#even though we are experiencing a heat wave

[chocosvt]

trying to take proofreading away from me is like trying to remove dirt from the earth

[saphronethaleph]

Fascist, Thus Inefficient

“As you can see, my young apprentice, your friends have failed,” the Emperor said, triumph in his tone. ���Now, witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational battle station!”

Luke looked at him in shock.

“Fire at will, Commander!” the Emperor said.

Fourteen months previously…

“Shipment IL-214-73 arriving,” a petty officer reported.

“Thank goodness,” muttered one of the technicians. “After the delays we’ve been having, we need to get those Khyber crystals into the third main focusing array. It’s been on the critical path for a week.”

He brought up the display, frowning. “All right, I think we can make up a bit of time if we just get them straight to cutting and installation.”

“Don’t we need to run them through the testing process first?” a more junior technician asked. “That’s on the list.”

“I know it’s on the list,” the senior tech replied. “But the list was written when they didn’t expect there’d be rebel attacks hitting our supply lines.”

He waved at the screen. “The testing process means heating each individual crystal up to eighteen hundred, even though we know Khyber can all handle temperatures of up to forty-seven-fifty. The cutting process doesn’t rely on heat tolerance either. Any crystalline flaws will come out in cutting, and we can just junk them. It means cutting takes a bit longer, but by going straight to cutting we can save at several hours on the overall process. And you know how much time we’ve lost already.”

The junior tech looked worried, then shook his head.

“All right,” he replied. “I guess so.”

“You need to learn how things are done in practice,” the senior tech said. “No big deal.”

Eleven months previously...

“I’m quite sure Rothana Heavy Engineering’s XJ-15 hypermatter feed systems will meet your needs better than the alternatives,” the Rothana representative said, as Admiral Jerjerrod examined the datasheet.

He wasn’t so sure. The newer units had better specifications, certainly, but they weren’t proven, and they were also somewhat more expensive.

“I don’t think that’s necessarily the case,” he said, out loud. “While I appreciate Rothana’s position, the Sienar alternative has similar flow rates and more proven applications.”

The Rothana representative nodded, sagely.

“I understand entirely,” he said. “However, I must point out that Rothana has some important additional information to present.”

He held out a credit chip, which Jerjerrod took and inspected.

“Owing to the XJ-15’s protracted development, we are willing to provide our test units at cost,” the representative went on. “That is in addition to having a higher production rate than our competitors and a less committed production output.”

Jerjerrod hesitated, then pocketed the credit chip.

“That all seems in order,” he said. “The XJ-15 it is.”

“Marvellous,” the representative declared.

Nine months previously...

“I’ve examined the records that exist from the first Death Star,” a senior technician said. “The amount of strain that was placed on the flash suppression systems was minimal to nonexistent. Even with the full firing that destroyed Alderaan, surviving records indicate that the flash suppressors had no more than a five percent load placed on them – an amount that can be handled by untreated durasteel.”

The other men and women in the meeting looked at the data on the screen behind their colleague.

“You’re suggesting we forego the duratemp treatment on the flash protection systems?” one of the women asked, cautiously. “I can see the advantages, but the downsides seem significant. I’d even say potentially destructive.”

“It is my position that the cost of including the duratemp treatment is unacceptable,” the tech replied. “It takes time and effort, including supervisory attention which cuts into the available man-hours on the project. We only have so much experienced manpower.”

That drew winces, though none of the humans in the room drew attention to the fact that they were spending a lot of that time in interminable meetings.

“In the following presentation, I’ll discuss my proposal and how it could shave as much as one week off the final completion timetable,” the senior tech continued, flicking to the next screen of his presentation. “This model shows how the flash suppression systems are built around the main weapon…”

Six months previously…

“There simply isn’t an option,” the head of personnel replied. “Our existing system is not providing enough technicians and operators.”

“This was quite sufficient for the first Death Star,” Jerjerrod protested.

“The first Death Star was a project that took decades,” the manager replied, shrugging. “It didn’t come up at first, sir – for that I apologize – but if we are going to redress the problem, we need to act now. There is no alternative.”

Jerjerrod rubbed his temples, thinking about the problem.

The fully functional Death Star was going to need hundreds of thousands of qualified technicians and operators, familiar with the systems of the vast battle station, and so many of the men who knew much about the Death Star at the moment were busy building it.

There hadn’t been many left after the destruction of the first battle station, because most of them had been working on it at the time.

“All right,” he said. “So your proposal is…?”

“We keep the same number of trainers for now, but abbreviate the course,” the manager answered. “Two months – at most. Then we have the new graduates train the next batch for two months, and so on. Exponential growth. At twenty students per instructor and a hundred instructors to start with, we’ll end up with eight hundred thousand in six months.”

That was extremely tempting… they wouldn’t be anything like the equal of what they should be, but they could learn on the job.

“All right,” Jerjerrod said. “Approved – see to it.”

One month previously…

“Next item on the checklist?” Commander Jaskier asked.

“Step one hundred and seven,” Technician Mils replied. “Self test.”

She pressed the self-test button, and the computer system clicked and flickered as it ran through the diagnostics.

Data results and readouts went up on the screen, and Jaskier and all the others in the control station watched the results.

None of them had any comment to make about the numbers. The checklist said to run the self test, so that was what they were doing.

“Step one hundred and eight,” Mils went on. “Sign off on results.”

She did that, as well, and Jaskier nodded.

“Good,” he said. “And I believe we’ve finished that half an hour ahead of schedule! Good work, everyone.”

Now.

The firing commands flashed out through the Death Star’s systems, triggering a cascade of further commands, and the whole massive battle station’s main superlaser woke for the first time.

Fifty XJ-15 hypermatter flow regulators controlled the flow of energy from the power core into the power collectors, and the energy being channelled into the system surged rapidly – rising to one hundred and eighteen percent of nominal, above what would have been anticipated, and greater than the one hundred and two percent that the older, more proven Sienar systems would have generated.

Thousands of high powered beams were generated, controlled and focused through an enormous array of Khyber crystals… a small but measurable fraction of which were cheap industrially grown diamonds instead, added to the shipments by subcontractors eager to stretch out their production from the strip-mined planet of Ilum without running so late on their deliveries that financial penalties were imposed.

None of the technicians who were in a position to spot the problem at this stage were actually capable of doing so. Their necessarily abbreviated training had mostly been on what buttons to push, and nobody had the deeper knowledge of the systems to recognize that the system was in an anomalous state.

Then some of the diamonds shattered under the load, allowing the beams free to damage adjacent systems, and in moments the whole of the energy drawn from the hypermatter core was unleashed.

The flash suppression systems were wholly, and fatally, inadequate.

“Watch yourself, Wedge!” Lando called, his head on a swivel, and banked the Falcon around so his ventral turret gunner could clear off one of the TIEs attacking Red Leader. “We’ve got to-”

Then there was a sudden blinding flash, and Lando did a double-take.

The Death Star’s protective shield was instantly, and dramatically, visible – because the entire inside of it was full of plasma and flame, lighting it up as clearly as Ackbar’s briefing had done back before the operation was launched in the first place. Then something blew up on the surface of the forest moon as the plasma followed the funnel of the shield, and the explosive force was no longer contained but began to drift out into space.

“...the kriff?” Lando asked, eventually. “What just happened?”

“Ow,” Darth Vader said, indistinctly, reaching up to feel his helmet, which had been crushed in by an impact with the ceiling.

The Emperor’s throne room seemed to mostly be intact, though there was an Emperor-shaped hole in the window nearest his throne, and Luke had his hands out to either side as he stood on the wall.

“Father, are you all right?” the younger Skywalker asked.

“What happened?” Vader replied. “I remember the Emperor ordering that the Death Star should fire…”

“I don’t know, it exploded just after he said that,” Luke answered. “It turns out that overconfidence was his weakness… do you have any idea where the nearest spaceship is? Keeping the atmosphere in is tiring me out a bit.”

[linos-luna]

Not so innocent ❣️

Felix x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut! Degradation, groping, slapping, dom/sub dynamic, rough sex, slight sadism?

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Felix has always been an incredibly sweet boyfriend: loving, affectionate, and always ready for a cuddle. You often find yourself wondering how you got so lucky. But in terms of intimacy, that’s it. While there’s plenty of cuddles and kisses, there hasn’t been much in the way of deeper intimacy. Despite dating for months, things just haven’t progressed further. He’s never pushed you for more, and neither have you…

After seeing a movie with your friends, something stuck in your mind. It was a silly film, but there was this awkward sex scene that got everyone laughing. Your friends started joking about how your boyfriend, was probably a secret freak in bed like the guy in the movie. It was funny at the time, and you just waved it off.

Later, after grabbing a quick bite, you came home to Felix, who greeted you warmly as you walked through the door.

“Hi, baby,” Felix said, his voice soft and affectionate.

“Hi!” you replied, slipping off your shoes.

“Did you have fun with your friends?”

“Mmhm!” You nodded, moving to sit beside him on the couch. “We just hung out and watched some dumb movie,” you added as he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah? Sounds fun.”

“There was a weird sex scene, and one of my friends joked that you were probably a little freak like that guy,” you chuckled, throwing it out casually.

“Oh. Heh.” Felix paused, then gave a nervous chuckle, which immediately piqued your curiosity.

“Felix?”

“What?” he said, avoiding eye contact.

“You hesitated there,” you replied, raising an eyebrow. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Well, um…”

“Are you suggesting…?”

Felix blushed, clearly uncomfortable but not saying much.

“What, you like that sexual stuff?” you teased, leaning closer to him.

“Well—“

“Jeez, baby, why didn’t you mention it before? What kind of sexy fantasies do you have?” you asked, genuinely curious now.

“Oh, baby, it’s nothing. Nothing you’d like,” he muttered, clearly embarrassed.

“So you are a little deviant,” you chuckled awkwardly. “How do you know I wouldn’t like it if you never brought it up?”

“Well I just don’t know if you’re ready for what I like.” He smirked. “Might be a little much for a princess.”

You could tell he was teasing now, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to play along. Still, maybe it would be worth it.

“I’m sure I can handle whatever you throw at me,” you said, your face flushing as you tried to sound confident.

“Are you sure?” His voice dropped lower, sending a shiver through you as he leaned in closer. “Because I have many rules... and I don’t like it when they’re broken.”

There was a sudden shift in his demeanor, and the intensity in his eyes made your heart race. You could feel the heat rising in you, a sensation that was already making you wet and undeniably... aroused.

You were caught off guard. Who knew your sweet, innocent boyfriend had this... side to him? It was unexpected, yet strangely intriguing. Even though you'd never experienced anything like this before, a part of you was curious… maybe even eager to try.

“I think I can do it,” you replied, your voice filled with a hint of fake confidence, trying to mask the nervous excitement building inside you.

Felix’s grin grew, a devious spark in his eyes. “Is that so?” he whispered, his tone sending a thrill down your spine.

“Mmhm,” you nodded, feeling your heartbeat quicken.

“Alright then. Let’s establish the rules,” Felix said casually, his fingers gently stroking your hair. “First is the safe word.”

You paused, caught off guard by how serious he sounded. You’d never thought about having a safe word before. After a moment of thinking, you replied, “Hm… how about... flower?”

“Perfect,” he said with a soft smile. “Just say it whenever things get too much, okay?”

You nodded, a mix of excitement and nerves running through you as you wondered what else he had in store.

