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Just the tip

One Shots about our favorite Adult trio and Y/N in different "Just the tip" scenarios.

Illumi Zoldyck

Her fingers dug into the soft black T-shirt as she gently pushed her hips over his lap. She tried to look into his dark eyes while he tried to avoid her gaze. He knew he couldn't say no when he looked into her beautiful, large eyes. "Please Illumi, just the tip, please..." Damn, now he had looked up. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and the first tears were already welling up in her eyes. She was absolutely enchanting in his eyes. And it was difficult for him to deny her a wish. But they had already talked about it and had come to the conclusion that it just wasn't quite right yet. She wanted to pursue her job as a Hunter for a few more years and, above all, consolidate her relatively new relationship with him before she started planning a family. And it was universally known that "just the tip" never remained "just the tip". And her opinion on the whole child topic as well as the fact that they had run out of condoms and were not using any other form of contraception, was making his life really difficult right now.

But what was he supposed to do when she was sitting in his lap and literally begged him to give her "just the tip"? She was just so damn horny and he found it so hard to stand firm. And maybe he just rolled his eyes and grumbled something quietly to himself that sounded a lot like "needy brat". But deep down he just wanted to throw all resistance overboard, because for him there was no better idea than to finally pump her full until her belly was round and her breasts were heavy and full of milk. He just wanted to give free rein to his breeding kink, which never was allowed to see the light of day until now. His otherwise emotionless dark eyes now seemed almost to blaze as they fell on her full lips, which were slightly parted and from which soft gasps escaped while she was still grinding against him. Faster than she had thought possible, he had rolled her over until her back was pressed against the soft sheets and he was on top of her. He slipped his hand under the old T-shirt she used to sleep in and found two things. Firstly, no underwear and secondly: "You're so wet, love." It was impossible for her not to moan softly as his fingers slid between her pussy lips and teased her lightly. "Want my cock that bad?" She nodded frantically and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched him sliding his jogging bottoms halfway down his thighs, freeing his cock. She couldn't stop her mouth from watering when she finally got to see it. Long and grithy with a slight curve to reach each of her spots perfectly. Drops of pre had formed at his tip, which was already slightly reddened. He pushed her thighs apart to create more space between her legs for himself and also pushed up the t-shirt to finally get a glimpse of what would eventually be his personal downfall. His long, slender fingers travelled back up her thigh to her centre to make sure she was ready for him. But she needed no further preparation. She was so wet that he could see her juices wetting not only the inside of her thighs, but also the bed sheets beneath her. His fingertips brought whimpers to her lips, begging again for more. And he gave her exactly what she wanted from him. The tip of his cock, swollen and reddened and leaking, rubbed against her entrance while he played with her clit. He threw his head back and couldn't suppress the deep humming in his chest. Meanwhile, she moaned loudly and tried to push herself away from the bed and get closer to him to finally have him where she longed for him. His hand gripped her hip and held her in place so that she couldn't move any further. "Stay still," he mumbled softly. But he only achieved the opposite. She braced herself against his hand and tried to push him away so that he would finally come closer.

"So impatient, love." His gaze was fixed on her expression. The way her lower lip was pushed forward because he hadn't yet given her what she wanted. The single tear that ran down her cheek. He didn't even realise that she had wrapped her long legs around his hips and crossed them at her ankles. His cock slid deeper into her and the soft exclamation of his name was like music to his ears. He thrusts into her gently and listened to the soft sounds that escaped her. She was so needy today that the knowledge that only he could provide her with this kind of satisfaction made him feel warm inside. "What me to fuck you that bad love?" he asked. A nod and a few gasping breaths were all she could say in reply. And who was he to deny her that wish. A cry escaped her as he sank completely inside her with one hard thrust. He was so incredibly deep that she felt him push against her cervix. He found a hard and fast rhythm with which he buried himself in her again and again. He watched as her eyes rolled back and her hands eached around until they found his shoulders and grabbed onto them to find some sort of support and brace herself for his pace. He felt her literally suck him in, her warm walls gripping him and making it difficult for him to pull back.

It was unrestrained. Just reduced to lust and her urges. Messy. Without a condom. She could see it in his eyes, just as he could see it in hers. There was no coming back from this. For both of them, there was no better feeling than this. Without a barrier, skin on skin. He knew that he would never again be able to live without letting his bare cock slide in and out of her warm cunt raw. As quickly as they had brought up "just the tip", they had also thrown it out the window. Forgotten as soon as he fucked her on purpose. Buring his shaft inside of her right down to the hilt. All caution was lost in their lust and need to feel each other and listen to his name slide over her lips again and again like a mantra as her pussy pulsed around him and seemed to literally suck him in. He watched as her back lifted off the bed and her body shook as her orgasm swept over her. "Fuck, shit...!" Illumi closed his eyes as he felt her almost milking him and he tried to penetrate her as deeply as he could. He felt the distinct tugging in his stomach and heard the roaring in his ears that showed him that he was ready too.

The thought of pulling out kept coming back to him and he was determined to maintain at least some semblance of control. Because at least one of them had to remain rational and think about how they had come to an agreement. But no matter how good the arguments were to pull out, it couldn't beat the feeling of finally fucking her without protection. Her lewd noises grew louder and louder as the grip on her hips tightened and the rhythm of his hips became uneven, turning her first orgasm into a second. A hiss escaped him as he tried to fight the stuttering of his hips and pull out. But her pussy just felt too good and while inside him his breeding kink was still fighting against the good reasons of pulling out, she finally made the decision for him. The grip of her legs tightened, not letting him back off, keeping him exactly where her lust-fuelled brain wanted him: Between her legs and deep inside of her. A long drawn-out "fuck" escaped him and echoed through the room while he could no longer prevent his own orgasm from overtaking him and allowing his sperm to flood her pussy.

Hisoka Morow

She had agreed to accompany him to the event. Her job was just to look nice next to him, smile nicely and make small talk. And she totally regretted going along with it. There were a lot of older gentlemen at this event, who lost interest in her after a few lecherous glances and brief exchanges of phrases as soon as they realised she was here with the crazy magician. She couldn't blame them, really. She could feel the fear spreading through the men as soon as they realised. And it was justified, Hisoka was dangerous. Still, she was disappointed. Without anyone to talk to, she was bored to death. She wasn't close to the few people present who were her age and not that afraid of Hisoka. She had discovered members of the Phantom Troupe and Illumi too. But she didn't have a point of contact to engage them in conversation and they were more interested in talking to Hisoka and didn't give her more than a few quick glances. So she sat next to Hisoka and was bored.

She tried to occupy herself for a while by trying to recognise patterns in the tablecloth in front of her or by counting the tiles on the floor. But she didn't last long before her eyes wandered around the crowded room again, longing for something to do. Hisoka didn't pay any attention to her either. He was far too engrossed in the conversation with Chrollo and Illumi, who had the seats opposite them at the table. She knew that she had to do something if she didn't want to be stuck here. And she knew a method that would definitely help her to lure Hisoka away from this event and get him home. And to get her plan rolling, she first took a quick trip to the toilet, only to return to her seat next to Hisoka just a few minutes later.

She slid her hand under the table onto Hisoka's thigh. She felt the muscles under her fingers tense up for a moment, only to relax again shortly afterwards when he realised that she was merely drawing small, random shapes on his thigh. With her fingertips, she felt the muscle strands of his leg, which were still rock hard even though he was sitting completely relaxed next to her. Her fingers travelled upwards from his knee before pausing halfway up and then finding their way to the inside of his leg. She let her fingertips circle there too before placing her entire palm on his leg. With gentle pressure, she caressed his thigh before venturing further and further up. Her fingertips brushed against his crotch and after a short wait, she dared to slide her hand further until it covered him completely. She could see Hisoka watching her out of the corner of his eye, but without interrupting the conversation with the other two men. She gave him a slight smile that spread into a grin as he sank further into the chair, spreading his legs wider to give her more room. Her hand quickly found a comfortable position as she slid it over his crotch again and again, feeling him slowly harden beneath her. Only a short time later, her fingers slid a little further up until she found the button and zip of his trousers and undid both.

Her hand slipped under the fabric. Now only separated from him by his boxer shorts. As she continued to massage him, she could see him swallowing hard and his breathing was a little faster than usual. If you weren't paying close attention, you wouldn't notice, but she had a feeling for him. She heard the slight excitement in his tone as he spoke to the other two because his words came out a little more stretched. He was telling them about a fight he had coming up in the arena and she chose that moment to slip her fingers under the elasticated waistband of his boxers and finally feel his hot and hard cock for real. Her fingers slid over the soft head, catching the drop of pre that had formed and rubbing him in agonisingly slow strokes. She could feel it pulsating as she continued to massage him. She knew him well enough by now to know that it wouldn't be long before he came into his boxer shorts. And probably to avoid that, Hisoka's own hand slid under the table and grabbed her wrist to pull her away. She allowed it, but before he had a chance to straighten his clothes back under the table, she placed her hand over his and guided it to her own thigh. Just a moment later, she had navigated his hand even further until his fingers were under her dress. The cool satin fabric was a stark contrast to her naked and hot centre. She had taken off her panties in the bathroom so that he now met her pussy lips, wet with her own juices. She bit the inside of her cheek to stifle the slight moan that escaped her as his fingertips finally made their way to her entrance. She gripped his wrist tightly and thrust her hips forward as she pushed his hand towards her centre until two of his fingers finally entered her. She couldn't stop her soft walls from tensing and pulsing as she finally felt something of him inside her. She pushed her hips towards him in small circular movements, holding his hand until she had the feeling that he wasn't going to pull away. Only then did she push her own hand back into his boxer shorts and grasped his cock as tightly as her pussy was gripping his fingers.

Faster than she could react, Hisoka had stood up, pulled her to her feet and positioned her in front of him. At the same time, he turned to the two men, who looked at the couple in surprise: "You'll excuse us for a moment, we have to go and say hello to someone." Before the others had a chance to reply, Hisoka had already pushed her out of the hall in front of him and only stopped at a door down the corridor. He yanked the door open, pushed her inside and then closed the door again behind him. She didn't even have time to look at the room before he had turned her around and pinned her against the door. "Fuck Pet, be good and let me come," he murmured softly as he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot under her ear. She couldn't suppress the smile that spread across her face as she thrusts her hips towards him. "I didn't stop you, did I? You could have come then and there at the table." She could sense that he was getting really desperate, chasing towards his orgasm the way he was grinding against her thigh. "Not in my boxers, you know what I want" he was still panting against her ear. His breathing quickened by now. "How could I, you'll have to tell me Hisoka." Her hand slid between their two bodies, freeing him from the last piece of disturbing fabric before her fingers closed around him again. "I need your pussy, darling. Need to feel you around me, want to pump you full so the old peeping geezers here know you're mine." With slow movements, her thumb circled his slit, playing with the soft head before she pumped him again in slow movements. She savoured his throbbing, the slight desperation she could hear in his voice. "Why should I let you? You ignored me the whole evening and I was bored. You promised me a nice evening and you didn't deliver. So do you really think you deserve my pussy?" Soft moans reached her ears as he thrust his hips towards her to at least urge her to move faster. But she took her time. They both knew very well that he could actually take what he wanted, as he was much stronger than she was. But she had him wrapped around her little finger and made him do what she wanted. "Just the tip Y/N. Please, just the tip, that's all I want." He pressed light kisses on her neck and her collarbone. His warm breath stroked her skin as he gasped "Please" over and over again. She pushed him away from her to turn her back to him. Her fingers dug into the soft fabric of her dress as she pulled her skirt up so that it billowed around her hips. She spread her legs and leaned forward to finally give him a glimpse of her pussy. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she caught his dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. "Okay, just the tip and then at home you'll fuck me properly." She had barely finished the sentence before he had bridged the distance between them and penetrated her with the thick head of his cock. "Anything you want darling," he gasped as the tightness of her pussy mesmerized him and he poured himself inside her.

She had won.

Chrollo Lucilfer

He knew he had to have her the first time he laid eyes on her.

That day, he had sneaked through the dark alley, looking for someone connected to his next coup. She had walked past him in her white dress with a pretty smile on her face. She was so radiantly beautiful, like a bright light in his darkness. And he couldn't get her out of his head. So he did what he did best. Gathered information and hunted her down to make her his. And so he met her again. He had found out that she was a guest at a charity event organized by one of York New's wealthiest persons.

He had arrived before her, sat down at the bar and watched her descend the stairs. Her hair was artfully tied up and the red dress she was wearing made her shine. He wasn't the only one who had noticed her arrival. Both men and women around him eyed the beautiful young woman and he could hear the murmuring and whispering that went through the crowd. When she made her way to the bar after a while and a few rounds of small talk, he saw his chance. He immediately engaged her in conversation, which was not difficult for him. He was charming and had been told many times before that he had a way with his words. And Y/N was glad that someone had finally approached her who wanted to have a conversation with her that went beyond mere small talk and the exchange of meaningless phrases. Someone who wasn't just interested in her money. Oh, if only she knew what he really wanted from her... She was lively and talkative. And the more champagne glasses he handed her, the more trusting she became. He could probably have asked her for all the login details to her bank accounts and she would have given them to him. Instead, he listened to her as she confided in him about her life and suffering. Among other things, she told him about the upcoming wedding next week. That it had been planned by her parents and that she had only seen her future husband twice so far. That she was very much looking forward to her married life because she wanted to fulfill her duties as a daughter and wife to be conscientiously. She was a good girl who always followed the rules and wanted to make her family happy. Chrollo sensed that the alcohol was slowly making its effect. So he seized the opportunity. "Let's find a quieter room, love, then we can talk better," he suggested as she sipped her champagne. Without thinking twice, she nodded: "Yes, it's really very noisy here." He could hardly believe his luck at how trusting she was. He offered her his arm she smiled and as soon as she hooked her arm around his, he led her out of the ballroom and into one of the small guest rooms at the other end of the corridor.

