Q winces, digs finely manicured nails gently into aged skin with sorrow. “Bit difficult to keep track when the universe is falling apart, though I thought my dearly espoused was rather above the ultimate display of tragic hubris.”

“This isn’t arrogance,” Picard snaps in response, suddenly furious.

The god raises a brow, turns from him for a moment to consult the cosmos; he analyses the situation quietly, eyes falling shut before they wrench open in horror.

“... Oh,” he realises aloud, returning a pitying gaze to his husband. “Well, I was planning to take you for dinner, celebrate our reunion, but... it had to the Borg, of course. It was going to be magnificent, you know. All candles, oysters, Risan teal whiskey - imagine you’ve grown a little weary of the family vintage by now -”

Picard’s internal chronometer, borne of years of starship clockwork efficiency, ticks over to ninety seconds, and he’s kissing him with desperation, with the misery of parting, the anxiety of war, the coldness of a universe where no one else can ever quite understand -

It’s brief because it has to be, given the circumstances, but it’s no less intense for it, shot through on both sides with passion and need and loss and reestablished harmony; they break eventually, slipping back to rest foreheads together, and Q is breathless with pain as he whispers.

“My universe has already shattered once, Jean-Luc.”

Picard blinks against the tears that threaten, the anguish that engulfs him at the very thought.

“It’s the Borg, Q,” he explains simply, voice woven with apology.

“... And it doesn’t count for anything that I could click them to dust, I imagine, stop them threatening anyone ever again?”

He smiles warmly, bitterness rich - not at an entity who has been trying to save his people, he could never be angry at that. He’s trying to do the same, isn’t he? Always has. 

No, life is merely unfair, and it has to end eventually. 

“‘Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it,’” he quotes gently, and a rasp of a sob trips from Q’s tongue.

“Stupid, noble, self-sacrificing idiot,” he breathes, thumb running over the wedding ring unconsciously. “The shen ring, Jean-Luc; you’ve always admired the ancients. The symbol of eternal protection.”

A single tear slips down his cheek, a stammered exhale follows, and he locks eyes to his in true dread. “Please, darling - tell me we can still go for dinner.”

Everything in creation drowns in silence, even as the console roars at him that he’s thirty seconds from death; nothing matters but his words, his long-spoken promise - that his husband absolutely comprehends them.

“I’d be offended we didn’t, frankly,” he whispers. “Haven’t seen you in years, we’re rather overdue a catch-up.”

He kisses his brow tenderly, physically feels the permanence of the relief that bursts through the god; he has to make sure, nevertheless.

“Perhaps tomorrow, we could watch the meteor shower on Tansid VI.” He softly pulls Q’s thumb back to the wedding ring, to the tangibility of what it offers, the vow it proclaims, and runs his own preciously across it. “Croissants. Champagne. Different region, different grapes - I’m not quite bored of that one yet.”

“And the day after?” Q’s voice cracks, brittle as sand.

“Oh, moons of Tanothry Prime, I imagine. Driver’s choice. Though I’d quite enjoy a trip to the Magellanic Clouds, perhaps in a few centuries.”

Another sob, profound this time, raises, stuttered, from his immortal spouse.

“I reserve the right to make it hurt less.”

“Oh, please do, my love. My Thoth.”

Q stifles a laugh, so wondrously enamoured. “The Egyptian god of the dead, of magic and wisdom.”

“‘As for Thoth, he crosses the sky in my presence; I pass safely.’“

“Yes, you do,” the deity vows, adoration warming the severity of his features. “Nothing will ever have to hurt you again, darling.”

It’s a strange experience, dying without fear. He’d been so certain, so determined, but so very afraid.

“Ten seconds to impact,” the computer chimes, emotionless.

“I have a dog,” Picard tells his husband, eyes falling closed. “You wouldn’t much like his name.”

Q smiles tightly, clings to him.

“I do hope it isn’t mine,” he replies dryly, and the human chuckles as the ship ignites around them.

“Oh, it’s so much worse.” He beams tenderly at him, braces for impact. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Yeah,” Q breathes, caressing his ring, and together they burn.

[flintsjohn]

for the prompt list: malex and 22 if you wanna???

22. two miserable people meeting at a wedding aui didnt deliver on the miserable part and wrote smut instead because im cliche that way, i hope this is still ok nonnie!! thank you for the prompt

Max is pacing and it’s driving Michael crazy. Ten minutesin, he finally decides to put his hands on his brother’s shoulders and pin himin place. “Will you stop? You’re giving me a headache.”