Felix took your hand and led you to the bedroom, guiding you to sit on the bed while he stood back, his eyes lingering on you with intent.

His voice was calm but firm as he began laying out the rules, his demeanor a far cry from the sweet boyfriend you were used to. “You’re my submissive. My little princess. You will address me by my name or ‘sir.’ Maybe ‘master’ if I’m feeling… extra.” He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ll listen to me and speak only when I say so. Got it?”

You nodded quickly, but he cleared his throat, making you jump. “Speak.”

“Y-yes, Felix,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” he said, clearly pleased. “Next, absolutely no touching yourself unless I give you permission. Your body is mine now. Got it?”

“Yes, Felix…” you responded, feeling your pulse quicken.

He continued, his tone even but filled with authority. “Good behavior will be rewarded. But bad behavior? That’ll earn you a punishment. And trust me, I don’t like bratty behavior.”

“Punishment?” you asked, a mix of curiosity and uncertainty in your voice.

“Mmhm,” he hummed darkly. “I have plenty of… toys… to punish you with.”

You chuckled nervously, thinking he had to be joking. “You’re lying. No way.”

But that smirk on his face told you he wasn’t. The devious glint in his eyes left you feeling nervous, yet undeniably more aroused.

“Disobey me, and you’ll suffer the consequences, Princess,” he said, his voice dropping lower, making you blush deeply.

Was it already starting? Was he already domming you?? Your thoughts were broken by one simple word.

“Strip.” He said simply, leaving to dumbfounded. This made him raise a brow. “Hey. I told you to do something.”

“O-oh sorry!” You said quickly when coming to. Slowly you removed your shirt then pants. He watched with a smirk, loving the sight of your body.

You were feeling a bit self conscious, you weren’t exactly the smallest girl around.

“You look beautiful, princess.” He said in a softer voice, reminding you that this was just an act.

You slowly removed your bra, stopping at your panties when he gestured to stop.

“Good girl.” He said as he got close to you. Felix moved you back on the bed, starting to get on top of you and gently kissing your lips.

A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt his hand between your legs. He rubbed circles on your clothed cunt, stimulating you ever so slightly; little jolts of pleasure making you twitch a bit.

Your boyfriend’s kisses got more aggressive as he bit your lip and inserted his tongue. His thumb pressed into your clothed cunt while his other hand squeezed your waist tight as he kissed down your neck. This had you whimpering.

From your waist, Felix moved his hand to under your bottom squeezing and pulling you into his hard cock that was prominent through his pants. Just the feeling had your cunt throbbing, making you hot and needy. You whined slightly, making him smirk.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He teased.

It was hard to speak as he continued pressing himself into your soaked underwear. “I asked you a question, doll~” he said in that deep voice, roughly grabbing your chin.

“M-mmhm— y-yes sir…” you whimpered in response.

Felix practically buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting at your neck. But it wasn’t nips. They were bites, the bites to leave marks. You nearly screamed, not sure if it was from pain or pleasure… or both.

“F-Felix—!” You gasped.

This only made him chuckle darkly as he moved down to bite around your collarbone. He squeezed your throat slightly as he marked you around your collarbone. Your heart was racing and you gripped his hand, digging your nails into his hand. Felix growled a bit and used his other hand to swiftly smack your thigh; it stung more than expected and made you cry out and let go of his hand

Felix stopped his biting and looked at you sharply, hand still lightly squeezing your neck. his eyes peered into yours, eyes full of lust.

“Causing me problems already?” He asked.

“I-I—” you barely managed to get out.

Suddenly a slap to your cheek had your attention. Instinctively, you tried grabbing your cheek before Felix slapped your hand away. “No!” He said sharply before slapping you again. “You answer me when I talk to you! Got it?!”

“Y-yes! Yes Felix!” You nodded quickly before he lifted himself off and suddenly flipped you on your stomach.

“Don’t move!”

Of course you didn’t. His sudden violent turn took you by surprise. What just happened?? You were still dumbfounded. You lay there face down like a ragdoll while hearing a belt unbuckling and some shuffling.

Felix was quick to discard his clothes to the side and propped your butt up. He smiled darkly while ever so slightly dragging his finger nails along your thighs. This made you shiver.

“Look how cute.” He chuckled while pulling the strap of your panties and letting it snap back.

A small whimper slipped out which seemed to satisfy Felix greatly.

After removing your underwear started stroking your cunt, slowly going through the folds, making your head spin. He would tease your hole with his fingers, relishing in your whimpers.

“You’re gonna hold still for me, right princess?” He asked in that deep voice, the voice that could make you cum on the spot.

“Y-yes sir…” you whimpered before he pulled your hair back and pinned an arm behind your back. A gasp was heard and you felt his hard cock touching your cunt. You barely had time to process before he suddenly pushed in. Your squeal was muffled by the bed sheets that your face was buried in.

Felix groaned as he started moving, but that gentleness didn’t last long as when he got comfortable in your warm cunt he went faster and harder.

It was as he was fucking all his anger into you. He wasn’t even grunting, more like growling as he railed you into the bed.

“A-agh! Felix—!” You were yelling and gasping into the sheets as he mercilessly pounded you, hitting that bundle of nerves that made you dizzy with lust.

“Such a good girl you’re being~” he grunted, only slowing down as he pulled your hair to raise your head. “Why hide those beautiful sounds, princess?” He growled as he yanked your hair again. “I wanna hear it. Oh please princess~” he teased, still thrusting slow but harsh and deep, making your eyes roll back. “I want the neighbors to hear~!” He smirked before speeding up again.

You were on edge, stimulated to the max, know that you’d come at any moment and he knew this.

“F-fuck—! Fuck!! Felix! Agh!” Your moans almost came out as screams as he pounded you into the bed. The poor bed frame that was smacking the wall over and over. You swear it was squeaking and that it was just gonna break.

“I can feel how close you are…” he groaned. “Are you gonna cum? Is my little princess gonna cum~?” he teased with fake sympathy. “D-do it! Make a mess! Say my name, whore!”

And there it was, the breaking point. The merciless railing and his deep voice saying those degrading words had you over the edge.

“A-agh! F-f-Felix—!” You moaned out loud as you came with intense pressure.

Almost as soon as it happened, he pulled out and flipped you on your back, before moving his throbbing cock around your sensitive area then coming on your stomach. You could tell it was intense for him too. He loomed over you, panting and with forehead sweating. He looked down at you with a smile as he gently massaged your breasts.

On the other hand, you were on cloud nine. The euphoric feeling taking over your mind like a drug. You could barely focus your vision on him and you mumbled out something incoherent.

“Shhh…. You don’t have to speak, Princess.” Felix was rubbing your cheeks, back to his soft demeanor. “You did so good for me. I can’t wait to show you more~”

[suratan-zir]

send help, it's still going up

seriously though, parts of Europe, Ukraine included, are experiencing an extreme heat wave, today isn't even the worst, it's going to get hotter

and since russia destroyed our energy infrastructure, we can't use AC, sometimes can't even cool water in the freezer

for example, this is what my schedule of blackouts for today looks like:

02-04, 06-08, 10-12, 14-17, 18-20, 21-24 - these are hours WITHOUT power, so from 14 to 24 I have whooping 2 non consecutive hours of electricity to enjoy

millions of us live like this and it's probably going to be worse in winter

[jpitha]

Do What it Takes

Everyone goes on and on about the humans, how strong they are, how dangerous their world is, their risk management (or lack thereof) and even their ability to process the rather worrying things they call “food.”

One thing I haven’t seen though is people discussing their… aspect that I find fascinating. They even have a word for it - grit. It’s this ability to take on unimaginable stress, and maintain that strength of resolve. That realization that the only thing they can do is endure. They even have a saying. “When you find yourself going through Hell, keep going.” Hell here is a substution for any kind of hard times they’re currently experiencing. It’s an idiom, don’t worry about the specific meaning of the word. The saying implies that if you’re “going through hell” then you need to keep going, because otherwise you won’t ever get out of the hard situation you find yourself in.

When it was first explained to me, a lot of what I saw about the humans snapped to place, like magnets on a table.

Once, back during the war I saw a single human shoulder a crew operated slug thrower and - by themselves - hold off an entire Zenni boarding party long enough for the rest of the ship to mount a defense. Not only did they shoulder and fire the weapon themselves, but they survived!

Others weren’t so lucky. I’ve heard tales of humans walking into active reactors to stop an overload, blinding themselves from ultraviolet radiation to repair a hull, and sustain withering gee forces to crush attackers. When asked why they’d do that, most of them replied that they just “did what they needed to” or that “they do what it takes.”

I’m not here to say that we can’t do that either. Having grit or strength of character isn’t solely a human development. But maybe as a result of the world they evolved on they tend to have grit in greater supply than other sapient species. They “do what it takes” because they’ve always had to do what it takes to survive.

A human friend has recently offered to take me to Earth, their homeworld to “see the sights.” His only warning about his own planet was that we should probably avoid some months. I asked why.

He waved his hand dismissively as if it was just a minor trifle, an inconvenience. “Oh, it’s hurricane season in the fall. I don’t know if you want to experience one of them.”

“What’s a hurricane?” I asked, cautiously.

“It’s a large storm that spins up over the ocean as the planets way to help remove some heat from the water. They can get pretty wild sometimes.”

When a human tells you that something can get “pretty wild” one’s fur tends to poof out.

I said I’d think about it, and went back to my cabin to research these Hurricanes. About an hour later I was shaking in my seat, glued to my pad watching video after video of houses just… disappearing in the wind and water.

The next day, I confronted him about the hurricanes. Once again, he was dismissive. “You get plenty of warning, and time to evacuate, they’re not that big of a deal.”

I bristled, and my ears twitched. “Not that big of a deal? But your homes get destroyed!”

He nodded. “True, that does happen. But, it’s not a surprise and we come prepared. You do what it takes if you want to live there.”

I think I’ll take him up on his offer.

[fen-luciel]

Baby fever 2

Here part 1

Another standalone story.

(C/n)= child name

Warning: breastfeeding

You, Qimir and a hungry baby.

I was worried. It was a feeling I hated experiencing, especially in my current physical condition, but I couldn't help it. I stood at the entrance of the cave with my arms crossed under my chest, using a crate as a chair, and wearing one of Qimir's ponchos to shield myself from the biting cold.

The evening hours were terrible because of the wind, and even worse when it poured like this. The sea was so rough that the largest waves nearly touched our ship near the rocks, yet in front of me, on the small stretch of beach that remained, Qimir seemed indifferent to everything.

He had long since removed his rain-soaked shirt, the wind tousling his hair that had escaped from the small ponytail he could manage. A continuous cloud rose from his lightsaber, where the water evaporated on contact with the heat. He continued to train tirelessly, he was probably sweating, although it was impossible to tell with the rain. The sky was dark with clouds, and the early evening hours came quickly during winter. I could barely see his silhouette illuminated in red by his lightsaber. I wanted to call out to him, but there was so much wind, and between that and the crashing waves, it was impossible to make myself heard. I hated seeing him like this, but as much as he denied it, he was angry.

I thought about getting up and trying to signal him when some gurgling interrupted my train of thought.

Turning, I noticed (c/n) waving their little fists in the air from his cradle, the blanket rising as he kicked erratically. I quickly stood up to reach him, not noticing that Qimir had stopped to watch me go back inside. Fortunately, the cave had been equipped with numerous heat lanterns to make the place more comfortable, at least around the cradle.

