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[creeksandsocks]

Lovefool (A valentines special)

New to being a couple, you and Eddie enjoy your valentine's day home alone with movies, roses and whipped cream…

Pairing: Inexperienced!Eddie x Inexperienced!Reader

[6.3K words]

A/N: Happy valentines day! I hope you guys like this - i've been working on it for a while!

Tags: Smut, 18+, MDNI, groping, blowjobs, eating out, protected!PiV, kissing, eating food off each other, nervous sex, saying “I love you”.

You finish applying a final layer of Pink Lemonade Kissing Potion Lip Gloss as you hear 3 solid knocks on your front door. You already know who’s knocking, you've been nervously awaiting his arrival all morning - doing your morning routine with extra care, tucking in your freshly washed sheets, making sure you have a brand new pack of condoms waiting in your nightstand drawer - From your mirror, you peer over your shoulder and see the clock on your nightstand reading 4:00 PM exactly. You appreciate that the heartthrob on your front porch is timely.

You bound down the staircase, familiar stairs taken two at time -anything to reach the front door faster. Once you reach your entryway, you quickly compose yourself and smooth your hair down before you reach for the front door handle and swing it open. As planned, standing outside is Eddie, your boyfriend(!). He's sporting a rom-com pose with his hand braced against the door, leaning into it, and a red rose stem gripped between his teeth and his left arm hidden behind him. “Hello valentine” he swoons through gritted rose-biting teeth.

“Hi Eddie”, you greet him sweetly as you both swoon at one another - this is the first time you've seen each other for three days, you've both been busy during the week. This only adds to the nervous anticipation for tonight. He removes his arm from the door frame, takes the rose from his mouth and nestles it behind your ear. He uses his now free arm to cup your face and kiss you hello. It’s very solid and sweet, you both know it’s not the last time that you’ll kiss each other tonight. Once you separate lips, you're still hungry, you place both your hands on his neck and pull him forward, kissing him again, this time open mouthed and harder, pressing into each other.

“Mmm”, he hums when you part, licking your lip gloss from his lips, “strawberry?”. You shake your head, “strawberry lemonade, actually, maybe you should get another taste? Just to make sure?”. He doesn’t hesitate when you give him permission to kiss you again. He leans in and gives you several earnest pecks, all over your mouth. He's aware of the fact that you're both perched in your front door frame in plain view of all your neighbours, doing nothing too R rated, yet. You're both giggling by the time he pulls back and puts on an exaggerated thinking face.

“I don't know if i'm getting lemonade, babe - you gotta give me another taste”, he jokes and jumps into you, teeth bared like he's a vampire coming to get you. You play with him, and jump back from the door, back into the entryway of your house- he follows you right in and drops the shopping bag he was holding in his hidden arm and closes the fron door all in one smooth motion. He stretches his wingspan fully and clutches your wrist as you scurry away. He pulls your wrist into him and he spins your bodies into the door. He's got you caged in, hands on your waist and wall keep you stuck. Eddie bears his teeth once again like he's going to bite you and lunges for your neck, instead of sucking your blood, though, he starts sucking bruises into your neck. Once his lips have traveled down the expanse of your throat, he's reattached himself to your mouth.

It’s wet and hard and he's using his hips to press you into the door frame. You eventually start slowly sliding your back down the door, bringing him down with you. Your mouths stay connected until you've reached the floor. Your legs are parted and bent and his body is slotted between them, he's sitting rather pathetically on his knees before you. You raise yourself and shuffle forwards and onto his lap. From your new seat you press your chest into his own, kissing his head down and laying him down in your entryway. You massage one hand on the taught expanse of his chest using your nails to scratch at him through his sun-bleached band tee and the other holds you up. You disconnect your mouths momentarily and take the moment to appreciate the man splattered out beneath you. His hair has fallen around his head like a halo and his lips and cheeks are flushed sinfully red. He's got a defeated look on his face, though, ever since you pulled away. So, you decide to soothe him and kiss him again. You're sitting on his stomach, just above his belt, letting the feeling of his torso beneath you ground you as you kiss each other senseless. You’re near fucking him five feet from your front door when your kitchen clock starts blaring.

It shocks you both, regretfully separating. He lifts his chin to peer into your kitchen as you raise your head to look at. You are suddenly reminded that you've got something to attend to in the kitchen and start climbing off him. “MY CINNAMON ROLLS” you say as you stand to your full height above him, legs still bracketing his sides. You reach forward with both arms to help Eddie stand up and he graciously takes your hands to aid in pulling himself up. He’s not even balanced himself when you start dragging him into the kitchen, dropping his hand to place oven mitts on and snatch the oven open. You sigh with relief to learn that your baked goods haven't burned and are perfectly golden brown. When you're distracted with taking them out of the oven, Eddie takes the moment to readjust himself in his jeans, hoping to cover his straining cock.

You turn around with the baking sheet in your mitted hands, showing off your creation, perfectly round a gooey cinnamon buns. You bashfully say “They cooked well! They aren’t super even, like, that one's huge- but I think they'll taste good”. Eddies having none of it, “no, baby they look great! Really, you did a good job, they're gonna be delicious". You smile to yourself and spin to place the patinaed baking pan on the stove. Eddie parks himself next to you, placing his hand on your ass and caressing you as you both admire the dessert in front of you.

You drizzle the glaze over them (not without immature jokes from both of you comparing the icing to cum), and plate them up. Eddie, ever chivalrous, demands that you feed each other. So, you eat while standing face to face gently placing the buns into eachothers mouths. You're glad to see you did in fact do a great job on them, they are perfectly baked and taste great. You feed each other the rest of your deserts with awkwardly twisted arms, and sticky mouths from missed bites, but neither of you would change for the world. Tonight alone with your lover (however cringey it may be to say), feeling like real adults and taking advantage of the hours of independence you've been granted with each other. After placing your dishes in the sink and rinsing off your hands, you share a sticky sweet cinnamony kiss before rinsing the lower halves of your faces in the sink, too.

Feeling tired and heavy from your decadent desert you and Eddie bundle up on the couch, the ending of winter's cold still biting you in your revealing dress. Sitting with your butt tucked in the corner of the couch, and your legs folded over his lap, you tuck your arms around each other and wait for your movie to start. My Bloody Valentine, your pick. It’s the perfect movie for the occasion, holiday accurate? Check. Gore and thrill? Check. Romance? Check… All the depictions of love on the screen remind Eddie of the bag of goodies he's brought to your house. He kisses you “goodbye” before he leaves sprints to his shopping bag and back to you on the couch with it in hand. You're both giddy about what eddies got in his mystery bag as he reveals the items to you slowly. First, revealing a beautiful bouquet of hand picked roses. You smell them once he’s given them to you, enjoying the honeyed floral scent. You thank him and gently place them on the coffee table, readying yourself for your next gift. He’s taking his valentine out “okay, I poured my entire heart and soul into this, my fair maiden. Please read it after I leave, I'm embarrassed.” you promise him “I'll wait, cross my heart. To be honest, I wanted you to read mine in private, too”. You hold your hands out and receive an intricately handcrafted card in return. On the cover, you find an illustration of you and Eddie as zombies, the drawing is titled “to death do us part (and not even then)”.

Eddie’s a talented artist, at least when it comes to eldritch horrors and hobgoblins for his campaigns, so its clear that the decaying loves depicted are definitely you and him, paired with a heartfelt caption his most badass handwriting font, the card couldn’t be better. “You made this?” you ask. Even though you know it's definitely him who put the hours into creating it, “Eddie I love it! It's amazing! I'm putting it on my wall, or in a safe protected by lasers!”. He’s bashful “well, i just love you. And I'm grateful for you, and that you think stuff I think is cool, is cool. Like zombies in love and stuff”. He's blushing, he’s known to put up a hard exterior, preventing people from seeing how sensitive and kind he really is, but he lets you see. He lets you know how he really is without protection, he's funny and nerdy and smart and hot and romantic and perfect for you. You want nothing more than to show him how you feel, too. You let your eyes focus on floorboards as you mull over how much you want to let him read your possibly embarrassing (though he won't think so) valentine that you too spent hours creating. You want to let Eddie, your Eddie, know how loved and perfect he is, and how deserving of a perfect valentine's day he is. “Eddie, I want to give you mine now, but it’s upstairs”. You return your gaze to him, with a devious smirk on his face, and a bottle of whip cream in his hand - “I’d love to see it, but, oh baby, I was planning on taking you upstairs anyways”. You both laugh at the absurdity of what he’s proposing, but, yeah, you want to fuck him real bad. So, you take his hand (the one that's not holding the whip cream) and bound up the stairs hand in hand.

After you breach entry into your bedroom doorway, you're once again being pinned up against it and kissed. Hes curving down into you, stray curls tickling your cheeks and forehead, your hands are grabbing at each others clothes and pulling, praying that the one in, like, fifty billion chance of particles perfectly lining will just take his shirt off and reveal his skin to you without having to disconnect lips for even a second. But, (this time at least) his shirt isn’t coming off like that - and you have to stop kissing him and pull his shirt off yourself, he aids you and raises his arms so that he can be disrobed in one smooth motion. He’s pressed you back against the door and is kissing your neck as you grope each others bodies - he takes his hands through your hair, down your ass, squeezing as he glides his hands over your flank. He moves his hands to your outer thighs and starts hiking up your dress, using his hands to pool it around your waist and uncover your painties to him.

You allow him to fist at and pull ar the fabric around your waist with one hand as he breeches the elastic of your underwear with his other, sliding the lip his pointer finger under the elastic that covers your hip and moving it in an arc shape just under the edge of it, moving closer to the mound you really want him touching. He likes the feeling of your sensitive skin below his finger and he pushes it further into your panties, touching just above your inner slit. He’s not teasing you on purpose, he's not really in the mood for being mean - but as his fingers are exploring your sensitive skin you feel depraved, like he is teasing you.

You press off from the doorframe. Keeping mouths locked as you walk him backwards to the ledge of your bed. You climb over him on all fours and arch your back instinctually as you mouth at the sensitive skin below his ear. Once you've left him a sufficient hickey you pull back and give him a lusty look that would send him to the floor if he wasn’t already laying. You grab your hair, collecting the locks that had fallen around your shoulders and twisting them behind your neck, you slide off eddie and present your back to him, he springs up and starts mouthing at the nape of your neck and shoulders, leaning his body over the contour of your while his fingers slide between you two and start unzipping your dress. As he slowly reveals the delicate and freckled skin of your back, he kisses each newly revealed part until he cannot bend down any further without fully readjusting himself on the bed.

Eddie stays sitting up, but reclines on his extended arms as you stand up and face him, letting your dress drape off and revealing your more-exposed form. You've got some tricks up your sleeve too, and are now standing in a brand-new matching set, a triangle bra and cheeky panties, made of a combination of carmine red cotton and mesh. You smirk to yourself, knowing you’ve got him entranced. He tilts forward on the bed and rubs his hands over the small of your waist. Taking in the intricacies of your hosiery. His voice is rough with want as he appreciates you “your gift’s got me beat. You look… beautiful”. You shyly smile to yourself, and rush to your vanity. Thankfully it's located just next to your door, Eddie was able to abandon his can of reddi-whip on it earlier instead of dropping it to the floor, risking an explosion. 

You shake it as you walk back, preparing the can to be sprayed over your bodies, while really you had no tempting intentions in your actions, the way you stride back over to him, tits shaking with the bottle Eddie is pinching himself, reminding himself that this perfect, fantasy girl is here and his. He unbuckles his belt and slides his black jeans off, appreciating that his throbbing cock is now under less constraint.

You perch yourself on his lap, and place your hand over his demon tattoo as you push him back. You're no longer sitting on his stomach though, you placed yourself right on the tent in his boxers, which are a red striped pattern, he’d been saving them for today. “Are you ready?” you ask him, as you uncap the can, give it one more shake for good luck (this time giving an extra shimmy in your shaking giving hopelessly-in-love-with-you Eddie a rice picture of your rack). “Ohhh yeah!” He exclaims, “this is actually fulfilling a big fantasy of mine, honey - you better do a good job”, he jokes with you, he doesn’t actually put pressure on you like that. 

You decide to go all in, spraying a thick stripe of whip cream from the base of his ribs to his nipple. His muscles tense at the cool sensation as it sits on his abdomen. You once again reassume your position on all fours, you stick your tongue out and lick halfway up the stripe on his ribs, stopping halfway through to swallow. You softly giggle to each other, but you're enjoying how the little wet spot on his boxers grows as you lick over him. You finish the last of the whip cream with more confidence, biting his nipple once you licked over it. You were gonna joke with him, say something like ‘was it worth being sticky?’ But when you make eye contact, his eyes are so dark and he's looking at you with stars in his big eyes that you just dont - you dont want to take him out of the moment so, instead you earnestly ask him “so, was it everything you wanted?”.

“Yeah, actually it was - I've been wanting to do that since I read it in playboy in like ‘eighty four! I wish I actually didn’t say that- so ignore that part - but, yeah that's definitely gonna be fueling my spank bank for the rest of my life”. You giggle and assure him “oh, we're nowhere near done”. You crawl down the edge of the bed and settle on your knees between his thighs. You spray some below his belly button and over the tip of his cock in his boxers, right under where you were sitting. You use one arm to press him into the mattress, gently guiding him back down as you work your magic below, rubbing your face into his boxers and inhaling as you lick the cream off his body, ending with dipping your tongue under his waistband. At the motion Eddie lifts his hips off the bed and helps you shove his boxers off, revealing his already fully hard cock to you. It's dripping with precum, one drip has already traveled inches down to the base, leaving the soft matte skin glossy and sticky.

“Baby, you know you don’t have to right? Only if you want to - I’m happy, honestly, with whatever you want to do. I promise it’ll feel good for me”. He’s sitting up now at 90 degrees, pushing your hair behind your ears, you lift up and kiss him sweetly, promising Eddie, the ever insecure gentleman, that you know he won’t force you to do anything, and that you want to suck him off. You go back to sitting on your calves and get to work. You bend down lick him hard at his pelvis, in the junction between his boner and stomach, at that he's laying down again hissing in pleasure. You start working your mouth up the side of his shaft, almost kisses following the wake of your hand as you slowly stroke upwards. Once you’ve reached the tip, you run your tensed tongue over his dripping head, and swirl it once. At that, Eddies stopped pleasurably hissing and started taking deep breaths - he lets out a full while and bucks his hips up, wanting more. You oblige, spitting thick saliva onto his cock and jerking him off until his entire cock is lubricated. You put your mouth back to work, covering your teeth with your tongue and lips and taking him into your mouth. The heat and feel of your mouth makes him moan, bucking his hips up for ore. The weight of his cock in your mouth makes you drool, such an intimate weight - known only to your body. Your mouth is like magma as you suck him down further, pulling off before you gag before returning to suck him again. You let the slimy trail of your spit connect your lower lip to his cock as you pull back for a real, deep breath.

You're about to go back in, hopefully take him further down your throat and lick his balls when he gently taps your cheek and rasps your name, “Baby - I-” he takes a deep breath and tries again, “you gotta stop, or else this is gonna be over real quick. It’s good - feels really good”. You pull back fully now, giving him space to regain stamina. Without warning, he bursts up from your bed and speeds on shaky legs to your bathroom down the hall. You barely get a glance of his bare ass before he’s gone. “Eddie? Where are you going?”. He hollers from down the hall, but it’s obscured by the sound of your sink faucet blasting. He comes back, still on shaky legs but a bit more stable as he scurries back onto your bed, a damp maroon towel in hand. He starts wiping himself down, using the cool rag to clean himself of any stick remnants - he’s barely cleaned once of his pecs before you ease the rag from his hand and clean him off yourself. He obliges you, and hums as you clean his body for him. His face is wet all over, droplets hanging from his jawline and his bangs are stuck together into thick strands. While a nice blowjob definitely gets Eddie all sweaty, you hadn’t gone long enough for him to be so fucked out already. You decide not to comment on it - but you know that he’s splashed his face with cold water in the sink as he was preparing the rag.

Once you’ve decided he's been adequately cleaned, you toss the rag onto your bedroom floor close to your bed. Figuring you could use it later. Eddie’s kissing you again by the time you return your full attention to him, using tongue and spit to kiss you as deep as he can in the moment. He wraps his arms around you, still on your knees, and fumbles with your bra clasp before he eventually unhooks it, humming into your mouth when he does so. You stand up and sit on his lap again. He’s moving to lay over you, easing you into your back as you did with him moments before. He desperately kneads your tits, wiping his thumbs over your nipples as he continues to kiss you breathless. If you allowed yourself to dwell on it, you could almost get teary-eyed at moments like these; feeling so warm and safe and loved under the weight of Eddie - him doing everything he can to make sure you have a good time with him. The heat of your love filling the room. You softly pull his face from yours and confess to him “I love you”. This isn’t the first time you've said it- but this time it feels different, like, saying it now makes you want to cry, because you love Eddie and Eddie loves you. His brows pinch together above you, and he sincerely responds “I love you, too”. You admire his face before you reach up and kiss him again, sealing your promises with true love's kiss. He confesses to you “I love you baby - every part of you. I want to show you. Can I?”. You nod, you're at a loss for words, if you speak now, you risk crying. Crying at this perfect man who just wants to show you he loves you.

He slowly starts moving down your body - kissing every inch of you as he goes down, mouthing at your neck, collarbones, your inner elbows and palms. He spends time licking at your tits, your ribcage, your bellybutton. He eventually lays down on his stomach between your knees, kissing your inner knees and maneuvering your legs to kiss the top of your feet. The action makes you both giggle, but it doesn't remove you from the moment. Eddie lays his head on your inner thigh and looks up at your face through the valley of your breasts, though he makes sure to get an eyeful of them, too. He gives you a cheeky smile as he sneaks his hand under your bent knee and grabs the whip cream, still uncapped on your bed. He shakes it, preparing the can and squirting some into his mouth. He offers you some too, holding out the can and spaying it into your mouth as you hold it open for him. He climbs back up to quickly kiss the mess of whip cream from your mouth and repositions himself between your thighs.