While he closed the door behind them and locked it inconspicuously, she made herself comfortable on the bed. The alcohol had made her cheeks rosy and her beautiful eyes had become slightly glassy. The radiant smile still adorned her face as she waited for him to finally take a seat next to her on the bed. Slowly, and with a deliberate steps, he closed the distance. The mattress gave way slightly beneath them as he sat down. He leaned his back into the soft pillows and made himself comfortable. The soft laughter that rang out next to him sounded like the most beautiful melody to him. "Tell me more, love," he asked her. And so she made herself comfortable next to him and talked about her upbringing, her childhood and her pets, and then again about the man she was going to marry next week. As she talked, Chrollo listened attentively and casually let his hand wander over her thigh. She only paused her story for a moment before blessing him with her radiant smile again. The way she spoke so passionately, using her hands to paint the picture for Chrollo and how relaxed she sat by his side, made his heart lose its rhythm and it skipped a beat for a moment before he could regain his composure. "I'd like a nice house, it doesn't have to be big but cozy with a little garden where I can grow some vegetables. And then maybe..." She couldn't finish the sentence. Because in a split second he had sat up and turned towards her, then he had already pressed his lips to hers.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she slid her hands between their bodies until she could rest them on his chest. She tried to push him away, but he was stronger than her and didn't give in. But when he held her face with both hands and gently caressed the soft skin of her cheek, she no longer wanted to push him away. She found herself enjoying the gentle kiss. She thought he was a nice and attentive man. And she also found herself wishing that he was the man she would marry. She would like to live with him by her side. A happy life. Images of a shared house with a garden flitted before her inner eye. Maybe a dog, definitely three children. She hesitantly returned his kiss, opening her mouth willingly when the tip of his tongue tapped against her lower lip. She allowed his hands to wander down from her face, his lips following them until they paused at a point just below her earlobe. A shiver ran through her as he pulled the soft skin between his lips. She felt like she was getting goose bumps. She wanted to look, but her body no longer seemed to obey her. Instead, she tilted her head, giving him more space to caress her neck.

She allowed his hand to close around her breast and when he began to knead it lightly, she leaned towards him eagerly. It felt so good. No one had ever touched her like this before and she liked the slight tingling sensation that ran through her body. She liked it so much that she could become addicted and above all didn't want him to stop. So she leaned towards him, pressing herself against him until he pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and the soft fabric billowed around her hips. He pushed her into the pillows and climbed over her until his hips found their place between her legs. His mouth never left her body, but he moved lower. So deep that he could suck her nipple between his lips. She knew she was supposed to stop him. Knew she shouldn't be doing this. She wanted to save herself up for the husband she would have next week. But it just felt too good. And when he bit down lightly, she could no longer suppress the moan of his name. He smiled at her as he let go of her breast and shortly afterwards went for the other nipple. Heat gathered in her belly and when he took one hand to gently knead the free breast, her lower body twitched. Her abdomen collided with him and she felt a hardness between his legs that hit that one spot perfectly, sending lightning bolts through her body. She moaned his name again and clung to him. She didn't know if she was trying to push him away or if she was pulling him even closer. All she knew was that she didn't know how this all worked, but it felt too good to stop him. Besides, she wasn't even married yet, she tried to justify the behavior to herself.

She felt his hips pick up her pace, rutting against her. His lips let go of her breast, releasing her nipple with a soft pop. He straightened up on his knees and looked at the young woman beneath him. Her hair had begun to come loose and her hands had moved to her breasts to cover them. She was even more beautiful in his eyes. He knew that the sight was etched in his mind forever. His fingers closed around the hem of her dress, pulling at it, and she helped him take it off by lifting her hips. She was now lying there in just her panties, while he was still fully clothed. He seemed to be able to tell from her face that this bothered her a little and added to her insecurity. So he slowly undid button after button of his shirt until he let it slide off his shoulders and onto the floor. Then his fingers slid down his muscular torso until he came to a stop at his belt. She watched as he undid it and then slipped out of his pants. He stood in front of her in just his boxer shorts, his bulge prominent. He was long and thick, she could tell from the outline. He seemed like calmness personified as he stood there smiling at her.

She knew what that meant. That he wanted to have sex with her. And as much as she liked that tingle inside her, she knew it was something that couldn't happen. She couldn't let herself be tainted like that. She wanted to go into marriage as a virgin, the way girls like her should. Untainted and pure. He could see worry darkening her eyes. Her doubts were clearly written on her face. She sat up, scrutinizing the wicked grin on his face. "Chrollo, you know we can't do this. We can't go all the way." Her voice small as she looked at him through her lashes. She now had her arms crossed in front of her chest and looked so incredibly vulnerable. The innocence she radiated made his cock throb with excitement. "Don't worry, love. That's not what I want" he murmured softly as he climbed back into bed and over her. "There's another option." Her eyebrows drew together, irritation spreading across her face. "Huh?" He knew she didn't know any better. That she would believe what he would tell her next. "Yeah, if I just put the tip in, then it doesn't count," he whispered softly in her ear as he lavished kisses on her neck. Sucking the sensitive skin between his lips again. "It doesn't count?" she asked, still confused. She'd never heard of it before, but she hadn't heard much on the subject in general and had no idea what the options and possibilities were. "Exactly," he confirmed, reaching for the elastic of her panties and sliding them down her legs. She was now completely exposed in front of him. And as he looked at her, she came to the conclusion that he was probably right. He knew his way around better than she did. And he was a nice man, she had no reason not to believe him. "But it'll only be the tip, right?" She wanted him to confirm it again. That he recognized how important it was for her to maintain this status of untouchedness. He looked her firmly in the eyes and smiled at her: "I promise you, my love." After she nodded once more, she watched him take off his boxers. His hard cock slapped against his stomach. Undressed like this, he seemed even bigger. But he was pretty, she hadn't expected that. The head was slightly pink and she could see a drop of liquid glistening at its tip in the light of the room. His fingers slid up her thighs until he touched her pussy lips and felt the wetness that had formed between her legs. Then he moved even higher, massaging her clit and eliciting a moan from her. It felt so incredibly good.

He slid closer to her and then gripped the base of his cock. He navigated it between her legs and lips. He let it slide up and down a few times until it was thoroughly covered with her wetness. She couldn't suppress the string of moans that escaped her. She couldn't understand how it could feel so good when he wasn't even inside her yet and had really started. In the next moment, his tip penetrated her, was practically sucked in by her. A deep moan escaped him as he held the position, just the tip. If just one of them moved a little, he would slide out again. She had thrown her head back and her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted as soft sighs escaped her. "Just the tip Chrollo" she managed to gasp. He began to slide the tip in and out and it felt incredible. But he knew he couldn't leave it at that. She felt too good. He had to know what it was like when she completely enveloped him. He buried his head against her neck, kissing and licking the soft skin there. He knew he had to be clever about it. He had to make sure that she was completely overwhelmed by her lust. So his hand reached between them and he began to massage her clit. Meanwhile, he kept pushing in and out and with each thrust, he went a little deeper. It was barely noticeable, so slow that she only felt it when he was halfway inside her and the burning sensation she felt intensified with every second. "You promised it would be just the tip," she gasped as he continued to stimulate her clit. She knew that she should do something now, push him off her. But she just had to admit to herself that it felt too good to do anything now. The feeling was overwhelming, but he was so unbelievably big that it brought tears to her eyes with every further thrust. His head was still buried against her neck, soft moans and sighs stroking her skin. He had never felt anything that felt so good. She wasn't his first, not by a long shot. But none of the women before had stirred up lust in him this much. She was so warm and so, so tight. "I can't stop, it feels too good love. But I'll make it up to you, okay?" He breathed feather-light kisses on her swollen lips. With another thrust, he buried himself completely inside her, driving all the air from her lungs. "I'll put a ring on your finger," he promised too dazed by the veil of lust. "Okay," she gasped. She had only half realized what he had said and she didn't even care anymore. A knot was forming in her abdomen and it was the best thing she had ever felt. And while he never stopped playing with her clit, she began to push herself against his every thrust, meeting him halfway. This allowed him to thrust even deeper into her. His tip bumped against her cervix each time. His previously styled hair now fell loose in his face as he threw his head back. His pace increased and she couldn't stop her eyes from falling shut as the knot tightened. His name rolled off her lips in a continuous loop of moans and the next moment the knot burst. His hips didn't pause as her orgasm rolled over her and only one thought occupied her mind at that moment: it was worth it. This feeling that had taken over her whole body was worth no longer being considered untouched and not starting her marriage as a virgin. She didn't care that someone might find out and what the consequences might be.

His pace seemed to increase even more, even though she hadn't thought that was possible. Then his hips stuttered and she felt a warmth spread through her. He came inside of her. But even that no longer interested her when she caught a glimpse of his peaceful and almost blissful face. He stayed like that above her for a moment, peppering her face with kisses. Then he rolled off her and slid into the sheets beside her. His gaze wandered over her form. She smiled at him, her cheeks still flushed. There were many small marks on her neck and chest that he had left behind. His gaze slid further, between her legs. Her pussy reddened and his cum flowed out of her. Another image of her that he would never forget. He hadn't intended to come inside her, but he hadn't been able to resist in that moment.

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— missing you | pjm

prompt: seeing jimin after long distancing.

⸝⸝ pairing: bf!jimin x fem!reader

⸝⸝ warnings: smut, kissing, teasing, whispering, masturbation, sexting, dom jimin, creampie, multiple rounds, semi fluff jimin, eating out, swallowing, etc.

⸝⸝ word count: 2.3k

⸝⸝ note: this is one of my favorites that ive written so far! it was fun to write out and i tried to do something new if you couldn’t tell. i eventually want to start a series soon but im still trying to figure out the storyline for that. i hope u enjoy!

• ps: my requests are still open. (please make sure to state whether you want your request to include smut or not!)

nsfw, 18+, minors dni

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your phone dings , your screen lighting up. you roll over and lazily grab your phone , perking up once you realize it's another notification from jimin. you sit up in the bed and look at the chat.

��� jimin - i miss you so much...

★ jimin - i keep thinking of all things i'll do to you when i get back.

you smile at the message , laying back down on the bed. you stare at the screen for a while as you think of a response. but before you could answer , another message comes through.

★ jimin - i hate this time of year. we're always working on music , which i love , but it means i have to spend time away from you for a few weeks. don't you hate it too?

☆ you - i miss you too ! i hate how cold the other side of the bed is. when are you coming home? :(

★ jimin - soon , i promise.

you grin , suddenly excited about the idea of seeing jimin. hou sit up on your knees and slowly lift your tank top. you go to the camera app and flip the camera toward you , snapping photos of your breasts. you go back to the chat and send the picture. you watch as jimin types , then stops some time after the picture is sent.

★ jimin - you look amazing. i can't wait to touch you again.

a message comes through shortly after. a picture of jimin slouched back onto his bed , his shirt and pants off. the visual of his abs and boxers made your mouth water.

for the rest of the night , you spent the entire time messaging jimin back and forth about random things. plans you had coming up , small date ideas , etc. the conversation then takes a turn as jimin goes inactive for a while. you continuously message him until coming to the conclusion that he had fallen asleep on accident. after a while , you receive a video clip from jimin. you click to watch it , unsure do what to expect.

in the same slouched position , jimin rubs his hand over his boxers , his bulge now visible. he slowly slides his hands in his boxers and takes out his cock. he was hard , firmly wrapping his hand around himself as he pans the camera up. he smirks , before lowering the angle once again. he begins to pump his cock , whimpering and moaning into the camera as he speeds up and slows down. he mumbles your name into the camera as his body stiffens , white fluids spilling out over his chest. he grunts , aggressively pumping out all of his cum until he’s empty. he let's go of his cock tiredly and shows the cum on his hand and abs.

after watching the video , you only wished he could come home sooner. in response , you lay on your back fully. panning the camera up and down your body. at this point , you only had on panties and a thin tank top. you play with your breasts in the camera for a few moments before flipping it and propping your legs up. you take two fingers and slide them down your panties. you begin recording yourself as you intensely finger yourself , the wet sounds from your vagina getting stickier.

your panties have a dark patch on them as you begin to throb and soak through them. you play with yourself for a while until eventually , your legs begin to get shaky as you throw your head back and moan into an orgasm. your body shakes as you slide your fingers deeper into you. panting , you take your fingers out and show the camera. your fingers were sticky and glossy now. you flipped the camera onto yourself and recorded yourself cleaning them up with your tongue , one of jimin's favorite things he loved seeing you do.

jimin immediately calls you after receiving the video. ''i miss you.'' was all he said. ''then come home. please.'' you whisper into the phone. without saying a word , he hangs up. you giggle , knowing that he hated being teased and now he probably had an attitude. you quickly clean yourself up and decide to finally head to sleep. the orgasm gave you a wave of uncontrollable sleepiness and you wanted nothing more than to go to bed and decided that you’d continue the conversation with jimin tomorrow.

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you feel the other side of the bed shift as someone slides in next to you. you immediately open your eyes , making sure that it wasn’t some perverted intruder. upon seeing him , you jump into his arms as you yell out his name. “jimin!” he chuckles , pulling you into a warm embrace. he sways you as he buries his face into your neck , giving it small pecks. “i missed you so much! why are you here? how did you even get here? it feels like i just talked to you!” your heart was fluttering as the person you loved and cared about so much was literally right in front of you. he looked into your eyes deeply before speaking. “as soon as i heard the whispering , i booked my ticket and began packing. i decided to leave early.”

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. he left his job early to come surprise you and see you. you didn’t know how to feel. “i love you so much!” you beamed. “show me.” he says , leaning back onto the bed. “you just got here.” you say , pushing at his chest. “i don’t like being teased , you know this. so show me how much you love and missed me.” he bites his lip , looking you up and down. you roll your eyes , not taking him seriously. as you attempt to get off of him , he grabs onto your waist and pulls you onto his lap. “jimin let me go.” you whine , looking out at the morning sky. he chuckles , gripping onto your waist tightly , not budging at all.

you wrap your arms around him , smiling at him. “you’re so annoying.” you mumble. “what was that?” jimin says , smirking. you hide a smile and look down. “why are you being shy?” he whispers. lifting your chin up with his index finger. you giggle nervously , unsure of what to say. “it’s been a while that’s all.”