"My sweet baby, I'm here... mama's here" I cooed and gently picked him up, resting him on my chest. I wrapped the blanket around us to cover him as best as I could and then began to gently rock back and forth.

Everything about parenthood was still new to me. I struggled to understand what they wanted unless it was an obvious situation, but the diaper seemed dry, and his cry was fairly calm, so I was sure he was fine. The last thing we needed was for him to catch a cold, or worse, while we were in such a precarious situation.

I sat on the bed to take off the poncho and, as I laid him back on my chest, realization hit me when I saw him sucking on my shirt. "Of course" I whispered to myself in an irritated tone. Obviously, he was hungry, and I was just too stupid to realize it.

"You should stop being so hard on yourself, we're both stressed out" Qimir's sudden voice made me jump. (c/n) in my arms loudly protested at my movement, and I held back another curse at myself as I tried to distract him with soft, wet kisses on his cheeks.

Thankfully, at least this I knew he loved, and soon enough, they started gurgling happily. I heard Qimir chuckle as he approached us.

He stripped off his soaked clothes and left them near the heat sources, grabbed a towel, and began drying himself quickly. I stole a quick glance at his naked backside, but I held back from commenting, feeling uncomfortable with the idea of doing so in front of our child, even though it was obvious he wouldn't remember.

He slipped on a pair of soft night pants and, with the towel still on his head, took (c/n) into his arms, cooing at him, while I began to remove my shirt and bra.

"My sweet baby is hungry, aren't he?" he cooed, holding them up securely under his arms. "I bet you just want some of mama's breast, I understand, I'm obsessed with it too—"

"Qimir!" I interrupted him with a slight blush on my cheeks. "Stop saying those things." I moved to the head of the bed to lean my back against the wall, where the cushions gave me some relief. Qimir gently handed (c/n) back to me, and I nestled him in my arms close to my chest.

It was adorable to see him open his mouth like a little fish searching for the nipple. It always made me chuckle, and if he wasn't so hungry, I could have watched him for hours.

I moved the nipple, already leaking milk, close to his mouth. He sniffed the air quickly before latching onto the flesh like lightning. The sensation of breastfeeding was something I still had to get used to—the feeling of fullness in the breast that was being emptied and the wet grip of a newborn's mouth on sensitive skin was... peculiar. Certainly something quite different from the grip Qimir gave me anyway.

"Look at him, he takes after his father" he joked, watching us before leaning down on the bed. He gently pushed me forward as he slid between me and the cushions, his muscular arms tight beneath mine, lifting part of the burden of the weight from my arms.

"I don't think so, he doesn't bite" I whispered, feeling almost compelled not to raise my voice too much and break that moment of intimacy.

"As if you don't like it" he whispered in my ear with a husky tone, then moved to kiss the skin behind my ear languidly. The shivers made me tremble slightly as I half-closed my eyes.

"That's right, relax" the kisses moved to my neck.

"You're the one who should relax" the implication of that statement hanging over us.

"I'm fine. We'll be fine. We'll lay low here for a while, and when (c/n) is well-fed and safe for hyperspace travel, we'll go to a secure home." Another kiss on my neck.

"You just need to worry about our baby, I'll take care of the rest." He leaned in more to kiss me on the lips, his eyes half-closed before we separated. I sighed, more relaxed, as I lowered my gaze once more.

(C/n) was eating peacefully, eyes closed, a trickle of milk falling from the side of his mouth, and his little hand opening and closing against my chest. Qimir extended a hand over him, letting him grasp his pinky in a tight grip. We both couldn't help but smile.

At least for the moment, safe from the storm outside, I could pretend that we were all right.

[veltana]

Buy my heart - 3

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~1,2k

✦ Rating for this part: Mature

✦ Warnings/tags: Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Reader, slow burn, eventual smut, pet names (little darling/darling), mentions of gambling addiction.

✦ Series summary: In a desperate attempt to rescue your family from debt, you decide to auction yourself off. The alpha who purchases you turns out to be quite different from what you imagined, leading to a marriage that exists only on paper. However, when an omega moves in with an alpha who hasn't experienced a rut in years and is determined to keep things strictly professional despite his instincts, complications arise.

✦ In this part: The clothes arrive and you have dinner with Bucky.

✦ Note: Reblogs, comments and asks are much appreciated!

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The contract is long. Bucky claims it's thin. Sitting at the small table at a window in your room, you do your best to go through it. The formal language makes it hard to decipher but so far you've been able to figure out a few things.

Bucky only needs a wife on paper. As far as you can tell, the contract doesn't require you to share a life or even a bedroom with him. There's also no mention of having kids, which is a relief. You're not going to live like a wife and husband, or an omega and an alpha. But still, there is an exclusivity clause.

A small part of you was hoping that now that you're with an alpha you wouldn't have to spend your heats by yourself. It's torture to go through it with just a toy, making it an endless spiral of pain where there should be pleasure. The few times you've had company during heats it's been great, but that was many years ago and he was a beta.

Also, how is Bucky going through his ruts alone? Does the clause only apply to you?

You're interrupted by a knock on the door and when you call for the person to come in, Natasha steps inside. “The clothes arrived, is it okay if they hang them in the closet?” Standing up, you nod dumbly, not really understanding what she means but then she gestures behind her and a slew of people swarm into your room.

In no time things are hanging everywhere in your walk-in closet. More clothes than you've ever had throughout your whole life. When the people are done they leave, but Natasha stays behind.

“As I said before, I didn't know what style you prefer, and not everything will fit. Just put that aside and we'll send it back.”

You find yourself empty of words, and tears burn the back of your eyes as you stare at the opulence of fabric.

“Hey, are you okay?” Natasha sounds concerned. “Here, sit down.” She guides you back down into the chair and takes the one opposite to you. A few straw tears roll down your cheeks but you quickly wipe them away.

“It's just a lot,” you confess with a wobbly smile. “The clothes?” “Yeah, and this,” you tap the papers on the table. “And this!” You wave your arm around the room. “This is the size of our living room at home that I shared with four other people.” Natasha nods. “Feels big?” “And quiet! I can't remember the last time it was quiet at home,” you sniffle.

Natasha smiles at you. “You'll be okay. And just so you know, you can ask anything but I can't guarantee it won't get back to Bucky. He's my friend and my boss.” “Why doesn't he marry you?” you ask. She laughs at that. “Oh, he asked! But he's like a brother to me.” “But he's not your brother by blood?” “No, we grew up close though. Our families cooperated a lot.” “Then wouldn't it make perfect sense for you to get married?” you ask confused. “It would. But I don't want to, and neither does he. He asked out of desperation, not because of some hidden feelings.”

You nod and start chewing your lip. “Anything else?” Shaking your head you just say, “Thank you for all the clothes.” “Don't mention it, I got to shop up someone else's money, it was fun,” she winks and stands up.

She seems to hesitate for a second but then decides to say. “I know Bucky is brusque sometimes, but he'll be the best alpha you've ever known, just give him some time.”

After Natasha leaves you read the rest of the contract and then decide to take a look in the closet. Previously you've only worn hand-me-downs and cheap stuff from the thrift store. Your sense of style is nonexistent and you're not sure what to do with all the options before you. Most of it is neutral but there are pops of bright colors scattered throughout.

Carefully you grab a skirt and hold it in front of you. It's soft and flowy. Too nice for you. From another place, you grab a shirt. It looks weird together with the skirt. Instead, you pick out a plain T-shirt. It reminds you of something you've seen other women wear at the coffee shop where you worked.

“I think that would look nice on you.” With a yelp you drop the clothes and turn to the door, finding Bucky leaning against the frame. “Sorry, darling, didn't mean to scare you.” “Don't worry,” you answer and quickly pick the clothes from the floor. “Dinner is in an hour and I wondered if you wanted to join me or have it up here.” “I'll join you, if you want.” “Yes, I do.” He looks around and nods in approval before his gaze shifts back to you. “Wear something nice.”

Choosing something nice proves difficult since everything is much nicer than anything you’ve ever owned. In the end, you settle on a simple, one-colored dress.

The bathroom is stocked with makeup still in its packaging and various hair styling tools and you do your best to look presentable. Once ready, you head to the dining room Bucky showed you earlier.

After taking a wrong turn and having to double back you finally find the room where Bucky is waiting. “Sorry, this place is a maze,” you apologize before sitting down across from him. “You'll learn in time,” he says, holding up his glass. In turn, you grab yours and he lightly touches it, the sound filling the room for a second.

The liquid is bubbly and slightly amber-colored, you think it's champagne. Carefully you take a sip and your whole mouth is bombarded with tastes you've never experienced before. You understand why rich people drink this.

“That's amazing,” you tell him. “Never had champagne before?” It's such a stupid question you can't help your response. “Yeah, that's why my family had to put me up for auction, to afford champagne,” your voice is filled with acid. A moment too late you realize who you're talking to.

Across from you, Bucky is not impressed, his eyes dark and his face impassive. “Sorry,” you say, avoiding his gaze and sinking into the chair, pulling your shoulders up to make yourself small. “It's lovely. Thank you.”

He puts his glass down. “Tell me about your family.” You'd rather talk about anything else but you don't feel like you're in a position to deny him a request like that at the moment.

“I lived with my parents and two younger brothers just outside the harbor district. Dad works there. I have two older sisters but I don't see them much.” “You still lived at home?” With a sigh you take another sip, hoping the alcohol will grant you strength to go through the memories.

“Dad works long days and mom works sometimes. We used to have it better, live more uptown, but…” you take a deep breath. “Turns out mom has a gambling problem and she had racked up quite a bit of debt with some bad people. My salary went towards helping to pay it off and I couldn't afford my own apartment. But I'd do anything for my family.”

Right then the food arrives. It's soup in a very small bowl. If this is what rich people eat for dinner, no wonder they're all so stiff and unbearable. They must be hungry all the time!

To avoid having to talk more about it, you concentrate on the food. It's delicious. One of the best things you've ever eaten. It's a shame the bowl is so small because you could have easily eaten double. Too quickly it's gone and for the first time you look up, noticing Bucky is only halfway done.

This dinner is turning out to be a real embarrassment for you. For the third time since you entered the room, you apologize for your behavior, and you feel it won't be the last. “I'm not used to eating slowly,” you explain. Bet Bucky is starting to regret buying you right about now. Maybe you can ask Natasha for some pointers on how to blend in more quickly. The servers soon come back to collect the dishes and you're left alone in silence.

“I have a question about the contract,” you say after a moment, hoping it will save you from discussing the previous topic more. “I said you're welcome to talk to my lawyer about any questions.” “I think I'd rather ask you about this one.”

A curious expression crosses his face. “Go on.” Gathering all your courage, you ask about the exclusivity clause, though you still feel embarrassed to bring it up. “If I understood correctly, there is no requirement to sleep together, in any kind of way.” “Correct,” he nods. “We're also not required to share a life, except for appearance's sake.” “Yes,” “What about when my heat comes, or your rut?”

“I haven't had a rut in years,” Bucky says matter-of-factly, then shrugs. “As for your heat, I'll make myself scarce and you're free to nest in your room as you like.”

The next course arrives before you can ask more questions. It's a very small sandwich with something gooey on top. The server pours wine for you into another of your glasses. You've heard about pairing wine with food but never done it in your life.

As they leave you ignore the food and ask him, “Are you on suppressants?” “No,” he answers shortly, clearly not fond of the topic. You can take a hint and you drop it, turning to the small sandwich. It's just as delicious as the soup but the conversation doesn't pick up after that.