He dips the tip of the bottle in your belly button, and makes a childish swirl around your abdomen. You're both belly laughing now - taking in  you looking like a diner waffle, piled high with sugar. But, he wastes no time burying the lower half of his face into the mound of whip cream, easily breeching through it and lathing his tongue against your stomach. While at times it's ticklish, it does feel good - the best part though is the visual, his eyes closed as his jaw works open to clean you off. It only makes you clench the muscles hidden beneath your panties, waiting to be really touched. By the time he's eaten it all, his entire lower face is sticky, covered in a layer of whip cream. He blindly reaches one arm off the bend and feels for the rag. Still damp, he wipes it over your stomach and then his mouth, taking care of you before he even thinks of cleaning himself off.

Eddie throws the rag over his shoulder and makes deep eye contact with you, he's asking - asking if he can show you how much he loves you like he promised he would before. You wantonly nod your head and roll your hips forward, almost glazing your covered clit over his chin. He understands what you want from him and focuses his eyes down into the gusset of your panties. A damp wet spot has accumulated there, almost covering the entire expanse of your slit. Eddie reaches his finger under the crotch of your panties, and parallelly strokes his finger against you, collecting your slick on the back of his knuckle and bending his finger when he ghosts over your clit, giving you a taste of the pleasure he's gonna give you.

He reaches his hands onto the hips of your panties and pulls them down. Placing them gently next to you before he wraps his left arm around your thigh. His face remains drooly and focused as he drags his pointer finger over your pussy, softy dragging it over your hole to collect your arousal before gently rubbing it against your clit. He’s new to this, you both are,  but enthusiastic, and you are more than happy to learn with him. He kisses the inside of your thigh once before asking “can I taste you? I've never done this before- so please tell me if you like it”. You feel pathetic when you can only reply “uh huh”. But, all thoughts of embarrassment are lost when he buries his face in your pussy - immediately sliding his tongue up and down your sensitive and drooly slit. What he’s doing is passionate, nothing like in porn you've seen: disconnected and carless tongue flicks made to appeal to the camera - his entire face is buried between your legs. His hot breath is at equilibrium with the body heat being expunged from your spread legs and his mouth, too, is liquid hot as it almost cups your entire pussy. He flicks your clit with his tongue when he pulls away. You whine at the loss of pleasure and the wetness between your legs quickly cooling to room temperature. “Is it good? Like- that's the right spot right?”. “Yes- Eddie it's really good, please don't stop”. You throw your head back into your pillows and fully relax into them, allowing yourself to moan and gasp as he feasts between your legs. He grips your thighs tightly as he humps into your bed, rubbing this throbbing cock for some relief.

He eventually latches his mouth over your clit and sucks, the suction is incredible, you arch your back lifting your shoulder blades off the bed. He slowly slides his right arm from  around your thigh and teases your hole with his pointer finger. Slowly breaching your entrance and sinking his digit into you knuckle by knuckle, twisting at the wrist to give you pleasure. He continues lapping at your clit as he starts fucking another finger into you, he’s at a steady and solid pace when the pressure in your core builds. White hot pleasure Feeling better with every time he moves his head or hands. “Eddie-” you warn “im close-”. He speaks into your wet heart, something that sounds like ‘really!?’, but you're unsure, The hum of his mouth sending you over the edge. The muscles in your pussy clamp even tighter over his fingers as they pulse in orgasm. You clasp your hand over your mouth and moan his name. Once you've finished with the brunt of your pleasure, you wince at the raw sensitive feeling in your clit, ha hasnt  stopped touching you, even though he's watched enough porn to know you've come. The overstimulated feeling causes you to grab his hair harshly and pull his face up to meet yours. 

The entire expanse of his entire lower face is covered in your slick, you're both desperately panting. He’s got more energy than you at the moment though you both feel fucked out, so he bumbles “Babe, that was good - really good. I liked it. Did you like it?” and he softly smiles when you hum and nod in agreement. He admits “ It tasted… good by the way. You taste good”. You both laugh at the sentiment, though you know he's being honest and he flops down over your body. You feel his throbbing erection brush against your leg, and you're reminded Eddie still hasn't come yet.

With a remarkable amount of strength, you twist and flop both of your bodies closer to the edge of the bed, arms length from your nightstand. You're sitting on his hips, as he paws at you from below. You look over him, taking in the intricacies of his chest, tattoos, his heaving chest and blushing ears. You look down below you and see your perfect man, your Eddie who did everything he thought to do to make you cum first, to make sure you aren't sticky. He got you flowers and met up with you at your house. You decide right then you're about to give Eddie the ride of his life.

You snake your arm behind you, and peer over your shoulder. You gently jack him off behind you. His cock has gone red, now, irritated from being humped against your bed frame. You look at him again, he’s staring at your exposed tits, bare skin and the peek of your slit that's been revealed to him. You put your arms on his chest, on either side of his sternum and press up. You try not to cringe at the gushy sound your dripping cunt makes as it separates from his happy trail. He whines at the sound, desperate to enter you. You lean over and pull open the top drawer of your nightstand, Eddie securing your hips with strong hands as you lean over him, making sure you don’t fall. You blindly rifle through and ‘ah-ha!’ when you find the plastic-sealed box of condoms that you've stashed in there the day before.

You return to your seat on Eddie and attempt to rip the plastic seal of the teal blue box, shaking hands proving your unwrapping efforts to be futile. You press the box into his chest, and give him begging eyes, importing him to open it. He grasps the box and ravages the plastic, using his teeth to break the seal of the plastic and tear the cardboard closure. You then take the box back from him, digging around for the roll tucked into the box. 

You finally pull it out of the box and rip one off the chain, tossing the others onto the floor. You're nervously  fumbling with the package when Eddie lifts one of his arms up, and wraps it around your back pulling you down to him and kissing you desperately before releasing you and letting you sit up. You take a grounding breath, and shuffle down his body, now sitting on his thighs, just below his shaft.

You roll the condom onto him, looking up assuredly once its guarded his entire length, making sure you've done it right. Eddie takes one of his palms that was just gripping the sheets and strokes himself twice, making sure the rubber is secure. It doesn’t budge so he lifts his liberated hand out you, aiding you and you shuffle up him and hover above his lap. “Eddie, y’know i've never done this before either - tell if it's bad or you don;t like it or something”. Eddie promises you, singsoning you your nickname, “i'm gonna like it - but i'll tell you if that impossible situation comes to be”. He knows you're nervous to please him, he feels the same way with you - praying that he can perform for you even though you're still new to sex. He holds out his pinky to you, and you wrap yours around it. A pinky promise from him is all you need before you reach your arm behind you and line his tip up with your hole. Slowly you sink down onto him, giving the most delicate parts of your body time to adjust to the harsh intrusion.

You’ve reached the base now, his entire length seated inside you. You feel so full, it’s almost hard to breathe. He’s feeling the same way, staining when he asks “You good so far?”. The ache has started to subside, and the throb of him inside you has started to soothe your want. You adjust your hips on him, making sure you really are okay before you confirm “yeah- im okay”. With one final deep breath, you lift yourself on his cock, barely two inches up before sitting back down onto him. You look to his eyes for assurance, but they pinched shut. His mouth is gaping open as he makes a punched out sound. That's enough motivation to continue, you start gently rocking your hips in circular motion. You can tell Eddie feels fucking fantastic, labored deep breaths and small moans. He walks his hand from your hip to your hand, grasping it tightly to his chest as you ride him.

You're gasping and groaning from above him, the seat of his cock inside you feels like the best massage of your life or itching a hellish scratch - finally some relief. You get more confident now, lifting up higher and slamming down onto him as you go. Eventually you adjust your hips slightly, rolling your hips, you stop feeling really good and start feeling great. His cock ramming into your sweet spot as you moan like you're in heat. After just a few minutes of riding, Eddie tightes his iron grip on your hand warning you “im gonna cum. Can I? Inside?”. You moan out an assurance as you start giving it your all, arching your back and relaxing your head out behind you - giving Eddie, with eyes now shot open, a perfect view of your bouncing tits. His eyes drifting from your rack to see your blissed out face did him in. As he cries out, you feel the condom fill with his release. 

You slow down the rock of your hips and  you feel the throbbing in his cock dissipate as his orgasm finishes. You stop the movement in your hips entirely and he stops gasping out. You can’t tell if he's laughing or moaning or crying - but you know he's tired. You use your leverage on his chest to push yourself off and let his softening cock slide out of you and you gingerly lay down beside him. You both stare up at the ceiling, catching your breath when Eddie grasps at your hand again, grounding himself as he gently squeezes it. You hear his hair slide against his pillow as he turns his head to look at you. He asks “you've never done that before? It was insane. You gave me the ride of my life!”. You chuckle at this joke and tease him “you know I haven't!” you tease. “I love you” he says and wets his chapped lips with his tongue. You decide to a hard time, making a huffy face and wrapping your arms over your chest. “What?!” he questions, latching his fingers into your sides, making you curl up as he tickles you, realizing your sides once you admit that, fine, you love him too. He peels the soggy condom off himself, holding it by the tip like it's a lab experiment, allowing you both to be intrigued by the item before he sings it into the trash. He stretches, almost falling off the bed, but doesnt, so that he can grab the now barely wet towel from the ground. He’s unsure if you want him to clean you up - so he hands it to you and lays back as you wipe the sweat and arousal from your inner legs before you hand it to him, he does the same thing.

You curl up on his chest and trace his tattoos, basking in the sweaty air of your bedroom. You revel in his warm arms, softly rubbing and scratching your back until you've both got enough energy to put clothes back on, finally give Eddie your valentine, feed each other chocolate and eat dinner. But, until then you're more than content to just rest with him.

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...is it possible to love you both?

➸ ask: "Haii! I love your writing, could I request JayvikxReader please? Maybe something fluffy, like a cozy winter morning with them? Or something smutty, like Reader and Jayce making Viktor feel good? Maybe add some angst, he feels like he is not as attractive or is a third wheel so you two make sure he knows you both love him? 🙈 Thank you!" – ➸ pairing: jayvik x fem!reader ➸ word count: 2.1k ➸ tags: mdni! mild-nsfw, fluff, hurt/comfort, polyamory, canon-divergent a.k.a. nothing bad ever happens lol. ➸ notes: i tried to combine all the ideas together! not as smutty because i really got invested in the angst… i’m sorry 😭 tysm for sending an ask! <3

The smell of freshly brewed black tea, the scent strong enough to flutter your eyes open as your body stretched across the bed. A mess of blankets, one body beside you, and the winter sun filtering through the half-shut curtains. The daylight on your skin warmed your body, a feeling that you had missed during the past few weeks of dreary weather that left most Piltover citizens huddled away indoors.

“Good morning,” a tired voice rumbled next to you, muscled arms wrapping around your body and tugging you close. You were nestled into Jayce’s chest, face pressed against his skin, and wanting nothing more than to fall right back into sleep and forget about the day and any responsibilities you may have.

“Mmh,” you grunted in response, inhaling a deep breath as you peered up through sleep-riddled eyes. Your eyes locked with Jayce’s, a beautiful colour mixed of golden hues that put the evening sun to shame, “I like this new look,” you hummed quietly, fingers tracing along the edge of the beard he had yet to shave. Even his hair had begun to curl over his ears.

“Yeah?” He grinned, revealing that stupid tooth gap between his two front teeth you loved so much, “I don’t know. I’m starting to feel a bit shaggy.”

The blanket slipped from your body as you sat up in the bed next to him, yawning as your arms outstretched above you and a familiar hand smoothed over your hip, “it looks good, Jayce,” you said through a soft smile, “it’s not like you have anyone to impress these days.”

“Ouch,” he smirked, shifting to sit up against the pillows, hand moving over your thigh as you sat next to him, “suppose you’re right.”

Life had been quiet since Jayce stepped down from the council, focusing full-time on hextech with Viktor, exploring the possibilities and understanding the hexcore. It was meticulous work, but it was work that needed to be done. They both vowed their lives to it.

“Where’s Viktor?” You looked toward the open bedroom door, the smell of tea still wafting through the air. He couldn’t have been gone from bed for too long, likely set up somewhere with scatterings of research papers. Or a good book if he was taking a break.

Jayce sat forward, removing his hand from you so he could push the blankets off and swing his legs off of the bed. His movements slow as his body slowly woke up, “Is it just me, or has he been distant lately?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, shuffling off of the bed and sliding into your slippers, the floorboards cool from the deep drops in temperature outside, “I tried asking him about it yesterday, and he brushed me off.”

“Mhm,” Jayce mumbled passively, stepping beside you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders to tug you against his chest, rousing a giggle from you. 

“Stop,” you laughed loudly as he kissed at your neck and ear, the thick hair on his face tickling you.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled lowly into your ear, you could feel his smile on your skin, “we better go say good morning.”

“Already ahead of you,” you rolled your eyes, peeling away from his arms and stepping out into the hallway that lead you right to him. There he sat in the office they’d set up for home, hunched over the desk with a cup of steaming tea and eyes glued to one of the hundreds of research notebooks they’d collected.

“Good morning, love,” you hummed, stepping into the mess of a room and smiling brightly as Viktor glanced over his shoulder at you. His eyes were tired, cheeks rather sunken in – ill. Over the course of the past few months he’d been struggling more, but stubborn when you and Jayce offered help.

“Morning,” he murmured, running a hand over his tired eyes, “thought you weren’t going to wake up.”

“I bet you would’ve really liked that, wouldn’t you?” You asked, shaking your head as you stepped toward him and against the back of his chair, eyes scouring over the pages, “Getting work done?” Your hand absently rested on his shoulder, the other brushing through his hair that flipped out at the ends.

Viktor’s body relaxed in your hands, eyes closing, “Not really,” he sighed, and you could feel the defeat that had sunken in him. 

You only then had realized Jayce didn’t follow you in, the distant sound of the shower starting.

“Hey,” you murmured, inhaling a deep breath as you moved to sit up on the desk, your line of sight above Viktor as you looked down at him, “what’s wrong?”

His eyebrows furrowed together, a quick shake of his head following as he adjusted himself on his seat, “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“Viktor,” you tilted your head, hand stealing the book away from his hands. His eyes snapped open immediately, trying to reach for the notes, but you pulled it away and set it on the other side of yourself, “I’m not leaving you alone unless you talk with me. Properly this time.”

A heavy sigh came from his lips, looking up at you with the faintest of pouts on his lips, “are you going to ask me why I’ve been distant again? Or is it something else to bother me about this time?”

The words were sharp, but they hadn’t stung. You didn’t take it personally.

“You’re smart enough to know,” you frowned, clenching your jaw, “it’s not fair to Jayce and me.”

“What isn’t fair? That I’m feeling unwell?” Viktor has been angrier than you realized, but you didn’t flinch at his outburst. He grabbed his crutch, using it to pull himself out of his chair as the metal of his leg brace creaked, and you tried to help, but he swatted your hand away, “That I have to stay home everyday working on hextech, while Jayce gets to go to the lab? While you two get to spend all your time together while I stay here?”

“Oh,” your eyes widened, pulling your hands back and staring at him. You didn’t know what to say, and you noticed the embarrassed look in his eyes – shame.

“That’s not what I meant,” he muttered.

“Viktor, is that what this is about?” Your heart ached as you slid off of the desk, stepping up to him and resting your hands along the sharp lines of his jaw.

He tried turning his head away, but you had the advantage now and kept him still, looking up at him with those big doe-eyes that worked too well on him and made his stomach twist in the best way possible. He did his best to avoid your gaze, feeling nothing short of pathetic.

“Can we leave it be?” He eventually croaked, “pretend I didn’t say anything, please?”

“I ran a shower for you, Viktor,” Jayce stepped into the room, towel in his hand as he looked between you two. There was a tension in the room that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, “uh, bad time?”

“Thanks,” Viktor mumbled, pulling away from you and limping against his crutch as he took the towel and marched his way out of the office, slowly.

“Do you need a han–”

“No.”

Silence filled the office as Viktor left, leaving the two of you stunned in silence. Jayce turned toward you, a puzzled expression on his face as he tried to put the pieces together.

“We haven’t been good partners,” you groaned, turning to press your face against him, mind reeling for ways to remedy Viktor’s heartache. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how he felt, having far too much privilege in this situation.

“Is he mad I’ve been spending too much time away?” He asked, ripping you from your thoughts, “I could bring some of the lab stuff home, or… or I could take some time off! Right?”

“No,” you let out a breathy laugh at his eagerness, one of the many traits of Jayce Talis that made you fall so madly in love with him, “well, maybe.”

“I can go right now,” he moved to turn.

“Jayce,” you laughed, holding him back from turning your home into the newest hextech laboratory and spending countless hours trudging through the snow with heavy equipment, “Baby steps. He’s been quite tired, lately. Maybe we should get him to bed and see if we can help him someway,” you wore a sly smile on your lips, attempting to push Jayce’s thoughts in the same direction as yours. 

He huffed out a laugh, “Sounds like you’re the worked up one trying to get what you want.”

You playfully hit his arm, “Oh, shut up. Like you aren’t, it’s been weeks. If we’re feeling it, then he is too,” you put your hands on his back, pushing him toward the door, “let me take care of it.”

You found yourself in the bathroom with Viktor, him sitting on a chair you’d slid in so you could help him. Help that he was appreciative of after taking time to de-stress.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, eyes closed as you ran the towel through his hair, “I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you.”

Anger wasn’t a feeling that Viktor was so familiar with, it often fleeted right by him. He had always been so ambitious, ready to take on the world with a cup half-full mentality. These past few years had taken its toll on him, leaving him uncertain. 