“What if she doesn’t show up?” Max’s voice is high and panickedand Michael would laugh, but he knows Max is genuinely worried, so he justsmiles at him and pats him gently.

“She’s just fashionably late, Max.” As if on cue, Isobelruns into the chapel and gestures at them to take their positions. Michaelgrins at Max and gives him one more pat before taking his place behind hisbrother. He sways a little to the music when it starts and grins when Lizappears in the door way, Arturo by her side.

The ceremony starts and Michael immediately tunes out thepriest’s words, choosing instead to focus on the stunning man standing behindLiz. He’d noticed him before, when he had entered the church, but Max had beensuch a tight ball of nerves that he hadn’t had the time to look at himproperly. He knows, from the hours and hours he had to spend with Isobel whileshe was planning the wedding, that his name is Alex, and that he’s recentlycome back to Roswell after suffering an injury in combat while in the Air Force.Michael finds himself staring at the curve of his jaw and at his full lips, andhas to look away quickly when Alex’s eyes meet his and an eyebrow is raised athim. Michael recovers just in time to absolve his role of handing the rings tothe couple, but his cheeks are still flushed when he steps back. He avoidslooking at Alex for the rest of the ceremony.

He flees to the bar as soon as they’re done with grouppictures. He’s two drinks in when someone taps him on the shoulder, and he almostchokes when he turns around to face Alex, Liz at his side.

“There’s the bride herself,” Michael says, trying to get hisgrin back. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to introduce Alex,” Liz says, placing a hand onthe man’s arm. Alex is all smiles as he extends his arm for Michael to shake.

“Hi. Michael, right?”

“Uh. Yeah.” He shakes his hand and tries not to flinch athow clammy his own hand is.

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Liz says cheerfully,and Michael frowns when she winks at him from behind Alex’s back. What the hellis she trying to do?

When Michael focuses back on him, Alex is busying himselfwith trying to get the bartender’s attention, so he lets himself look again.This close, he can see the little scar on Alex’s forehead, the hole of an old piercingin his ear, the exact shade of Alex’s eyes. Michael has to force himself tolook away again before he does something stupid like reach out and touch Alex.

They sit together for a while, easing in and out of smalltalk. When they eventually lapse into amicable silence, Michael is so busystaring into the depths of his drink that he completely misses Alex getting hisown fair share of staring. It’s not until he’s downed his drink and he’sstanding up to head to the table that he notices the look in Alex’s eyes. It’sheated and unmistakable, and it leaves Michael feeling hot all over. It justtakes him a small nod towards the entrance to move Alex into action. He takesMichael’s hand and drags him out of the reception hall. When he gets where he’sbeing dragged off to, Michael lets out a small chuckle.

“The closet, really?” Michael barely has time to get thewords out before he’s being spun around and pressed again the door. His breathcatches in his throat and then Alex is kissing him, hungry and demanding. Theykiss and kiss until they’re out of breath. Alex finally draws back, only todive down to kiss down Michael’s throat, which makes him groan and drop hishead back against the door with a breathy little laugh.

“What?” Alex mutters, following it with a nip to Michael’sneck.

“I can’t believe I’m such a cliché. Hooking up with the bestman in the cloak room at my brother’s wedding.”

That makes Alex pause and put some space between them.Michael is glad, because his head was starting to whirl with thoughts of Alexunder him, on top of him, in him, andhe has to focus hard to actually hear what Alex is saying.

“Do you want this?” Alex whispers, cupping Michael’s cheeksin his hands, and Michael loses his train of thought entirely.

“Yeah.” He nods for good measure, and tugs Alex close so hecan kiss him again. He lets Alex take over easily, helps him get both of theirjackets and shirts off. It’s not until Alex moves his hands inside his pants tosqueeze Michael’s ass  that Michael drawsback with a groan.

“I really want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?” Alex says, low and throaty, still busy with Michael’spants.

“Hm-hm. Don’t have any lube or condoms though.” That makesAlex pause, his hands stilling where they’ve undone Michael’s belt and poppedthe button in his pants. He drops his head against Michael’s shoulder with agroaning sound of his own, which makes Michael instantly aware of the fact thathe doesn’t have the mentioned items, either. They both stand still for aminute, just breathing, and then Michael is tugging Alex’s head up with a handburied in his hair. He looks into Alex’s eyes to get confirmation that they’restill on the same page, and then he grins and drops to his knees.