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[thatfandomslut]

It's Only You

Karen Shetty x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Trigger Warnings: reader experiencing feelings such as jealousy and insecurity & a fluffy ending

Request:

Can you do a Karen Shetty fluff with fem fem reader🥹🥹 with like reader getting jealous because so many girls like Karen which results in Karen showing her sweet, caring and protective side to reader 🤧🤧

Mean Girls requests are open.

Karen Shetty was the kindest girl in the junior class at North Shore High. Not to mention, she was funny and insanely caring. Additionally, she had a brilliant smile, long, wavy dark brown hair, and chocolate-colored eyes that shined brightly when she talked about the things she loved. (Y/n) (L/n) was absolutely in love with Karen. The only problem was, that so was the entire junior class. Of course, this seemed to be the price (Y/n) paid for dating one of the Plastics. Everyone was absolutely in love with all of them, and no matter their relationship status, they would be flirted with.

That was the problem.

(Y/n) felt her eye twitch as she stood beside Karen as Bethany Hughes batted her eyelashes at Karen. Bethany was blatantly ignoring the death glare that (Y/n) was throwing her. The regretful feeling of jealousy was settling in the pit of her stomach as she stared at the brunette. To say that (Y/n) was feeling angry at the situation would be an understatement. However, it was when Bethany's hand landed gently on Karen's arm that (Y/n) finally made a move to get rid of the girl.

"Right," (Y/n) interrupted, causing Bethany to narrow her eyes because now all of Karen's attention was on her girlfriend. (Y/n) plucked the hand of her girlfriend with a sickly sweet smile. "It was nice to see you, Bethany, really, but we have to get going. You understand, don't you? After all, it's not like you would want to hold us up on our way to class, would you?"

Karen noticed how tense (Y/n) was, and she wrapped an arm around her girlfriend's waist. A smile appeared on her lips when she felt her relax a bit against her arm. Karen was always protective over (Y/n). She understood that many people liked her due to her status as a Plastic, but she wanted to make sure that (Y/n) never felt less than. "Bye," Karen waved before looking at Bethany deep in thought. "Sorry, I forgot your name already," Karen admitted before shrugging and leading (Y/n), who now wore a giant smirk, to her class.

Unfortunately, (Y/n) didn't share this class with Karen, though their classes happened to be next door. (Y/n) was already in a sour mood over Bethany's little game when she heard the girls in front of her attempting to whisper. "You don't think Karen and (Y/n) are still together, do you? I was thinking about inviting Karen to go to Shane Omen's party with me." The two glanced back, not so subtly at (Y/n).

(Y/n) was doing her best not to look over at the girls as her cheeks heated up as annoyance bubbled in her chest. "I think they are, but I don't understand why. Karen is kind of out of (Y/n)'s league." This caused her ears to perk up as she stared at the blank paper on her desk. "I just feel like Karen could do so much better than (Y/n). She's not even as pretty as you, so maybe you should ask out Karen. Maybe, you can show her what she's missing out on with (Y/n)." The friend suggested with a shrug. (Y/n) had to swallow the lump in her throat as her eyes glossed over.

Maybe if this wasn't the second attempt to take Karen away from her on the same day or the tenth attempt in the last three days, (Y/n) wouldn't feel this way. (Y/n) took a breath before she realized she couldn't keep herself from crying. So, in an attempt to not cry in front of the class, she stuffed her things in her backpack and rushed out of the room before anyone could see the tear rolling down her cheek. She knew that people would find out if she was crying if she was in the restroom, so instead, she her way to her car.

(Y/n) couldn't help but feel insecure. No matter how beautiful Karen told her she was, it was suddenly trumped by the comment that one person felt she wasn't pretty enough for Karen. (Y/n) didn't realize how much time had passed until her phone buzzed. Karen was wondering where she was. Instead of responding, (Y/n) tossed her phone onto the passenger seat and curled up in the driver's seat. She felt guilty about her action, but right now; she couldn't face Karen. She just needed a moment to herself and to think about the comments of the girls in her class.

However, Karen was staring at her phone in confusion, wondering where (Y/n) could be. Meeting Regina and Gretchen for lunch, the two questioned (Y/n)'s absence. "I have no idea," Karen admitted, her brows knitted together in thought. "She wasn't in her class. I waited for her, but she never came out. When I looked in, though; the classroom was empty." Karen explained as the three headed into the cafeteria.

"Have you checked the restrooms or her car?" Regina raised her brows before glancing at Karen. This caused Karen to grin as she shook her head, excusing herself from the group to search for (Y/n).

(Y/n)'s car happened to be the last place Karen checked, but she was pleased to say she found her girlfriend. However, her smile dropped when she knocked on the window only to see tears streaming down (Y/n)'s cheeks. (Y/n) let Karen into the passenger's side and was met with the girl wrapping her into a tight hug over the center console. (Y/n) cried into her shoulder as Karen held her close, rubbing her back gently. "What happened?" Karen questioned softly.

(Y/n) pulled away, leaning her head on the window. "Everyone loves you, and I don't blame them. I mean, I love you, too. I am in love with you. But I guess I didn't realize I wasn't good enough for you until today. Everyone flirts with you, but I never felt like their flirts meant anything. Still, today, I heard these girls in class talking about you. One of the girls likes you and her friend let her know that you were better than me and that she was prettier than me. I guess I never felt this insecure until they said that." (Y/n) rambled, and realized she probably didn't even make sense.

Karen blinked for a moment as she took in her girlfriend's words. "Sometimes, I think I'm too dumb for you. I understand what you're feeling. I just want you to know that you're good enough, you're more than good enough. I love you, too, and whatever they said isn't right." Karen took (Y/n)'s hand gently as she smiled over at her.

"You're very smart," (Y/n) reminded her. Sure, Karen wasn't great at school and sometimes processed things a bit longer, but she was smart. At least, (Y/n) thought so. "I'm sorry for being so insecure. I guess I needed a reminder of how you felt, so thank you for finding me."

Karen gave her a giant smile, pressing a kiss to (Y/n)'s lips. "Don't worry, I only have eyes for you. It's only you." Karen said softly before kissing away (Y/n)'s tears. (Y/n) smiled at Karen's words, leaning into her touch, grateful for the chance to be with her. In this moment, (Y/n) forgot why she was so insecure. Karen was obviously not into those other girls, and this was something that (Y/n) was now brilliantly aware of.

[nahoney22]

❛  i would like to know what i can do to help.  ❜ with tech and a gn!reader please from the comfort fluff prompts? ☺️ I suffer from bad migraines quite often and I feel like this prompt is so tech coded? Established relationship or not up to you. Cheers! Congrats on 4k 😊

4000 Follower Prompt Celebration

Tech X GN!Reader

word count: 1.1k

prompt:

• “I would like to know what I can do to help.”

When Tech notices you in pain one day, he feels obliged to help you in anyway he can in order to ease your migraines.

warnings: Fluff, little bit of flirting, mutual pining, gender neutral reader has migraines, lots of comfort.

authors note: This was a sweet prompt! Thank you and enjoy ☀️

As you and Tech were carefully maneuvering a heavy crate, a sudden wave of agony seized your head, forcing you to drop your side of the crate, the tools clattering loudly. Startled, Tech turned to face you, his expression shifting to one of concern as he observed you grimacing and clutching the side of your head, the pain evident on your features.

"Are you alright?" Tech inquired, his voice laced with worry as he noticed your discomfort.

"Just a sudden headache," you managed to reply through clenched teeth, attempting to straighten up despite the throbbing ache. "Maker, it’s really intense."

Frowning with concern, Tech set down his side of the crate and moved closer to you. He reached out to gently touch your head, his brows furrowing as he assessed the situation. "Have you recently experienced any head trauma?"

"Not that I can recall," you confessed, allowing Tech to offer his assistance. Suddenly, a shiver ran down your spine, and you couldn't shake the feeling of coldness enveloping you. "Is it getting colder, or is it just me?"

Tech paused, considering your words. "Given that we're on Tatooine, known for its scorching heat, it's unlikely to be a change in temperature."

Guiding you inside the ship, Tech urged you to take a seat in the pilot's chair while he prepared to run some tests. The pain persisted, each pulse of pain accompanied by a heightened sensitivity to light that made even keeping your eyes open an excruciating ordeal.

"I think it might be a migraine, Tech," you voiced your suspicion, another symptom emerging as you began to feel clammy, a sensation you recognized from past experiences.

"I believe you might be right," Tech concurred, swiftly analysing your condition. "I will take you to the nearest medical clinic immediately."

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head vehemently. Despite the pain, you were reluctant to waste time seeking medical attention. "No, Tech, I just need rest," you reassured, rising to your feet with a slight wobble. Tech instinctively moved to support you, his arm encircling your waist.

"Well, if you insist," Tech relented, knowing it was futile to argue with your determination. "But if your symptoms worsen, we will seek further medical assistance."

You chuckled softly, though it was accompanied by a wince of pain. "That's fine with me," you sighed, leaning into him for support.

"I would like to know what I can do to help," Tech offered, his concern evident in his voice.

You're grateful for Tech's presence by your side. It had been years since you last experienced a migraine of this intensity, and facing it alone was not something you relished. With someone as caring as Tech by your side, you felt reassured that you were in good hands.

"I'm going to close my eyes... the ship is too bright," you remarked, finding it ironic considering the usual dimness of the vessel. Even the faintest glimmer of light seemed to exacerbate your condition. "Can you guide me to the bunks?"

"Of course," Tech responded, his arm still providing support while his free hand reached out for you to grasp onto. Together, you navigated through the ship, Tech carefully ensuring you didn't stumble over any discarded equipment. "You may rest in my bunk."

"At least buy me lunch first," you teased with a smirk, noticing how Tech tensed beside you at your playful remark.

"P-Perhaps when you are feeling better," he stammered, his response not escaping your notice, silently surprising you with his reaction. But with a shared understanding, you both focused on the task at hand – getting you settled into his bunk. With Tech's gentle guidance, you found yourself sitting on the bunk, your eyes still closed against the pain.

"Stay here, and I'll fetch you some water and check the medkit for something to ease the pain," Tech instructed before you heard the sound of his retreating footsteps. Taking a moment to make yourself comfortable, you kick off your boots and carefully lay back, the persistent throb at the side of your head making your teeth clench.

When Tech returned, he informed you, "I have taken the liberty of dimming all the ship's lights, so if you feel comfortable enough to open your eyes, go ahead." Hesitant but trusting him, you slowly opened your eyes, relieved to find the lighting just right – not too bright to strain your eyes but enough to see without worsening your migraine.

"This sucks," you sighed, feeling guilty for inconveniencing Tech and taking him away from his duties to assist you. "I'm sorry."

"I am unsure as to why you are apologising," he replied, his attention focused on rummaging through the medkit before presenting a stim. "You are feeling unwell, and therefore, as a teammate, I should ensure you are as comfortable before anything else."

You turned your head to face him as he crouched down beside you, his gentle hold on your arm signaling his readiness to administer the stim that would hopefully alleviate some of your discomfort and aid in inducing sleep. "So if this were one of your brothers, you would act the same? Give them your bunk?" you inquired, raising a brow ever so slightly as you observed his reaction.

"Well, perhaps not exactly as I have with you, no," he admitted, clearing his throat as he briefly averted his gaze as he prepared to administer the stim. After a moment's pause, he proceeded to give you the medication, his demeanor slightly awkward yet caring.