Worried. 

“It’s okay, love,” you cooed, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead as he tilted his head back on the chair, looking up at you, “you should come rest with us. It’s cold out, we deserve a day in bed.”

You could see a spark flicker in his eyes, the first in days. That’s all you wanted, was to see that spark more often, to show Viktor that he wasn’t being left behind – that you and Jayce couldn’t even imagine a life without loving him like you do. That, itself, would be an injustice.

Once refreshed, you helped him to the bedroom with nothing more than a gentle hand on his back. Mindful about your actions, knowing now that as much as he hid it well, he had pride. A need to just feel normal, once in a while. Like he wasn’t just the sick man people saw him as – the sick man he knew he was.

Jayce was sitting up in bed, legs sprawled over the mess of blankets and a book in his hand. Eyes flickered up from the bed, a small smile on his lips as he sat up.

“There he is. The love of my life,” he beamed, snapping the book shut.

“Eh, that’s too much, Jayce,” Viktor sighed, cringing at the display of affection, and you snorted out a laugh.

“Oh, come on,” he grinned, sitting up as he watched Viktor move into the bed and lay against the pillows, admiring him, “I can’t appreciate you?”

“You heard him, it’s too much,” you teased, closing the blinds so you could all hide away from the snowy surroundings. Take the time to focus on only each other.

Viktor looked up at Jayce, long lashes fluttering as a pink shade tinted his cheeks. One of his calloused hands gently rubbed along his slender waist where his ribs were visible, tilting down and wasting no time in closing the distance between their lips.

You crawled onto the other side of the bed, sliding against Viktor with ease, lips on his shoulders and hands exploring his body. You hoped you hadn’t been too eager.

“You don’t have to do this,” Viktor’s voice muffled against Jayce’s lips, frail hands pressing to his hardened chest, “I get it.”

“I want to,” Jayce answered earnestly, pulling back from their kiss, “I love you. You know that, right?”

“... I do.”

There was nothing else in the world that you and Jayce wanted more than to make sure that Viktor was loved and cared for, that his heart could be full when his mind and body felt weak. To know that you both unequivocally and unconditionally loved him, more than one should bear.

Viktor’s body was sensitive as you and Jayce ravaged him – tired and weak, but craving everything you two offered him. Eating up the desire like a starved man.

You straddled his hips, rocking atop of him lazily while Jayce pressed heady kisses along his neck, licking at the marks he left behind. Everyone was tired, paces slowing down and bodies spent, but you didn’t have the need to stop. You all made up for lost time, and you and Jayce showed Viktor just how much love you had for him.

“Thank you,” Viktor whimpered.

[lovrrboys]

Purposely teasing them when you’re out with friends. Letting your tongue wrap around the top of the bottle a bit too lewdly. Manspreading and “accidentally” grazing your hand against your thigh. Maybe reaching over to them and squeezing their crotch and playing it off as an accident. You’d just look at them with a pout and innocent eyes when they give you a look. You know you’re pressing into dangerous territory, but it’s too fun to stop. Just little things all throughout the night, letting them stare at your ass when you drop something, touching them subtly, dropping comments that could mean something but also could mean nothing.

Eventually, your friends depart and you hug them and bid farewells, smiling as you link arms with your partner. You let out a squeak when they tighten their arm around your waist and half drag you into their car. The drive back is nearly silent. You know what you did, but remain innocent, occasionally trying to steal touches on their body.

When you get back to your place, they’d pull you inside and slam the door, grabbing your sweater and pinning you against it. “You knew what you were doing,” they’d hiss out, their eyes dark as they stare at you.

Of course you’d fein innocent, jutting your lip out in a pout. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m a good boy.”

Maybe it’s the way you said it, or maybe it’s the way you look at them that makes them snap. They grab your arm and pull you along, not bothering to close the door to your bedroom. You land on the bed with a huff, your legs instinctively dropping open as they settle between them.

“You knew what you were doing,” they grit, landing a sudden bite to your neck. They bite along your skin for a bit, discarding your clothes along the way.

They slam their lips against your own, slipping their fingers into your boycunt without warning. A whine falls from your lips at the stretch, feeling them add another finger without hesitating. They relentlessly abuse your cunt, clenching around their fingers when you get close. They nod at you, allowing you to cum.

Your eyebrows furrow when you realize they aren’t stopping. Your head tilts back in pleasure along with sensitivity.

“You needed this so badly I thought. You can take it. You’re going to cum as much as I make you, understood?”

“I- can’t- please-“ you’d plead uselessly. They’d know you didn’t mean it. You wanted this. You wanted them to ruin you, overstimulate you til you’re sobbing.

They pull orgasm after orgasm from you, your poor boycunt red and aching. After the 6th, you break, pleading with them as you lay pliant on the bed.

They’d remove their fingers and clean you up a bit, showering you in kisses. They’d cuddle you and praise you, telling you how good you did. “You’re such a good boy,” they’d repeat over and over until you settle into a sleep, your bodies wrapped around one another’s.

[izvmimi]

“Luffy!”

You don’t expect your voice to carry the distance to where Luffy is seated cross-legged at the very top of the crow’s nest, he’s high enough that you have to crane your whole neck to see him, but somehow he still hears you calling his name because the hat clad figure shifts, and soon you can see him looking in your direction.

You wave, a cheerful smile on your face, and promptly, an arm stretches down to where you stand on the ship’s deck, wrapping twice around your waist securely before snapping you back up until you’re right by his side. It’s a fast movement, and there is a gentle thud as your bodies collide for a moment, but he doesn’t shift, rock-steady, and he steadies you carefully as you settle into a cross-legged position next to him.

These days, it still can take a few moments for you to get used to the stopping velocity, but it’s no longer a shock. 

It helps that you know you’re safe with him.

The clouds are lower than usual today as you stare out onto the sea, the temperature just slightly more frigid, but not yet portending rain. Luffy doesn’t say a word, not even when you slip your arm gently around his and hold onto it loosely, or let out a sigh. You can tell something is wrong, because even his appetite is off, and you wonder if you should have left him alone to think, but you wouldn’t have made it up this high if he didn’t want you near him.

You let your head rest on his shoulder gently instead.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask.

He pauses for a moment, before he says, “Nothing.”

There’s many a joke that can be made here about how thoughtless he is, how unserious he is, but you know him well enough to recognize that there are many layers of emotion buried deep and topped with a brave but sometimes oppressive form of optimism. Today, there are cracks in that overlying glaze and you can sense it bubbling up to the service.

“Just listening to the sea,” he adds.

Seagulls squawk overhead, circling around the two of you briefly before affording you space. A few moments pass, and he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath in through his nose before exhaling through his mouth.

“Do you want to talk?” you ask, tentatively.

His legs stretch out before him, sandals worn at the soles but still walkable, nearly dangling off his feet. He reaches for your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, then clasping it in his other hand before squeezing.

Then he looks at you, offering you a smaller than typical but still warm smile.

“Don’t really have anything to say,” he admits. He’s a bit sheepish now, scratching the back of his head. As if to fill the time, he gently removes his hat and places it atop your head.

His smile widens just a bit more, but it warms your heart.

“I don’t either,” you say. There might be something thick in his chest, or there might not be, but whatever it is, the presence of you already helps alleviate it. 

The longer you sit, the more he’ll be willing to speak on hurt and loss and grief and all the things that come with living life and adventure.

But for now, you can only offer the whispered words I love you as the boat continues to cruise.

And that, you realize as he slowly sinks into the space of your lap to rest, might be enough.

“I love you, too.”

[ot8xbangchansgirlsblog]

Hi! I just saw you’re taking requests and I’m so excited!

I have two ideas if you’re feeling them both ot8 x reader of course!

1. Is reader moving in with the boys , I think it would be real cute

2. The reader finding out she’s pregnant and then having to tell the boys

𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪!

Warning: comfort/fluff

Summary: Request!

A/N: This was kind of rushed so i'm going to turn it into a mini series because i really do have a-lot to add when it comes to everything that has to do with their relationships, the baby itself and Y/n. If you would like to be added to this separate taglist comment down below!

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“Baby, your tummy feels weird,” I.N said, a frown knitting his brows together as he tilted his head slightly to look up at her.

They were cuddled together on the couch, enjoying a lazy day at home. I.N’s head rested on Y/N’s lap while she absentmindedly stroked the back of his head, something he always adored. But today, he didn’t seem quite right.

“What do you mean, love?” Y/N giggled, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his frown, hoping to erase it.

“I don’t know… it just feels hard and strange,” he replied, poking at her abdomen gently, causing her to flinch.

“Baby, stop that!” she laughed, swatting his finger away playfully.

“Seriously! It’s so hard and not squishy like it usually is,” he said, shrugging his shoulders with concern. “Are you on your period?”

“No, my love, not yet. Maybe it’s just because I’ve eaten too much?” she suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

“Hmm, maybe,” he agreed, resting his head back on her lap. They spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies, snuggled under a cozy blanket. But when Chan called, asking if they could pick up some groceries for dinner, they reluctantly decided to get dressed and head out.

“I like having you home,” Y/N said, intertwining their fingers as they walked to the store.

“I like being home with you,” I.N replied, planting a gentle kiss on her temple. The walk was short, but Y/N felt every step weighing her down.

“Are you okay?” I.N chuckled, noticing her panting slightly as they reached the store. “You look a little out of breath.”

“Yes, just a bit winded! Damn, how long has it been since we walked to the store?” she gasped for air, trying to play it off.

“We were just here last week for shampoo, babe,” I.N teased, a grin spreading across his face.

“Oh my God, maybe I’m just getting fat because that felt like a workout,” she sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. I.N laughed softly and grabbed the shopping basket like the gentleman he was, following her as she picked out everything they needed—and a few treats for Felix’s baking cabinet.

Once they got home and put away the groceries, Y/N flopped onto the couch. “Can we take a nap?” she asked, her voice slightly muffled against the cushions.

“Babe, we just woke up from one!” I.N said, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“I know, but I still feel really tired. That was a workout, and my back aches,” she huffed, stretching out on the couch.

“Your back aches?” His tone shifted from playful to worried in an instant. “How bad is it?”

“Just a little bit. It’s nothing serious,” she reassured him with a pout, pulling him toward his room. “Cuddle me, please.”

“Alright, but let me grab some cream for your back first. Remove your shirt,” he instructed, and she nodded, slipping off her shirt and lying down comfortably.

When I.N returned with the cream, he lay beside her, his warm hands gently starting to massage the area where her back ached. She let out soft whimpers of relief, her eyes fluttering shut as he worked his magic.

“Is that better?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.

“Mmm, much better,” she sighed contentedly, feeling her body relax beneath his touch. Before long, she succumbed to sleep, her breathing steady and peaceful. Satisfied, I.N tidied up the room and put everything away, glancing back at her with a smile before heading downstairs to await the others.

When the boys finally made it home, the sound of laughter filled the air. Chan peeked into I.N's room, raising an eyebrow when he saw Y/N still asleep, a content smile on her face.

“Did you take good care of her?” Chan asked, crossing his arms with a smirk.

“Yeah, she took another nap. She said she was tired,” I.N replied casually as he flipped through the channels on the TV.

“Tired again?” Leeknow asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yeah, we went to the store, and she said her back ached, so I gave her a massage and put her to sleep,” I.N explained, a hint of pride in his voice.

“Maybe her period is about to come. I’ll check the app later,” Leeknow suggested. He leaned in to give I.N a quick kiss before heading up to his room, making sure to check in on Y/N before disappearing to take a shower.

“How was your day, guys?” I.N asked as the rest of the boys slowly started to filter into the room.

“Missed you,” Han said automatically, crawling onto I.N’s lap and snuggling in without a second thought.

“I missed you too, baby,” I.N replied with a smile, wrapping his arms around Han.

“I’ll go check on Y/N,” Felix announced, hopping up and making his way to I.N’s room. Once inside, he climbed onto the bed, instantly cuddling up against her.

Y/N stirred slightly, opening her eyes to see Felix’s tousled blonde hair in her face. She let out a soft giggle before speaking. “Hey, bub,” she said, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“Hi, hi, hi!” Felix cheered, showering her with light kisses. Knowing how much he loved to be the little spoon, she turned and held him close.

“Missed you,” she murmured, running her fingers through his hair.

“Missed you too,” he replied, wrapping his leg around her waist and burying his head against her chest. She let out a soft groan as his head nestled right on her sore breasts.

What the hell was going on with her body?

“You’re cuddly today,” she chuckled, continuing to play with his hair.

“You smell nice and feel soft,” he said dreamily, slowly drifting off to sleep. Y/N smiled, allowing him to relax, knowing how exhausting practice could be. She grabbed her phone, curious to check her flow app.

As she scrolled, her jaw dropped in shock. “Oh no…” she gasped, causing Felix to stir slightly but not wake up.

The app showed that she had missed her period. But how? She was always on top of tracking it!

Panic flooded her thoughts as she glanced at the time—it was still only 7 in the evening. She needed to get pregnancy tests. Quickly but quietly, she wiggled out of Felix’s grip and rushed downstairs.

“Woah, woah, woah! Hey there!” Hyunjin chuckled as she nearly knocked into him.

“Hey, bye!” she called over her shoulder, slipping her hand from his grip as she hurried to put on her slippers.

“Are we not getting a welcome home?” Chan yelled, but she was already out the door and in her car, heart racing.

The drive was short, but her mind was racing with negative thoughts. What if? Could she really be…? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as she parked.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out and headed into the store, her heart pounding in her chest. The fluorescent lights felt almost too bright, but she pushed through, grabbing a couple of pregnancy tests and making her way to the self-checkout.

“Come on, come on…” she muttered under her breath, scanning the items quickly and hoping no one was judging her for the sudden purchase. After paying, she hurried back to her car, clutching the small bag tightly.

As she drove home, every worst-case scenario flooded her mind. What if she was pregnant? How would the boys react? Would they be supportive? Or would they panic?

Pulling into the driveway, she took a moment to collect herself. She couldn’t let them see her like this, all frazzled and scared. She had to stay calm.

With a deep breath, she walked inside, trying to put on a brave face. As she entered the living room, she was met with the warm chaos of her boyfriends, laughter filling the air.

"Hey, everyone!" Y/N managed to say, forcing a smile as she stepped into the living room. She hoped they wouldn't pry too much about what was in the bag she clutched tightly to her chest.

"Hey, baby!" Leeknow greeted her, the warmth in his voice putting her at ease for a moment. "I'm going to start on dinner, okay?" He leaned in and gave her a quick, reassuring kiss before heading to the kitchen.

"Where did you run off too?" Hyunjin asked, not missing a beat as he continued playing video games with Changbin. His eyes flicked to her, curiosity evident in his gaze.

"I went to get some… pads," she lied, her heart racing. She felt like she was about to pass out from the weight of the truth.

"You could've just asked me to run to the store, babe," Chan chimed in, looking up from his phone. "At least we know you've been feeling down lately because of your period."

"Yeah, I guess so," she replied, her voice slightly shaky. "I'm going to go put some on, then I'll come say hi properly."

"Wake up Felix for me! I don't want him sleeping too much," Leeknow called from the kitchen.

"Alright!" she responded, her mind already racing as she dashed upstairs to her room. Once inside the bathroom, she locked the door behind her, hands trembling as she read the instructions on the pregnancy test.

With each step, her anxiety spiked. "What am I going to do?" she whispered to herself, burying her head in her hands. It felt like the walls were closing in, and tears threatened to spill as she watched the timer tick down agonizingly slow. When it finally went off, she felt like she wasn't ready at all.

"Just rip it off like a band-aid. Don't be scared, Y/N," she encouraged herself, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a deep breath and turned over one of the tests.

"Oh no, no, no…" she gasped, her heart plummeting as she checked the other two. They all said the same thing-positive.

That was it...it was official, she was carrying a baby.

After taking a cold shower to calm down, Y/N made her way to I.N's room to wake up Felix. He was deep in sleep, snoring softly, looking utterly peaceful.

"Baby, you have to wash up and come down for dinner," she said gently, brushing her fingers through his hair. He groaned in response and rubbed his eyes, reluctantly stirring.

Once he was up, they went their opposite ways: Y/N heading downstairs to join the rest of the boys, who were chattering and playing games. She tiptoed over to Han, who was engrossed in his phone. Leaning down, she showered him with soft kisses until his cheeks flushed a deep tomato red.

"Okay, moving on!" she giggled, moving to the next person. She made sure to repeat this with all the boys, leaving a trail of smiles in her wake, before finally settling down next to Chan, who was the only one available.

"Did you have a good day today?" Chan asked, rubbing her back lightly. "Any cramps?"

"Um, no… I just stayed with Innie the whole day, watching movies. What about you?" She felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her-was this the right time to tell them?

“Oh, you know, the usual,” he replied, rolling his eyes playfully. She decided to give him a quick massage on his shoulder as they waited for Leeknow to finish dinner.

A few minutes later, Felix came bounding down the stairs, a bag in hand. Y/N’s eyes widened in panic as she shot up from her seat. No way he found them!

“Y/Nnie!” Felix squealed, his voice piercing through the room. Everyone turned to look at him, curiosity written on their faces.

“Y/Nnie, you’re pregnant?!” Felix practically shouted, his excitement making everyone’s jaws drop.

“What is he talking about?” Chan asked, looking at her with wide eyes. Y/N was in shock, quickly snatching the bag out of Felix's hand.

“Felix, how many times do I have to tell you not to go through my stuff?” she snapped, her heart racing.

“I was just grabbing my moisturizer from your bathroom…” he said, taking a step back, frowning.

“Wait, hold on. Why are you getting mad at him?” Changbin stood up, his brows furrowing. “Are you pregnant?”