“then let me take the lead , okay?” he gently pushes you onto your back and pushes his bulge against your thin previously soaked panties from the video. he hums as he recognizes them , pushing himself deeper against you. “i know exactly what i want to do to you.” he says in a whisper. suddenly , he grabs you and lifts you off of the bed , walking you over to the windows of your shared apartment. he stands behind you , kissing your shoulders and rubbing the sides of your body. jimin pauses for a moment , standing extremely close to the right side of your face. “will you let me show you how much i missed you?” he whispers into your ear. chills run through your body as you get excited. you don’t say anything , but you nod , giving him the go ahead. “i need words.” he says in a low voice , playing with the sides of your panties. “show me jimin.” you say.

with that that he slides down your panties , getting on his knees as he brings them all the way down to your ankles. he holds onto your butt cheeks , slowly spreading them apart as he shoves his face into them , licking your vagina in a slow pace. you place your hands onto the windows , arching your back slightly as jimin repeatedly eats at your vagina , leaving small pecks on your folds. you lift your leg a bit and jimin holds it steady. he devours you in a way you’ve never see him before. you wonder how long he’s been waiting to do this. you slowly grind against his face , small moans escaping your lips everytime his tongue grazes your clit. he then stands up and begins taking off his shirt and pants , wasting no time at all. he takes out his cock immediately and rubs himself hard.

he pushes you up against the windows , holding onto your head. he slides inside of you , not allowing you to fully adjust to the length of him. he thrusts in and out of you hungrily , grunting as your butt smacks against his lower waist. “i missed you so much.” he says out of breath , not slowing down the pace. you turns your face to face his , holding onto your neck as you stare deeply into each others eyes. you bite your lips and manage to spit out a “i missed you too.” in between breathless moans. you leave your left hand on the window , taking your right one and holding the side of his face as he pounds you aggressively , not considering the fact that neighbors could probably hear.

after a few moments , jimin stops , pulling out and cumming all over your ass. you turn your head to look as you attempt to catch your breath. he smacks your butt , making it jiggle slightly. he then grabs you and walks you over to the end of the bed. he bends you over the small bed bench. you hold onto the bench , half of your body keeping you steady on the floor , the other half of the bench. jimin holds onto your sides , fucking you. he looks over to the bedroom mirror , running his hands through his hair as he admires the view. the cum on your ass begins dripping down slowly , some of it getting messy and sticking onto jimin.

he looks down and watches his cock slide in and out of you in a fast pace as he fucks you. he grabs onto your shirt and pulls it , using it to keep his pace consistent. “i’m gonna cum again..” jimin mumbles , gripping onto you tightly. the phrase alone makes you throb , your knees buckle as the sensation of orgasming overcomes you. your body twitches as you cum all over jimin’s dick , making a sticky white mess.

small beads of sweat slide down jimin’s chest and abs. he slams into you with one final trust , not pulling out as he fills you up with his cum. you curse under his breath , feeling his cum drip out of you and into the bench. your body felt weak and tired.

jimin slides out of you and steps back. he walks over to the dresser and grabs a few napkins. he begins slowly wiping you clean , making sure to also clean up his cock. you lay there out of breath , your vagina feeling exhausted and sore. jimin teases you , rubbing his fingers along your vagina. you jolt forward , the nerves in your clit extra sensitive now. he chuckles at his , smacking your butt and helping you up off of the bench. he sits down , pulling you on top of him. his cock is still hard. you reach behind you and grab onto it , slowly stroking it. he closes his eyes and throws his head back slightly as his tip feels sensitive. without warning , you lift yourself up and slide his cock into you. he groans , opening his eyes and placing his hands around your waist. “break please.” jimin mumbles , feeling tired.

“it’s my turn.” you say. he hides a smile , leaning back and resting his back against the bed. you put your hands on his shoulders and slowly grind on him. you continue this motion for a while , looking down at jimin as he looks up at you , his eyes half lidded. he can barely muster out a moan as he just lays back and enjoys the feeling of your vagina once again. you prop yourself up on your feet and grip onto jimin’s shoulders , bouncing on his cock like never before. jimin perks up , load moans escaping his mouth. he dirty talks you , teasing you to go faster and harder on his cock.

he suddenly pushes you off , grabbing you and putting you to your knees. you open your mouth , staring up at jimin and begging him to cum for you. he grabs his cock and slaps his tip against your tongue a few times before cum starts to spill out into your mouth. once he finishes , his cock goes limp as he tries to catch his breath. he looks down at you and closes your mouth with your jaw. “swallow it.” he demands. his cum is silky and sweet as it slides down your throat. you do as he says , grabbing onto his cock and cleaning up a bit more. you teasingly begin pumping him again. he swats your hands and laughs , plopping down onto the bed bench.

“if we go again i’ll pass out.” jimin says. “but i missed you.” you kiss his jawline , wanting more. he chuckles and smiles , not taking you serious. “i need to rest before we do anything else.” you give him one final peck on the lips before standing up and grabbing a new pair of panties to wear. when you walk back into the room , jimin lays naked in the bed , drifting off to sleep. “did i put you to sleep?” you tease. he smirks. “i did most of the work. i deserve a break” he extends his arm and reaches out for you. you slide into the bed beside him and rest your head on his chest , listening to his breathing as he slowly falls asleep.

written by swanlakebaby™

[wandussyfantasy]

Request

Wandanat X fem!reader

reader is tied to a bed, wandanat tease them, then overstimulate them by taking turns drawing orgasms from them, to the point that there's tears, maybe some aftercare if you're comfortable

love your work babes

Happy Birthday

Summary: Wanda and Natasha wake you up with a special birthday surprise.

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

bottom fem reader, top!fem WandaNat, oral r receiving, threesome, sensation play, adult toys use, overstimulation, bondage, and blindfold.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

When you fell asleep, you were lying comfortably in the middle of the bed with your girlfriends Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff on either side. However, when you wake up, your arms are tied to the headboard and your legs are tied to the foot of the bed and Natasha’s tongue is inside of you. “Oh, look who’s awake,” Wanda says to Natasha. 

“What’s happening?” You ask as you pull on the restraints. 

“Ah ah ah, don’t try to break those,” Natasha says next as she lifts her head. “It’s your birthday,” Natasha purrs. “We wanted to celebrate it right,” you relax on the mattress as a slow grin spreads across your features. You knew you weren't in any danger, but it's odd to process something like this first thing in the morning. Natasha returns to her task, she licks your pussy like it's the best treat ever and Wanda holds you steady when the pleasure starts to make you squirm. She keeps an eye on you, getting turned on by the sounds you are making for Natasha. As your body sinks into the mattress, she takes her cue to start pleasuring you on other parts of your body. But first, she hands Natasha the vibrator. 

Your eyes shoot open at the sound and shut instantly at the contact. Wanda starts kissing up your body, starting at your stomach. She places her lips all over your tummy and it tightens and relaxes at her touch. Then she makes her way to your breasts and latches her mouth on the round body part. She licks all around your sensitive nipple as she sucks on your breast. Natasha shoves the vibrator inside of your tight hole causing your first orgasm of the morning. Your entire body spasms underneath Wanda and Natasha. 

They don't stop what they're doing, Wanda has her mouth on your other breast and Natasha is drinking your arousal as it makes its way out of your body. Another orgasm follows from the overstimulation and this time they pull away to give you a break. Wanda and Natasha switch places while you come down from your high. Natasha leaves the room to retrieve something and Wanda falls between your legs. She starts by giving you a foot massage. Then she massages the tense muscles on your legs to get them to loosen again. By the time Natasha returns with some goodies that you can't see, Wanda is nibbling on your inner thigh. Your walls squeeze from the pleasure and that's when you notice she has fingers inside of you. 

Natasha sets her things down and starts by placing a blindfold over your eyes. Although they were shut often, the addition of the dark fabric over your eyes seems to have heightened your senses. You feel Wanda's slow pumps of her fingers inside of you. The figure eight motion she was doing with her tongue when she pulled her fingers out of you. Then you feel something cold. It's dragged against your thighs, leaving goosebumps and you try to figure out what is touching you. But you don't come to a conclusion until she inserts the cold object inside of you. A moan escapes you as your legs try to bend. 

The next sensation you feel is something soft and feather-like. It tickles your feet and you try to swat it away. You hear giggles. The cold dildo is removed from inside of you and you hear the snap of a bottle cap. The feather is being danced around your body as Wanda is kissing your labia as she would kiss you on the lips. Your breathing gets harsh as you are being stimulated by so many sensations. Natasha stops using the feathers on you and you try to figure out where she is. She answers your unspoken question when you feel her lips on yours. Her kiss is intoxicating and you're eager to reciprocate but you can't for long. She pinches your very sensitive nipples and Wanda inserts the cold dildo again, this time with a lubricant covering it that is making you feel even more sensitive in your pussy. 

Natasha's touch is lost again and your body focuses on Wanda's. The soft feel of her hand rubbing your thigh. The letters she's making with her tongue on your clitoris. The way she is fucking you with the metal dildo. Then suddenly, something warm falls onto your tummy. More of it falls in a line up your body and you groan. Hot wax. It stings only a bit and a third orgasm hits. Wanda is quick to replace the dildo with her tongue, wanting to lap up every drop of your climax. 

“Please,” you beg in a harsh whisper. “I need a break.” 

You hear giggles as a response. Then you feel nothing. No one is touching you. The blindfold is still on you and you struggle against the restraints, trying to remove something. Finally, the blindfold is removed and Wanda and Natasha are standing next to the bed, both wearing strap-ons. “We’re not done with you just yet.” You take a deep breath as you prepare yourself for what's next.

To Be Continued...

[scenezfreak]

soo ermm.. ben drowned x fem!reader having sex for the first time??

*scuttles away*

Omg this is so cute!

(Clarification: I write for the Slendermansion AU, Ben is in his 20s, Thank Yew.)

First Time

Ben Drowned x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, virginity loss implied

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI.

It was finally time. You and Ben decided to have sex for the first time. You were happy he didn’t push it when he asked for the first time and you said to give it a little before actually doing it. Earlier you messaged him saying you were ready. He saw the message flash on his screen and he almost jumped out of his skin..he couldn’t tell if he was happy, anxious, or excited.

All day you had been staring at him..well more than usual. You couldn’t tell what it was, just chalking it up to you just adoring him like always. Until you really started to think..that’s when you came to the conclusion you needed him. You decided to message him, your heart dropping when he left you on read for a couple of minutes. You quickly came back to life when you saw his response, it read: “Sorry..I just didn’t know what to say. But..yes, my room or your room?” Your eyes flickered over the words on the screen. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you typed out: “Your room”.

Later that night after freshening up you made your way to his room, gently knocking on the door. Your heart picked up when he hurriedly opened the door. He didn’t say anything as he grabbed you and pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you and leading you to his bed before you felt yourself being gently pushed on the bed with him on top. He felt his cock twitch in his pants at the way your eyes looked up at him. He captured your lips in a kiss, trying to keep himself from snapping and taking you right then and there.

His hands slowly roamed over your body, he broke from the kiss to leave a trail of kisses to your neck. He gently sucks on various spots of your neck, leaving dark bruises that you were sure to stare at later. He only stoped to grab the hem of your shirt, his eyes looking into yours for permission. When you nodded he pulled your shirt off of you and then your pants. His face flushed at the sight of your matching bra and underwear. He leaned back down to kiss the top of your breasts, leaving a couple of more dark bruises.

You sat up as he fiddled with the back of your bra, you huffed out a laugh as you swatted his hands away and unclasping it your self, not giving him time to pout before you took your bra off. His eyes flickered between yours and your breasts. You guide his hand to touch you as you lay back down. His thumbs rub over your nipples causing your breath to hitch. Ben took one of your nipples into his mouth, you shuddered at the new feeling. His tongue swirling around your nipple.

You gasped and let out a whine. Your hand coming up to grab his hair, the moan he let out sent vibrations straight to your core. You gained some confidence and let your hand travel down to the tent in his pants. He stopped sucking and let out a groan, his hips rutting into your hand. “Fuck..” He cursed before leaning back and stripping himself of his own clothes. Your eyes landed on his boxers as he pulled them off, his cock springing out, the pre cum was practically dripping and your mouth watered at the sight. You shifted your hips a bit and took off your underwear, his eyes were glued to the wet patch that formed.

When he got back on top of you he sat back and spread your legs, the sight of your dripping cunt only made his cock twitch. “I’m gonna have to stretch you out, love..” He said as his fingers gently rubbed at your clit. You nodded, biting your lip to hold back a moan. He slowly inserted one finger and then another. His fingers pumping in and out, curling to right place. He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, your legs attempted to close only to be stopped by him.

He removed his fingers and licked them clean. “So good..” he whispered. He was going to have to eat you out some other time though, his mind was far too focused on fucking you right now. He lined up with your hole. “Ready?” He asked, you looked up at him. “Yes..need you so bad..” You responded. Ben wasted no time pushing into you, both moaning at the sensation. It hurt at first but he treated you so well, kissing you to distract you from the pain. When you told him he could move he started out with a slow pace, gradually working his way up.

He leaned forward and you both stared into each others eyes with pure love as he pounded into you. Your hands clawed at his back, his balls slapped against your ass repeatedly. The sounds filled the room along with your moans. Ben kissed your neck causing you to shudder when he would occasionally groan. “Fuck, baby…so damn tight” He hissed. “I might cum already” Your hole clenched more at his words. Before you could warn him, you were cumming around his cock. He threw his head back at the added slick with and groan.

Ben sat up straight, continuing to pound his cock into you. His eyes locked onto the way his cock slid in and out of you, your cum dripping onto the bedsheets. “Takin’ me so. Fucking. Well.” He emphasized with thrusts. Your eyes filled with tears as he overstimulated you. “Gonna cum- fuck” He thrusted a couple more times, causing you to cum once again with a cry of his name. He quickly pulled out and stroked his cock, warm white ropes landed on your stomach. You both heaved for air before Ben leaned forward to sloppily kiss you.

After laying there for a minute he spoke up, “That was..wonderful..” You nodded your head in agreement. You both were too spent to take a shower and change the sheets. “I love you” You muttered into his chest. He smiled, “I love you too” he said, planting a kiss to your head.

[postersofleon]

notes: this is a repost from my other account. little smut so no minors. implied age gap

village ada is the most lonely ada. her only human connection was leon and he isn't here anymore. just like he said all those years ago, they were meant to go in separate ways. ada was in her job and leon in his. neither of them actually trying to stay in the relationship.

so, after her failed mission of saving ethan winters, she needed to relax with a couple of people. unfortunately for you, ada found you. at first, village ada found you as funny pet who would do anything for her, but as time passed ada began to notice that she herself was making those excuses.

you weren't like a person begging for affection. you were just being... kind. it had been a long while since ada had felt this type of kindness. ada is constantly having you around her, sitting on her lap or just near enough. she isn't going to risk to lose another person. everytime, she is done with a mission, she is the one crawling back to you. her body is still in great shape and a bunch of scars from all the battles mark her skin.

she doesn't care about the age gap. you knew she was old and you chose to date her. why would she care? she doesn't give huge presents, but rather small items and jewels. and this is you two not dating. this is a situationship. but then, she sees you hanging out with someone and something... snaps.