"I'm just teasing you, Tech," you reassured softly, offering him a smile of gratitude.

"That is very gratifying to hear, I must admit," he replied, returning your smile. For a moment, you both shared a meaningful gaze, as if conveying unspoken sentiments. It felt intimate, a connection that neither of you knew how to put into words. However, the moment was fleeting as another wave of pain washed over you, causing you to close your eyes and look away.

"Here," Tech said gently, scooping his arm under your back to lift you just enough for a quick sip of water before easing you back down. "It's time for you to get some rest."

You nodded in agreement, silently thanking him for the water. "Good idea. Thank you, Tech," you whispered softly as you pulled his blanket over yourself, reveling in the familiar scent that enveloped you. "Your sheets smell of you."

Though you couldn't see it, his eyes briefly widened at your remark. "I am hoping that is a good thing."

"It is," you confirmed with a small chuckle, "you smell nice."

Tech settled beside you, maintaining a watchful presence until sleep finally claimed you, ensuring that you could rest undisturbed and free from pain. His unwavering care and attention provided a sense of comfort as you drifted off, hoping you know that if you need him, he will always be there.

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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 17

This is the last chapter of this story. I do have the sequel halfway written and it will be most of the way, if not all the way done before I post the first chapter.

It's called "Everything I Ever Wanted" and will be four chapters, each based on a part of Steve's new life I wanted to highlight. Retirement, Steve's charity, the bonding and mating, and the birth of their first child and the fallout with his parents.

I will still keep the Glitters tag list for the sequel. I wouldn't normally, but it's such a little thing, it's just easier that way. If you want to be taken off the list for the sequel, let me know.

Here is Steve's happily ever after. As it should be.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

****

Steve hated his heats before, but he loathed them now. Now he had an alpha he wanted to share it with, only they weren’t allowed to.

It was only a mini heat to clear out a minor faux bond and would barely last twenty four hours, but they would be the most miserable twenty four hours of his life and that included the twenty four hours after he learned he was infertile.

But Robin was the best handler in the business for a reason. The second his body temperature spiked, Xander and her got Eddie out and into her apartment, still in rut as he was.

Then she rebuilt Steve’s nest from scratch to perfection with the minor edition of Eddie’s handkerchief under his pillow.

The handkerchief plus, Eddie’s scent still sending out waves toward Steve’s apartment would help mitigate the absolute misery he would be in, but he still hated it.

Once all traces of the heat were out of his system, and his temperature going back to normal was Steve allowed visitors. Not even Robin was allowed inside his bedroom during his heats.

Though that was mainly because the poor omega was so pitiful and crying that a lot of handlers would be emotional wrecks afterwards.

Robin had made the mistake once when a heat came a week early due to some stress that was happening in Steve’s life and she was a sobbing mess the whole time he was in heat.

No one knew why the sight of an omega in heat drove betas to such an extreme emotional response, but the prevailing theory was that it was an evolutionary throw back to the pre-historic era so that betas would be moved to not take advantage of the omega in their most vulnerable time.

He showered and stepped out to his front room and smiled. Robin and Eddie were on the sofa waiting for him.

“Hey, princess,” Eddie murmured. “How are you feeling?”

Steve groaned and flopped down on the seat between the two of them. “Like I’ve been run over. The mini heats are the worst. Because you can’t prepare for them.”

“Especially since that was his first mini heat,” Robin commented dryly, “that automatically makes it worse.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “You don’t usually get mini heats?”

“Nope!” Steve said, popping the P. “Robin carefully curates my clients so that it’s never happened. I’ve experienced faux bonds before, the chemical bonding of scents instead of an actual bite bond. Those are common enough. But no, no mini heats for me.”

Eddie looked over at Robin who looked smug.

“Well that’s good then,” he said.

Steve nodded. He chewed on his lower lip and sighed. “I think we need to talk about the golden omega thing. It’s not possible, right?”

Robin and Eddie raised their eyebrows.

“Stevie,” Eddie said gently, “not only is it possible, it’s highly probable.”

Steve looked over at Robin and she nodded.

“Wait, what?”

“You don’t have to do anything about it now,” Robin said. “As long as you are a Starcourt escort you’ll spend your heats alone. And then if you want to get bonded to Eddie and have pups with him, walk away from the job and then mate.”

Steve went stock still as he mulled it over in his mind. Eddie and Robin exchanged concerned glances but stayed silent as Steve’s entire world view was shifted on its axis.

Starcourt had always treated Steve like he was special. It was one of the reasons his cherry popping was such a major event. His parents had sneered at the whole experience, but the agency had gone out of their way to make Steve feel safe in the process.

But to be a golden omega for real? And not just because Eddie wanted him to be special. Not that Eddie didn’t already think he was special, but this would cement how special Steve actually was.

He knew his parents would immediately come out of the woodwork to claim more money for being a golden omega, but it would also be the sweetest justice imaginable.

Because they could have gotten more from Steve’s omegahood and chose to throw him away like he didn’t matter. Only coming back when they needed more money.

“Explain it to me,” he whispered.

And they did. Robin leading the way with Eddie filling in spots where he thought Steve needed more clarity. When they were done Steve looked at Robin and said with tears in his eyes, “If I retire do I lose you?”

Robin’s lip quivered and she got up on her knees. She gently took Steve’s face in her hands. “No. Absolutely not. Yes, an omega escort has to be a handler’s top priority, but you are my best friend. My platonic soulmate, you’d have to murder me to get me to leave you. Do you understand?”

Steve nodded and then threw himself into her arms. Having to choose between the love of his life and his best friend would have been the hardest thing he would have ever had to do. But this made it easy.

They talked about it for a bit and ultimately it was decided Steve would retire when he turned thirty. It would give him a couple more years do a job he loved, but still give Eddie and him plenty of time to have pups.

“That’s a perfect solution,” Eddie agreed. “And I think the band will agree to a couple years break making music so we can all focus on our family lives.”

Steve’s omega chirped happily. Eddie chuckled and pulled him onto his lap. He nuzzled Steve’s scent gland and the omega chirped again.

“Look at you,” Robin said happily. “All content and comfortable. You just got every thing you could ever want, you lucky bastard.”

Steve grinned at her. “I am so blessed.”

Eddie blew a raspberry under Steve’s ear causing him to giggle.

“Eddie!” he protested, trying to push the alpha away, but Eddie did it again, this time on his cheek.

Soon they were wrestling and Steve ended up on the floor, looking up at a surprised Eddie.

“Rude,” Steve huffed as he got to his feet.

“Oops!”

Robin shook her head.

Eddie brought out Steve’s silly side and Steve let Eddie be himself. Apparently the universe knew what it was doing after all with these two.

****

The next three years passed by in a blur.

Chrissy had become the star Steve always knew she was. But of course, that meant her ex-boyfriend and her mother found out about her leaving the convent.

Steve was actually there to witness their faces, purple with rage showing up at some event she was at. The alpha actress she was with had to call security to get them removed.

Chrissy released a statement through the agency that spoke of her love of the job, the religious abuse her mother had put her through, and the love she thought was eternal with Jason turning to ash when she found out she couldn’t bear his children.

She spoke of the love that the sisters had shown her when her mother had dropped her off at the convent against the wishes of her father and her own. About how half of her cherry price went to those same sisters who had protected her from the wrath of her mother for years.

She spoke about how she found her people with Starcourt Services. How she had good friends, made good money, and how her father had supported her every step of the way. And how the other half of her cherry price would always be waiting for her if she ever wanted to leave. Something that after some serious soul searching she knew would not be for a long, long time.

Chrissy’s story burst open a scandal that had been the Church’s best kept secret, that a third of the omegas that came to them after learning they were infertile were brought there against their will by religious extremist parents not wanting their omega child to live their own lives.

Max and Lucas finally announced they were bonding after Lucas played his first game in the NBA as the first omega point guard for the Indiana Pacers, having won their law suit.

With Steve retiring, Robin was going to be Chrissy’s handler. Robin hadn’t lasted with Vickie due to them wanting different things out of life. Robin loved her job, but Vickie wanted more of her time to be focused just on her, something Robin wasn’t willing to do.

Tommy had been kicked out of the agency after he had a very public fight with his ex-girlfriend, Carol. He was supposed to be escorting Billy Hargrove but had found him in a bathroom with known omega starlet, Heather Holloway, his dick in her.

Carol had thrown it in his face that he couldn’t even get wandering Billy Hargrove to stay still long enough. Tommy had thrown hands and Starcourt had thrown him out.

Last Steve heard he was working as a pre-school teacher, barely making a tenth the amount he was at Starcourt. But he had found an alpha and they were happy together, satisfied for the first time in his life.

Jonathan was pregnant with Nancy and his second child. Steve was actually happy for them when they announced it.

Eddie’s band was topping the charts and had done a couple of tours. Steve had missed him, but with work keeping him busy, they were able to keep up a healthy communication.

Elinor and Gareth had decided to bond. Elinor knew that she would never reach the heights of Steve or Chrissy so when the last of her cherry price had been paid, she left the agency to be a rockstar’s wife.

Steve couldn’t wait to spend his first heat with Eddie. What was even better was the fact that Eddie’s rut had synced up with Steve’s heat and everyone knew to stay away for that week.

Their bonding and wedding ceremony was the talk of the town, Steve and Eddie surrounded by all their friends and loved ones. The whole Party was there.

Steve had taken preemptive measures against his parents, knowing that they would try and get more money from him, once Eddie and Steve announced that they had gotten pregnant.

He had a protective order ready to spring into affect the moment they tried anything. Lawyers on speed dial, and security on standby.

He had the life he had always dreamed of. A soulmate who would bond him and give him the pups he so desperately desired, who loved and cared for him like no one in his life could match. Robin came close. Because of course she did. Maybe not more or less than Eddie, but different.

And when that first little one came to loving and adoring parents, Steve knew that regardless if Dustin was omega, alpha, beta, or infertile Eddie and Steve would love him and support him no matter where he chose to go in life.

And that was the perfect ending to Steve’s story, he thought. Eddie couldn’t help but agree.

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 80)

The first step in a long list was to set up a lab outside the bunker. N and V helping to move debris and burned out vehicles from the area right outside. And a small team of workers setting up temporary shelters to work in and hooking it up to the main power grid.

Uzi did her part, standing over a map with the locations of each landing pod, there were around ten of them within salvaging range, in various conditions ranging from utterly destroyed to lightly damaged.

“We'll start with the pod in the corpse spire. It's the most intact, since I've already attempted some repairs.” The building she was standing in was made from thin scrap metal, welded together hastily to serve as a planning room. Tera was sitting on the edge of the table, eyes darting to the 20 or so people huddled around her mother and the map.

It had only taken exactly 24 hours for them to set up this rudimentary workshop, she hadn't been joking when she'd said workers were incredibly efficient in large groups.

Even so, the inside of the building was still drafty, and some snow still found it's way inside. It didn't matter, it still served it's purpose well enough.

“We still have that big ass fork lift?” She asked into the room, and a drone behind her with white eyelights gave her a curt nod.

“Good, we'll need it to move the pod.” She circled the closest pod on the map- the corpse spire. Eyes a certain degree of determined as she sighed.

She was working with Khan’s team of engineers, the ones most experienced with doing something this large or complex. Even so, she still felt weird being the one basically in charge.