I.N grabbed the bag from her, ripping it open to pull out the pregnancy tests. “Holy shit… s-she’s actually pregnant…” His eyes widened in disbelief as he lost his balance, falling back into his seat, while Chan snatched the tests from his hands.

"You didn't tell us?" Chan looked at her, disappointment etched on his face.

"I took three tests, and they all say the same thing," she replied, feeling tears welling up again. "I don't know what to do!"

Chan immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace.

"What's all the commotion?" Leeknow asked, walking into the room, a knife in hand.

"Y/N's pregnant," Seungmin repeated, almost in disbelief.

"What? I thought… wait, hold on…" Leeknow huffed, scanning the room for a seat as if he needed to process this news.

"I-I… I'm sorry, okay? I just took the test. I was going to tell you guys."

"When?" Han pouted, crossing his arms.

"I don't know! I freaked out! This is a lot, okay?" she huffed, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Is that why you ran out of the house?" Hyunjin asked, and she nodded, looking away.

"Holy shi- a baby? A whole baby…" Chan gasped, glancing around the room as if the walls were closing in on them.

"Is that why your stomach feels weird noona?" I.N asked looking at her curiously.

"That's probably one of the reasons yeah," she replied.

"Wah.." he gasped looking amazed. He knew something was off earlier on. He had felt it.

"I never knew it would be this soon," Seungmin said. He was honestly confused and didn't know how to feel about the situation. He just felt bad for her because she was probably scared shitless.

"okay.." Leeknow finally spoke, "we need to have a conversation about condoms and how to use them because obviously one of you slipped up," he rolled his eyes looking at the boys. They all laugh but try to hide it making it even more funnier.

Chan on the other hand looked stressed as fuck.

"Chan say something please.." She begged looking at him.

"oh baby girl, i'm just in shock thats all," he sighed wiping away her stray tears. "I can… I can abort it—"

“NO!” they all shouted in unison, causing her to flinch.

“You actually want me to keep it?” It was her turn to sit down, the weight of the situation crashing over her. Was this actually happening?

“I mean… yeah?” Changbin shrugged. “I don’t mind it.”

“I wouldn’t mind having a kid running around,” Felix added, his face lighting up at the thought.

"That would actually be sick, imagine a baby coming with us on tour!" Hyunjin hyped up the situation even more.

"What if there twins?!" Seungmin claps his hands in excitement.

"or Quadtruplets?!" Han gasps.

"Those do run in my family," I.N says smirking.

Y/n couldnt help but smile at the fact that they where excited for this. It made her feel a little better now although she still wasn't sure about the whole situation.

"Plus, we're all financially stable to take care of one. I don't see why not," Han chimed in, nodding in agreement

"Okay, woah, woah, woah, guys. Let's slow down for a second and ask the person who's actually carrying the baby if they're okay with it," Chan said, raising his hands to calm the excitement.

Everyone's eyes landed on her, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. She really wasnt expecting this at all and although she felt like she wasnt ready, the way the boys looked at her with hope was the only answer she needed.

"Oh… I guess… let's have a baby? I just-what if I'm not ready for this? What if it changes everything?"

"Life is full of surprises," Chan said gently, kissing her forehead. "But we'll face whatever comes next together. You're strong, and we're all in this with you."

"I… I guess it's just a lot to take in," she admitted, wiping away a few more stray tears. "I wasn't expecting this."

"None of us were," Felix said, a small smile breaking through his breaking through his worry. "But we'll make it work. We're a family, right?"

"Right," Y/N replied, feeling a flicker of hope. "I just need some time to process it all.”

"Take all the time you need jagi," Hyunjin reassured her.

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[cursedyuri]

a soft n smutty piece for fall coziness… <3 the changing seasons always make me feel melancholic and i feel like ellie would take care of r if she was the same :)

tw: depression, nsfw, 18+ only

the sun filters into your bedroom through the half-drawn curtains, a warm glow that paints everything golden. you stretch out under the covers, hand reaching for sunlight, palm open against the blankets as warmth envelops your fingers. numb with cold, you defrost.

even as your hand soaks in the warmth of the sun, guilt twists inside you, ice cold. the phone in the kitchen has rung out three separate calls today, shrill and blaring in the silence of your apartment; you've melted too deep into the mattress to answer. the kitchen may as well be miles away.

she’s probably worried, you fret. what if she thinks i’m dead? i need to call her back.

but as much as you want to force yourself to leave the comfort of your duvet, the you-shaped crater in the bed, you can’t do it. you just can’t.

you’re not surprised when you hear the sounds of your girlfriend’s arrival, ellie’s key scraping the lock before she swings the door open. you’d given her your spare key months ago. she’d only used it on days like this.

you hear the rustle of plastic, the harried zips and thumps of ellie removing her boots at the front door. and then she’s appearing in your doorway, her face twisted with worry; brows drawn together, lips turned downward. she looks heartbroken.

“baby,” she says, voice tinged with a cocktail of equal parts relief and concern, “god, i thought you were—”

“dead?” you interject. your voice softens when you add, “i’m okay, el. i’m sorry i didn’t pick up the phone.”

“no, it’s okay, don’t worry.” she pads over the worn carpet, plastic bag crinkling at her side as she approaches you on the bed. “i brought breakfast.”

she holds up the bag for emphasis; you can see three to-go boxes inside. the smell of hash browns and scrambled eggs and pancakes wafts out towards you, and you hate the way it makes your mouth water. she knows breakfast is your favorite. you can hardly resist it, even this late in the day, as the sun sets outside your window.

“thank you.” you smile up at her. it’s forced—it doesn’t meet your eyes. she notices, because she always does.

“you don’t have to eat right now,” she clarifies. hazel eyes swoop over the bed, appraising the blankets splayed out over you in disarray, and she hesitates. you hold out your hand for her in encouragement. “come here, ellie.”

so she does. she sets the bag of breakfast food on the nightstand, then climbs over you with a clumsiness that seeps through her caution. you smile. genuinely. and then she’s kissing you, soft lips pressed to yours as her auburn locks tickle your cheeks. the kiss is gentle and languid, slow and soft and encouraging. she tastes like home, and you realize you’ve been aching for this feeling all day, body numb in the confines of your bedroom. you lose yourself in her kiss, sighing deep through your nose. her tongue is warm and wet against your lower lip; she works your mouth open and licks into you, sending heat rushing to your belly where it pools like molten gold.

you’ve found yourself in a haze lately: a fog so thick that it blurs out all feeling, leaving you spent in the silence of your apartment even after days of doing nothing. days of just thinking.

but ellie breaks through the fog as her hands cup your face, thumbs brushing soothingly over the apples of your cheeks. her tongue slides deliciously over yours and you moan without thinking. she freezes for just a moment. she draws back and you nearly whine, eyes barely opening to peer up into his.

“we don’t have to do anything,” she assures you as she leans forward to kiss the bridge of your nose. “not if you’re feeling down.”

your heart swells with affection for her: her disheveled hair, her soft gaze, her flushed lips swollen from kissing. her consideration for you. her love.

“but i want to,” you breathe. “i want it, ellie.”

so she disappears into the crook of your neck, the warmth of her mouth sending a shiver rocking through you as she presses kisses to your sensitive skin. each kiss gets more heated, her lips parting to suckle on the flesh right over your pulse. you moan and she pauses before murmuring against your throat, “are you sure?”

you nod almost frantically. “i’m sure, i’m sure.”

it doesn’t take long for her to undress you, which you’re grateful for. she works your shirt off and rolls your panties down your thighs, her hands smoothing back up over the supple skin.

on days like this, when you’re hardly afloat in the tidal wave of your melancholy, she tends to hold you with gentle wariness, as if you’d shatter if she moved too quickly. and you love it. the obvious adoration in her gentleness, in the need to take things slow.

but you decide you don’t want that today.

when her face is within reach again, you pull her in for a heated kiss. it quickly evolves into all tongue and spit and teeth, your lips smacking audibly as you trail your hands down her sides. you grip the soft cotton of her shirt and slowly pull it upwards, exposing inch by inch of pale, freckled skin, and when your fingers brush over her ribs, you feel the slow shudder that afflicts her. her body responding so instantly to your touch makes you dizzy with arousal; that pool of heat in your stomach grows ever-larger. it doesn’t help that she’s touching you too, the calloused pads of her fingers delicious against your skin. she grips and squeezes you in all the right places, drawing sharp breaths and high moans from your throat as her hands explore every inch of you.

suddenly, it’s hard to remember what came before this. the haze that had lingered over you for days. all you can think about is the feeling of ellie’s body against yours, her jeans scratchy as she rocks her hips down to yours. you hook your legs around her waist, bare cunt desperate for friction, even through a layer of denim.

you pull back from rushed, sloppy kisses to gasp at the sensation—you shamelessly rub yourself against her through her jeans, unable to find it in you to worry about the mess you’re making. ellie watches you in awe, your eyes half-lidded as your hips roll upward, your pretty lips parted in a delicate “o” shape.

“fuck it,” she rasps, and she’s lurching back to sit up on her heels, ripping her clothes off in a blur of fabric. her shirt falls off first, and then she works her way out of her jeans, so eager she stumbles a few times. you beam at her, eyes clouded with lust, and when she finds her way back between your legs, the feeling of her bare skin against yours has you gushing impossibly wetter. you find yourself in the same position as before, only now without the barrier of ellie’s clothes between you. you grind yourself up against her, twitching and gasping each time her pelvis glides over your clit; you can feel how wet you are, how messy you’re leaving her. and she can feel it, too, evident each time she moves her hips against yours and moans with her head tucked against your shoulder.

your impatience is a balloon that’s been filled and filled and filled, and it finally pops. you reach between your writhing bodies to ellie’s cunt; her teeth close around your shoulder when you give her clit a few slow strokes, fingertips pressing hard into the bundle of nerves. she soothes her bite with her tongue and then laughs under her breath, uttering lowly, “i’m sorry, fuck, just feels good.”

you hum in response, pausing to reach into the nightstand drawer, where you keep a harness and strap for situations like this. she draws in a shaky breath, turning her head to kiss your neck again, tongue circling your skin before she pulls back to slip into the harness. then she’s back on you, pulling you in for another heated kiss as she drags the tip of the strap through your folds and up to the bud of your clit. you’re soaked everywhere, and her cock feels so smooth as it glides effortlessly over you; you’re barely breathing.

ellie’s voice is in your ear, quiet but thick with lust. “let me eat you out first.”

and it sounds amazing, it really does. any other time, you’d relent, let her mouth at your cunt for hours until you’re so fucked-out you can’t think straight. but that’s not what you need right now.

“i need you inside me,” you tell her, voice low and sultry, almost unrecognizable from its usual timbre. ellie hears it, too, the husk in your tone making her grit her teeth with a low, gravelly moan. “shit, baby—can’t say no to that.”

she slides into you so easily, your cunt opening smoothly around her as she pushes in to the hilt. you both sigh in pleasure, you at the feeling of being so deliciously full, her at the satisfaction of watching your expression dissolve into pure bliss.

“so fuckin’ wet, goddamn,” ellie murmurs. she draws back only to fuck into you again, and you whine when she brushes up against the end of you. the spot that only she can find. that only spurs her on—she starts fucking you in earnest without much buildup, too pent up to be patient and slow and intentional. she knows what you want, you realize, flooded with arousal as her hips slam into yours. her strap drags perfectly through you, so deep you see stars behind fluttering eyelids.

“ellie,” you moan, brows pinched together, mouth hanging open.

she doesn’t slow down, skin smacking against skin as she fucks herself into you. “what do you need, baby? i’ll give it to you. i’ll give you anything.”

another moan tears out of your throat at her words, your arms moving up to snake around her neck and reel her in for another sloppy kiss. “more,” you gasp, your foreheads pressed together, slick with sweat. “more, please, more.”

ellie gives you one last, searing kiss, then pulls back to readjust. she stills inside you while she grabs hold of your legs, palms squeezing the doughy flesh of your thighs before she pushes them toward your chest. your knees are up by your shoulders like this, and you reach your hands around to support yourself, though your own touch can’t rival her. “good girl,” she praises when she notices what you’re doing, allowing your hands to replace her. she instead brings her attention to your hips, holding them still while she pulls almost all the way out and fucks back into you. and it’s rougher, now, more intentional. ellie moves faster, harder; you cry out a blissful oh my god, tears burning in your eyes from the sheer pleasure of it.

this is it—this is what you needed. and ellie gives it to you exactly how you want it, her body smacking against your ass and the backs of your thighs, her cock hitting that sweet spot within you so rhythmically that you find your brain is entirely empty. the ceaseless noise in your head has quieted, in its place is sheer pleasure.

your release sneaks up on you; you’re not thinking straight, overwhelmed with lust and the warmth it floods through your veins. you come suddenly but with so much force it nearly knocks the wind out of you. squirming and shaking under ellie’s towering form, your cunt spasms around the silicon cock and she groans out in delight.

spent, ellie lowers her weight on you, still careful not to crush you beneath her. you’re both catching your breath, but she can’t drive away the urge to kiss you. slower, this time. more loving.

“hey,” she says, “i love you.”

you smile against her lips, giving her another few pecks before you tell her, “i love you too.”

her arms are warm, lithe, and strong around you, holding you as close as she can. but when you start to wiggle underneath her, she groans in disapproval.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i just—i really wanna eat some pancakes.”

[crimsonbubble]

A Little Older

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, dilf alpha!hongjoong, implied age gap, *magic* fleshlight, breeding kink, creampie *not proofread, just pure horny

[this didn't turn out as filthy as I wanted it to but oh well 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️]

‘You can use it when I'm not with you! Besides, it looks just like it huh?’

Hongjoong cursed at himself as he stared at the toy you had gifted him just a little while before he was set off for a business trip. He threw it on his bed, shaking his head as he tried to handle his pre-rut himself. He's distracted himself from his rut with work but that doesn't seem to be working anymore as his eyes keep glancing at the toy lying at the foot of his bed.

Hongjoong felt the symptoms of his rut build within him; his cock is aching, throbbing in his pants as he grumbles and sinks further into the bed. His breathing continues to get more rugged, his body getting hotter and hotter as he referred back to when you first gave him that damned toy. He reached for the toy, rubbing his fingers over it. Hongjoong felt like the young and reckless alpha he was in his younger years, shoving his clothes off and pumping his cock with a shaky fist.

He wrapped his hand around his girth base, slapping his tip against the fake pussy lips before slowly sinking the toy on him. A tight warmth enveloped his cock, pulsing around him. Hongjoong almost turned his brain off, going on autopilot as he let his instincts take over. He fucked the toy with greed and vigor, squeezing the soft toy around his wet cock. His thrusts kept getting faster and more reckless, clearly enjoying the toy more than he wanted to admit.

-

You on the other hand, we're glad that you had to reschedule a night out with your friends. You lay on the couch, clenching your thighs together at the constant pressure. Trailing a hand between your thighs, you could feel your pussy being stretched around something solid, something thick. You shakily removed your shorts, feeling over the growing wet patch on your panties. You tugged them to the side, eyes widening in comical shock at how your pussy stretched around seemingly nothing. A nervous grin painted your features as you felt around the coffee table for your phone.

-

Hongjoong felt like a horny teen as he fucked the toy in his hands, rutting pathetically into a cloned toy of your pretty cunt. But the one thing keeping him going (other than his rut), was the mere fact that you were somewhere, writhing and pulsing as your soul is fucked out of you. The toy was pliable and warm in his hands, he needed to add pressure around his cock; mimic the feeling of your sweet cunr clamping down onto him.

Hongjoong fucked into the toy through his rut feuled delirium, rocking his hips and pulling the toy onto him. He selfishly rutted into the toy, disregarding the fact that you are currently soaking the couch under you, disregarding the fact that you could barely keep the camera steady as you focused on your slick pussy gushing uselessly around ‘nothing’.

The wet sound of the slicked up toy joined the groans that Hongjoong choked out. Hongjoong's knot caught along the edge of the toy, the sounds of wet squelching only reminding him of you. His breath came out in short huffs, fucking his knot in and out of the toy desperately. He babbled incoherently, pushing his knot into the toy as his cock pulsed and throbbed. His body jerked as he came into the toy, squeezing the toy around his knot as his cum flooded into the toy.

His chest is heaving as the final waves of his orgasm ebbed off of him. His phone dinged beside him, hidden under his haphazardly thrown shirt. He feels around for it and immediately notices messages from you. He opens the messages immediately, feeling his cock twitch inside the toy as he observes the thumbnail of the video you had sent.

He clicked the video, grunting as she watched the shaky video of you coming undone around nothing. He noted the way you clenched and tightened around something, focusing the camera on your swollen cunt.

You had video called him as soon as the read receipt changed to seen. Hongjoong moaned as he accepted the call, the first thing he saw was you propped up on his bed in one of his shirts. You lifted the edge of the shirt, giving him an eyeful of your stretched cunt as he held the toy around his now aching cock. He experimentally pulled the toy off of him, watching with interest as your pussy was left feeling empty.

He pulled the toy onto him again, staring shamelessly at how your pussy stretched. He watched with intrigue as you leaned back against the pillows of your shared bed, biting into the hem of his shirt to muffle the overstimulated cries that left your mouth. Your shaky hands held your thighs open, watching and feeling as Hongjoong slipped his deflating knot out of the toy.

He roughly pushed back into the toy, chuckling in amusement as your hips lurched. He watched the way your eyes rolled back, eyes now moved to watch the way your pussy gushed, pulsated, and clamped around nothing. He can see the neediness in your eyes, his cock throbbing as tears rolled down your fucked out face.