"date me." ada feels too old to make it romantic. "no."

ada hates you for saying no. she tries to ignore you, she needs to ignore you because who has rejected ada before you? a couple of weeks pass, she sees you again asks you rejected her. "you only asked me because you saw me with someone. you don't seem to like me. just my company."

ada hates how you came into that conclusion. yet again, that's how you started for her.

you two spend a proper time falling in love. you completely soften her up, little by little. Ada regained her humanity, but it was different from before. she went to dances with you, she was actually trying to work you around her schedule. she hated the clingy type yet she was the clingy one. she would retire for you. her love wasn't a dirty secret. it was all hers.

NSFW

having sex with older ada is just the same as younger ada. she had no shame of how her body looks. her entire life has been her dominant in her line of work and she is older than you so she is trying to do the same at the bed. she uses the strap, she lets you ride on her toy in the pace you want. she mutters praises, she appreciates how you whispered how much you love her.

then, when you two official start dating, ada constantly your neck, nibbling on it, fingering you constantly or gently pumping your cock. ada's arms wrapped around your waist. she is so much soft and gentle.

you kiss her scars. she didn't want to tell you about her job, it would make her feel sad that knew about it. yet, you cupped her breasts and play gentle with her nipples. you had an idea her job was dangerous so you praise her body.

she feels like a goddess when you look at her when you are on your knees for her. she doesn't need praise as much, but when you muttered it her eyes soften even more. she never realized how much she likes being called good girl.

[loveforeren]

Soooo another little drabble to hold ya'll over until I decide to finish one of my 15 or 16 drafts. This is gonna be Eren x Reader x Mikasa.

You sat there sipping the drink someone had ordered for you. You don't know who did or why but you weren't about to pass up a good drink for no reason. As you were taking sips of your drink, you felt a hand wrap around your waist. You were about to push the person off but then you smelled the cologne. That was the same smell you had grown to love but couldn't have due to him being into a relationship.

"Eren, what are you doing? You know you have a girlfriend.." You say trying to softly squirm out of his touch.

Eren grins and slides his fingers down your thigh as he moved his arms off your waist. A shiver went down your spine. The way his icy-cold fingers ran down your thigh was electrifying, but he was dating Mikasa.

"Eren..stop." you said quietly.

"C'mon..what's wrong, Y/N. You don't want me..?" He whispered in your ear.

You sigh and stand up.

"I..I uhm have to use the bathroom.." you said.

You scramble towards the bathroom and turn one last time to see Eren staring with a grin on his face. You make your way to the bathroom. You walk in to see Mikasa leaning against the wall. You felt guilt surge through your body. Her boyfriend just tried to flirt with you, and you didn't have the guts to say anything.

"Hi Mikasa.." you say trying to keep a smile on your face despite the guilt.

"Hey Y/N," she says as she goes over to you placing a hand on your waist. The same spot Eren had his hand on.

"I'm guessing Eren didn't take the smart approach and tried to talk to you so I will." She said her voice smooth as honey.

You stiffen up. What could she be talking about exactly..?

"Eren and I were talking, and we both came to the same conclusion.." she says whispering in your ear.

"What..is that exactly..?" You ask.

If only you knew what they had in store for you.

You were now on the bed as Mikasa sucked and pinched your breast. Eren was pumping those same cold fingers he had on your thigh into your tight cunt. You were feeling euphoric as they both pleasured you.

"Mikasa..." Eren said as he seemed to signal something to her.

Mikasa grinned. You were in for a long long night, but you knew you'd be left feeling amazing by the end.

Moni notes ➳❥ I hate this but I had to post something I have some stuff in my drafts that I'll post soon. I have like 15+ things in my drafts.

[lottiecrabie]

would loveeeeee some good lazy morning sex content

this was so soft i weirdly got poetic with it lmao

as matty has to get up for a show, you must give him a proper good morning

warnings: 18+, fingering, unprotected penetration, fluff

1445 words

The alarm clock goes off. Your eyes flutter; you try to make sense of the room around you. It takes you a few moments to realize you’re in a hotel, to remember you’re on tour with your boyfriend, to remember he’s leaving for the day. You shake your head awake. 

“Hey,” Matty whispers, stroking your cheek. “Go back to sleep.” You refuse to listen to him, sitting up. He takes your hand, tugging you into his arms, swallowing you into comfort incarnated. You smile satisfiedly, practically purring as you nestle into his warmth. “You don’t have to be up this early.” 

“I want to be up this early.” 

“No one wants to be up this early.” He slips the tip of his fingers under your pajama top. His touch is tender, gentle. It climbs up to your ribs, spreading across each bone. 

Matty tickles the end of your breast. You feel your nipples harden in premonition, waiting for him to find them. You sigh, rolling your head on his shoulder. He finally grabs a handful of your breast, probably smirking somewhere as you gasp. 

“How long before you have to go?” 

Matty hums, still playing with you. “Whatever time we need.” 

“Yeah?” You ask, and it might have come out as some squeaky moan. He grins cheekily, burying his face in your hair to kiss the back of your neck. 

He nods. “All the time we want.” He bites gently, then takes a nipple between two fingers, rubbing it. Your breath hitches, growing heavier, higher. You tighten your legs together, grinding softly in hopes to find some kind of tangible relief. 

“So impatient,” he whispers. “I said we had time.” 

“It doesn’t mean I want it.” 

His other hand grazes the side of your thigh, starting a slow travel to your entrance. “You have very confusing wants.” He finally meets the inside of your legs, teasing over your underwear. You open your mouth, panting quiet moans into the chill morning air. Thank God for the blankets; for his arms, for his fingers, for his tongue licking up your neck. 

“Let me help you,” you manage to say, though it comes out breathy. 

Matty nibbles at your skin, chuckling easily. “Oh, please do.” 

“I want to be awake. I want to enjoy my morning with you. I want your fingers—” Matty leaves no time for you to finish your request, he slips his fingers past your underwear, playing with your growing wetness. Ecstasy hits you like a lightning bolt. You scrunch your face. “Shit, Matty.” 

“Yes?” As nonchalant as he sounds, his voice comes out hoarse, practically a groan, like some deep burning need he tried to swallow down lodged in his throat. Even without it, you would feel his hardness pressing against your back, begging. “Keep going, darling. You were doing so well.” 

“I want—” There he goes again, pulling the carpet from under you, dipping one finger inside of you. A whimper leaves your mouth; he shushes you, encouraging you to keep talking. “I— Fuck— I want you to fuck me.” 

He’s pumping one finger in lazily, barely concerned with keeping some kind of rhythm. It’s enough to leave you moaning, twisting your head to bury your traitorous whines in his shoulder. He catches all of them still, digs them out of his cotton shirt if need be. 

“We’ll get to it, love.” 

“I want it now.” 

Matty laughs, thrusting a second finger inside of you. Your eyes roll; you bite into his shoulder. “You’re a little impatient.” 

“You must have misunderstood me. I’m a lot impatient.” 

He tsks. “I wanna make you feel good first.” His thumb circles your clit. All fingers come together to play a harmonious symphony; you moan to the music it creates in you. Waves of pleasure build across your limbs, but your walls still clench, pleading to be filled. 

“I already feel good.” Your belly tenses, foretelling an early conclusion. You whine, hitting the pillows. “Please, Matty. I want you in me.” You press your ass against his hardness, hoping to convince him this way, make him realize how desperate you are, how ready. “I don’t want to come alone.” 

“Fuck,” he swears, taking his fingers out. The removal is painfully sinful, your quick snatch away from an abyss. You breathe through the loss, closing your eyes. 

Matty works his pajama pants down behind you. Too lazy to start removing clothing, he pulls your underwear aside, teasing your pussy. Just the feel of his tip licking your entrance is enough to make you shiver. You throw a leg over his, opening yourself wider for him. 

“I’m so lucky,” Matty says, kissing your cheek. His morning stubble tickles your skin. You scrunch your face, giggling at the feel. “So beautiful.” Slowly, he starts entering you. 

You both sigh in relief as he slides into you. Your walls rearrange for him, welcoming him home. Nothing feels as right as him inside of you; nothing as full, as complete. You moan when he bottoms out. 

Matty doesn’t move for a moment, breathing through the feeling. Spasms of pleasure hit you, clenching around him. Still, you enjoy staying in the quiet for a moment, enjoy the divine meeting. 

“You were made for me,” he says, thrusting out to come back in. His arms tighten around you, tugging you closer to him like he could trap you inside one of his ribs, keep you forever. “So warm, so right,” he mutters against your neck. 

His rhythm is slow, lazy, like he’s not chasing some feverish relief but reveling in the moment stretching between you like toffee. The air tastes sweet, tastes pure. You interlace your fingers with his, then trail them down your stomach. 

Matty laughs as you make his index press against your clit. A groan slips past your lips. “Look who wants my fingers now.” 

“I always want your fingers. I always want all parts of you.” 

He speeds his thrusts a little, changing his angle to find your spot. When he finally hits it, you bite your lip down, stifling a scream. This is what heaven must feel like; golden light, warm bodies, blank minds, pure bliss swooshing in your stomach. 

You grip his finger like it could attach you to this world, puppeteering it furiously against your own clit. His free hand squeezes your breast, twisting the nipple. 

The room is wonderfully quiet, like you had hidden it in some corner of the universe no one could find but you. The only sound near is your joined moans — almost impressively in synch — and his hips slapping against yours. 

“Are you close?” 

You nod fervently. “Yeah. Yes.” 

“Me too,” he pants, hips snapping faster. 

The lazy thrusts become erratic, something fast and deep, senseless. He chases your release, fingers hard at work between your legs. You open your mouth wide, letting all the screams and whines leave you carelessly. 

Euphoria builds inside of you. You feel it peeking its head, teasing the ends of your toes. “Matty,” you moan, half a chant and half a warning. 

“Me, too,” he pants. “I’m right there.” 

He lets your breast go, pressing hard against your stomach as you fall from the edge of the world. The orgasm rocks you; you feel your head fall back spinelessly. Your throat barren, vulnerable. Right after you, Matty grunts in your ear, spilling inside of you. He pumps a few lazy thrusts, chasing his climax to the end. 

He stays soft inside of you for a few minutes still, breathing heavily against your neck. His arms feel infinite. There’s nothing outside of this bed, not even a floor. You sigh in complete relief, in pure happiness. 

Of course, Matty must get out of you at some point. He has a morning to attend to, several band members ready to lay into him for showing up late at soundcheck. He rolls onto his back. You turn to him, laying your head in the crook of his shoulder. 

“Good morning,” you say. He laughs, openthroated, not scared either of what you could do to it. 

“I love you,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head. He tries to kiss your lips next, but you twist away, hiding in the pillows. 

“Morning breath,” you mumble through the cotton. 

He stares at you deadpanned. “I was literally inside of you.” 

You shake your head, smiling playfully. “Come on, get out of bed Mr. Big Shot. I wanna go back to sleep.” 

He tsks. “Already kicking me out when you were begging me to come in.” 

“You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are.” 

“You’re right. I’m even funnier.”

[redslumbers]

― tattoo'd my name where?!

Characters; nakedtoaster, quest, nightowl, xyx.

Warnings; fem!reader, smut, Manhandling, mentions of orgasms, overstimulation, Doggy style, breastplay/sucking, thigh spanking, morning sex, cunnalingus. Degrading names "whore" and "slut" in xyx's scenario. (Favoritism towards xyx and toast)

·  · ·  · ✦ you get they're name tattoo'd on different parts of your body, and it leaves them in a Frenzy ✦( @extrakuli )

TOAST doesn't actually notice the tattoo immediately, only because it's in a spot that's hidden. They actually manage to see it one morning when they call you to come and look at a new game trailer on they're computer.

Your still in your pajamas around that time, and you'd only woken up around about 2 hours ago, at least. They've already taken up the chair at they're desk, so you manage to make it work by leaning over his desk while standing next to them. Your so completely focused on the 5-minute gameplay trailer you don't feel your small shirt conveniently roll up a bit, giving toast the opportunity to see it.

They're name stained on the skin of your Lower back in the form of thick black ink, the letters are designed in a sort of bubble font.

"[Name] is that what i think it is...??"

Maybe if you'd told him sooner they'd already be over the initial shock by now. But then again if you would've told them earlier than you would have ended up missing out on being fucked against his dresser.

It's going on at least 20 minutes at most, yet he still hasn't stopped himself from fucking you; his long and slender cock pumping so deeply inside your warm cunt, you can feel each thrust of it, rubbing against your wet and velvety tight walls. You don't know how a mere tattoo was able to rile up your usually stoic boyfriend but fuck, if this is how he reacts to you having one then you just might go back and get a few more just in case.

a thin sheen of sweat decorating his forehead as he keeps his concentrated attention on nothing but his name that's permanently plastered on the lower back of your body, almost where your ass is.

You did this on purpose!

You know that everytime you and toast decided to get intimate, any time he feels he's in the mood to feel your tight cunny cum and spasm around his dick he'll always, always throw you into a doggy position where naturally your back and ass is most visible.

"Fuck, [name]. if you wanted the attention, all you needed to do was ask."

QUEST is one of the most attentive out of the four of them. So, he notices the tattoo almost immediately. it happens when he allegedly decides to plan a warm and romantic date at a fancy restaurant you've almost never heard of.

you'd made a conclusion that the most appropriate outfit for a date would be a dress, not giving much attention to how it exposed your dark blue tattoo that sat just above your chest.

Once quest had seen you, he gave you the usual cheesy compliments he always did. but a sudden silence followed afterwards, which confused you. it wasn't until you followed his stare that you suddenly realized what he was starting at. Your tattoo of his name sitting so pretty right where your tits were.

The events that follow afterwards are completely unexpected, especially for his gentlemanly character. The way the part of the dress that covers your chest is pushed down and your tits are freely revealed for him to see the full tattoo in all it's hypnotic glory.