“Right, need to get that lift out here, then we'll head out to recover the pod.” At that, several people left; presumably to make good on that request. While a few more fluttered around the planning room, sealing up holes in the thin walls or writing on notebooks.

She wasn't used to giving orders, and she certainly wasn't used to people following them without much question. This was her plan, and she was really the best drone to see it through due to her previous work on the pod, but that didn't mean she wasn't incredibly nervous about leading a team. She'd only ever worked by herself.

A small knock on the empty doorframe caught her attention and she looked back, finding N hovering there, covered in a dusting of rust and a thin veneer of old motor oil.

“All the cars are moved. V said she was going to do a sweep to make sure the perimeter is secure. Need anything?” He smiled tiredly, though it was significantly less full of poorly hidden dread. With a job to do and a plan made, there was definitely more hope behind his visor.

“Nothing other then more sleep.” She replied bitterly, though her ire more directed towards the situation then him. She felt his radiating heat come closer and she had to fight against the urge to lean back into him and curl up into it.

“You sure? What about a break? You've been up on your feet for hours.” His tone grew more soft, and it now drew the attention of a couple of her team members from their tasks, they very unsubtlely tried to hide either behind a notebook or another task, but she could see the soft smiles and knowing looks.

“I'm fine, I'll take a break when we get the first pod in…” She waved him off, not wanting to be soft in front of her team. She'd already exposed herself once, live on stage. That wasn't about to happen again.

“Uzi that could take all night, plus, it's going to be sunrise soon, we can't be out here.” She blinked, oh yeah, she hadn't thought of that, her N and V were limited to nighttime hours, it was lucky that nights on Copper-9 were rather long, but it still put a crunch on things.

“Sh-” She looked at Tera, who was now looking at her curiously, Uzi grumbled as she censored herself, knowing that Tera was beginning to pick up more words. “Shoot. I forgot, how long do we have?”

“About an hour.” He replied, and she groaned. That wasn't nearly enough time to do what she wanted. She'd really wanted to get started on reverse engineering the first pod ASAP.

“Dang it. Ugh, okay… my feet are starting to hurt anyway…” She admitted sheepishly, which was true, she'd had to start shifting her weight differently do to her increased weight, putting pressure on her feet and back.

And, like the gentleman N was, he took that opportunity to quite literally sweep her off her feet. Picking her up bridal style in a single swift motion that had her let out a yelp.

The drones around her started to snicker, amused at N's open affection and Uzi's flushed, upset expression in return, an extremely violet blush invading her face.

“I can walk N!” She protested, feeling much too vulnerable for the public eye.

“What? It's not like everyone doesn't already know.” N smirked, which had the effect of making her more flustered, especially when the team she was supposed to be overseeing were now giggling at her expense.

“Bite me!” She seethed, crossing her arms before slumping in defeat, there was no escaping N's iron grip. She was taking a break, unwillingly.

“Uh, when the others get back, can you guys tell them we'll get the pod tomorrow night?” She fumbled over her request, mostly because N was still holding her as she made it, so much for garnering respect…

“Sure thing boss.” Someone relayed, giving her a small two fingered salutea while smirking. Uzi growled in indignation, and Tera pounced into her open arms half a second later with an excited trill.

“Let's just go before I die of embarrassment…” She mumbled, burying her head into his shoulder as N laughed, walking out of the small temporary structure and unsheathing his wings with a startling crack.

He went off the the direction of their nest, wind rushing and snow blowing past the family as he streaked through the air at high speeds, she could hear Tera laughing excitedly, but Uzi just gripped her tighter, making sure she wouldn't fall.

They were at the nest in less then ten minutes, N gently laying her within it's warm, safe, confines. Checking the heavy sheets put over the windows to block out even the slightest bit of cold.

Despite her indignation, she quickly relaxed, the muscles that now helped support her back beginning to decompress and her tail freeing itself without much conscious input.

Absent-mindedly, she tapped her own core, giving out a yelp as it shocked her with a tiny white spark, the core was sensitive duh. But now it was even more sensitive, becoming uncomfortable even with just the sensation of her clothing rubbing up against it.

It wasn't like she was going to wear her loose, low hanging shirts while in public though, so power through it she did.

“You good?” N asked after he did his obligatory ‘nest checks’. It seemed instinctual for him to make sure everything in the surrounding area was safe before he settled down with her, now joining beside her.

Tera crawled and rolled around the nest, taking pillows and throwing them small distances before attempting to chase after them on all fours. Easily entertaining herself.

“Y-yeah. Just startled myself. My core is getting super sensitive…” She hummed, curling up into N's comforting warmth the second she was able, purring softly when she felt N's fingers run through her hair.

“Is that… normal?” He asked, he assumed yes, she wasn't freaking out about it.

“Yup. Just another lovely symptom…” She deadpanned, feeling a yawn overtake her. She hadn't slept a wink during the construction of the workshop, nor any after she'd accidentally announced her pregnancy to the whole bunker.

“You should rest. It's not healthy for you or the baby to stay awake this long.” He hummed, she could feel his tail curl around hers, the beating of his core the perfect lullaby.

“Only if you actually sleep this time.” Uzi replied, and N chuckled, ignoring the way his core felt like lead or his visor angerly blinked that he needed to recharge. He'd tried, he just couldn't! His processors wouldn't let him go to sleep where something could sneak up on them.

“I'll try lovely.” The term of endearment made her curl up tighter into his chest and he sighed as he watched her drift off into sleep mode. His purrs, his tail and his warmth perfectly curated to relax his chosen mate.

Instead, he watched his kit play with a fond smile. Even if he couldn't sleep, he felt satisfied that he could at least keep then safe.

At least… until he heard a loud clang hit the side of the nest and he immediately detangled himself from her, growling louder then he'd ever had before in his life.

His processors were screaming again;

This was their nest! This was a special place, it was for his mate and her alone!

He came teeth bared and claws unseathed, a great territorial roar ringing out of his chest and his eyes in a vibrant red ‘X’. And the uncontrolled slashing of his claw was met with a sword, clashing against each other with a clatter.

V had narrowly avoided getting her head slashed off. Her eyelights hollow as she stared at him, the red drained from his visor and his thoughts returned from primal and erratic.

“V?”

“Holy fuck, you nearly took my head off!” She exclaimed, hanging off the side of the building much like he was.

“I-I'm sorry,, I don't know what came over me…” He blinked, the sudden outburst of uncharacteristic rage being gone in an instant.

“I think that was my fault… I snuck up on you.” She admitted, he could see her visibly relax, her head dipped inside the sheets, eyes falling on a still sleeping Uzi and an energetic kit.

“Is… there room for another? I uh… don't feel comfortable leaving you two out here alone.” Her tail was kinking as if just asking was uncomfortable for her.

N sighed, looking at the tint of purple beginning to crest of the horizon.

“There's not enough time for you to go anywhere if I said no.”

Not that he would've, despite his initial, very territorial reaction, V's presence was extremely welcome, a second drone to keep watch for threats.

He moved a sheet back with his tail to invite her in, and she gave him an uncertain smile as she crawled inside, eyes taking a scan around the nest as if she was memorizing it.

Tera threw herself on her, chirping loudly: “Vee!”

N curled himself around Uzi once more, this time however, sleep mode tugged on his visor, and he looked up at V, displaying how exhausted he was unintentionally.

“I got this one. That's why I'm here… I think?” She hummed, and with that conformation he quickly lost consciousness. V laying herself close to- but a respectful distance away from, the slumbering couple.

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Luka Couffaine x Reader - Ride

Request: Do you accept requests right now? Cuz it would be nice if you could write something smut with Luka with him first as Viperion

Smut warning. Luka/Viperion and the reader are both legal adults.

Again, totally open to any gender for the reader, but if it’s not specified (especially with smut) I automatically write female. Use of one feminine pet name.

Words: 2,985

             Your heart hammered in your chest as you clung to the wall of the back alley, hiding in the shadows to the best of your ability. Akuma attacks were scary enough to watch on TV, but experiencing one yourself was absolutely terrifying.  Everything was loud – the thunderous roar of the akumatized villain, the adrenaline-fueled cries of Ladybug and Cat Noir, the frightened shrieks of victims and passersby. You panted heavily as you sank to the ground, tucking your knees against your chest and willing yourself to appear as small as humanly possible. All you wanted to do was hide. Utter helplessness stabbed at your heart, urging a round of tears to well up in your eyes.

           A wave of something washed over the city, and you gasped at the sudden serenity you felt in the air. Rising to your feet, you tentatively glanced around the corner to find the streets full of normal, non-victimized citizens. A sigh of relief fell from your lips at the realization that the miraculous heroes must have defeated the villain once again.

           “Are you alright?” came a soft, soothing voice from your right. You jumped at the sudden noise, turning to face one of the heroes that Ladybug and Cat Noir must have called in for backup. Viperion, his name was, if you remembered correctly. The snake hero. Damn, he was so much more attractive up close. You’d only seen him at a distance before, across town or on TV. But with him here, standing in front of you, you were likely to lose yourself in his electric blue eyes, gazing at you tenderly as though you were a close friend instead of just a civilian.

           “I’m fine,” you finally managed to exhale. “I ran over here to hide. The villain didn’t see me.”

           “I’m glad you’re not hurt,” Viperion smiled softly, and damnit if his tone didn’t send a chill up your spine.

           “Thanks for your help, Viperion,” came Ladybug’s familiar voice, and you turned to see her approaching from the left. “Oh, hey there. Are you okay?”

           You nodded. “Yes, I’m okay, thank you. You guys were amazing out there.”

           She smiled sweetly. “Just doing our jobs, but it’s nice to be appreciated.” She then turned to Viperion. “Thank you so much for your help. We wouldn’t have been able to capture the akuma without you.”

           The snake hero bowed politely. “It was my pleasure, Ladybug. I suppose you’ll be taking my miraculous back now?”

           Ladybug nodded. “I’m afraid it’s time.”

           “I should go then,” you murmured. As much as your curiosity was eating at you, you understood that their true identities absolutely must remain secret, even from a single random citizen.

           “Thank you,” Ladybug nodded towards you, and you returned it. You crept away from the alley, sauntering through town and making your way home.

           Moments later, a hand grasped your forearm, and you turned around with a gasp. The hand belonged to Luka Couffaine, your friend’s twin and your long-harbored crush.

           “Where did you come from?” you inquired, your eyes darting behind him towards the alley.

           “I was so worried about you,” he murmured instead, taking your hands in his.

           “What?” you questioned, tilting your head in confusion. “Why?”

           “I thought the villain had gotten you,” he admitted. “I looked for you in the crowd, but I couldn’t find you.”

           What? Luka was looking for you?

           “I was hiding,” you explained, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks as he tightened his hold on your hands. “Why were you looking for me?”

           The softest blush dusted his cheeks, and he ducked his head in the cutest way possible. “I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

           Warmth spread through your core as you gazed at the blue-haired boy. You gnawed at your lower lip, feeling a surge of confidence as you stepped closer to him.

           “Why were you so concerned with my safety?” you inquired, standing close enough that when Luka lifted his head, you could feel his breath on your face.

           Electric blue orbs bore into yours, and you felt your knees weaken. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine, but you forced yourself to remain upright and confident.

           “I like you,” he murmured softly, lacing his fingers through yours.

           “You do?” you whispered back, your eyes darting between Luka’s eyes and lips.

           He dipped his head, resting his forehead on yours. “Yes, I do.”