[puckinghischier]

hi there, English is not my first language but I hope you will understand me.I have a request for a nico one shot about reader being in a friend group and slowly getting left out and eventually getting replaced. at first she didn't tell nico bc she didn't want hit to worry but neeks slowly noticing a slight change in a reader behavior and ask reader what's wrong. at first reader don't want to talk about it but at the end the whole bubble breaks and reader is sobbing and crying in Nico's arms. I hope you understand what I mean.Btw i LOVE all your fanfics, I hope it's not too long, thank you in advance ❤️❤️

he had noticed the slight shift in your routine. suddenly you were home more, a little clingier, asking if you could tag along with him and the guys more often. none of which mattered to him. if anything, nico loved the extra time spent with you. but you just seemed…sad.

he realized you hadn’t mentioned any plans with your friends recently, at first just chalking it up to him being on a stretch of home games and you wanting to spend your time with him before he had to leave again. but when he was on the road for the better part of a week, and you were home, in your pjs every night he called you, he knew something was up.

“schatz, can i ask you a question?” nico asked you after dinner one night, having sensed your overall demeanor was off all day.

“sure, you know you can always ask me stuff,” you turn to face him, leaning into the plush couch.

he thinks about how to word his question without sounding accusatory or like doesn’t enjoy the increased time together. “well…i’ve just noticed, you’ve been home a lot more lately and i haven’t heard you talk about the girls much recently. is there a reason? or are you just so obsessed with me you can’t bear to be apart,” he tries to add humor to offset the serious connotation of the sentence.

your body goes rigid, surprising him. you won’t meet his eyes, your hands coming together to pick at your fingernails. he watches the tears prick at your eyes, alarm bells going off in his head.

“i-, no, it’s nothing. just, no plans lately,” you say, voice strained, still not meeting his eyes.

he watches your lip tremble, knowing there’s more to the story, but not knowing if he should push the issue or accept the answer. he brings a hand over to rest on your knee, rubbing his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion.

“okay, i was just curious. didn’t know if something had happened or if you just wanted more nico time,” he chuckles, trying to relieve some of the sudden tension, no humor found in the situation.

his attempts were futile, because the second the words left his mouth you broke down, falling forward into his arms. he held you as you sobbed on his shoulder, slightly shocked at the sudden outburst of emotions.

“hey, shhh. it’s okay, sweet girl. i’ve got you, okay? i love you,” he tried to reassure you, lifting you to fully sit on his lap. he let you purge whatever emotions needed to be let out, not pulling back from the tight embrace until you did.

he’s met with your puffy, red eyes. he can feel the wet spot on his shoulder, but ignoring anything that isn’t you. brining his hands up, he wipes away the wetness on your face, squishing your face together while pulling it forward slightly, giving you a salty kiss.

“you know i love you, right?” he asks you as he pulls back from the kiss, earning a small nod of your head.

“i love you too,” you rasp out, bringing your own hands up to run down your face, wiping your own tears. “sorry about all that i just…been holding that in for awhile.”

nico removes some hair that was sticking to your cheek, shaking his head. “what’s going on, sweetheart?”

you take a deep breath, suddenly embarrassed. “it’s stupid, really. i mean, i’m a grown woman, i shouldn’t be upset over something so trivial,” you start, a humorless laugh escaping you.

“no, we’re not doing that. if it’s making you feel like this it’s important, it doesn’t matter what it is,” nico responds, slightly scolding you. “just tell me, maybe i can help.”

you smile at his words, heart swelling with love for the man in front of you. “well…basically i don’t think i have friends any more? i mean, i don’t know. for the past few weeks i quit getting invites. i thought at first maybe it was a lull in plans with the whole group, but when i saw them posting they were out for drinks one night and i checked the group chat to see that the group chat…didn’t exist anymore, i realized what was happening,” you start, shrugging.

“i messaged each of the girls individually, but no one responded. then it turned into taking digs at me in their captions on their pictures from dinners, nights out, events i was never invited to. no one ever told me why. or if i did something. one night we were at the bar grabbing dinner and drinks while you were on the road and the next, i was booted from the group chat and never to be spoken to again,” you tell him, knowing it’s all over the place and confusing, but it’s the truth. one night you were laughing and chatting with your best friends. the next, you were sitting alone at your apartment, watching them get together without you.

“it’s so middle school mean girl coded, but even at 24, it hurts. i know i don’t need those type of women in my life, but they’re my friends, neeks. at least…i thought they were,” you started tearing up again, feeling nico squeeze the hand he was holding.

nico’s heart breaks for you, knowing how much you loved your girls. he can’t imagine who, in their right mind, would just kick someone as caring, sweet, and loving as you out of their life for seemingly no reason.

“oh, my sweet girl,” he brings you back in for an embrace. “you’re too good for them, you know that?” he tells you, meaning every word.

he always had some issues with your friend group, but he never voiced his concerns, because he didn’t want to upset your or seem like he was being controlling. he could tell they were always just…off though. always wanting to tag along with you to hockey games, wanting a box when you told him you liked sitting down in the crowd better. they always changed plans you suggested, doing what they wanted instead of what you wanted. only ever wanting to attend get togethers at yours and his apartment if other guys from the team were gonna be there.

“it just sucks, neeks. i mean, how pathetic? i’m a grown woman who has no friends and her only social life revolves around her professional athlete boyfriend? i feel like such a leech,” you admit.

nico sees red, wanting to go and give all of those women a piece of his mind for how they’re making you feel.

“listen to me, don’t you ever say those words to me again, do you hear me?” he fusses at you, as serious as he’s ever been. “you’re the farthest thing from a leech. i want you around me all the time. i want you to tag along to every event, every team outing, every game. i enjoy spending my time with you, and getting to have you to myself every night.”

your heart swells once again, having been worried lately you were being too clingy.

“those women? they’re the pathetic ones. if they can’t see the absolute gem of a person they had around them, then they’re the ones who should be ashamed,” he looks you in the eyes as he speaks, willing your brain to soak in and listen to every word.

“i love you,” is all you can think to say in response, not knowing how else to express your feelings in the moment. you lean in to touch your lips to his, wishing to convey every ounce of thankfulness, love, and appreciation for him through the kiss.

he kiss you back softly, pulling back after a few moments.

“so, now that that’s settled, you wanna go out for drinks with me and the guys tomorrow? think a few of the other wives and girlfriends are coming, too. might be fun?” he asks you, already concocting a plan to find you a new, trustworthy group of girl friends.

“hmmmm, let me check my schedule, i might be booked and busy,” you joke, his words having made you feel light as a feather, any sadness working its way out of your body.

he rolls his eyes at you, letting out a playful growl as he attacks your neck with kisses, earning a laugh out of you.

[waves-against-a-cliff]

After the End - Post-Apocalypse Omegaverse AU

Summary - One knot down, three more to go

Tags - Omegaverse (duh), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, non traditional dynamics, all of the 141 are alphas, you're an omega. SMUT, dub-con, fingering knotting, mating press, polyamory, alphas love alphas. 141 x reader

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Kyle looks shocked for only a moment before he settles between your legs, your slick cunt still pulsing around nothing as your heat forces your orgasm to prolong itself, seeking a knot that only he could give you at this moment. You reach out and grab onto his belt, fumbling to unbuckle it with shaky hands. He puts his hands over yours and helps you unbuckle it then unbutton his pants. His straining cock finally getting a little bit of relief as he pulls his pants down. Your mouth waters at the sight of the tent in his boxers and you palm the hardened cock eliciting a hiss from Kyle as pleasure shoots up his spine.

He takes your hand and pushes it away before he pulls down his boxers at long last. Much like the rest of him, his cock is unfairly attractive. Uncut and leaking precum from just the small touch you gave it, girthy and long but not too much of either. You prop yourself up on your elbows, prepared to move and take it in your mouth when he slips two fingers back into your cunt. You gasp out, dropping back down onto your back, “Good omega,” he purrs as he adds a third finger and resumes pumping them in and out of you while you gasp and moan whenever the heel of his hand grinds against your clit.

“Kyle,” you moan and he groans through gritted teeth, “please Kyle,” you beg a little hysterically. “Please fuck me, please?”

“Fuck-” Kyle curses as he removes his slick covered fingers from your and coats his cock in your arousal. “Needy,” Kyle mutters teasingly as he leans over you, blocking your view of the others completely which makes your inner omega whine for some reason. “Don’t worry pretty omega, I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs in your ear as he teasingly grinds his cock up against your clit sending little shockwaves of pleasure through you.

Finally he notches the head of his cock as your entrance before he says through gritted teeth to the one of the others called Price who you can’t see, “Stop me if I try to mark, we’re not to mark until the heat is over,” he says and one of them rumbles their agreement. Finally, finally, he pushes in and the stretch is like nothing you’ve experienced before. His body heat warms you as he pushes further into you and just when you think you can’t take anymore he bottoms out with a groan and his head on your shoulder. “Fuck,” he drawls out, “you’re so tight.”

You whine and wiggle your hips, your body easily adapting to the girth of him thanks to your heat making you more pliable. He grabs a pillow from the nest and situates it under your hips to keep you fully connected to him as he sits back and looks down at you through his own haze induced by your scent. Finally you can see the three others again, the one with a skull balaclava stares right into your eyes sending a shiver down your spine and the one with a boonie hat on looks ready to tear you apart and put you back together again.

And you can’t see the other one which makes you whine. You can sense the bond between all of them and want to see all of them as well. You want them to watch as their pack mate takes your first with them.

“Where's the Scottish one?” You ask quietly and Kyle chuckles as the Scottish one pushes forward between the other two and you relax even more into your nest, turning into something more like putty. “There you are,” you murmur before gasping when Kyle slides out and then back into you.

He leans back over you, trapping you and restricting your view of the others. Not that it would have mattered as he takes your chin between his hand and forces you to look at him as he goes at an agonizingly slow pace. Pulling out and then pushing back in just as slowly, grinding his pelvis against yours to catch your clit and make you clench down on him. “Focus on me love,” he coos but you can feel the command of an alpha in his voice. Your eyes snap to his pretty brown ones and he picks up the pace, leaving you gasping and moaning, one hand clawing at his shoulder and the other at his arm. “Yeah, does that feel good? Just needed some good cock and you’re all soft for me,” he mutters and you bare your teeth in retaliation, wishing his arm were closer so you could bite it.

“There you are,” he whispers and leans down a little further, his pace never faltering as he captures your lips with his. The sound of skin on skin fills the cellar, mixing with your moans and occasionally his own groans. You open your mouth and when he does the same you lick in to taste him on your tongue. His tongue entangles with yours as you both taste each other for the first time. Your nails leave claw marks and indents in his skin as he fucks into you and finally one of his hands reaches and starts to play with your clit.

Electricity shoots up your spine and you jolt underneath his touch making him chuckle. He pins you down with his weight as he circles your clit while fucking you unmercifully. You gasp and writhe underneath him, moaning each time he bottoms out in your again all while a tightness builds within you. You start to panic at the thought of not being knotted by him and begs between moans, “Please Kyle,” you moan and he nods.

“Yeah? Yeah, what is it love?” He asks with a knowing smile, barely containing his own throaty groans.

“Please knot me, please please please. I need it. I need it so bad,” you babble as you grow closer to your own earth shaking orgasm.

“Yeah? Want me to knot you love? Want me to pump you full and make sure you give us some pups?” And you nod to each of his questions, willing to agree to anything for his knot. Then you feel it, the start of his knot as he pauses, already caught inside of you. Instead he grinds up into you, circling your clit more urgently and dragging up whatever slick dripped out of you then back up to your hardened pearl.

Your legs grow tense as the tightness within you finally snaps and releases. You cry out at the pleasure slams in you, leaving you twitching as his cum fills you up with a warmth you haven’t had since the world ended and even before then. He groans as he goes still, your cunt clenching down on him even tighter ensuring he wouldn’t have been able to pull out even if he wasn’t knotted in you.

After a long while his knot finally deflates and when he pulls out a dribble of cum follows. He presses a kiss to your temple, seeing your eyes closed and assuming you had fallen asleep. As he pulls up boxers and pants back up he hears the rustle of sheets and looks behind him to see yourself presenting perfectly towards the other three men. Price steps forward and feels your ass appreciatively. “All this for me dove?” He asks and you nod your head quickly. “Want me to fuck this pretty cunt? Want me to knot it like Kyle did?”

“Yes!” You cry out as he pushes a finger into you.

“Names John, dove. I want to hear you scream it while I fuck you.”

[inky-duchess]

Etiquette of the Edwardian Era and La Belle Époque: Courting

This is a new set of posts focusing on the period of time stretching from the late 19th century to the early 20th Century right up to the start of WWI. I'll be going through different aspects of life. This series can be linked to my Great House series as well as my Season post and Debutant post.

I get asked a lot about courting, what's acceptable or what's off limits and how one may woo a prospective spouse. So let's explore how to win the hand and heart.

Meeting (not so cute?)

Firstly, it is really difficult to have a meet cute in the Edwardian era. Women and men are kept separate for most of the day, only really getting to meet at designated events: A dinner, a ball, a social event. Meeting in the park is a cute idea but a gentleman can't just approach a lady (or another gentleman) without being introduced by a third party, either a senior party or a mutual friend. However, an introduction at a ball is sort of like Cinderella's get up, it ceases to matter when the ball is over. Your gentleman must not approach a lady after that ball, he must be reintroduced. Once an introduction has been made, he can speak with her.

An Interest

When an introduction has gone satisfactory, a gentleman must make the first move by calling to her parents'/guardian's home and making a formal request to begin courting. Her parents/guardians must consent, usually leading to a short brief interview of the gentleman's family, his connections, his wealth (though in not so vulgar terms, they may inquire where he lives which is an indicator). The woman's opinion did matter, she could give her reasons for accepting or turning down the offer. When the interest is approved, the gentleman can start offering invitations.

Three's Company

Of course, just because the parents agree, doesn't mean the couple gets to be alone. The young lady will be accompanied by a chaperone either a lady's maid, a governess, her mother or another female relative. While the couple is together, the chaperone will always be a few steps behind or have them in sight. She's there to ensure that nothing more than a conversation happens. This is not only for her young lady's reputation but also to save the man from any claims of impropriety. The chaperone also serves as a sort of spy, gauging whether this relationship is worth pursuing.

Activities & Tokens

A gentleman may invite a lady out to lots of different activities. He can invite her for a promenade at a local park or gardens, out the theatre, visit her at home, invite her to galleries, to balls or to be his companion at sporting events such as the races, tennis matches or boat races. When visiting in the house, the gentleman would be expected to speak with all the family, be polite and courteous. This is how the family guages his suitably. The gentleman must provide transportation and funds for any excursion. Gifts are to be refined as well. Expensive gifts are considered vulgar and will likely be turned down. Small gifts such as flowers, books, cakes are acceptable. Gifts aren't as important as the time spent together.

Rules of Engagement

There are certain unspoken rules surrounding courtship that every gentlemen must follow for a successful courtship:

A gentleman should always pay attention to his lady, and not exclude her or cast her off for others

A gentleman never smokes in front of his lady nor forget to remove his hat.

A gentleman must always offer to refresh his lady on an excursion

A gentleman must defend his lady from any offense be it an insult or a scene unfit for her eyes or within an argument. Throwing in an apology for any offense can add a cherry on top.

However if she's the one giving offense, without any reason, the gentleman must seek to create peace, apologising on her behalf.

When walking, a lady will be placed in the inside of the pavement.

A gentleman should never spend above his means to impress his lady. Staying within his means is not only smart but a show of restraint and a glimpse of what life ought to be if they marry.

A gentleman should always offer his assistance when a lady is exiting a carriage or going up a flight of steps or carrying anything heavy.

If a man accompanies a woman to a ball, he's expected to dance with her on her first and last dances of the evening.

A gentleman must always make his intentions known and not string a lady along with no intention of marriage. He must never joke about his intentions or lead her on.

Marriage

Courtship usually promises marriage which is why a gentleman or lady should not enter into courtship unless they would consider marriage. Courtship may last a few months or a few weeks and while it is going on, both sides should consider whether marriage would be a viable option of either of them. Parents/guardians would be consulted, the gentleman must make his intentions known to her father or nearest male relative before approaching the lady and popping the question. A courtship that doesn't end in marriage is seen as a failure and may damage the reputation of both parties, leading people to wonder what happened and who is to blame. For example is a perfectly eligible gentleman will not marry a perfectly eligible lady or she turns down his offer, people will usually leap to the conclusion that there is something lacking.

LGBTQIA+ Courting

Gay people have always been here. They have courted and they have loved. Whilst it was illegal in this time in many parts of the world, love did prevail. (fun fact: lesbianism wasn't illegal because nobody wanted to explain what it was to Queen Victoria). The good thing to know is that courting whilst gay was likely easier in this period. Whilst there were restrictions and rules for straight couples and chaperones haunted their every step, none of this would happen if two people of the same gender stepped out together. Two gentleman going to the opera together or dining at a restaurant or attending a ball together (dancing in public was unlikely) or two ladies promenading in the park or attending a concert would not be examined like a courting couple. They would have more freedom to move around but of course, with legal impediments PDA was kept a minium. Whilst they wouldn't be allowed to marry legally, there was little stopping couples from moving in together. Nobody would say much about two spinsters sharing a home or two bachelors crashing together

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Task 141 + König and Alejandro

I did request this earlier (and I apologize for spamming - but had to add some things!)

How the boys react to coming from a meeting or mission to reader being in lingerie waiting on their bed or room. 😏 If you’re comfortable - could you add smut? Would love to know how they’d react heheheh… Pure filth is also very much welcomed! 🫣

Ah yes! Thanks for this request. Feel free to spam away ;) As requested, this is pure trash with like zero plot🤣

141 + König & Alejandro With Reader Suprising Them With Lingiere

Warnings: pure filth, smut, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, swearing, spanking

Simon Ghost Riley-

Simon was exhausted, the day was unbearably long, and he wanted nothing more than to come home to you.