His hands palming at your chest as he stared at your tattoo is pure awe. He'd never even considered you'd do something so daring. you couldn't help the soft gasps and occasional whines that left your lips whenever he'd grind his large hands against your hardened nipples.

"You like it?" you asked, in a meek voice.

You get your answer when you find yourself sitting on the kitchen's countertop, while your boyfriend sucks on one of your pretty tits, roughly. his strong hand squeezing and massaging at the other one. no matter how large or small your breasts are his hands will somehow always manage to get a good grip on them. "So pretty, yet always up to something mischievous, yeah?"

You whine his name in response to his words while trying to get his attention off the tattoo, so he'll focus more on pleasing you. All he could do is let out a warm and loving chuckle at your behaviour, well that and give you what you want.

NIGHTOWL is left in a state of absolute shock when you show him your brand new tattoo of his name on your lower abdomen. The tattoo itself doesn't shock him, but rather the placement of the tattoo.

"Fuck, no way. [name] ... you didn't!" he speaks, kneeling down to get a closer look at the inky word on your pretty skin. "i did!" you giggled, proudly. "I'm guess from the smile on your face, you like it?" you teased, placing your hand on his head, lightly tangling your fingers in his golden locks. "i love it."

He knew that you already believed him when he said he absolutely loved the new tattoo, but he needed to prove that he absolutely loved the new decision.

before you knew it, you found your boyfriend between your legs; licking and sucking at your clit like a starved man who'd hadn't eaten in days, his tongue massaging your labia and rubbing against your hole, addictively.

All you could do was keep your shaky hands in his golden locks and hope he'd get over the new skin adjustments sometime soon today.

"night, fuck― you have a class that starts in 12 minutes, you can't― mm! fuck fuck!" Your unable to suppress the whiny moaning that forces it's way from your throat when you feel his slender tongue push into your hole deeply, pushing you to a orgasm immediately.

With a angelic yet mischievous grin, he removes tongue from your spasming cunt. "I'll tell my professor that I'm taking a sick day." is all he explained before pushing his tongue back in to continue worshipping your new tattoo.

XYX, second to toast, doesn't notices the tattoo as quickly as Quest or Night does. He doesn't notice until you finish taking your shower.

Coming upon realization that you had forgot to grab a bra, you open the door to the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body. a towel that barely covers anything.

"Xyx, could you grab my bra from the room?" You call from the bathroom, hoping that despite wherever he was in the house right now, he'd still help you.

Only 20 seconds pass before Xyx comes to you, handing you the missing piece of clothes you need. "Thanks, love." You hummed before attempting to close the door. Your attempt being interrupted when Xyx stops the door with his hands. "Love?" you asked, confused.

"Wait, Wait, fuck. What is that?" Xyx asked, pushing his way into the bathroom, uninvited. "is that a tattoo of my name?" you can hear the unbearably habitual arrogance in his voice. He'd finally managed to notice the tattoo of his name that's been placed on your left thigh.

You could feel a sense of panic stir in your stomach when he brought it up, you could only stand there, silently. When you refused to confirm nor deny if it was his name, he took it upon himself to see.

You felt a sudden warmth when your boyfriend got close, really fucking close. His hand pushing your towel up, ignoring your words of protests. "Fuck. your telling me that you got a tattoo of my name and didn't tell or show me?" Xyx asked, massaging the skin that the tattoo was placed on.

with Xyx's reaction to the new tattoo, it was almost inevitable that he'd persuade you into dropping the towel. Which he did successfully, not only managing to do so but managing to bend you over the sink and stuff you full of his large and girthy cock.

"Good girl, Good fuckin' girl." He groaned, sliding his length so deeply inside of your gummy walls, he swore he could get lost in them. "is that why you got this tattoo? cause you knew that once i saw it, I'd fuck you like the whore you are?" he muttered in your ear, more focused on the feeling your cunt walls smothering him, relentlessly.

"if you were so bent on― fuck, branding yourself, you should've added 'slut' at the end of the tattoo. since that's what you've― mm! ―been acting like lately."

©redslumbers  ·  · ✦ ― please do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work on any platform, or claim any of it as your own. 01-16-2023.

[monkey-d-ezekiel]

I totally understand why manga readers hate the One Piece anime. like, the anime borderline ruins a lot of the important aspects of the show. I see so many one piece anime watchers who are frustrated with so much stuff in the anime, and like. please try the manga. for your own good. it'll take some effort getting used to, but once you get in the groove you won't be frustrated in that way at all. i promise. Oda has created what is more or less a masterpiece, and here's some ways in which Toei botched it and watered down the experience.

1. Art + Animation

the OP manga has some of the most consistently good art compared to a lot of other series. The shading conveys emotions well, the atmosphere is well built, and Oda makes pretty good usage of the 2D page in conveying 3D movement. The biggest difference is that while the women are still not the most accurately proportioned, there's a lot more emphasis on their facial expressions and overall aura and demeanor.

the anime spoils all this by giving us sloppy character design and lazy animation. since the episodes are still weekly and not seasonal, they have to pump out fast and cheap animation, which makes them overuse still frames, motion blur and overall just not give the source material the effort it deserves. the women in the show have zero detail paid to their facial features, and they all seem to have had their breasts artificially endowed to 3x the size of their head by the ever generous toei animators.

Honestly, the One Piece anime is on par with shows like Dragonball Super when it comes to bad art and animation. Especially post-timeskip.

2. Pacing

pacing is always a big issue that anime watchers point out, and at this point bringing up this issue is like beating a dead horse. it's still extremely important though, because the manga is most definitely not this badly paced. 1 chapter worth of content is animated into 1 full length episode. the length of all the impactful scenes is elongated with reaction shots, exclamations of "woah! a very obvious thing is happening in front of us! unbelievable!", as well as stare-offs, wide shots and unnecessary flashbacks that all seem to last for an eternity.

there are 2-5 minute recaps in every episode as well, just in case you lost track of everything that has happened so far in the story you're following with interest. the manga has none of these issues, and the best part is that you can decide your own pace. if something is boring, just read past it quickly. if it's dense or interesting, slow down, take your time and savor it. the emotional impact of scenes is not lost simply because of how often they're repeated/elongated, as often happens in the anime.

In conclusion, the pacing and art quality of the source material is far superior to that of the anime adaptation, and while I do find it very epic when my favorite manga scenes are animated in the show, I don't think it's reasonable for anyone to put themselves through the grueling ordeal of watching the dragged out episodes of this anime simply for those moments/fights.

If you like the anime, that's great, im happy you're following the story of one piece in the way you find most suitable, and i don't wanna demean you at all because these are all just subjective opinions. but if you're an anime watcher who finds themselves to be frustrated with some of the issues in the anime, i think you could give the manga a try. it'll take some getting used to, but you won't have any of the frustrations that will persist as long as this anime is airing.

[bonefall]

Could anything be done if a younger, orphaned kit was brought to camp, but there were no currently nursing queens at the time? I’m asking because I’m revamping an old oc story I made when I was like 10, and this type of situation happens in it. In the og story I just made up a magic milk herb that the kit could eat instead, but that’s insane and I’m trying to be a TAD more realistic about plant life this time around lol. I love your au and you’ve clearly done a LOT of cat biology research so I was just wondering if you had any ideas. Thanks in advance!

I have heard stories of cats who had not given birth starting to spontaneously lactate for an adopted kitten, especially if they had kittens in the past, but I wasn't able to find any studies on it to tell you exactly how it happens.

BUT I do know a good bit about how humans induce lactation, I'll give you two options and you can adjust it to what fits your story best. First is inducing lactation, and the second is a shoddy formula recipe.

OPTION 1: INDUCING LACTATION

This is going to work best on a cat who has previously given birth, but anyone who has mammary glands is going to be able to do this.

But, this is going to take some time. As soon as that kitten is discovered, someone's gotta volunteer and get ready. In humans, we start about 2 months before a baby's expected to give it time to come in, but every second counts in this situation.

In humans we use a mix of estrogen and progesterone, and stimulate the teats regularly with a breast pump. The stimulation makes the body release prolactin.

The hardest part of this is finding progesterone naturally. The best source of it is a type of yam that grows wild in Mexico, but my guides are based off England... so, we'll need to find something to help the body increase production naturally.

So, as soon as possible, give the warrior a controlled mix of Fennel (for estrogen), and start putting fish and strawberries into their diet. The pump won't be needed if there's a kitten actively trying to suckle; that's more than enough stimulation.

OPTION 2: FORMULA

The hardest part of this is going to be the fact that Clan cats have no access to milk. In SkyClan, they might make a special mission to try and acquire some from humans. Or, since they're so smart, they may even recognize that they could target unflavored yogurt.

But anyway, the best thing you can get instead is eggs. Crack them, mix them up, and add just a couple drops of flax oil (if the kitten becomes constipated.) Ideally, the milk/yogurt would be added to this poultice.

But, in conclusion... it's difficult. There's a lot in this process. The best thing that could happen is that someone has milk to spare, or the kitten's a little older and could start being weaned.

[ladylooch]

The End of the Spiral [Lio Meier]

A/N: Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! for all the love on the crazy ride that has been Lio's spiral. I had so many pinch me moments during these parts. I am always in awe at how incredible you all are in your support for my work! I hope you enjoy the conclusion and the new Lio 😘

Word Count: 5k

ICYMI Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

She smelled incredible. Effervescently addictive. Like the roses in his Mom’s garden in Switzerland or the wild flowers in the Swiss alps. She has always smelled good, but tonight his senses are assaulted with her. Maybe it’s the lust. It claws at his skin, drowns his lungs and stirs him awake in places he wants to feel her wrapped around. 

“Fuck.” Lio moans into her neck, then sucks her skin. Normally, he would bite, but tonight he sucks. He needs to hear Savannah’s airy sigh as she surrenders a little more to him. Just like that. Her body weight settles heavier against him. He pulls her off the wall, licking his lips as he surveys her flushed skin. Her blonde hair poofs wildly from his hands. She grins up at him, blue eyes wide with need.

Their eyes stay connected and Lio can sense it. The way his heart beats harder in his chest to the point that it almost aches. The way his pupils blow wider at her little giggle and crinkle in her nose because she thinks he is taking too long to continue. He knows her. Unlike any woman he has ever held in his hands before. He can read her, anticipate what she is going to do next before she even thinks it. His bones ache with the belief that she feels the same for him.

Everything that once was rushed, becomes slow. Savannah’s hands come to Lio’s hips. She gently begins to push up his shirt, exposing the taut skin of his abdomen. He lifts his arms for her. The soft cotton drifts to the floor of her hallway. Maintaining eye contact, Lio brings his fingers to the zipper at the side of her hip. He pulls it down. Her skirt collects in a pool at her feet. Then, her shirt joins the other articles of clothing on the wood floor. She brings her arms around his neck, kissing him with open mouth nudges until he is lifting her by the back of her thighs. Into the bedroom they go, Lio trips over a pair of shoes she left in a haste by the door.

“I’m sorry!” Savannah laughs once he regains his balance. 

“ ’S okay.” He mumbles, laying her back on the bed.

Savannah bites her lip as Lio pulls her black tights off one at a time. He is slow, watching the black fabric like an addict as every inch of their slip gives him more of what he needs- her. The first leg slips off her foot, revealing ruby red toes. He smiles, kissing them to hear her giggle. She is so ticklish. His dimples practically piercing through his cheeks and into his mouth from smiling so wide. Fuck, he loves how she makes him feel. How effortless and warm their nights are together. Like a sacred home he didn’t think was out there for him.

Lio blinks and the scene jumps to Savannah spread out in front of him after he made her orgasm into his mouth for the first time. He can remember it clearly now. How sweet she was. How hard she gripped his hair. How loudly and proudly she moaned his name. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, pointy pink peaks cutting the air in her bedroom. Lio kisses his wet mouth along her soaked folds, gathering as much of her taste as he can before he pulls away. His sweet girl. His. No one else’s. 

“Need you, Lee.” She whimpers, reaching for him. He laces their fingers together, then hovers over her, rubbing his pulsing head between her silky folds. He hits her tight entrance and pushes in. She accepts him completely, a dire moan extending from his mouth right into hers. Her legs wrap around his strong hips, keeping his thrusts deep. Their chests press together, mouths assaulting each other, noses colliding with each pump. 

“Oh.” She sighs, releasing his fingers. Her arms come to his back, one into his hair to tug at his brown strands, the other resting on his shoulder. “Lee, look at me.” Her hand comes to his chin, keeping their gazes locked, thumbing his bottom lip. Her blue eyes search his.

Lio takes her in below him, so blissed out on this fiery connection. His chest balloons. Irresistibly, he softens into her body, bringing his hands under her back to collect on the tops of her shoulders. He changes the angle even deeper. Savannah’s walls collapse in on him, signaling her impending orgasm. Lio fucks inside her rapidly, insistent presses into her welcoming heat at a delicious angle. Their bodies couldn’t be closer. Their gazes stay on each other’s eyes. Sex has never been this good, this addictive. He’s never missed it this much before it was over. His balls clamp tighter with her next spasm around him. He closes his eyes in ecstasy for a moment.

“Cum inside of me, Lee.” She pleads. “I want you smeared between my thighs in the morning.” He chuckles, then kisses her again.

This would be the first time for them to do that and he wants it as bad as she does. He races them towards it with his hips. She arches her back into him, breasts squishing into his pecks. He takes everything she has to give before he allows himself to have the favor returned. Hot ropes collect on her walls from his cock. He groans at how wonderful it feels to have both of them mixed together inside of the woman he loves.

In his memory, Lio collapses onto Savannah, then rolls her onto his chest. 

Presently, he lets a leather chair catch his flannel covered back. He rubs at his face dejectedly, pushing his hair back under the rim of his Swiss hockey hat. He blows out a heavy sigh, letting himself come back to the room he is in, disappearing from Savannah’s bedroom. There are college degrees on the wall, fancy bound books and plush furniture meant to create a comfortable space for you to relive the worst of the worst. 

“What are you thinking?” The man across from him asks.

“That I was in love with her then. And I am still in love with her now.” Lio whispers. He sits up. “And that I blew it up on purpose because I didn’t think I could be what she deserved. The way she looked at me afterwards….” Lio trails off for a moment. Hunched forward on his knees, his thumb pushes against his puffy, bottom lip. He had been dragging it between his teeth the entire time he relived the most intimate moment he had ever shared with another person. “I knew it would hurt like hell to lose her. So, why not lose her then? Before it got more complicated and hard.”