           “I like you, too,” you informed him, removing your hands from his in order to place them on his chest.

           His hands found your hips, and his breath ghosted over your lips. You watched his gaze drop to your lips before meeting your eyes once again.

           “Can I kiss you?” You barely heard his voice, your eyes already closing from the proximity. You managed a nod, exhaling a sigh as his lips pressed tenderly to yours. Warmth flooded your chest at the contact, spreading through your belly before settling in your groin. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but as Luka’s grip on your hips tightened, you found yourself growing more and more comfortable in his arms.

           “Can I take you home?” he whispered huskily against your lips. “We don’t have to do anything. I’d just really like to spend more time with you.”

           Your heart hammered in your chest. You’d had a crush on the blue-haired boy since high school, but you were certain he was in love with Marinette. You didn’t consider he’d ever see you in that light.

           “I’d like that,” you exhaled with a nod. “I have an apartment not far from here.”

           He pulled back to smile softly at you. “Lead the way.”

             It was a short walk back to your place, but it felt like forever as Luka laced his fingers with yours, gently squeezing your hand. Your entire body was tingling from the kiss, and you hoped it wasn’t too soon to take things further with the boy you’d loved for so many years.

           When you finally approached your front door, your fingers trembled as you fumbled with your keys. You hoped he didn’t notice as you struggled to insert the key into the lock before finally managing to click it open. He followed suit as you opened the door and stepped into the apartment, his soft gaze wandering across your furniture and belongings.

           “Would you like something to drink?” you offered awkwardly, standing in the middle of the kitchen. “I’ve got water and tea, or I could make some coffee.”

           Luka shook his head, padding closer until he stood before you. “All I need is you.”

           You exhaled a shaky breath at his words, gazing up into his cerulean eyes. “Are you sure?”

           In lieu of a verbal reply, he lifted a hand to cradle the side of your face, bringing your lips to his. You melted into the kiss, your eyes fluttering closed as you pressed back against him. Your hands rested on his chest as his other hand found the small of your back, pulling your figure to his. He began walking backwards, his lips still tangled with yours, leading you out of the kitchen. He managed to find the hallway before he reluctantly broke the kiss.

           “Bedroom?”

           You offered a nod, claiming his lips as your fingers fisted lightly in his jacket, keeping him close as you walked him towards your room. You reached blindly behind you to turn the knob, kicking the door open as you led Luka inside. He spun you around, closing the door and pinning your back to it. You exhaled sharply at the contact, surrendering to him completely. You could feel his smirk against your lips as he kissed you again, his hands sliding down your sides until they wound behind you to grope at your ass. You whimpered into the kiss, sliding one hand to the back of his head and tangling your fingers in his two-toned locks. He grunted softly, and the sound went straight to your core, adding to the heat pooling between your legs.

           “We don’t-“ he panted in between kisses, “we don’t have to do anything.”

           His lips peppered kisses across your jaw and down your neck, despite his considerate words. You gasped as he bit down on your collarbone, nibbling at your skin.

           “I want to,” you managed, lifting his head up to meet your gaze. “If you do.”

           He nodded quickly, kissing you hard. “I do. Very much.”

           His hands gripped the backs of your thighs, tugging you close to his body. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He carried you to your bed, kissing you passionately as he sat down with you on his lap. His hands groped greedily at your ass, and you moaned into his mouth, sliding a hand into his hair. You tugged experimentally at the two-toned strands, drawing a low groan from Luka’s throat that sent another rush of heat straight to your core. He broke the kiss, and you opened your mouth to protest. Before you could form a single word, his perfect lips latched onto your neck, sucking a deep hickey into your skin, and you whimpered, throwing your head back. You tugged harder at his hair, feeling him groan against your neck.

Your fingers pushed at the fabric of his jacket, prying it off his shoulders. He unwound his arms from your waist in order to pull at the sleeves, tossing the garment to the floor. His hands, warm from his natural body heat and calloused from years of strumming his guitar, slid beneath your shirt, over the bare skin of your sides, and your breath hitched in your throat. He removed himself reluctantly from your neck, gazing up at you to ensure the sound hadn’t been hesitation.

           His lips pressed tenderly to the underside of your jaw. “Are you good?”

           Cupping his face in your hands, you ducked your head, capturing his lips with your own. “More than good,” you huffed against his mouth.

           He smirked softly, a gesture that you felt more than saw, as his hands slid further upwards, pulling the fabric of your shirt along with them. You raised your arms above your head to allow the garment to removed completely, leaving Luka to stare wantonly at your breasts, still nestled in your bra.

           “God damn,” he exhaled, his hands slowly lifting to cup your boobs, squishing them experimentally. He tilted his head up to claim another kiss, to which you responded eagerly, as his hands slid around your back to unclasp your bra. You slid your arms out of it, tossing it aside and guiding Luka’s hands to your bare chest. He groaned into the kiss at the feeling of your skin beneath his hands, his fingers dancing across your nipples. You pressed closer, arching your back, and he took a nipple between his fingers, twisting it gently. You whimpered into his mouth and he broke the kiss, ducking his head to wrap his lips around the hardening bud. You tangled a hand in his hair, tugging at the cerulean locks until he groaned around your nipple. He sucked on it until you moaned loudly, detaching himself only to switch sides and repeat his assault on your other breast.

Lustful clouds fogged your brain as you lost yourself in his hands and lips, your own hands across his shoulders. Finding fabric where you wanted to feel skin, you reached lower, taking handfuls of his shirt and tugging upwards. Luka released your breasts and lifted his arms, wiggling out of his shirt before you threw it somewhere behind you. Your fingers danced down his chest and your teeth gnawed at your lower lip as your eyes raked over his toned figure. You’d always known he was the type to eat well and work out, but goddamn you hadn’t expected him to be chiseled like a marble statue. His lips split into a grin as he watched desire pool in your eyes, his hands resting on your hips and tugging them against his own. You moaned in surprise, grinding your hips down to repeat the sensation. The action pulled a moan from his throat as well, and you offered him a satisfied smirk.

           “How do you want me?” you found yourself asking, grinding your hips on his lap. You were almost certain there would be a stain on his jeans from the wetness seeping through your panties.

           “Just like this,” Luka replied, leaning back and gripping your hips in order to thrust upwards, drawing a whimper from your throat. “Is that okay?”

           “Fuck yeah,” you gasped. You braced your hands on his chest, pushing yourself off of his lap. He opened his mouth to question you when your hands found the fastening of your jeans, undoing the button and zipper before hooking your thumbs into the waistband. His mouth hung agape as you slowly slid your pants down your smooth legs, revealing more skin for him to grope and kiss and suckle. His own pants grew uncomfortably tight as he gazed at you in nothing but soaked panties, which you slowly shimmied out of, kicking them to the side once they reached your feet.

           “Your turn,” you grinned, watching as he scrambled to peel off his jeans and boxers. Shoes had already been discarded, and you both stripped off your socks before you climbed back onto his lap. Feeling his hard cock rubbing against your dripping cunt had you moaning lowly, resting your forehead against Luka’s in an attempt to ground yourself.

           “Condoms?” he questioned softly, trying to focus his mind on something other than how good your pussy was about to feel wrapped around his length.

           You reached out your arm, blindly feeling around for the drawer of your nightstand. Upon locating it, you pulled it open, thrusting your hand inside before pulling out a string of condoms and passing them to Luka.

           He offered you a husky chuckle. “How many do you think we’re going to need?”

           “Let’s find out,” you grinned. He mirrored your expression before separating one wrapper from the rest, tearing it open with his teeth. You rose up on your knees to give him room to slide it on, wrapping your arms around his neck and peppering kisses down his jaw. He tilted his head back as he took his length in hand, lining the tip up with your entrance. You moaned in unison as you sunk down to the base, your cunt clenching at the stimulation of being so full.

           “Fuck,” Luka groaned lowly as you began rocking your hips, lifting upwards and grinding back down. You braced your arms on his shoulders for leverage as you picked up your pace, rocking and grinding against his cock. He tilted his head up to capture your lips, swallowing your moans as you sloppily returned the kiss. Luka’s hands found your hips, pulling you down harshly on his length, moaning into the kiss at how deep he was inside you. He used his grip to thrust upwards into your heat, breaking the kiss to dip his head and sink his teeth into your neck. A moan ripped from your lips as you tilted your head back, granting him more access. Your nails dug crescents into the skin of his shoulders as you struggled to match his thrusts.

           “You feel amazing,” the blue-haired boy panted against your neck. “So much better than my imagination.”

           “You’ve imagined this?” you whimpered as he shifted his hips to thrust at a different angle, finding the special spot inside you that had you clenching around him. “Fuck! Right there!”

           He smirked, holding the angle to repeatedly hit that spot. You moaned shamelessly, dropping your head onto his shoulder.

           "Of course I've imagined this," Luka growled into your ear. “I just never thought you felt the same way.”

           His grip on your hips tightened as he felt you clench harder around him. His thrusts came faster, sharper, chasing your release and pounding relentlessly into your tightening heat. Moans and whimpers tore from your throat at the assault, your fingernails dragging across his broad shoulders, leaving red lines in their wake.

           “Cum on my cock, princess,” he groaned, nipping at your earlobe.

           “Fuck!” you yelped, your body seizing as your orgasm crashed into you. Luka moaned as you clenched impossibly tighter around him, biting down on his shoulder as you came.

           As you rode out your orgasm, the blue-haired man’s thrusts grew sloppy as he chased h8is own release. He wrapped one arm around your back, pulling your chests flush together. His other hand remained on your hip, holding himself as deep inside your heat as he could.

           “Oh, fuck,” he moaned lowly into your ear, his hips going completely still. His release unloaded into the condom as he remained inside you, both of you panting heavily.

           You lifted your head from his shoulder, gazing up at Luka. He offered you a smile, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. The hand on your hip rose to cradle the back of your head, gently carding his fingers through your hair. You rested a hand on his neck, the other caressing his toned chest.

           “I know we did things a little backwards,” Luka commented, resting his forehead against yours, “but I’d really like to take you on a date.”

           “I’d love that,” you grinned, stealing another chaste kiss from his lips.

           He began trailing kisses down your jaw, his hand on your back shifting to caress your side. You tilted your head to allow him more access, sliding a hand into his hair and gently tugging on the two-toned strands.

           “But right now,” he murmured against your skin, “I think we should see how many of those condoms we can go through.”

           You gasped as you felt his length twitch inside you. “That sounds like a fucking plan.”

[violetmuses]

Crest - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Title: Crest - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Paring: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: You meet Armando Aretas for the very first time.

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2024

While previous criminal Armando Aretas escaped law enforcement, hiding for survival kept moving along until life circled right back to Miami, Florida.

Miracles still pulled through when Armando even booked this flight without facing drama. One wrong move could lock grounding handcuffs.

When Aretas finally boarded this red-eye plane and drifted by shadows, someone took the window seat.

Securing luggage overhead, you sat down without realizing who joined this row as well.

Exhaustion should've helped during this late hour, but Armando quietly noticed your presence.

As your body shaped this hopefully comfortable outfit, you've styled your hair and held this “new” manicure, clearly planning something while traveling to the vibrant lanes of South Beach.

You look so pretty. Armando thinks. Butterflies almost swarmed within like the movies.

Ignoring various devices as others welcomed that flight, you take out this book and start reading from one of the bookmarked pages.

Even your focus caught his intrigue, but Armando moved on, trying to sleep until further notice.