Shuffling his feet through the door, he saw that all of the lights were off in the room, indicating you must've gone to bed early. He let out a small sigh, laying his stuff down on the floor, before making his way up to your bedroom.

When he caught sight of you, his cock instantly hardened in his pants. There you were, sprawled out on the bed in the nicest lingerie set he's ever seen. It was a red lacy set (his favorite color) and had a stunning matching garter. He walked toward you, his exhaustion now long forgotten. "Fucking look at you, sweetheart."

You bit your lip as you watched him approach, running your hand along your fabric covered heat. "You like? Thought I'd surprise you."

"Oh I fucking love, sweetheart." He quickly discarded his shirt, and crawled toward you on the bed. He sat and admired the set awhile longer, burning the image into his head, before he leaned down and placed an open mouth kiss to your clothed heat.

You let out a small whimper, your hands going to his head as he smirked. "You want my mouth, baby?"

You nodded feverishly and cried out when he pushed the fabric aside just enough to give his mouth access to your now soaked cunt.

He slipped his tongue between your folds and inhaled deeply. It never took long for him to get pussy drunk off you, as he buried his face into your core, lapping at your arousal like a starved man. His tongue stroked up and down your folds, making obscene noises as he went.

He looked up to you, and saw a euphoric sight. Your eyes were closed, face scrunched up slightly as you pawed at him. That, mixed with the sight of the lingerie on you had his brain working overtime, as he continued his assault on your cunt.

He added one of his slender fingers to your hole, and began to pump it in and out in rhythm with his tongue, which was now flicking wildly at your clit. You started to feel the coil in your belly tighten and dug your nails into his shoulder blades. He gave your clit a light nip, causing you to scream out as your orgasm tore through you.

He stayed between your thighs for some time, cleaning up your mess with a heavy sigh, his tongue stroking at your folds lazily.

When he got his fill, he pulled his head away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Removing his pants, he then moved up to you, grabbed the undersides of your thighs, and pushed your legs next to your head.

He gave you a small kiss before ramming himself into you, burying his cock completely within your walls. His hands gripped the head board above him, giving him a better angle to begin pounding into you at full force.

The way his cock stretched you out had you seeing stars. He was the biggest you'd ever been with, and my God did he know what he was doing with it. Each thrust of his hips had him burying himself to the hilt, hitting that sweet spot inside your walls every time.

He moved one of his hands to your thigh, hooking one of his fingers underneath the garter there and began to tug, his pace not relenting. Feeling himself growing close to his own release, his thrusts started to grow erratic as he chased his high. He gave another tug to the straps, as he felt his orgasm wash through him, stopping his movements when the straps tore in half in his hands.

You looked up at your boyfriend, a fucked out smile on your face. "You ruined my lingere."

Simon chuckled as he pulled out, breathing heavily. "I'll buy a new set for you, eh? Can't promise I won't ruin that one, too."

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

"Lass, have you seen my...oh my god." Johnny had come barging into your shared room, trying to find his phone when he caught sight of you. You were wearing a new set of pink lingerie that hugged you in all the right places. You turned from the mirror you were looking at, and gave Johnny a sultry smile.

"Phones right here, I was just filling up your camera roll." You handed him his phone, to which he threw to the bed beside him.

He grabbed your waist and lifted you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. "You look fucking divine, bonnie."

He threw you on the bed and nearly came in his pants as he got a better look of the set. "I need to fuck you in this, right now."

He tore off his shirt and leaned down to place soft kisses along your curves. You moaned at the contact, throwing your head back to the pillow behind you. Johnny could've stayed like this for hours, pressing kisses into your exposed flesh. You started to grow restless, so you wrapped your legs around his waist, flipping the two of you over, so now you were on top. You gave a sly smirk before placing your own kisses down his chiseled torso, stopping at his pants to rip them off in one stroke.

Putting your legs on either side of his waist, you slowly made your way up to his cock, grinding yourself on his member. He let out a small whimper as his hands dug into the flesh of your thighs. "Please, please fuck me, wanna watch you get off in that outfit."

You whined at his words but did as he asked. You pulled the soaked fabric aside, and slid yourself down onto his cock. The two of you cried out at the contact, and Soap's hands were now bruising your thighs from how hard he was gripping. "So fucking tight."

You started to circle your hips slowly, watching as Johnny struggled to keep his eyes open. His hands moved from your thighs to grasp at your covered tits, palming at the material roughly.

You moaned at the contact as you started to bounce up and down on his cock. Johnny began babbling, you felt so good around him that his eyes were begging to be closed, but he wanted to watch you fuck him in that set so badly.

You raked your nails down his chest and watched as red streaks began to litter his skin in its wake. You picked up your pace, now bouncing wildly on him, and started to feel your orgasm approaching. It never took you long to cum with Johnny, something you were beyond thankful for.

Leaning backward slightly, you laid your hands on his thighs behind you and continued your movements, as sweat started to form on your brow. Johnny nearly drooled at the sight before him, you looked so fucking good on top of him, taking him as well as you were.

"Fuck, lass I'm so close. Please don't stop." Johnny begged as he squeezed at your hips.

You gave a low moan as your movements started to grow sloppy and desperate. With one final motion of your hips, your orgasm coarsed through you, as your walls clenched down on Johnny, triggering his own release.

You collapsed down onto him, in a sweaty mess, as his hands came up to stroke your back softly. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, before he looked up at you with a smile.

"May I request a photo of my own?" He asked, before grabbing the phone next to your bed. "Just a little one, for whenever I'm on the road."

John Price-

"Love? You almost ready to go?" You heard your husband's voice call from outside your shared room.

"Yeah, in a minute. Can you come help me with my buttons?" You asked, a mischievous smile working its way to your face. You and Price were to go and see a movie together with some friends, but you had other plans.

He made his way into your room, stopping abruptly in the doorway when his eyes fell on your figure on the bed. "Bloody hell, what's that you got on there?"

"It's a present." You bit your lip and started to massage at the fabric covering your tits. You were wearing a new green lingere set you'd just recently bought at the mall, and it fit your figure perfectly. Price felt his cock hardening in his pants at the sight of you.

John moved to remove his belt, his eyes never leaving your form. "That so?"

"Does daddy like?" You asked, licking your lips in anticipation. John came over once he'd undressed himself, and dragged you to the end of the bed.

"You're about to find out." He promised, turning you over so your ass was facing him. He bent down for just a moment, to bite into the flesh of your ass cheek, before smoothing it over with his hand.

You cried out and lurched forward, causing your ass to stick higher up in the air. Price chuckled to himself and let his hands palm at the flesh of your ass.

He rubbed the tip of his cock at your sopping folds, before pushing himself into you. The grip he had on your hip was brusing, as he begun to slam his cock into you at a brutal base, not giving you a moment to adjust.

Your fingers gripped the sheets in front of you, desperately trying to ground yourself. You cried out a soft whine as Price landed a slap to your ass. "S-So good, daddy. So good."

"That's fucking right princess. You look so good in this, couldn't help myself." He cooed, moving his hands to your hair for a makeshift ponytail, tugging it back toward him with a firm grip.

You felt his thrusts start to grow languid, as he neared his high. You knew what would help him get off faster, so you started to push your hips back in time with his thrusts. Price groaned loudly as his grip on your hair tightened. "Fuck baby girl that's it, I'm so close."

After a few final lazy thrusts, you felt your lover's cock twitch inside of you, covering your walls with his hot cum. He pulled out slowly once he'd caught his breath and pressed a gentle kiss on your back.

"Since you were such a good girl for me, why don't you roll on your back and spread your legs. Let Daddy take care of you."

"But we have plans for the movies, babe." You teased, running your hand along your abdomen.

"Fuck the movies."

König-

"Hey, Ko, can you come here? I wanted to show you something." You called out, admiring your form in the mirror before you. You'd just bought a new lingiere set at the store and were excited to show your boyfriend. It was a blue sheer set, leaving little to the imagination.

König made his way to your room before nearly fainting at the sight of you. He stood dumbfounded for a moment as drool started to pool in his mouth. He was left speechless and hardly knew what to say.

He shook his head and started walking toward you, effectively backing you up against the wall behind you. "You look so fucking divine, Maus."

He put his hands on either side of your head and let his eyes rake down your figure. He felt his cock harden almost painfully in his trousers and moved forward to grind himself against you.

He lifted you up in one motion, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He pressed a bruising kiss to your mouth, swiping his tongue against yours. You moved your hands to the waist band of his pants, undoing his belt and pushing down his garments, leaving him bare to you.

You were quick to line his hard member up with your entrance, and sank down onto him, your walls hugging his length in a vice like grip.

He grunted out loudly into your mouth, as your kiss became more heated, a clash of tongue and teeth. He bucked his hips up into you, fucking you senseless.

You gasped out, grapping onto his shoulders for support as he fucked up into you. "Fuck, Kö. You feel so good."

König grunted in response, as let his eyes rake down your body once more, landing in between your bodies watching your pussy swallowing him whole.

You raked your nails along his back as he picked up his pace, your other hand flying in his sweaty hair to steady yourself. The sounds emitting from your lover are what drew you closer to your release. He was whimpering softly, soft german curse words escaping his lips. It never took much to make this man putty in your hands.

He continued to buck his hips up into you, as one of his hands made in way in between you two, and his calloused fingers started to circle your clit, rubbing at the soft bundle of nerves with vigor.

You cried out, throwing your head back onto the wall behind you, your legs tightening their hold around your lover's midsection. His pace didn't relent, and your orgasm rapidly took over you, as you clenched your soaked walls around his cock.

König groaned, still desperately chasing his high with his rapid thrusts, before his own orgasm tore through him. His cock pulsed inside you, painting your walls white with his seed.

The two of you pulled away breathless, and König looked at you, admiration in his eyes. "You look so damn good, Schatz. Can I have another?"

And who were you to say no? Not when he asked so nicely.

Alejandro-

"Fuck me, te ves jodidamente increíble." (you look fucking incredible) Alejandro breathed out, as his eyes landed on you, sitting at the edge of your bed in the new set of lingierie you had.

"You think, baby? Didn't know if you'd like it." You teased, flopping on your back and spreading your legs to reveal more of the set to your lover.

"Surely, you're joking. It makes you look delicious, hermosa." A smirk formed on his lips as he let his eyes rake over your body. "Let me show you, yeah?"

You nodded your head slowly as he climbed over you, capturing your lips in a firey kiss. He ran his tongue along your lower lip, then moved to bite at the flesh softly.

He laid down on top of you, gently putting his hand under your back to slide you up to the pillow. He pressed loving kisses along your jaw, trailing to your collarbone as he hovered over you. "Eres magnifica, hermosa."

You gave a content sigh at the affection and moved your hands to the hem of his shirt. "May I?"

He gave a soft chuckle and lifted himself off you, just long enough to remove all his garments. He returned his lips to your neck, sucking at the flesh there, leaving small bruises along your skin.

He moved his hand to your core, inserting his finger into you at a slow pace. You moaned, throwing your head back onto the pillow behind you. "Ready for me, my sweet girl?"

You nodded your head with a small smile, and he came to press a soft kiss on your lips. Nuzzling his face in your neck, he slowly pushed himself into you, groaning as your walls squeezed around him.

He started moving at a languid pace, savoring the feeling of your walls gripping his length. You moaned as he returned his mouth to your skin, now creating small love bites in the flesh of your shoulder blades.

Alejandro was a passionate lover, never too rough, but never too soft either. He always knew the perfect ways to make you come undone beneath him.

He captured your lips in his once more and sped up his thrusts, pounding into you feverishly. You felt the coil in your belly tighten as your orgasm rapidly approached, your fingers digging crescent marks into your lover's back.

Alejandro let out a small grunt, and his thrusts started to become sloppy as he neared his own release. The coil in your belly snapped, causing you to arch your back up into Alejandro, your tight walls convulsing against his cock. He let out a strangled moan as he was pushed to the edge. He slowly continued to push in and out of your core, allowing you to milk his cock for everything he had, before collapsing on the bed beside you.

"You are so good to me, mi amor. I love you." He declared softly, as he placed a delicate kiss to your sweaty brow.

Now, knowing how your boyfriend reacted to lingerie, you made it a point to wear it around him more often.

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A/N: I'm so sorry for this🥹😭

Update: I just realized I'm a turd and completely forgot to add Gaz, I will update this shortly🫣😅

[anna-proxx]

☆ evening in camp ☆

pairing: arthur morgan x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1882

a/n: my dear readers, this is my first attempt at a rdr2 oneshot here on tumblr, I started with something easy but will definitely add more action in the future. this right here broke my writer's block and for that i am grateful. hope this brings you some comfort whenever you need it.

It was a chilly evening, meek distant noise of nocturnal animals creating a peaceful ambience, along with the crackling fire nearby. The whole camp was already either asleep or holed up in their tents.

It has been a good day. Arthur and Javier successfully robbed a homestead, Micah was still locked up in jail and Bill brought a good catch from his hunting trip.

Javier sang and played the guitar by the campfire earlier and some people sang along. In general, this evening was one of those that made you feel warm inside.

The night sky was clear, stars peeking down at you as you wished your mare a good night, patting her neck and giving her a carrot before you'd leave her to sleep. That girl was dear to you and you showed her gratitude every day.

A small kiss on her nose and you finally turned around, admiring the full moon shining bright on the ink black sky. You walked across the quiet camp, careful not to make too much noise. You made your way straight towards the small light of an oil lamp in Arthur's tent.

He sat on his bed, slouched over his journal set on the table, writing with all focus. You smiled, feeling all the affection you felt for that man.

When you came close, he looked up from his journal, his gaze softening as he patted the place beside him. "C'm sit."

You sat right next to him, putting your hands in your lap as you gave Arthur a bright smile. He chuckled. "Ya done givin' that horse a g'night kiss?" he asked with a small grin on his face, returning his attention to the half-filled pages.

You slightly poked his arm with your elbow, a soft smile lingering on your lips. "She's like my family," you explained.

"I know. 'S cute."

You shuffled a bit closer, watching the pencil in Arthur's hand move swiftly. You enjoyed watching him write and draw, those idle moments always brought you comfort. And you had the honor to be allowed to watch. Arthur believed his drawings were nothing special but you knew better. His ability to draw details of an animal or scenery he saw just once from memory still blew your mind. You could barely recall such details, let alone draw them.

You quietly continued to watch, taking in every pretty letter he drew one after another. When he was done with the entry, he flipped the page and started sketching.

"What are you drawing?" you asked, watching the first lines of the sketch.

"A moose I saw t'day," Arthur answered, his voice calm and focused.

You continued to watch him and set your elbow on the table after a while, leaning your head against your hand. As always the drawing came out beautiful and you admired the authentic features of the animal that was looking up at you from the page. Arthur put the pencil aside and sighed, stretching his arms.

He then looked at you, a warm smile on his lips as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You leaned back from the table and snuggled into the half-embrace, resting your head on Arthur's shoulder. His body was warm and so were his fingers that drew small circles on your arm.

"Ya tired yet, darlin'?"

You smiled at the pet name and slightly shook your head. "Not really."

"Do y'want me to draw s'mthing for ya?" Arthur offered, watching your face intently as you thought.

"Me," you eventually said with a small grin. He drew you all the time and you loved every each one of those drawings.

"M'kay." He shortly caressed your arm before removing his from around you, shifting in his seat as he took the pencil again. He slightly nodded towards you. "Sit there, wanna hav' a good look at ya."

You slightly moved away to sit at the other edge, still facing Arthur who turned his body towards you, bending his leg on the bed to lean his journal against it. You shortly ran fingers through your hair, setting strands over your shoulders, and straightened your back, ready to be his model.

His face was relaxed as he started sketching, the soft sounds of the pencil gliding over the paper filling the air between you. Arthur kept looking up at you regularly, a gentle smile on his face as he met your soft affectionate gaze.

There was silence between you two but it was comfortable, happy. The light from the oil lamp lazily danced over the left side of his face, highlighting his features.

He was beautiful. As you remained motionless, you thought about how often he put himself down, being completely clueless about how he looked in your eyes.

"You're so pretty," you said quietly, nothing but affection and genuinity in your voice.

Arthur looked up at you surprised, then got visibly flustered as he blushed and looked back down at the sketch, scribbling on. He let out a small low chuckle. "I ain't pretty."

You slightly frowned, displeased with him rejecting the compliment like that. "So I am a liar?"

Arthur looked up, for a short moment he looked like a clueless child trying to find the right words. "I ain't meant it that way..."

You couldn't hold back a smile. "Just take the goddamn compliment, Mr Morgan, it's not so hard."

Arthur softly huffed as he returned his focus to the sketch, seemingly uncomfortable. A sad feeling grew in your chest. He really had no idea, did he?

"Am I a good model?" you asked after a while of silence. You knew very well he could draw you from memory but this was easier and you enjoyed being the center of his attention in any way. Frankly, Arthur enjoyed studying your features as you sat in front of him as well.

Arthur smiled. "M'favorite."

After a few more moments, he took a few glances at you and back at the journal with a satisfied expression, putting the pencil away.

Your face lit up as you shuffled over, curiously peeking at the page. You were met with your own soft gaze staring back at you, every detail of your face in its place. It melted your heart how carefully drawn each line was.

You kissed Arthur's cheek, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. "Beautiful as always. Thank you."

"Yer beautiful," he said in response, putting the journal flat open on the table.

You slightly blushed and moved to sit behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder as you kept your arms wrapped around him. You weren't great at accepting compliments either. "Thank you, Mr Morgan." You sighed softly, feeling Arthur's hands envelope yours. "My talented outlaw," you mumbled quietly but clearly enough for him to hear.

You heard a chuckle. "What?" you asked, unsure of what that was for. "Yer in an affectionate mood t'day," he stated, amusement in his voice.

"There a problem with that?" you asked but the smile on your face remained.