“Fuck,” Alex is already moaning just from the visual, soMichael makes quick work of his pants and underwear. He swallows a littlewhimper when he sees Alex’s cock, already hard and wet at the head, and hewastes no time getting his mouth on him. He works his tongue around the headand gets his hand around the base before he starts bobbing his head. When helooks up at Alex, he flushes at the expression on his face – his eyes closedand his lips parted, high keening sounds leaving his mouth. It makes him pausefor a second, but then Alex’s hands bury themselves in his curls and guide himback to his cock, and Michael is only too happy to oblige. It doesn’t take longfor Alex to warn him, but Michael only doubles his efforts and swallowsenthusiastically when Alex comes down his throat.

He’s shifting on his knees, trying to get his breath back,when Alex tugs him up by his curls and unceremoniously shoves a hand down hispants, making Michael moan at the first skin on skin contact.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Alex is mumbling against his throat,and Michael would thank him, but he’s a little busy trying not to come too quicklybecause then Alex not only tightens his hold on Michael’s cock, but also startswhispering low and dirty in his ear, and it makes Michael lose his mind alittle.

“I wanna take you home with me” – deft fingers playing atthe head – “Want to open you up until you beg for me” – teasing down his shaftand to his balls, and then further – “I bet you’d beg so prettily for me,darling” – trailing back up and wrapping around his cock again – “Will you comefor me?” – hot white pleasure exploding behind Michael’s eyelids, and he has toslap a hand over his mouth so he doesn’t scream. When he opens his eyes again,boneless and sated, Alex is licking his cum off his hand with the same dirtygrin he’s had on his lips for the past half hour.

Michael flushes and has to look away. He busies himself withgetting dressed, trying to find the words. He gets a look at his wrist watch ashe’s buttoning his cuffs and swears.

“What?” When he chances a look, Alex is also completelydressed again, and is studying him.

“I’m supposed to give my best man speech in five minutes.”Alex’s eyes widen, and if the fucked out look he’s sporting right now mirrorsMichael’s, there’s a good chance that the whole wedding party is going to knowwhat they’ve been up to. As if on cue, there comes knocking on the door thatmakes both men jump.

“Alex? You in there?” Maria’s voice comes from the otherside. Michael and Alex shared a panicked look for a second and then dissolveinto laughter.

“You go first,” Michael says when he’s collected himself, astupid grin still playing at his lips. Alex nods and moves to the door. At thelast moment, Michael catches his arm to stop him. “Will you go out with me?”

Alex turns, gives Michael a pleased once over which doesn’tactually match with the shy smile on his lips, and nods his head. He waits forMichael to nod back, and then he’s slipping out of the door, leaving Michaelfeeling all sorts of warm inside.

[bisexualpirateheart]

i'm so so s o happy you reblogged this meme!!! silverhammy in 9: "no, no. leave your clothes on" i keep thinking about season one silver in that blue coat and lord hamilton with all his damn buttons and i'm begging for it at this point

I loved the idea of this so much, anon, you have no idea. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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It’s the third time Thomas has caught sight of him and this time he gives in to the inclination to approach him. The previous two times he’d spent the rest of the day distractedly thinking of the curly-haired young man in the blue jacket. He won’t risking missing another opportunity to speak to him, even though Thomas has no idea what to say.

The young man, who might simply be a sailor ashore and not a prostitute at all, is leaning against a stack of boxes, watching the ships in the bay. He’s young, with an adventurous tilt to his face and devilishly handsome boot. Thomas simply can’t resist.

He hesitates half a second longer and then he approaches him. It’s bold, but he can’t stop himself. He’s drawn to the young sailor and he has a wordless yearning to be even closer to him, to speak with him and hear the sound of his voice.

The young man glances up as he approaches, and then slightly further with admiring eyes.

“Good afternoon.” Thomas begins.

“Afternoon.” The man says, smiling at him. The London sun is pale overhead, showing off the blue in the young man’s eyes to startling effect.

“Might I inquire…” Thomas pauses, still slightly embarrassed at believing the young man to be a street boy if he were not. At the same time he doesn’t know what to say here in the conversation if the man isn’t for hire.

The young man grins. “You want to know how much.”

Thomas wets his lips. “Yes.” The admission is honest at least.

“It depends.” The young man says slowly, a considering look in his eye. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want to take you somewhere and I want to fuck you.” Thomas says quietly. It’s the middle of the day, they’re surrounded by people walking by, but he can’t resist.

The young man grins. “Five pounds.”