“What did that protect you from?”

“Nothing.” Lio clenches his jaw. “Absolutely nothing.”

“What is next with you and Savannah?”

“I’m not sure. I know what I want it to be though.” He drops his gaze to the carpet squares that have various widths of straight lines running across them. “Me and her forever.”

“Mmm, let’s end there.” The man’s measured voice brings Lio a sense of peace. So many things have started becoming clear to him. Things he had wondered and searched his whole life for now have a lens of clarity. A notebook shuts, then is set on the desk to the right.

“Great session today, Lio. You worked through complex emotions with more ease than I have seen from you in the weeks we have been working together. You should be proud of yourself. I am proud of how directly you are facing this.” Dr. Keith says as he stands from his chair, gesturing for Lio to head towards the door. “Let’s continue that next week.” 

“Thank you.” Lio says, shrugging his jacket back onto his shoulders. 

Two months ago, at the urging of Emma and Lucie, Lio started to see Dr. Keith to work through the complex issues that have brought him here. The childhood disconnects, feeling undeserving of love, and the unbearable pressure of performing in the best hockey league in the world. It is more complex and difficult than Lio imagine at first. It’s also hard. Really hard to be vulnerable and go to places he would rather not. But living the way he was before, when he almost lost everything, is a place Lio can’t afford to go back to. So every week, he sits in that huge, brown leather chair, picking at his nails and sorting through the messed up puzzle that is his life.

“You are off to the West Coast?” Dr. Keith wonders as he walks Lio towards the lobby.

“Yeah. Seattle tonight.”

“Ah. Well, good luck rejoining the team tomorrow. I’m looking forward to hearing about it next session. Take care of yourself, Lio” Dr. Keith parts with his standard message. 

With a final wave, Lio steps into the winter air, shrugging his collar up higher on his neck. Now to the next hard thing of the day, his first plane ride since October.

Lio’s struggles with post-concussion syndrome have been continuous for the last three months. He has slowly ramped back up to skating, suffering two big set backs, the last one three weeks ago. He has attempted patience, explored eastern medicine treatments too, but the reality is, just like his mental health, his physical health needs some time to straighten it’s self out. For a boost and to reward progress, the team training staff decided he should come with on the next Devils road trip. He is thrilled to be back on the road with the guys.

And Savannah. 

He has seen her a lot the last few weeks. It’s strange. He wondered if he would see her less, but it turns out being out of the game means more face time with her. He has found many ways to capitalize on it. Like earlier this week, he found her curled into a seat in the stands during practice. She had been on her phone, not seeing him sneak up next to her. He tapped her shoulder, watching as her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back when she turned to look.

“Hi. Thought you could use some coffee.”

“Oh, thanks! I forgot my cup on the counter this morning and the vending machine coffee is not doing it for me.” He hadn’t known that, but is pleased with his good timing. He hands the white cup over. She takes a sip, then sighs contently, rolling her shoulders inward as if to snuggle with herself.

“You remembered my coffee order?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” She laughs, surprised.

“Because you said it matters to you when people remember the little things.” Her sculpted eyebrows dash up in curiosity.

“Like coffee orders and favorite flowers?” She ponders.

“Peonies are an excellent flower choice.” He responds, then looks back to the ice, taking a sip of his drink. The silence between them is filled by skate blades, pucks and sticks. Savannah takes another sip of her coffee too, then turns more towards Lio.

“That flower shop down the street from my place must have stopped selling peonies. Haven’t had any mysterious deliveries since last Spring.”

“Nah. The sender just realized this wasn’t only about him.” He keeps his gaze on the ice, biting his top lip. “Maybe the recipient didn’t want to be reminded of him every week.”

A few days later, him and Savannah had caught the same elevator down to the locker room. There had been some water collecting in the hallway outside the Zamboni tunnel. Savannah’s heels slipped on the water, but Lio caught her before she landed hard on her butt. Her fingers had gripped his arm tightly, reminding him of before. When she was breathless beneath him and needed something to anchor her to the world. 

He wants to be that anchor for her again.

The way she had looked at him still sends shivers down his spine days later. He can still imagine her finger prints pressing into his bicep too.

When Lio gets onto the plane that afternoon, the boys are pumped. He is high-fiving and fist bumping his teammates. They’re dealing him into the poker game the minute they get the all clear after take off. It’s a long flight out to Seattle and Lio has some sense of normalcy returning as they all talk and shoot the shit. 

Savannah is in the front of the plane with management and the coaching staff. He doesn’t see her the whole flight, not until he files onto the bus with the rest of the team. She is dressed in black dress pants, a light blue sweater and silver boots. She smiles at him politely as he passes her. Lio stops. Clarity for what he needs to do next smacks him in the face as if he is in the middle of therapy having an ‘aha’ moment. He turns back around, apologizing to a rookie as he steps out of the aisle. 

“Savannah?” Lio calls to her quietly. 

“Lio?” She responds. He feels his limbs turn to goo hearing his name fall from her lips. He steps forward another row, then sits down in the seat across the aisle from her.

“Have you ever been to the Starbucks Roastery?” A line forms on her forehead.

“No?”

“Would you want to go with me tomorrow?” Savannah licks her lips, looking to the front of the bus with wide eyes. Two more players pass between them as Lio awaits her answer. If she says no, it might kill him. 

“Ahm.” Savannah looks back at him, searching his face. “Sure. Yeah.” 

“Great. I’ll um, see you there tomorrow? At 9?” She nods, blinking and looking away when the coaches come on board. Lio stands, then walks back to his spot on the bus. Several teammates give him weird looks. He doesn’t care. He’s waited long enough to have this conversation with her.

It’s not going to get any easier. He knows nothing about the hard part is over. 

All of that waits him tomorrow.

- - -

Surprisingly, it is Savannah who is first to arrive at the roastery the following morning. Probably because Lio spent over an hour staring at himself in the bathroom, saying his jumbled thoughts out loud. The problem with preparing this is he has no idea what her response is going to be. Lio has several things he wants to say to her. Firstly, to apologize for his horrendous and irresponsible behavior. Second, to tell her he loves her like he should have months before this. And third, to accept the consequences of his actions. 

Even if that means he leaves the same way he enters: alone.

He heads to the counter, seeing Savannah already has a cup in front of her. He orders a cappuccino, then waits for it to be set at the end of the bar before he heads over to her table.

“Hi.” He says shyly as she curiously looks at him settling into his chair.

“Hi.” She smiles. Lio is so nervous. This is not his hotel bathroom. She is a living breathing person who holds his heart in her hands across the table. One word and she could crunch him back into the black hole he barely made it out of. No, he can’t let that happen. He has come too far.

“Thanks for coming.” She nods, then crosses her legs under the table. 

“Is this my intervention?” She quips, sensing how nervous he is. Lio swallows hard, trying for a light laugh. It comes out like a honk.

“Um, no, maybe mine though?” He sighs. He nervously flicks his eyes over her face, pausing at her full mouth. “Sav.” Her eyes close when he says her nickname. Hope blossoms in Lio’s heart. “There is so much I’ve been wanting to say to you.” 

“After all this time?” Savannah points out bluntly.

“Yeah…” He trails off, looking down into his cup for a moment. “I never felt like the time was right.” 

“That is an excuse, Lio.”

“It is. You’re absolutely right. But I’m so sorry about what I did. I recognize how late this is, but I felt you deserved this. I don’t expect anything from this. I understand that some things can’t be mended, shouldn’t be mended either. If our relationship is one of those things, I accept full responsibility for that.” He looks down at the table and sighs heavily. “But…. Selfishly, I need you to know that I am in love with you.” Their blue gazes connect. Savannah visibly shutters and straightens. “I could see a whole life of us together. I want that. But I understand if you don’t see a future for us or want one with me anymore.”

Savannah drops her gaze from his, rubbing at the print of her lipstick on the coffee mug. Lio stops, trying to gather more courage. But Savannah starts talking.

“How do you know that you love me now?”

“Because I loved you then. In your place, that night we made love. When you trusted me that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” Lio swallows hard. “Then I let you down. You gave me your heart and I dropped it. I hurt you and did inexcusable things afterwards, thinking running away would save me. I am so sorry.”

The look on her face when she showed up at his apartment crosses his mind. 

You’re hurting me, Lio.

A wave of nausea passes over him. Fuck, how is she so good? Too good for him. His inner demons begin to spring to life, whispering dark words of his undeserving character. Flaws on flaws while she sits there willing and attempting to understand. 

“Loving me is one thing, but how do I know this won’t happen again?” 

“I won’t let it.”

“How? What will stop you the next time you’re freaking out? You haven’t done this before, Lio. There are going to be so many more moments where you’re going to be faced with fight or flight. How do I know you won’t run?” 

“I just won’t. I’m going to stay. I’m going to grab your hand and pull you in and say I’m scared but we are going to do this together. You’re the only person I want to do life with. It’s why I told you everything this summer in Switzerland. I needed you to know what I was going through and the baggage I am still bringing to the table now. I’m not perfect. I will fuck up again. But I’m going to stay.” He shakes his head. “I hope that’s enough for you. I understand you’ll have to decide if it is.”

“I think you’re wrong.” She extends out the last word while shaking her head. Lio’s heart jolts out of his rib cage and into his throat. Then her teary blue eyes meet his. A new slash scrapes his heart at seeing her so visibly upset. “You keep saying old you and that you’ve changed, but to me, you’re still you, Lio. This is who you are. Those times? It didn’t feel like you. There was so much pain and turmoil in you that night.”

“Don’t make excuses for me.” Lio whispers.

“I’m not. What you did wasn’t okay and it was shitty and you’re right, it really hurt me. It hurt you too.” She nods, then brings her pointer fingers up to collect her tears in the corners of her eyes. “But you were in a dark place. You didn’t love you. I knew you couldn’t love me either. Or whoever that was in your apartment.” 

Savannah looks away, blue eyes gazing out to the wet Seattle street. She tucks her bottom lip into her mouth, crossing her arms tighter over her chest. The lights of the coffee shop bounce off her blonde highlights and the blush along her perfect cheek bones. Anxiously, Lio takes a small sip of his cappuccino. He waits, not expecting what she says next.

“So I have to ask you, do you love you now? Because you said you love me, but do you love yourself?” Lio contemplates, then slowly nods.

“I do. Even the part of me that hurt you.” Suddenly, unexpectedly, Savannah grins. She stands up, crossing the foot of distance to grab Lio’s face. Then she kisses him. Lio is so taken aback, it takes him a moment to realize what is happening. But then he acts. He turns in his seat, knees bumping into hers then he tugs. She falls onto his lap and he rushes a hand through her hair. His other hand goes to the small of her back, pulling her as flush to him as she can get. 

“I love you, Lio.” She murmurs, fluttering kisses along his mouth, up his nose, to his forehead. Lio’s eyes stay closed, long after her kisses stop. Savannah’s airy laugh rushes along his face. “Lio!”

“I don’t wanna open my eyes in case this is a dream.” 

“It’s not. It’s real life. Happening right now. A hot woman who wants to make out with you more is on your lap.” Lio opens his eyes, then brings his hand to the back of her neck. This time, Lio kisses her. He drags his tongue through her mouth, gathering as much of her taste as he can get. Savannah rocks forward with her hips and Lio startles. “Sorry.” She smirks, not at all sorry about what now settles between their hips.

“Now what?” She whispers to him afterwards. 

“I don’t know.” He shakes his head. He puts his forehead onto her sternum, resting his nose in her cleavage. Her fingers card through his hair, then rest on the back of his head. 

“I can’t wait to figure it out with you.” She sighs, resting her cheek next to her hand in his hair. 

The dizziness Lio has felt for the last 9 months halts. In it’s wake is a sense of peace and the warmth of Savannah.

This is what he had been fighting for. Through the darkness and the crippling loneliness, this is what he had been going through the ringer for. The light at the end of the tunnel. The sunshine of a new, purposeful life that he is worthy of.

And it is finally here, arriving right on time, packaged up in a petite blonde who he will keep safe for the rest of his life.

“Sav?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

- - - 

Red and white lights swirl on the glassy surface of the ice in front of Lio as he sprints out of the home tunnel. He’s back. Finally back after months and months of clawing from the bottom of concussion hell. He was cleared to practice last week and with no set backs again, he was cleared for contact and is making his storming return. 

Lio feels good tonight. He knows he has a goal or two in him.

He does his first lap, purposefully keeping his gaze on the ice as always. Then his third lap, his eyes trail along the glass. There they all are: his parents, his siblings, Lucie, Mack, Stella, and the love of his life Savannah. He slams his stick right on Savannah’s chest as he swirls by, laughing at the way she jumps out of her skin. He feels her playful glare across the ice as he slips a puck into the top right corner. He grins at her as he comes back around. He stops suddenly, spraying snow onto Stella. She squeals then presses her small palms on the glass. He double taps them then grits his teeth at her as she roars back at him.

“Ooooo you so tough, Stelly!” He calls. Stella frantically pats at her mom’s arm. Lucie helps Stella take off her jacket. Stella spins, showing the back of her Devils shirt has been bedazzled with Uncle Lee and 96. Lio puckers his lips and Stella blows him a kiss back. 

During the game, he feels the energy of the crowd as they cheer for him every time he touches the puck. Electricity courses through his veins with the desire to produce for his team. Two goals back to back end up in the net. He just misses an empty netter for the hat trick, but the team gets their two points, which is all that matters to him.

He is quick to undress, knowing he has a pack of people waiting for him to visit with after the game. His hair is still a little wet as he runs his fingers through it before putting his shirt back on. Savannah is outside the locker room when he comes out. She steps backwards, away from another front office member towards Lio. She grips the buttons of his shirt with her fist then tugs. He falls down onto her lips. He smiles into their kiss, loving such public affection from his new girlfriend.

“Good game, stud.” 

“Thank you, babe. You still coming to dinner?”

“Of course. Give me like fifteen. I’ll come down when I’m done.” She kisses him again. Lio gets bold, brushing her butt with his fingers, then begrudgingly dropping his hand. She smirks. Mmmm, she wants him to continue those wandering hands later. Lio pulls his suit jacket back on his shoulders as he walks towards the family waiting area. 