You slightly leaned back and moved your hands to his shoulders, instinctively massaging them as you thought. Arthur was out hunting, riding and shooting most of the time, so your massages were always appreciated.

You heard a quiet sigh of relief as his body started becoming more relaxed.

"Would u like to go hunt with me tomorrow?" you asked. You were tired of being stuck in the camp and honestly going on a little trip with Arthur wouldn't be bad at all.

"Sure."

You smiled and reached for his suspenders, then slid them off his shoulders. He understood and unbuttoned his shirt so that you could get a better access to his back and shoulders.

"Thank you, darlin'."

You hummed in response and continued, your gaze moving over his exposed skin covered with small scars. You wondered about the story behind each one of them, some seemed to be almost faded while there was one very fresh bruise, a red line of dried blood.

Arthur took out a cigarette and lit it, puffing as he relaxed under your touch. He probably would've offered you one as well if you smoked, but you didn't, only ever tasting tobacco when you kissed him. You never minded.

After a few more moments you put a kiss on the nape of his neck, then kissed the fresher wound as well. You were always so worried whenever he left to do a dangerous job, only praying he'd return in one piece, but you knew it was his life; and you were a part of it.

When you moved to sit next to him again, cheeky smile on your face as your eyes met, Arthur sighed, mumbling with cigarette between his lips. "Yer too good for'm, woman."

You stared into his blue eyes for a long moment, a quiet voiceless conversation happening between you two with eye contact alone. He cared for you as much as you cared for him.

Without a word you snuggled up closer, soon being enclosed by body warmth as he embraced you. You relaxed into the hug and closed your eyes, just listening to Arthur's inhales and exhales of the smoke.

You assumed Arthur must've been thinking as well, as there was yet another comfortable silence between you two and you were slowly but surely slipping into sleep.

Arthur stubbed out his cigarette and wrapped his arm around your waist, making you open your eyes just as he moved back to a half sitting half lying position on his bed, effortlessly taking you with him so that you lay between his legs, head resting on his chest. You quietly giggled at the sudden movement and made yourself comfortable afterwards, positioning your head exactly so that you have Arthur's heartbeat beneath your ear.

You were happy to have him all for yourself, safe, alive. The mess in Blackwater or the emergent stop in Colter could've been much more fatal for you two. Davey and Jenny were gone. John was attacked by wolves. And although you loved Horseshoe Overlook, the homely feeling and the beautiful view, you knew you'd have to move eventually. You needed money and you weren't getting it exactly the legal way, and you could only lie low so long.

And frankly, with Micah in the gang now, your worry rose even more. Dutch trusted him, for some goddamn reason, but he seemed to be reckless and dangerous, bending some of the morals this gang used to have. Not to mention him being a straight up jerk to everyone.

"Arthur?" you spoke, your voice slightly worried as you caressed his arm with your fingers.

"Hm?" His chest vibrated under your head.

"We can't let another Blackwater happen again."

Arthur understood what you meant. Him and Hosea tried convincing Dutch that the ferry job was a bad idea but it happened nonetheless, putting your gang in a situation worse than ever before. You worried about the influence Micah had on Dutch and the potential limits.

You knew that Arthur trusted Dutch, him and Hosea raised him, after all; but he wasn't stupid either. And the plans Dutch claimed to have planted seeds of doubt in almost everyone.

Arthur's response was a sigh and a kiss on top of your head, his arms hugging you just a bit tighter. There wasn't really much he could say to comfort you, he always tried to be honest and he couldn't know how the future would unfold, after all.

But you trusted him. That he would do the right thing.

With Arthur's heartbeat echoing under your ear and embraced by his warmth, you were slowly being lulled to sleep by his regular breaths.

Whether you'd stay outlaws forever or not, this really was all you had wished for.

[baldysgate]

A Day Hotter than the Hells

Halsin/ Fem!Tav NSFW || ACT III SPOILERS || NON-DECRIPT TAV || PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP || HALSIN POV ||

WARNINGS: Slight predator/prey, NSFW, Cunnilingus (fem recieving), Forest Sex, Unsafe sex, alcohol mentions, slight astarion/halsin/tav mention:

It’s a day as hot as the hells in Faerun. Half the camp is down to their underwear, poor Karlach is suffering the worst. Unsurprisingly , Astarion seems unphased. Shadowheart and Wyll are nowhere to be seen, likely resting in their tents from the sun. Gale is busy casting spells in an attempt to keep himself cooled. Though the heat is daunting, the threat of the netherbrain still looms over the camps mind, so it isn’t a surprise to Halsin when she calls out for him, Astarion and Karlach to head out. And so, off to the town he goes.

After a few hours of adventuring and not much headway Halsin sighs as he wipes the sweat beading at his brow. It felt like he was being cooked alive and he was one of the lucky ones, being as he was in his druidic armor that gave plenty of room to breathe. He could only imagine how her and Karlach could manage in this high sun. Making their way back on the harsh cobblestoned path through the lower city after a long day, she stops. Halsin trails his eyes towards where their leader's head was turned, a shop with a long flowing dress in the window, god rays casting across the sage colored garment. He smiles to himself. 

She is drawn to it and he can see it in her eyes- she wants it. It’s light fabric, perfect for a day as hot as this. Without a word she disappears into the shop and is out before he can think to look anywhere else, green fabric being stuffed into her pack. 

“That’s quite sheer, darling.” Astarion says, though there’s no bite to his words, just a purr in his voice. 

“And quite a good color on you.” Halsin adds, his voice rolling low and a smirk on his lips. It was his color, the camp had teased that it was. She knew it too, smiling at them both once the dress was safely packed away. 

Karlach chuckles at both his and Astarions teasing, “Come on, back to camp. It’s too godsdamned hot out here.” 

The walk feels like a desert, but he breathes a sigh of relief as the unnatural surroundings slowly give way to more and more nature, then finally, the familiar clearing where camp was set.Wordlessly they disperse, all dying to remove their heavy armor and into something much more revealing and comfortable. Halsin catches sight of Karlach stripping each piece of armor and heading for a pond and jumping straight in, the water around her bubbling as she sighs loudly. Astarion is quite composed and a lot less rushed, disappearing into his tent after grabbing his book from where it lay on a small table. Halsin passes her tent, there’s a clamoring of armor and he chuckles at the grunts she makes as she is undoubtedly shirking off her armor in a frenzy. He’s impatient to do the same. 

Unlike the others, he is not so worried of who sees. It is only natural to be bare surrounded by nature to him and so off comes the top of his armor without much of a fuss.  Gauntlets came next, which he plopped into the chest by his tent. Then shoes and the bark that tied around his calves. With a sigh he stretches his arm, reveling in the feeling of the barely there breeze that caresses his exposed torso. He said a small prayer to Silvanus, hoping tomorrow would bring kinder weather. 

He hears a ruffle of tent flaps and sees her and it feels the air has been knocked out of his lungs. Oak father, grant him strength! He often preferred her without the social binds of clothing but this, this he would be more than glad to gaze at for hours. The dress is long, but shapely. Every curve suits her perfectly and leaves nothing to imagination. The slits on the side leave her legs bare and teasing, rising almost to her waist before coming together and hiding the stomach he adored pressing soft kisses against. His eyes followed upward to the way her chest pressed against the crest of the dress, almost threatening to spill over. He could see how her budding nipples pressed against the thin cloth as the wind blew and Halsin had to stretch his neck to push down the near growl in his voice. 

She turned to him now with a smile pressed against her lips, striding over to him before planting her hands on her hips, “Glad to be back?” She asked. 

Halsin smiles down at her, now able to admire her closer, “Quite glad.” He breathes out, though his tone came out far lower than usual. Quick as ever she seemed to notice the change in his tone, dropping an arm and taking one step closer, “Do you.. Like it?” she gives him that sly smile, like she always did when she already knew the answer.

He chuckled, pressing his fingers against the seam of the dress, running his hand down the warmed skin of her upper thigh, “You could put all the goddesses to shame, my heart.”.

“Oh, really?” She said, low and sultry, nearing closer so that her chest pressed against his abdomen, instinctively his arm wrapped around her waist “ Be careful, you may anger one or two with a compliment like that.”

“Then it would be a most glorious last sight. Though I would weep to think I may never lay my eyes on your beauty again, my love.” He drew her in, pressing a hungry kiss against her soft lips. 

The heat be damned, the way her arms wrapped around his shoulders had a much different heat in his gut as the kiss grew hungrier. Silvanus help him, he was enamored with every part of her, a mere touch felt as if it could bring him to his knees. He wanted nothing more than to pick her up and head for the forest to find a way to quell this feeling for just a moment, though maybe once would not be enough to keep him sated. Her little jump as his hand graced her backside had him chuckling into the kiss, her hand tugging at his shoulder length hair forces a groan from his lips. It's all too soon when she withdraws from him, cutting the moment short for his liking.. but if Halsin knew anything, it was patience. 

“I see you certainly approve of the new outfit.” She said coyly, withdrawing herself from him fully and smoothing the creases of the dress in question. 

“An understatement, surely. I did not think clothing could compare to the bare form that nature has blessed you with…but it looks like I may have to make an exception.” he smiled, but there was heat in his gaze even still, "Perhaps later I could show you just how wrong I was."

She gives him a look not unlike a fox as she leans up closer to his ear, "I would love nothing more."  it takes everything in him to stop from throwing her over his shoulder right then and there.

"Then I look forward to it." He hums low. 

"My my, and here I thought I may miss the druids reaction." The familiar lilt of Astarions voice draws both their attention to him, "not that I mind, of course. I am more than happy to watch." He smiles so wide his fangs show. 

"You are more than welcome to watch or even join in if you'd like." She says it before he can and there's a part of him that hopes the vampire would agree. But Astarion scoffs with his head held high, "And watch your animalistic fucking in the woods? No thank you, darling." He pauses as if turning the idea over in his head, "Besides, you know I hate dirt."

"Oh come now, surely you would not let a bit of soil ruin your own pleasure, Astarion?" Halsin chuckles with humor in his voice. 

"I guess there's no accounting for taste with you, is there, Halsin?" Astarion sighs out, "You two have your fun, far be it from me to judge.. but I will anyway." He laughs.

"Spoiled sport. I guess you'll miss out on all the fun." She gives Halsin a squeeze on his bicep, a small promise for later before she sets off after Karlach who is still stretched out on the rocks in the pond.  

The late afternoon seems to drag on forever and so does the heat. Halsin tries to busy himself, conversing with Wyll who had taken to sitting near a river with his feet in the water just a ways away from camp. Even in their discussions it was hard to pull himself from that memory of her. 

The sun began to set and Gale had been adamant to start the fire with his magic, flourishing with a show- as he did with most things. Halsin sat with his back against a fallen log, picking through camp supplies ready to be tossed amongst the fire. He was impatient for his time with her but could not deny the rumbling of his stomach. Now that the heat no longer punished them he could not help but feel famished. She came to rest besides him, having made her rounds of the camp for tonight. Undoubtedly she knew he would keep her more than preoccupied for the remainder of it. 

Their leader took the camping supplies and threw them on the ironcast pan as soon as the fire was ready. He watched her wordlessly, the way she still wanted to take care of her companions when she had already done so much. It made his heart sing. And yet he knew she was exhausted, only fueled by the terror of their cranial stowaway. He ran a large hand between her shoulder blades as if to sooth the thought from both their minds, a barely there motion of circles had her leaning back against him as they waited for dinner to cook. 

Gale had been regaling his time in Netheril for anyone who would listen. Wyll, Shadowheart, Karlach and Astarion had popped open a bottle of wine and emptied its contents into their chalices. Lae'zel plucked a piece of food far too early from the pan with a dagger and bit into it. But that was typical for her, Halsin had grown to expect. As a bear he'd often do the same but as an elf he would not turn up his nose to some well cooked spices. For a former archdruid this is not where he had expected to end up but now it was hard to imagine being anywhere else. He had grown to enjoy each of their companionship.

His lover traced soft lines into his hand, the druid feeling a shiver run down his spine. He had had many lovers in his time but few made him feel as heard and truly himself as her. How could one not be drawn to such inner beauty? Halsin was pulled from his thoughts when a bowl was pushed towards him, his lover smiling, clearly recognizing he had let his mind wander. He thanked her, taking the plate and taking a bite from the steak. He was quick, first to finish and even grabbing seconds. It's why he always made sure to collect more than an ample supply.

At last full, the others opened another bottle of wine joining in as chatter grew louder accompanied by laughter, the drink finally starting to settle into their tired bones. He suspected with the heat and the wine, it would take very little to addle their minds. Halsin could not savor in the moment, far too preoccupied now that neither heat nor hunger kept his mind elsewhere. Sensing this she looked up to him, nodding her head towards a darkened path that led from camp, "Give me a few moments, then come find me.. if you can. I want to see if the famed Druid Halsin is as great a hunter as they say." she was up so quickly he hadn't even had the time to reply.

Halsin's body felt alight as if every nerve was set on fire,  the promise of this little hunt had been a most delightful surprise. His mind was buzzing with anticipation. Perhaps he gave her more time than he should and as he stood the others seemed to cheer him on. It was no secret where he was going and for what, nor did either of them ever try to hide it. He would've even chuckled at their cheering if he hadn't been so enraptured by the chase. 

As he broke through the treeline the druid broke into a sprint, his senses heightened by the thrill. Wildshape was something he could do without, at least for now. Her scent still wafted in the air, standing out from the smell of soil and decaying leaves. Sweet, like honey. He stood still long enough to hear the snapping of branches to turn and run in where the noises were loudest. It hadn't been long when he caught the first flitter of that familiar dress, the moonlight that peaked through dense treetops made it too easy. He gave chase, hearing the pace quicken as she must've heard him too. Adrenaline pumping he could feel his eyes glowing with a familiar golden hue, threatening to force him into his ursine shape. No, he wanted to hold back , wanted to capture her as he was now. A clearing opened up, not unlike their first night together- seeing her run down to the lone tree that stood just at the edge of the water. He picked up the pace, quickly catching up so close he could almost touch her. 

She stops, only to drop against the forest floor, her back against the lush grass. He halted, just fast enough that he didn't topple over her, but it did not stop him from nearly pouncing on her. He drew her hands upward in his, both his legs trapping her own. "It is unlike prey to merely surrender when in chase." He breathes heavily, watching her own chest heave from the exertion. Again he sees how her nipples press against the fabric, beckoning him to rip away the article of clothing. He resists the impulsive thought.

"Maybe I wanted to be caught." She smiles, her skin kissed by the soft blue glow of moonlight. She is breathtaking to him. 

He descends, letting go of her hands so that he may touch everywhere he can as his lips press against hers. Halsin moves his leg to nudge between her thighs, which she happily parts for. It's euphoric, his tongue dipping into her mouth to taste every bit of her as she moans against him. He gives his own groan deep in his chest as she threads her fingers through his hair much like she did earlier and tugs lightly. His hands drift downwards, continuing to kiss her with everything he has, his thumbs finding the slits of the dress before his hand finds its way to that familiar patch of curls. Her body tenses only for a moment, her breath heavy as he realizes she hadn't even been wearing anything underneath. 

"My heart…" He rumbles low, like faraway thunder, "nature pales in comparison to you." 

"My love," She pleads back,  "let me feel you. I have been waiting for far too long."

"Then you shall have me." He pressed another passionate kiss to her lips before peppering chaste kisses to her cheeks and then the warmed skin of her neck. She moans and his hand travels further still, his thumb tracing over her labia to feel her need coat his thumb. It makes him groan, feeling how ready she is for him. Halsin's kisses travel even farther still, taking his time to turn his attention on her covered nipple, then the other, all while his hand continues to circle her clit. The sounds he pulls from her are high and sweet like music, sounds he could not get enough of. She's begging as he continues soft circles, not enough to send her over the edge just yet, but enough to make her legs shake. 

"Halsin, please." She says so softly he can barely hear it through her heavy breaths.

His lips have found their way lower, fingers now leaving her clit to push the offending fabric away. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, a soft whine when his fingers leave but let's out a cry when his mouth is there instead. The flat of his tongue swipes upwards before he truly sets in on his work, his tongue delving into her entrance makes her dig nails into his hair as he pulls her leg over his shoulder for better purchase, trapping her thigh with his arm. She is crying out his name with each swipe of his tongue and he can tell she is not far now. He hums and the feeling reverberates through her, pressing her upper back into the ground in attempts to arch her back in his strong grasp. With one arm hooked around the underside of her bent knee and the other pressing against her stomach it is hard for her to escape his hold. She tastes divine, the druid pulling sounds from her with each lick and suck. He could stay here forever, devoting his mouth to her pleasure until the sun rose again. But admittedly even he was growing impatient to finally feel all of her again. 

The hand at her stomach ventured downwards  trapping her other leg in the bend of his arm and aiding his tongue as he rubbed circles against her clit. Her sounds grew shrill, no longer words, just a desperate cry for release. And who was he to deny her? Now with vigor his mouth and fingers doubled their efforts , her hips canting to meet his mouth before she came with a shout, heel digging into his back and arching her own before falling back into the grass. Her chest rose and fell with quick breaths ,too blissed out to see how Halsin kept his eyes on her face through it all. He gave another testing swipe of his tongue and her hips stuttered, her voice begging for a short reprieve. 

Halsin withdrew reluctantly, finding his way so that their eyes met again as he was careful not to put his large weight on her. He drew some of her hair away from her face, stuck to her brow from the heat as she gave him a lazy smile. Silvanus, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever been lucky enough to set eyes on. Chest rising and falling with eyes lit by the stars. He leaned down to kiss her, still hungry for her, but just as softly as she deserved. 

“Okay, “ she said between the kisses, “Let me up.” her breath finally started to calm. 