“Five pounds.” Thomas says incredulously. The young man is so handsome. He could request twice that much, especially if he had a patron, and if he worked out of a house or a brothel instead of simply working on the streets. The streets are no place for him. Thomas doesn’t frequent brothels, but he knows men who do and he takes care to keep facts on the ways it’s possible to misstep with those less fortunate. He will not advantage of someone, simply because he wants them.

“I know it’s a lot but,” the young man begins, “But I promise it’s worth it.” He smiles winningly up at Thomas, a charming lilt to his mouth.

“I’m sure.” Thomas says, both amused and charmed by him.

He had previously thought that he’d take the young man to a room in a tavern, but impulsively he decides to dare more. He’ll take him home.

“Very well.” He reaches in his pocket and takes out his purse. “What’s your name?” He inquires as he counts out the precise amount.

“John.” The curly-haired man tells him, taking the coins and putting them in his pocket. “What’s yours?”

It’s a bold gesture, asking back, but Thomas is charmed by that too.

“Thomas.” He says, putting out his hand. After a moment’s hesitation, John shakes it.

“Come with me.”

John falls into step with him, walking alongside as Thomas heads away from the bay. “Do this often?” John asks curiously.

“No.” Thomas admits. He’s known of his proclivity for men since he was young, but he’s been careful after several rash undertakings in his youth. He rarely approaches men on the streets, though in ways it is easier than risking it with men of his own class.

John gives him a look. “Not your first time with a man, is it?”

Thomas chuckles. “No.”

John gives him an appreciative look, but doesn’t say anything more for the moment. Thomas can’t help gazing at his lips. He has a burning desire to kiss John and he aches with holding back from doing just that. Soon enough he will have opportunity to do just that.

At the end of the street Thomas hires a carriage and holds the door for John. After the briefest hesitation John climbs in.

The carriage side starts off in silence. John gazes out the window at first and then his gaze slides back to Thomas. “You look rather contemplative for someone indulging in an afternoon’s pleasure.”

Thomas raises an eyebrow. “You’re very observant.” John’s well-spoken enough that it piques Thomas’s curiosity, but he’s not going to ask intimate questions, at least not at this early juncture.

John shrugs and waits for him to speak.

Thomas considers the matter and then. “Are you currently serving aboard one of the ships in the bay?”

“Mmmm?” John glances back at him. “Oh…not yet. Someday, perhaps.” He offers Thomas a small smile.

At last the carriage arrives at the house and Thomas again holds the door for John.

John gazes up at the house with a curious eye but says nothing as Thomas leads the way inside.

“Please come in.” Thomas opens the front door and ushers John inside the hall.

“Is this your home?” John asks a trifle uncertainly.

“Yes.” Thomas says, removing his hat. “Please make yourself comfortable.”

John simply looks at him. “Where do you want me?”

Thomas licks his lips. “Come with me.” He nods at the staircase and John follows him upstairs.

“You look like you have questions.”

“You said you didn’t do this often, so if your servants see us…will they wonder about my presence here?”

“My servants are extremely loyal and considerate and I employ them for that very reason.” Thomas says matter-of-factly.

He takes John to his bedroom and closes the door after him. Now at last he has John all to himself.

John stands there and looks around curiously at the room. The large comfortable bed, the bookshelves and desk, the broad curtains half drawn, but still letting in the afternoon light.

Thomas removes his coat and sets it over a chair. He turns to face John, drinking in the sight of him.

“Do you want me to get undressed?” John inquires, hands half rising towards his jacket.

“No, no. Leave your clothes on.” Thomas hesitates. “That is.” There’s the faintest blush around his ears.

John gazes at him curiously. “Tell me what you want.”

Thomas licks his lips. “I want to fuck you while you’re still mostly dressed, that is… leave your jacket on.”

John grins at this admission. “All right.” He removes his boots and breeches, leaving his smallclothes on for the moment. Thomas can see the press of his cock through the thin material and it leaves him breathless.

“What about you?” John asks. “Can I see you?”

Thomas complies, undressing as quickly as he with the humber of buttons on his coat. John grins at him as he strips off his coat and tosses it over a chair. The rest of Thomas’s clothes follow suit and he stands there before John completely naked, even removing the smaller wig he wears on days like these, revealing his golden hair.

At last Thomas leans down and cups John’s face in his hands, bringing it upward to kiss his mouth. It’s all too easy to lose himself in the warmth of John’s mouth, the exquisite hunger of his tongue.

John finally draws back, nudging him over to the bed. He presses Thomas down upon it, straddling him, pressing his covered shaft against Thomas’s bare length. “Do you have a wife?”