He can’t help but smile when he sees them all. They’re laughing, all listening to Liv speak while Stella spins and spins and spins in the center of the group. She is off balance when she sees him, gripping Lucie’s leg to stay balanced. Then she sprints to where he is. He crouches down, picking her up and tossing her up high into the air. He catches her effortlessly, then tucks her into his chest for a hug.

“Hi good luck charm.” 

“Hi!!!!!!” He can smell the cotton candy on her breath. He kisses her cheek then sets her back down. She runs back to Lucie, spinning around through all the adults to continue being the center of attention.

He gives hugs around to all of his family members, the only one missing being Connor. He is on a road trip in Dallas right now, but Lio had a text from Connor after the game.

Glad that didn’t happen against my team. Happy for ya. Love you. See you next week 😈

Ah yes, they play the Rangers again for another battle. This time, David won’t be getting the best of him.

“We should head out to make our reservation.” His mom says after glancing at her watch. She steps forward, kissing his cheek. “I am so proud of you, Lee.” 

“Thanks, mama.” He murmurs, hugging her close. His dad steps forward next, clasping him into a tight hug. Lio smiles, sensing his dad is feeling emotional when he grips tighter to Lio’s shoulders. Of course he loved and wanted Lio. How couldn’t Lio have seen it before when this is how his dad has hugged him his entire life?

“Proud of you. For more than just the game tonight.” Lio nods in agreement.

“I have the best big brother.” Liv giggles, throwing her arms around his shoulders. He squeezes her back tight. The only one who didn’t leave him during all of this turmoil. He hasn’t been in the past, but he’s going to be the best big brother like she deserves going forward.

The only two left with him are Lucie and Stella. 

“You coming?” 

“I can’t. Someone has to get this one to bed.” Lio nods in understanding. “You looked great out there tonight.” Lucie murmurs. “Not just as a player, but as a man. You seem at peace.”

“I am. Thank you… for everything.”

“Besties for the resties.” She snickers. “Come over for breakfast Sunday? Bring Sav. Con will be home.”

“I don’t think we can make it.” The Devils have the next few days off and he plans on locking her in his apartment. It’s the first extended off period since they reunited in Seattle. 

“And here I was complimenting you for changing. You’re still a whore.” Lucie smirks.

“I have changed. I only do that for one woman now.” Lucie laughs, then leans forward so Stella can give him a hug.

“Bye, Stell. Thanks for coming to my game.” 

“Bye Lee Lee.” She sighs, closing her eyes tightly as she clutches her mom’s neck.

Off Lucie goes in the direction the rest of his family went. Lio puts his hands in his pockets, then turns towards the Devils locker room area. Coming down the ramp of the arena is his gorgeous girlfriend. Her light tan heels clack the concrete as she types fast on her phone. Her pass and blonde pony tail bounce buoyantly with each step she takes. Lio smiles wide, watching her approach with feasting blue eyes. She nibbles the inside of her cheek, then pushes her blue light blocking glasses up her nose before resuming her furious texting. She is almost going to walk by him, but he steps in front of her. She stops suddenly, hands hitting his chest as he encloses her in his arms to keep her steady.

“Hi!” She exclaims. “I need my coat from upstairs, then we can go.”

“I’ll come with you.” He entwines their fingers, then they continue her trajectory together. They gather her jacket and purse from the press box area. Lio holds her coat up from behind so she can glide her arms easily in. Savannah chuckles as Lio gathers the end of her pony tail out from the collar.

“Someone needs to tell the press how soft this man has become for a woman.”

“I’ll do an on-the-record interview right now.” 

“But if we’re on the record, I can’t do this.” She grabs his suit jacket, pulling him down to her. Her tongue strokes his between his lips. He sighs happily.

Yeah, he only messes around with one woman these days.

But what a woman she is.

[tiktokonaclock]

The Siren and the Demon Chapter 7

“You are so beautiful. Gill looked up at the woman sitting on his lap. "I hadn't realized how beautiful you are before. I don't know what has changed last night.”

“You started to See me under a different light." Kazarina answered. She leaned towards his ear. "And a good light makes a great difference.”

"Those spotlights were doing wonders for you if I am being honest.” He smirked. "Both metaphorically and literally.”

“You yourself didn't look too bad either.” She stroked his cheek lightly with feather like tips of her fingers and slowly moved them to the back of his neck. She could feel the hand climbing from her knee towards her hips. "Maybe it was the... maybe it vas the tuxedo. Not sure.”

He kissed her and she immediately felt his tongue deep inside her mouth. His Fingers took a good grab of her hair and pulled down, exposing her neck for him as a small moan escaped her lips.

"We need to... We need to talk about this." She murmured out of her breath as he mibbled her neck.

About what ?" He whispered.

“This." There was urgency in her voice. Yet, her fingers were still playing with his hair. She was taking short, noisy breaths. He could feel her pulse pumping Just under his lips. "Hou are we gonna…how are we gonna hide this?"

“You Just Jump to conclusions.”

"You don't wanna have sex again?”

“Of Course I do.”

“Then we need to talk about how we are gonna hide it from everyone.”

Gill slowly pulled away and gulped.

"I mean you jumped to the conclusion that we would hide it. "

Kazarina looked down, surprised. "What else are we gonna do?” She giggled. "Tell everyone that we are boyfriend-girlfriend?”

“Would that be so horrible for you?”

“No-it's Just... " She stopped, unable to form the proper sentences that would express her. "I don’t think it would be a good look for either of us. We... we are rivals, Gill. Rivals don't make out. "

She Sighed "Plus, this is more physical than, you know, emotional; don't you think?”

Gill blinked. "Yes. Yes, I mean. Of course it is.”

"Exactly.“ Kazarina was so calm that you would think she was talking about a glass of water. "And we need to set up a few rules if we are gonna go around behind everyone’s back.”

His hand grasped her waist for a few seconds. Then it slowly slipped up to her breast. Another moan escaped her when she felt her flesh being squeezed. His hand then went up, his fingers finding their place on her neck.

She could feel the pressure, yet it wasn't tight enough to make her breath stop, at least not yet, she thought.

She put her chin up without breaking eye contact, not even for a second. “Later.” She whispered. "Be patient."

"Fine" He murmered as she slided over to the chair next to his.

"We've got time, don't we?”

“Exactly.” She turned to him and hung her legs down from his knees. She took her mug in her hands as he put his elbows on her upper legs.

“So. " He sighed. "You are the strategist. What are your suagestions?”

She sipped her coffee. "We should Keep acting like how we have always acted.” She said. “The same attitude. The same amount of disagreements. If we suddenly start getting along, they’ll know. If we start to get into too many arguments, they’ll know.”

“So you say we stage a performance. Okay. What else?"

"We should pay extra attention to the security of our communication channels now. And, no flirting on digital plalforms. Just tell me that We need to have a meeting about this and that, and I'l know. And no physical contact when the others are around, obviously. Keep your distance.”

“And where are we gonna meet? Would your lab do?"

It might, but it is too much of an open space. Not private enough. Actually, nowhere in the palace is private enough.”

“How about our own apartments in there?”Members of the 12 Orders were given apartments in the Palace instead of bedrooms. An apartment was formed by a few luxury rooms.

“No. I mean anyone could see me walk into far apartment.” She said. "I think your house is the best option we have."

“Its location is more secure, right?”

“Yes. Mine is too close to the palace. Yours would be much harder to stalk.”

Gill shrugged. "Great. Then it's settled.”

Kazarina smiled, "Yes it. is.”

She leaned on to kiss him but her phone started ringing.

“Oh, come on!”

Gill laughed slowly. "I think you should answer that.”

Kazarina sighed. “Hello, Stoica.”

“How is our award - winning mad scientist this morning?" Stoica chirped.

"I feel fine. You know, a little tired but fine." "0h, so you had fun, didn’t you?” Stoica responded, laughing.

Kazarina made eye contact with Gill, who was grinning.

“Sure it did.”

“And your date looked familiar too. Tell me, how the hell did that happen?”

“I needed a good looking man to put on my arm and he happened to be available.”

“Kazarina, that ginger head is not good looking.”

Gill showed his middle finger to the phone as Kazarina laughed.

“Oh, come on. Cut him some slack. He is not ugly.”

“Whatever you say, Kaz. Hey, are we still getting Margaritas tonight?”

“Can we do it after tomorrow? Regular place.”

“Sure.”

“Okay, great.”

“I gotta go now, See ya!” He said with an energetic tone and hung up.

Kazarina turned to Gill. “You weren’t supposed to witness that.”

“That little shit!”

“Yeah, it makes me sad that I can’t tell him about last night. I am dying to see his reaction.”

“You need to be careful with the margaritas, or you might slip.” He smiled. “And also, since when you two are this close?”

“We have always been. It just wasn’t as visible as you and Airzel, I guess.” She stoped for a second. “We are not gonna tell him either though, right?”

“Right. Let's just keep it to ourselves.”

“My dirty little secret. I like that idea.” She leaned towards him and they kissed, without interuption this time. “Are you sure you don't feel like eating?" She whispered, her fingers tangled in his hair.

He smirked. “Actually, I could use some breakfast, now that you mentioned.”

Without another word, she pushed his head down, watching as he obediently kneeled in front of her.

“I am gonna take a shower." Kazarina murmured as her hands cupped his face. “You are not gonna be bored, are you?” “No, I need to make a phone call, then I plan on ordering us some pizza.”

“Sounds good.” She said and kissed him one last time before walking away.

As soon as he heard her door locked, he grabbed his phone.

Even though he was too proud to admit, relaxing for the last 24 hours made him realize that he had treated Zenet like a jerk last time they spoke. Seeing her getting so anxious broke his heart. Since it was Barodius’ brilliant idea to “motive” the junior members, he could not tell her the truth about her friends’ “deaths”. Knowing they were not actually dead would make her feel a lot better.

“Hello?” The young girl answered the phone.

“Hi. How are you?”

“Im fine, I guess, I am dying my hair.”

“Oh, so you are at the hair salon?"

“Pft, no. I am not paying the hair salon to dye my hair.” She exhaled. "I am doing it on my own.”

“Oh, okay. Are you going for a different color?”

"No, Just covering the roots. The red streaks started to show, you know.”

“Would you use your natural color if it was, you know?”

“Probably yeah, I mean, it looks good and it looks unique, so yeah, I would. Why do ya ask?"

“No reason.” He stopped to listen to the Other side of the line for a moment. He could hear the rock music playing in the background.

“Are you free tonight? Do you want to stay at my place?”

Zenet stopped for a second. She did go over to her dad’s house to spend the night every now and then. It was so awkward in the beginning. But with each night spent, she started to enjoy this bonding attempt more than she’d like to admit.

Her eyes turned to her nightstand, on which stand the vodka bottle in all its glory.

“I have plans tonight. Would tomorrow night do?”

“Sure.” Gill said right before the glimpse of the notification on Kazarina’s phone got his attention.

He was not the type of man who would check his girlfriend's phone. Especially when she was not even his girlfriend. Yet, the notification read: "2 New messages from Nurzak.”

What could she have anything to do with that old man? He knew he could not unlock the phone, and it drew him crazy.

“Hey? Are you there ? Hello?"

"Yes Zenet, I am here. Uh- what were you saying?”

“I said would tomorrow night do?”

“Sure. I gotta go now."

“Okay, bye.”

She hung up without waiting for an answer.

It was well late into the night when Gill finally left. 03.27, to be exact.

She closed the door after him and turned around with a sigh, leaning her back to the door.

She felt the lingering nervousness under all the lust and and excitement come into the surface. She hadn't realized just how much she wanted him to like her.

She felt like an actress, playing another version of herself. Best possible version. Softest. Prettiest. Most feminine. The most lovable version.

She hoped he hadn't realized how much time she spent in the shower; putting on her most expensive body lotions, oils, perfume.

Then doing her hair, putting different products on it, creating “beach waves” that look like she had just woken up like that naturally.

And make up, of course. Nothing too flashy, a “no make up” look that would cover all the imperfections on her face and give her a natural glow; long lashes, rosy cheeks, glossy lips…

She spent an hour and a half hiding in the bathroom, trying to look effortlessly beautiful for him.

Lumagrowl flew up to her. They shared a silent moment.

“Don’t give me that look, Lumagrowl.”

“Get out of that lingerie and put on some real clothes, Kazarina. I feel cold looking at you.”

Her eyes turned down to her matching underwear, satin robe and bare feet. He was right.

She turned to him. “Do I look good?”

Lumagrowl sighed. “Very. Way too good for him, in fact.”

“That’s what I was trying for.”

“How aspirational.” He said as she walked towards her dressing room. She put on her pajamas, socks and slippers to stop her slight shivering.

And as she changed her clothes, her mind replayed their last encounter.

It was in the heat of the lustful moment, during the very middle of the act when he put his fingers on her chin and turned her face to him.

“You are so pretty.” He whispered. “You look like the Barbie doll.”

The feminist in Kazarina was dead.

“Your Barbie doll.” she whispered back. “My Barbie doll.” He repeated before french kissing her. “All mine.”

He grabbed her hair and pushed her head to the pillow. She gasped. He caressed her hair.

For a split second, she wondered if he pushed her head to take his upheaped anger out of her but when she felt the strokes on her hair, she found it hot and the th feeling of lust took her ability to think until she came off of her high.

She took the leftover pizza from the fridge and started to eat on the kitchen island.

Lumagrowl was flying to her once again, with her buzzing phone this time.

“Who even is it at this hour? Kazarina asked.

“Nurzak.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Yes?”

"Kazarina. I have been trying to reach up to you for hours! Why don’t you answer my texts?!”

“Nurzak, it is 4 am!”

“You should text people back then!" He sighed and continued with a calmer tone. “I thought you were caught, somehow.”Kazarina rubbed her eye. “I was busy, that's all."

“We are gonna stage a coup in a few days, what else can you even be be busy with?"

“You should speak louder, we don’t want anyone to feel left out.”

“I am not at the palace. Anywoy, we should discuss some details.”

“I was gonna ask you to meet me in person to do that. Would tomorrow evening do?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s settled. Now go to bed, old man!”