Quirking his brow he cocks his head slightly, “You’re.. Done?” there is a measure of reluctance in his voice, almost ready to ask if he had done something wrong when she smiles a sly smile. So he sits up, allowing her to stand up, and he follows. She’s already darting to the lone tree, a large willow with its dropping leaves that hung over with a heavy canopy swaying softly in the night air. She presses her back against the bark and beckons him closer with a crooked finger and it takes him only seconds to be upon her, resting his hand above her head as he stands over her. “Hardly, as if I could ever be done with you.” She whispers and he knows it’s the truth. The dam breaks and Halsin kisses her as if he hadn’t in centuries holding her against the trunk of the great willow, doing his best not to press his body too roughly against her smaller one. Her hands grab for the tassels that hold his pants together and he cannot help but moan into her mouth as she cups his hard length through the leather. Godsdamned constricting clothing! 

With a grunt he pulls back, face twisting in conflict for the brief moment he had to part from her before yanking the pants from his hips, nearly tearing it in his need and stepping out. It is mere seconds but it feels far too long as he returns to her, pulling the long front of the dress to the side and letting out a low growl into her mouth as he feels her cunt rub against the length of him. Halsin stretches his neck, eyes an amber glow once again as he bares his teeth. “You intoxicate me.” He rumbles as he pulls her thigh to wrap around his waist with little effort. 

“And you, I.” Her breathing is light and airy as he feels her tease against him, still feeling her warmth and wetness rub against the underside of his cock. He feels almost lightheaded and then the chord of his patience snaps. He lines himself up and pulls her into him as gently as he can in this state. “H-halsin!” She whines with a desperate warble that makes his back arch, pushing deeper into her. 

“My heart,” he sighs, feeling how she stretches around him as his arms brace her hips, “You are nature’s greatest gift.. as if sent to me, meant to take me..” He groans as he finally seats himself all the way inside her and he can feel the way her breath shakes at every sensation. 

“Then take me.” She whines, pulling him in to kiss, “You are driving me mad, don’t hold back.”. 

It is enough to have his hips pull back and rut hungrily back into her, forcing a silenced yelp from her as Halsin no longer holds back, pressing his nose against her neck as his hips fight with hers. Through the haze he registers she’s still wearing the dress and he curses to himself, wishing he had removed it earlier before the threat of ripping it to shreds didn’t become more and more prevalent in his mind. He pulls the straps at her arms down, not enough to tear. She loves the dress and his heart could not bear to ruin what little pleasure she was allowed. She deserved at the very least that much. She pulls her arms from the straps to hook them around his broad shoulders, and he can hear her panting in his ear. It’s enough to make his eyes roll back in his head, hands moving from her waist to the hem of her dress to pull the offending fabric down, exposing her bare breasts to him. Halsin's hands pluck and rub against her budding nipples, the whine leaving her lips like a song.  Despite the night it is still hot, he feels the sweat roll down his brow, the wind that rushes past his body is cold from the perspiration at his back. It’s a welcomed feeling after the day and it renews him with strength. His hips are rough and punishing, he can feel she’s close and each thrust into her tightness has him wanting more. The sounds, her scent that only grows stronger with the heat and their joining, driving him to near madness. The druid braces his free hand behind her back, hoping to alleviate the roughness of the bark against her  from the tree. 

“Hells.” She managed out, pressing her head against the trunk “I’m close, my love.” she warns. 

“As am I.” he breathes against her throat, “Let me feel all of you, my heart. Do not hold a single one of those beautiful sounds back from me.” At that his hips are even harsher, and he feels her body begin to shake, her leg at his hip squeezed against him as she let out a cry of pleasure, growing impossibly tight around his length. Absolute bliss glimmers in her eyes, and he gives one, two, then one last thrust and follows her into that wonderful afterglow. They both stand there, her body nearly limp against him, his weight pressing back is the only thing that keeps them held against the tree, neither of them moving as he runs a hand soothingly against her hair, only listening to one another's haggard breaths as they slowly come back to the world around them. 

“I don’t think I could ever tire of this.” She says and he can feel how the culmination of their joining begins to spill from her on to him. 

He smiles, his heart feels full to see her so relaxed in his arms, “The night is far from over, my love.”. She smiles, pulling him in to kiss him once more. Halsin can feel his need for her growing again even as he pulls himself away, missing the feeling of her already. She nearly falls over him as he moves, the druid reaching his arms out to catch her. She laughs, a sweet, soft tone like honey and he can’t help but to do the same. Regaining her balance she stands on shaky legs, grabbing him by the arms and pulling him down with her into the lush grass. She laughs as he is careful not to fall on top of her, laying with her eyes to the night sky. Halsin does the same. 

It’s a comfortable silence before she points to the sky, making shapes from the stars. They spend time just relaxing and he finds her arm intertwined with his as he points out what looks like a bear. 

“I am not surprised you would find a bear, my love.” She teases. 

“Look,” he points, adamant on the ursine shape in the sky, “You cannot look at that and tell me it isn’t a bear.” 

She laughs again, rolling on top of him with her hands placed on the planes of his chest, “If you spot a githyanki, let me know.” 

His hands immediately moved to her hips, “I am suddenly far more preoccupied with more important things.” he hums as he soothingly moves his hands up and down , tracing her hips to her thighs. 

“Oh, you are?” she says with a roll of her hips. 

He groans, gripping her hips now. Oak father, preserve him. It was hard to think of little else with her near. Halsin pushes his calloused hands beneath the slits of her dress and began raising the dress upwards. She aids him, pulling the remainder of the dress up and over her body, tossing it into the grass, leaving nothing to his imagination. A soft hum leaves his lips, now able to run his hands where he pleased on her soft and supple body. “Though I enjoyed the dress, this is far more to my liking. Bare, as nature intended.” She leans down, kissing him again. A feeling he would not soon grow tired of. Kissing back the heat returned, feeling her hips move against his. Halsin lets out a deep sigh, arching his back so that his cock presses against her welcoming entrance. She rolls her hips back, leaning her face up towards the sky as his name spills from her lips. He returns in kind, repeating hers in a soft tone into the night air. It was enough for the anticipation to be too much, as she lined herself up with him and slowly dropped down. He winced, she was somehow tighter and hotter, a sensation of hot wax runs down his spine. Halsin raised his hips, meeting her own in a slow rhythm. 

She was marvelous, sitting above him and worshiping his body. Nature had truly outdone itself with her, the soft moonlight illuminating her . He reached up with one hand, cupping her breast, then the other with his other hand, watching as her body responded to his gentle caresses. He pulled at one of her nipples and she arched her back into the touch, dropping her hips down against his. “To be blessed with such a sight, it is more than I deserve.” Halsin sighs, drawing her eyes down to him, “Without you I would still be archdruid, still chasing after the shadowcurse to right wrongs from over a century ago. From the moment I met you I knew we were intertwined, my heart.” Her hips keep moving, but slow only slightly, “Halsin, without you I would’ve gone crazy long ago. You, my one sage council, who I can always look for when I need help. Like a tree rooted in deep soil, I can always look to you. That is more than I could have ever asked for.” 

“You have my heart, my love.” She says finally.

“And you have my love, my heart.” He returns. 

She leans down, kissing his lips in a neediness he often doesn’t see in her. He returns in kind, feeling her tongue slip into his mouth and he can’t help but push against her as she starts to pick up the pace of her hips, wanting this moment to feel like eternity. She pushes his shoulders, forcing him back into soft grass and he can't help the chuckle that leaves him. But her dominance makes him groan, raising his hips harder as her thrusts come down to meet his. She bounces now, and he is transfixed with how her body moves, his hands at her calves, drawing soft circles with his thumbs. 

“F-fuck” she whimpers arching backwards, her hands on his knees and rising up just to fall back on his cock. 

If he could ask for anything it would be to live within this moment forever, to feel this pleasure, to know her body in this way from here until the Old Father took him from this world. The memory of her rising and falling against him would be etched into his brain for years to come. Her name left his lips once again, feeling the rising of his pleasure like the waves that crashed amongst banks of sand. As her hips canted he braced against her own, desperate for the inevitable end. Sensing this she sped up, her nails digging into his chest which only further heightened the pleasure that coursed through Halsin’s body. With a low and rumbled groan he came, his head hitting the soft ground as he spilled his pleasure into her. She followed soon after, a keening groan leaving her beautiful lips, pressing her body fully against his with a sigh escaping her lips. She kissed the half crescents she had left in the muscles of his chest, forcing another sigh to leave the druids lips. She lay atop of him, spent and utterly bear both physically and emotionally and he did his best to aid her, a strong hand running up and down her spine. 

They lay there in silence, only listening to their heartbeat and labored breath. “We must return soon, my love.” Halsin whispered against her hair, though he did not want to leave their little oasis he knew dawn would come and once again the threat of the Netherbrain would be at the forefront of their minds.. 

“Let’s sleep amongst nature tonight. We can return to saving the world in the morning.” she sighed, moving so that she lay in the crook of his arm, spent and satisfied. 

“In the morning, then.” he said against her, his arm bringing her in so she rested close. Halsin could not argue, to be amongst her and nature is all he ever needed.

The morning rays stir him awake first. How long they had stayed up enjoying one another, he was not sure. But what a night it had been, fully embracing their desires. He stood up, stretching and smelling the earthy wilderness around him, if only it had not been eclipsed by the rising towers of the town just a ways away. The water glistened in the early rays, fog still resting against its surface. Enticing enough to take a dip and from the way he felt, and surely she did as well, it was probably for the best. “My heart.” he roused her slowly, smiling in the way she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, “Let us enjoy the waters before returning.” 

“Yes” she sighed with sleep still heavy in her voice, “that sounds delightful.” 

They spent far too long enjoying the cleansing waters, both redressing reluctantly and returning to camp. Wine bottles littered a ring around the campfire, the camp still asleep as they walked through. It seems their companions had found their own fun in their absence. It was quite the night to be had by all.

[bon2bonn]

Don't Hold Your Breath

22!f1!grid X female!driver!reader

Words count : 9##?, 1k, Maybe 🤷🏻‍♀️.

Warnings: not proof read , grammar.

Back to 🏁The Grid 🏎️

Fireworks went off as she crossed the finish line in first place, about 24 seconds ahead of the second place that was taken by max and over 35 seconds ahead of Lewis in third.

The radio cracked as the message went through congratulating her on the win " that was P1 , P1 Y/N , well done " she hummed in reply while flexing her wrists as she drove her cooling lap before pitting in the assigned P1 spot and moved calmly to climb out her car , stretching her back before heading straight to get weight then to the stand where she discarded off her helmet and gloves then took a towel to dry her face and hands after she washed them with cool water , moving to sit on the said stand in waiting for the other two drivers who got out of their respective cars and went to their awaiting teams behind the barricades .

She kicked her legs back and forth in boredom , leaning her weigh back on her hands as she watched her team cheering for her teammate as he reached them then took another drink of water , waiting for the day to be over with .

Max stood before her with a bewildered face and nudged her to make space to sit beside her " you ...... What had gotten into you?! " She only shrugged and offered him a bottle which he took and drank it all while he was still looking at her " who pissed you off ? " she gave him a pointed look then shrugged again " you could take some guesses , might all be correct " he nod cautiously before he was called to get interviewed,. before the podium, switching with Lewis who congratulate her with the same bewildered look " you scare the shit out of me out there! " She nod at him with a shrug then removed the towel from her head to undo the braids of her hair and covered it again , huffing when it was her turn to go .

She took the mic and waited for the questions, and they didn't disappoint " what a spectacular race Y/N ! P15 to P1! How does it feel? " She waited for the crowd to calm after a long minute then replied calmly " not much honestly " he cleared his throat and asked again " and what a comeback we witnessed today! A redemption as some might say . How's the car with the new upgrades and the ...." She cuts him off with a deadpanned stare " what redemption ? . They kept on questioning and I gave them an answer . By a holly grace it might actually shut them up this time , but a girl could only hope " she rolled her eyes before fixing them on still standing Merc team behind the host and pointed out " And by the way , I didn't get any upgrades this round " he asked with raised eyebrows " pardon ? " She tilted her head and repeated " there weren't any upgrades on my car throughout the last two races, there was meant to be on this round but for some reason there weren't approved yet " he stuttered then concluded with " well it seems like you didn't need them today after all ......ah . Anything else to add ? " She shrugged with a relaxed smirk " those RB and Aston Martin contracts looks pretty good right now " making heads turn her way as the host struggled to hold his voice steady but he concluded " Well , congratulations on the win and we wish you all the best " she nod then handed the mic back .

The other two were already seated in the cool down room , waiting for her arrival as they were looking at the highlights, sharing a look of deadpan between them with the double overtake she made up to P5 where she almost slammed the wall while being pressured by checo , then at the jump her car took when Lando pumped her left back tire on the second turn , it was something to watch to the end and when she sat down on the vacant chair they turned to stare at her as she took another bottle of water along with a towel to dry her hair then used it to cover her face as she leaned back and got comfortable as if nothing happened .

She stood on the podium with her hands clapped behind her back as her national anthem played , followed by the German anthem, then shook a couple of hands as they handed out the trophies , she congratulate the other two , turned to look up at balcony above them and held her trophy with a wide grin for the flashing cameras , and picked up her given champagne bottle and head out , nodding at other teams who congratulate her and beelined to the Mercedes garage with a purpose . She paused by the Red Bull garage for a moment and held her champagne bottle when Horner took notice of her standing there , in turn he tipped his hat in acknowledgement, both turned and went on with their day .

Her head was held high when she slammed the trophy on top of the table, right infront of Toto who locked his jaw when she flashed her award winning smile sweetly at him as she nod to the trophy " you can keep it , but don't hold your breath , it won't be the last " then headed to her side where her engineer sat back and reviewed some data , and held the bottle with a beaming smile watching him look between her and the bottle before he took it with a tired sigh then scolded " you! , you give me gray hair " she snorted and pointed out " what hair are you talking about!? You're as bold as an egg ! " He rolled his eyes and accused " I lost it trying to not lose my marbles on a daily basis with you as my driver! " She awed and nudged this shoulder with hers " you know you love me " it was his turn to scoff " yeah yeah , and the pay is another bounce " she gasped dramatically " you're only in it for the money?! " He deadpanned at her after popping the bottle and took a long sip " no , I'm in it for your sparkling personality " both glared at eachother before bursting out laughing .

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Kinktober 2024 day 18: Size Kink with Roadhog

gn reader, NSFW 18+

Also contains slightly mean mako, creampie

“Slow down” Mako remarks roughly, watching as you paw pathetically at the large bulge in his trousers. He grunts as you huff and remove your hands, sitting back on your haunches on the slightly stained old mattress that lays in his hideout.

“But-“

He lets out another grunt, louder this time that tell you to close your mouth. “You know it ain’t gonna fit just yet.”

You huff but relent as he frees his cock, taking your breath away. It’s large, just like the rest of him. It’s thick too, with a prominent vein that runs along the underside that you wish you could run your tongue along to feel him buck up against your mouth.

But he lets you wrap your smaller hand around him, smooth cool skin giving him an electric sensation as you start to slowly pump up and down. The contrast of the size of your hand to the cock that you can barely wrap your whole fingers around was not lost on the both of you, and it makes your lover throb in your grasp.

But it isn’t enough, so he grabs you by the waist and lifts you as if you weigh nothing so he can manoeuvre you. It’s then when he starts to prep you, using a healthy amount of lube and his meaty fingers to stretch out your hole.

You already feel full with two of his fat fingers pushing rhythmically inside you, but your eyes were proving bigger than your hole as you keep begging him for his cock. Saying how you need him to fuck you, to fill you up completely, to ruin you.

And your lover is only a man. So he relents, letting you climb on his lap before positioning himself underneath your lubed entrance. But it’s only when you start to lower yourself that you realise your mistake.

But Mako only chuckles softly, holding the meat of your hips and pushing you down slowly. He enjoys the way you gasp, the way your thighs shake and your whimpers escape.

“Too much…” you manage to get out, which he only chuckles more at.

“You were the one begging f’it.”

At his mean comment, you can’t help but whimper more pathetically, his cock still punching its way in. Your eyes roll back a little as you struggle, but he persists, holding your now limp body and pulling you down and down.

Soon enough, he bottoms out inside of you and you swear you’ve never felt so full in all your life. All you can feel is him, every slight twitch of your body serving to knock his cock against your inner walls. Breath coming out in short and sharp gasps, you try your hardest to adjust to his sheer size.

“Too much f’you still?” He remarks, his condescension turning you on in a twisted swirl of pleasure and humiliation.

Determined, you shake your head before bracing your hands on his thighs. Gripping the soft flesh, you shakily raise yourself up before moving down again at a slow pace, the stretch still almost too much.

You continue like that for a minute, until at one point you lose your grip on his thighs and accidentally drop, impaling yourself which elicits a cry from you and a deep guttural groan from Mako.

“Fuck sweetheart.”

He starts to move you now, chasing that intense feeling as he acts like you’re a toy. Up and down, he bounces you on his cock for his pleasure, the experience borderline too much for you to handle as his cock repeatedly fills you up over and over again.

Moans escape you in quick succession, hands scrambling to his stomach and chest just to have something to ground you, to keep you from falling into the recesses of your mind in a pleasure fuelled haze.

“So good, takin’ me so well.” He praises lowly, fingertips surely leaving bruises as he keeps moving you.

Eventually he adds his hips into the mix, thrusting up in time with slamming you down, causing a scream to rip its way from your throat. He uses you completely, and while you orgasm around him, he doesn’t completely notice, so entranced by how small your frame is, wondering just how his cock was able to fuck into your tiny hole.

When he finally cums inside, he buries himself to the hilt and keeps you still, needing to plug you up as his release coats your insides. As you whimper how full you feel, he moans deeply and comes to the slightly concerning realisation that he could get used to having you on his dick like this.