“Not yet.” Thomas says.

“Soon though, I imagine.” John’s fingers slide over his chest. “No doubt, your family thinks you should be wed by now.” He rubs against Thomas ever so slightly, eliciting a slight gasp from him.

“My father.” Thomas begins and then subsides as John sits back and shimmies out of his smallclothes, dropping them to the floor.

He sits back astride Thomas’s hips, his lower half completely nude, his shirt falling to his hips, his blue jacket hugging his chest and arms. “And your wife to be?”

Thomas sucks in a breath as John’s bare cock rubs against his. “She is extraordinary. Intelligent, humorous, and delightful to be around. I have never before thought I could be so happy…” With a woman, his mind supplies. Miranda is the first woman he’s ever been able to be himself with him. He loves her to distraction.

John’s hands stroke down his hips. “Is this your last adventure then?”

“What?” Thomas gazes up at him with perplexed eyes. “Oh, no. She…understands.”

John sits back, gazing at him in confusion and then his eyes widen in astonishment. “Do you mean to say if your betrothed found us as we were now, she would not be horrified and enraged?”

“On the contrary,” Thomas murmurs. “She would probably compliment me upon my good taste.” His hands squeeze John’s backside appreciatively. John’s rump fills his hands perfectly and he can’t resist squezzing again, delighting in the feel of him.

John throws back his head and laughs, the motion causing his body to rock lightly atop Thomas who sucks in another breath.

“That’s glorious.” John gazes down at him. “She sounds like a wonderful woman.” He sits back slightly, casting his gaze around the room. “I trust you have oil somewhere?”

“There.” Thomas nods at the desk across the room. “Top drawer.”

There happens to be some oil in the small chest of drawers beside the bed as well, but Thomas can’t resist the opportunity to watch John walk across the room dressed as he is. The sight of John clad only in his shirt and short blue jacket takes his breath away. The view of John’s backside is stunning, stirring even greater desire in Thomas as he watches him.

John takes the small vial of oil from the drawer and turns around. He smirks at the sight of Thomas stretched out on the bed, clearly engrossed in watching him, his cock thoroughly aroused.

“You truly do like seeing me like this.”

Thomas licks his lips. “Is that not evident enough?”

John rests his hands on his hips, not making a move towards the bed. His own cock is perfectly attractive, jutting exquisitely from his hips, and Thomas desperately wants to taste it.

“Tell me.” John says.

Thomas pushes himself up on his elbows. “You’re very bold.”

“I’ve been told that.” John grins at him. “It either works in my favor or it doesn’t.” He sways his hips slightly, letting his cock waggle roguishly at Thomas.

“It’s definitely working in your favor.” Thomas tries not to laugh. He licks his lips again and gives in. “I like the sight of you just in your jacket. I find it appealing, I find you appealing like this, more than appealng…arousing.” His words fall away and then he admits, “I couldn’t resist you in it.”

John chuckles. He saunters back to the bed, taking his time, letting Thomas enjoy the sight of him. “Tell me what you want.”

“Come here.” Thomas reaches for him. He draws John down on the bed with one hand and kisses him, while with the other he slicks his fingers and eases one inside John. Oh god, he’s waited so long for this. The heat of John’s body overwhelms him and he sinks another finger into him, needing more immediately.

John moans into his mouth as Thomas stretches him, his tongue slick and hungry against Thomas’s as they kiss again and again. Thomas’s fingers press and work within him, teasing him open.

“Now.” John pants.

“Are you sure?” Thomas’s voice is rough; he’s more than ready, but he wants John to enjoy this too.

“Now.” John says.

He climbs atop Thomas’s body, sinking down upon his cock with a breathless groan. “Fuck yes.”

Thomas grips his hips, bringing him further down and John’s response is a wordless moan. It’s satisfying but Thomas still wants more. His hands slide up under John’s shirt and jacket to tease his nipples.

John gasps, squeezing hotly around Thomas’s shaft. Thomas tightens his grip, twisting one nipple while his other hand drops to wrap around John’s cock.

“How much do you want to come?” He asks, watching John’s face.

“Now. Please.” John shudders as Thomas’s fingers pinch again at his nipple, the grasp on his cock tightening.

It only takes a few quick tugs for John to spill over his chest.

Thomas watches him, completely lost in the moment. He wants to have John a hundred different ways, to learn the ways of his body, the small intimacies and hidden pleasures of him, and already he regrets his own surrender to completion. He wants so very much more than a few rushed moments together.