[breastfeedinglife]

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[solbaby7]

lol so i’m actually not over this yet 😅 so indulge me for a sec because i just imagine the man just going insane, yearning fr more 😭

Because after Rhys has finally had you, you’re all he fucking can think about—obsessing over the curl of your hair and the supple plush of your lips to the point where he finds himself stealing your shampoo and hoarding tubes of chapstick that you leave all around. He loses count of how many times he finds himself bracing against the wall, your stolen bathing suit bottoms shoved against his nose while his free hand frantically dips beneath his briefs as he pumps his prick to the memory of your moans, the bounce of your breasts, the suffocating clench of your cunt around his cock until he’s spilling in his palms like some pubescent teenager.

An insatiable heat burns beneath his skin that’s amplified tenfold when Azriel suddenly comes to the conclusion that the temperature wards on the house won’t be fixed until the end of the week.

Surely, it’s a punishment. Some cruel torture that assaults him at random; his cock traitorously jerking to life every time he passes you in the hallway wearing some sinfully short shorts and a thin tank that shows off the weight of your tits straining against flimsy cotton.

It drives him mad, catching you in the kitchen with bare feet, freshly painted toes and your hair pulled up in a pony to keep it off your neck while you indulge in the expensive ice cream that’s been sitting in the freezer. “That’s mine,” Rhysand sneers with more frustration than malice, gaze tracking the special attention you give to the silver spoon dragging on your tongue in envy.

“It’s mine now,” Your grin back, smooth legs dangling on the countertops as you cradle the carton close. “Gotta be quicker next time.”

The windows are open, allowing some of the muggy indoor air to circulate but all the breeze does is push your scent right up Rhysand’s nose; warm vanilla notes and white sage merging with something deeper—something achingly familiar and warm. “Did no one ever teach you not to put your pretty hands on things that don’t belong to you?”

“Probably,” You’re too casual in your answers, body language relaxed and confident when one knee drops open, leaving one bent leg to steady your weight against the countertops. Excitement niggles at the back of your neck when you notice the High Lord sneaking looks at the pretty purple panties peeking from the cut of your shorts. “But it’s been a while since I’ve attended my lessons.” A chiming laugh bubbles from your chest; the sound feminine and saccharine sweet as you tease him with his own words. “Come take it if you want it so bad.”

Rhys swallows thickly, eyes gravitating to the inviting space between your legs. “You’re playing a dangerous game testing my restraint.”

“I’d say your restraint’s been broken for quite sometime now, Rhysie, wouldn’t you?” Teeth grit, jaw clenching so hard you’re sure it’ll break under the pressure. The sharp clang of metal dropping into the sink rings through the space, the ice cream is abandoned on the counter as you slink from your spot and creep forward like a cat on the prowl.

Every muscle in his body locks when you circle him, raking in the strain of his muscles against his designer clothes; fingers itching to sink your nails in the seams of his stupidly expensive shirt.

“I mean, sneaking in my room to steal my panties doesn’t exactly give off the vibe of someone in control.” Even as you stand before him, neck craning to reach his eye, there’s not a lick of fear in you; a cocky sort of smile growing at the corner of unbearably kissable lips as the power you wield becomes horribly apparent to Rhys.

“I’m a High Lord—“

“A High Lord who pervs on pretty girls just to get off.”

A noise rumbles through his throat, face scrunching slightly as if your words hit his ears like nails on a chalkboard. “Pretty girl,” Rhysand emphasizes sharply, correcting you without hesitation and you can’t help but preen under the confession. “Singular.”

Heat of the Moment

rhysand x reader

warnings: smut, this is pure selfish indulgence, public masturbation 🫣, possible swearing, mildddd voyeurism (this batboy likes to watch, i’ll die on this hill), drunk swimming, nudity, kinda pervy!rhys if we’re being technical here, had to get it out my drafts sry

summary: When summer in Velaris becomes too hot to handle, you take it upon yourself to go swimming; naked—better hope no one’s watching.

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Rhysand fucking hated the summer.

Sometimes he found beauty in the suns resplendent display during its rise and fall in the sky. Saw hints of the Mother nestled in the flowers proudly broadcasting their colorful beauty around the house’s perimeter—but that was about as far as his admiration ran.

Mostly due to the fact that Rhys absolutely abhorred the pulsing burn of the sun, its rays boiling ten times hotter when adorning the typical black of Night Court attire. He positively loathed the drifting pollen in the air that stuck to fine fabrics of his tailored suits and the humid breeze that forced an uncomfortable sweat to thicken against his skin.

Two fingers tug at the collar of his dress shirt; one, two, three buttons being yanked undone until a healthy amount of chest is exposed, inky tattoos on full display. “Anything?” Rhysand mentally sends Azriel’s way with more than a little bite in his tone but the shadowsinger doesn’t even flinch.

“It would appear a few of the wards are down.”

Even without physically seeing his brother, Rhys can picture the amused tilt of Azriel’s mouth to accompany his sarcastic tone. “No shit! It’s a hundred godsdamned degrees in this house.”

“Pampered High Lord can’t handle a little heat? Open a window. It’ll be fixed soon.”

Rhysand grumbles, eyes rolling when Azriel’s mental shields are rebuilt and fortified in an instant. He takes his advice though, sluggishly dragging across the room to open the double doors to his office balcony with more attitude than intended; the polished wood clanging against the walls.

It’s not the sound that captures the High Lords attention though.

It’s the female with her toes dipped in the water, back stretched out against the smoother parts of rock that surrounds the lake below. A towel is splayed over heat-kissed stone, a bottle of wine used to hold down one edge while a wicker basket full of chopped fruit and cubed cheeses, cured meats and crispy crackers holds down the other.

He knew he should've looked away when he realizes it was you. He should've turned around and put the image of you out of his mind so he could finish up the debilitating pile of paperwork that remained on his desk. There was so much to do—so many responsibilities to tend to and now with the wards out of place, who knew how long it could take to detect them all and fix it.

But Rhysand just can't tear his eyes off of you and that skimpy little bikini you adorned.

It's awfully dainty, with flimsy little straps and cute bows tied tightly against curvy hips in a pretty pastel purple that pops against sun-kissed skin. You've tied your hair up, a messy bun of a thing plopped at the top of your head with a bright scrunchie but a few stray curls fall free, teasing at the back of your neck and sides of your cheeks when the wind graces you with its presence; ruffling the pages of the book tucked between two fingers.

He lingers there longer than he'd care to admit, memorizing the scrunched furrow of your brow and the precious pout of your mouth. One of your hands falls carelessly to the side, occasionally reaching for a snack or a drink of wine until Rhys decides he's definitely been looming in the doorway an obscene amount of time—enough to almost feel embarrassed and maybe a little creepy when you snap your book closed.

His cheeks go red, already preparing himself for the apology you're sure to demand from him for perving on you from the balcony but when Rhysand looks down, you're still none the wiser to his presence. Though, you have carefully put your literature aside to slowly glance at your surroundings.

Rhysand pauses his retreat, now surveilling as you had, searching for the sign of life that you’d detected but no matter how far he pushes his power through the trees and forestry, over the mountains and the village surrounding it —not a single soul is identified.

You seem to come to this same conclusion and Rhys waits with bated breath as your hands curl behind your back to undo the ties of your top. “Holy gods,” The High Lord's knees physically give out when the heaving plush of your breasts are bared, his weight slumping into the outdoor lounge chair and all but whimpers at the sight of you. Absolutely ethereal, you are; a gift granted from the Mother herself--completely unaware of the beauty you behold and the lengths males would go to have such beauty latched on their arms.

The very thought of another seeing you this way has jealousy churning in Rhys' gut.

A completely different kind of heat swarms his skin as your pretty purple bottoms follow where your top is haphazardly tossed and obscene kinds of filth floods his mind; a million fantasies taking root at once until all the blood needed for his braid to exude proper common sense is rushed below his belt.

Fuck, this was so wrong but that very fact makes his cock swell further. Every nerve in his body burns, and for once Rhysand isn’t brooding about the sweltering heat or the sweat dripping down his back or the disgusting little gnats that flock around the perfectly pruned flora. Not when you're there, not quite within arms reach but plenty close enough for Rhys to make out the outline of your body from under the water.

Thick curls cling to you when you break the surface and Rhysand doesn't even think twice before his fingers are hastily undoing the button of his breeches. Teeth bite into his bottom lip as he palms his hardness through the thin material of his boxers; violet eyes darkening into a lusty aubergine.

It’s effortless, the way you cut through the stream, feet kicking against the gentle current as you bask in the feeling of weightlessness—most likely grateful for the cool calm after waking up with clothes drenched in sweat and hair sticking to your shoulders. A complete juxtaposition to the shiver that rakes down your spine from the surprisingly crisp waters, goosebumps loitering your flesh and nipples pebbling.

Rhysand tracks every move, hypnotized by the way light reflected off the high points of your features, casting sensual shadows over the shape of your hips and the ample ass behind it. Drool damn near drips down his chin when you pull yourself out, every inch of you soaking wet and glistening; womanly curves jiggling enticingly as you plop out to lay on your towel fully intending to work up an even tan.

One hand strokes at his erection, thumb collecting pre-cum and spine sinking into the chair as he feasts on the display you’ve provided. So beautiful, so soft and lovely—oh, but not quite so proper, were you?

Because, the way you trace your fingers down the line between your tits lacks anything but decorum. Legs bend at the knee for stability while you tug at a nipple, your free hand sliding down, down, down until your perfect manicure disappears between your thighs. He's completely stuck; hooked, caught like a fish on a line and you just keep reeling in him closer and closer to his demise and yet he still refuses to fight it.

The throb of his cock is nearly painful, balls swollen and grip lethal when pumping up and down the thick length. Even when his eyes go droopy and his breathing grows labored, he forces his view to remain on you and the slow roll of your hips as two fingers slowly circle around the sensitive bud of your clit.

Rhys swears that he tries to stop but he'd already fallen too far, swept up by the unsteady rise and fall of your chest and the eager spread of toned legs as you build up to that sweet release. Huffy hums of pleasure drifts up into his ears like sweet music and while he wouldn't have considered himself a melomaniac; he could see the obsession forming if it was your voice carrying the melodies.

Velvety skin shifts with each desperate pump, thumb applying pressure just under the defined mushroom head of his prick when Rhys realizes the noises have stopped—your pretty moans and the slick sounds of your pussy no longer drifting his way.

"And here I thought a High Lord was supposed to hold himself with some sort of decorum,” Every muscle in Rhysand’s body locks at the sound of your voice, its cadence much closer than before and entirely too smug when you take in the leaking throb of his erection. Hands seize their stroking and Rhysand can't fucking fathom the fact that he'd allowed his imagination to run so wild—to distract him so intensely that he'd been sloppy enough to get caught.

He hadn't even heard you enter the room. Hadn't detected the familiar itch of one winnowing around his territory. You'd utterly blindsided him, a hot flush billowing into his cheeks, "I was just—“

"Watching me," You swiftly intercede, completely confident before him with your body free of periwinkle restrictions. "Instead of finishing that mountain of paperwork you've been ignoring."

"I got a little distracted." Mischief swells in your eye at the rough tone of his voice and it’s no secret your affect on him. Rhysand’s jaw was clenched tightly with barely contained restraint as he forces himself to focus on the lush green grass or the chirp of the birds wrestling in the trees instead of the soft swell of your belly and the supple curve of your thighs that sits right in his line of sight. “And you’re not exactly making it easy to pay attention to anything but you.”

“Good,” You all put preen under the compliment. "The harder the better." A sharp inhale is sucked through his nose when one knee drops to the free space of his chair. You hover over him, perky tits right in his face as you take your sweet ass time getting comfortable in his lap. It's bold; intrusive even—you plopping the weight of your ass against his thighs as you ease his hand aside and replace it with your own. "All the fun is in the challenge."

And what a challenge it would be taking such a massive cock.

It's really fucking pretty though. Hard to the touch and soft as silk. It pulses in your grasp, twitching when you give an experimental squeeze and Rhysand nearly finishes on the spot when you peer at him through thick lashes. Lust swims in your vision, aroused by the scenes from your book read by the lake and the added eroticism that ensued once realizing you weren't alone--that there was another watching you as you'd undressed. "Fucking filthy thing, you are." Rhys grunts as your thoughts consume him, abdomen contracting involunentarily as he submits to the overwhelming high that comes with your touch.

"Says you," Your wet hair drips a puddle by his shoes, liquid bouncing off polished leather as your hips shamelessly roll, grinding down along the muscular ridges of his thigh through his breeches, pussy clenching around nothing at the delicious friction. “Those expensive tutors forget to teach you that’s it’s not polite to spy on a lady?”

"They did," Never once had it taken Rhysand so long to conjure up a witty remark, "—but it's been a while since I’ve attended my lessons." The warmth from between your legs and the hypnotic bounce of your breasts is enough to turn him dumb. All the overstimulated High Lord can offer up is deep grunts and choppy pants through garbled praises and pleas for more as you have your way with him. You don't even have to bother tugging his pants down all the way, plenty satisfied with only unvieling the goods.

"Sounds like you need a refresher on manners." Consent is granted in the way Rhys’ hands grip at your hips, guiding you up, up, up until your dripping sex hovers over his own and when he and you finally connect—every movement turns desperate.

“Oh fuck,” He chokes out, starving hands feasting at your figure, ravishing every curve and devouring every sound you offer. It had to have something to do with the heat; this all-consuming hunger that burns beneath your skin and just engulfs everything in sight until all sense of rationality and logic had melted to mush.

“Better than your hands, huh?” It takes everything in you to keep your words steady, to keep your thighs sturdy and rhythm in tune as you rock your hips; experimenting with the feeling of such fullness. “Was this what you were thinking about when you were perving on me? How I’d feel wrapped around you? How far I could take you?” Fingers bite into your waist, it’s sure to leave bruises and yet you can’t find it in yourself to give a shit when you’re so preoccupied with sucking up every fucking inch Rhys had to offer. The noises that rumbles through the air is guttural, animalistic; stained with desire and a mind numbing need that triggers that possessive Illyrian blood within him and when his hips shift, feet planting more sturdy against the ground—you know you’re screwed.

Truly, undeniably fucked.

Because with each sharp thrust he offers, your cocky demeanor fades away. “Was thinking about how you’d sound and the noises you’d make for me.” The control shift is palpable even in your state, hazy eyes catching the second a flustered Rhys eases into the role of High Lord, weilder of a great power that he clearly knew how to manipulate. “Can’t say, I’m disappointed.”