John collapses atop him with a shudder and Thomas closes his eyes, letting himself enjoy the warmth of this body against his until John eventually pulls away. He presses a kiss to Thomas’s shoulder as he sits up.

Thomas sprawls back upon the bed and watches John lazily as he starts to dress. “I know you said something about a ship eventually, but if you stay in London, please…take care. If you ever need aid or…” He doesn’t know what the proper words to extend here, but he wants John to know he’s there if he needs him.

“Oh, I’m not a prostitute.” John says. He reaches for the brandy standing upon the bureau and pours himself a glass.

Thomas blinks. “What?”

John shrugs. “I’ve been working down on the docks for a few weeks now. I’ve seen you occasionally and I thought…well you weren’t likely to take home a dock worker with you, were you?” He takes a sip.

Thomas sits up and stares at him. “Are you honestly telling me that you’re not a prostitute?” He needs a moment to rearrange this in his mind.

John shrugs. “Sorry to disappoint?”

“I’m not disappointed.” Thomas stands. He can’t help noticing that John readies himself for either fight or flight, and that disappoints him. He reaches for his robe and draws it on, turning his back for a moment, giving John a chance to see that he has no intention of harming him.

“So why did you come home with me?” He asks when he turns back.

John blinks. “I thought that was obvious.”

Thomas raises an eyebrow.

John grins at him, leaning against the bureau. “You’re very handsome, my lord. In case you hadn’t noticed.”

“You came home with me because you found me appealing?”

“You approached me because you found me appealing, is that not so?” John murmurs. He’s still angled close enough to the door that he’s ready to make a bolt for it. Thomas is fascinated by the workings of his mind to have his exit planned and still make time for flirting before he goes. Oh he wants to know more of John, more now than even more.

“Yes.” Thomas admits easily.

John shrugs a shoulder. “Am I not allowed to have similar taste, even though I am not of the same class, my lord?”

“I never said you couldn’t.” Thomas tells him. He turns for half a second and John darts for the door.

Thomas catches him easily, pinning him against the bedroom door, his hands above his head. “What now?”

“Please.” John breathes. “Just let me go. I didn’t steal anything”

Thomas’s mouth quirks in amusement. “Is that the first thing people accuse you of? Stealing something?”

“At times.” John says. He squirms slightly and they’re close enough that Thomas can feel the curve of his cock through his breeches. The memory of it is still fresh in his mind.

John swallows, licking his lips. “What’re you going to do?”

“There’s been no crime.” Thomas murmurs. “Pretending to be a prostitute so that you can fuck a member of the gentry is not a crime as far as I know.” He presses a thumb into the soft flesh of John’s trapped wrist, caressing his skin lightly.

“So what…you’re just going to let me go?” John says hopefully.

“Yes.” Thomas says, and releases him.

John’s arms drop slowly to his side and he looks at Thomas with confusion. “You’re truly not going to have me arrested?”

“For what? Wanting to fuck a man?” Thomas raises an eyebrow. “I’m hardly to have you brought up on that account.” He takes a step back and nods at the door. “You may leave. Take your five pounds and go.”

John flushes at his dismissive words, at getting paid for the act regardless of whether he’s a prostitute or not, and Thomas can’t help finding that gratifying. “I told you, I didn’t do it because…” John cuts himself off. “Very well. Till the next time, my lord.” He reaches for the door.

“There won’t be a next time.” Thomas retorts before he can stop himself even though he wants that very thing.

John’s grin widens. “Won’t there?” He cocks his head, gazing at Thomas thoughtfully. “You’re the one who said it, after all. You can’t resist the sight of me in my jacket.” He gives an impertinent shrug of his shoulders and then is gone and away down the stairs before Thomas can think of an appropriate response.

He pours himself a brandy and goes to the window.

There upon his doorstep stands John. Thomas watches him as he avoids a carriage and crosses the street. John pauses a moment and then glances up. He catches sight of Thomas and for a moment, they gaze at each other. Then John gives him a jaunty wave and heads off down the street in the direction of the docks.

Thomas snorts faintly, shaking his head. Whatever John is up to, he’s sure it will be intriguing. He realizes he doesn’t even know the young man’s last name and sighs. Oh, what does it matter? Today is surely a one-time occurrence. What are the chances that they will ever meet again?

Thomas downs his brandy and turns to finishing his correspondence. He has a dinner engagement with his fiancée after all. He has a feeling Miranda will find this entire tale extremely amusing.