_____

Several hours later, you gently nudged that random hoodie stranger when other passengers gave enough room for everyone else to leave.

“Sorry, but we need to go.” You whispered to avoid startling this guy.

“Oh, shit, my bad.” Slightly accented English rasped near your direction when Armando pulled away from slumber.

Stepping near the aisle for your exit, Aretas tried waking up even more to face the upcoming terminal hustle. Drifting again offered freedom.

“Thanks.” With luggage prepped, you stood in front of Armando and bid farewell near the crew, heading down this tunnel while greeting Miami.

“You're welcome.” Armando nodded without smiling to avoid those rattled butterflies.

_____

Finally standing in that large-scale airport terminal, you quickly noticed that your window seat partner looked confused.

He's wearing sunglasses and took off that hoodie, wearing this black tank top despite the heat that raged outdoors.

“Damn.” Armando gritted his teeth upon realization.

“What's wrong?” You questioned.

“My ride’s not here yet.” Aretas nearly frowned at this point. “I'm waiting for somebody.”

“Don't worry. Traffic’s crazy often.” You tried helping again “What car are you looking for?”

“911 Turbo.” Aretas stepped closer and pointed toward his bargained cell phone.

“The Porsche?” You smiled.

“Yeah.” Armando nearly chuckles as your face keeps lighting up.

“Have fun.” You turned in the opposite direction this time as one vehicle service car pulled up and brought your path elsewhere.

And just like that, you disappeared to leave Aretas by himself.

_____

“Sorry I'm late, man.” Lowrey drove the classic Porsche and rolled toward one curb as Armando joined this passenger seat. “Traffic was crazy.”

“It's okay” Aretas wouldn't argue, especially in public.

“How was your flight?” Lowrey asked.

“Good. I'm still tired, though.” Aretas offered his truth.

“We'll be at the house soon. Let's get out of here first.” Mike steered away, prepared for this new role.

****

Mike's wife Christine, an experienced physical therapist, stood on this porch when the car arrived.

“Hello.” Welcoming both men into the house, Christine smiled once more.

“He's home, babe.” Mike gestured near Christine and Armando.

______

“I'm glad.” Christine nearly giggled, but waves as Armando planned to rest.

After taking this much-needed shower, very few belongings rounded the pleasant space when Aretas organized essentials for himself.

“You kept the shirt.” Mike chuckled back in the kitchen.

“Oh…” Aretas glanced down. Lowrey realized that Armando wore that Bud Light t-shirt from their previous McGrath mission.

“What happened? I missed a lot.” Christine sat down at this table.

“We found some clothes while running from authorities.” Mike rolled both eyes while making his plate.

“These random people camped with shotguns and we almost died.” Armando pulled details for once. “Burnett wouldn't stop talking.”

“Oh, no!” Christine almost gasped this time around.

“Don't stress out.” Mike still knew better. “Let's talk about something else.”

“Good point.” Christine understood more often than not. “Did anything special happen on your flight, Armando?”

“Not really. I slept most of the time.” Aretas continued to speak.

“Fair enough.” Christine nodded as peace settled in the home.

*****

By the early afternoon, Armando started checking this guest bedroom window.

“What's going on?” Both Mike and Christine joined Aretas.

“Somebody's moving in.” Armando described one moment as this U-HAUL truck parked across the street.

“You think something’s wrong?” Mike glanced near Armando just in case.

“No. Just curious.” Aretas stepped back from the window and returned downstairs to think.

Regardless, Mike and Christine would still follow Aretas.

_______

With each passing second, curiosity nagged more and more. “I'll be right back.” Aretas stood from this patio chair after sitting outdoors with Mike.

“Ay, where you going?” Mike arched his brow, definitely puzzled.

Ignoring Mike once again, Aretas guided the walk right back around and located that new driveway. Even music echoed inside this house.

Still taking this chance, Armando finally rang this doorbell.

Before long, the music would stop playing moments later.

When the door opened, Aretas nearly froze this time.

“Hi.” You smiled at him.

“Hey.” Revealing his slightly accented English once more, Aretas knew that butterflies swarmed as this return.

“What's your name?” You offered this question and didn't fear possibilities.

“Armando.” Aretas couldn't hide the truth anymore because Mike waited somewhere right now.

“I knew it. Recognized you on the plane, but I didn't want to frighten everybody.” You cleared your throat and grounded reality.

For quite some time, headlines and rumors scattered news about this dangerous man.

“I've cleared my name and Mike Lowrey set me up with the police department. You don't have to be scared anymore.” Armando explained his new opportunity.

“How can I trust you?” You crossed both arms while standing on the porch.

“I won't hurt you, okay? We live right across the street.” Aretas pointed backward. “I'm staying with Lowrey and his wife now.”

“Hold on. Is Detective Lowrey really your father? I keep hearing things.” For a moment, you glanced around just in case.

“Yeah.” Armando revealed.

After facing questions or encountering different secrets over time, Detective Mike Lowrey would take responsibility as Armando's biological father.

“Fine.” You dropped the subject.

“I saw that U-HAUL truck earlier.” Aretas refused more personal questions. “Do you still need help?”

“No thank you.” You welcomed the gesture, but declined. “I just took a break while unpacking and ordered some food.”

“Cool, but why travel by plane if you moved here?” Armando squinted.

“I flew with my luggage to avoid some long road trip.” You nearly rolled both eyes. Driving would've prolonged so much this time around.

Just before Armando could ask you more questions, another voice called out.

“Yo, what are you doing?” Detective Mike Lowrey corrected Aretas.

“We're talking.” Armando leveled words as he noticed his estranged father.

“I'm so sorry. Excuse us.” Lowrey took charge despite apologizing to you.

“Of course.” You nodded.

Given no other option, you watch Armando and Mike leave your house.

_____

“Listen to me.” Back home, Mike whispered in this hall. “Law enforcement cleared your name, but I'll be damned if we start trouble again because you bother people.”

“She was on my flight last night.” Mentioning you at last, Armando defended himself.

“Let me get this straight: one girl you saw on the plane is our new neighbor?” Mike still questioned your place across the street.

“Yes.” Aretas stopped debating your spot and knew that Christine might hear this argument.

Seconds later, Mike's phone started ringing out of nowhere.

“Shit!” Lowrey cringed toward the caller ID for once.

“What's up?” All jokes aside, Armando seemed puzzled and concerned.

“I forgot that Marcus would visit for dinner tonight.” Mike revealed the truth.

Fuck! Aretas immediately casted both eyes toward the ceiling and prepared himself.

_____

“Marcus, don't start crying, all right?” Mike welcomed his best friend Marcus Burnett into the house.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Marcus scrunched his face behind glasses. “I'm just having dinner with you and Christine. What's going on?”

“Turn the corner.” Mike walked toward that living room with Marcus.

“Who's sitting on your couch, man?” Frustrated, Marcus couldn't understand the point yet.

Shutting down this game console, Armando stood from the couch.

“Ah, shit! Why didn't you tell me, Mike?” Burnett finally realized everything. “Nephew’s back!”

“Don't hug Armando, Marcus.” Mike gently warned his brother again.

“All right. Let's eat. ” Settled, Marcus calmed down his recovered heart and joined dinner.

******

The next day, you wake up hearing that doorbell first. Sunlight just illuminated this morning.

Finally pulling yourself together, you headed downstairs and checked the new RING Camera.

Two figures waited on the porch.

“Hi.” You welcomed Armando Aretas and Christine Lowrey into your home.

“Sorry for being so early.” Christine arrived with meals. “We had leftovers for dinner and I even plated breakfast for you.”

“Thank you so much.” You accepted generosity and led Christine towards the kitchen.

Armando trailed in silence as you and Christine organized items.

“Mike's at the police station, but we wanted to apologize for what happened last night.” Christine knew the drama on your porch.

“I appreciate it.” You smiled and felt thankful once more.

“Of course. I'll give you two privacy.” Christine gestured near you and Armando, stepping back outside.

_______

“Sorry. Marcus showed up last night.” Armando nearly scoffed.

“Lowrey's partner?” You questioned placements just to be sure.

“He's dramatic.” Aretas offered the truth regardless.

“That's funny.” You laughed. “Did you take the day off or something?”

“Yeah.” Armando nodded. “It'd be dumb to ignore what happened last night.”

“Is everything okay?” You somehow checked on this stranger.

“We're good. Don't worry.” Armando only grinned for a second and planned to leave.

“All right. Thanks for the food.” Your voice expressed gratitude for so many reasons.

“You're welcome.” Regrettably, Armando walked away, but still respects limitations.

****

Ever since Christine stopped by your house with meals, Armando visited you on a regular basis.

“Finally left the house?” You noticed Aretas leaving this coffee shop.

“Very funny. What are you doing?” Wearing sunglasses on top of his short hair, Aretas flirted this time.

“Nothing.” You've held another book to read this morning.

“See you later.” Glancing over his shoulder, Armando winked toward you and left.

No longer playing around, you'll exchange phone numbers tonight.

[n3ptoonz]

'Permission'

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/F!Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, reader is a captain, from virginia, and an admiral's daughter, power dynamic, use of ma'am/captain, rough sx, reader's call sign is "raptor", dialogue heavy, thigh fucking, alternating between names and call signs on purpose

Word count: 3.2k+

Two months ago you were going through a long transfer process. It only took forever for you to finally get the call to be set at one specific station. One would think that being the kid of an admiral would make the process quicker but they're wrong. Apparently the scheduling kept moving around and there was some big mission going on overseas on the west coast, you were supposed to be Captain of that mission but they had to quickly call in someone far more experienced than you. Must have been dire, you think to yourself.

In retrospect, it was worth it because now you were being introduced to the Dagger squad by the very man your dad constantly droned on about even though they didn't even work for the same station. It's pretty funny to you that word travels fast even if it is coast to coast. You loved Virginia, but damn you could use some new scenery.

Let's back up a little bit, this isn't really your first introduction to the Dagger squad. When you first arrived to San Diego a few days prior you had heard about a bar that the aviators go to hang out and relax before missions. Though you didn't anticipate this beaming heat, already forgetting where you were; feeling a little overdressed in your leather jacket and jeans, the heat in the bar didn't make it any better. At least you had on a plain white tee underneath.

"You're new." you hear a man say behind you at the bar. You placed your beer down and swiveled the stool you were sitting on to face him in curiosity. He was already smiling at you with some unbelievably white teeth. From his face alone he looked like a cocky guy that thinks he could get any woman to swoon over that grin.

You almost did. Almost

"You're observant." you reply, sounding a little drier than you intended. You reached out your hand to shake his and said your name to clear the air a bit. He chuckles to himself and introduces himself too with a firm handshake. Jake Seresin.

"I meant more to this city. You don't look like a Cali native. I get that feeling since I'm also not. Let me guess..." he squints at you before huffing and folding his arms dramatically, bringing a finger up to his chin. "East coast."

"Impressive." you nodded, "What gave it away?"

"Well, It's 5 in the afternoon on the hottest day of the week and you're wearing a leather jacket with jeans." he said, taking a swig. "When you live here long enough you track things like this to avoid the inevitable heatstroke."

"Inevitable?" you inquired.

"Yeah, I mean it just gets so hot that ya just wanna take your clothes off. Not my rules." he puts his hands up on feigned defense, and in your peripheral vision you spot another guy walking up behind him as he peers over his should.

"Is this man bothering you, ma'am?" he says with a stern look but it was quite obvious he's hiding a smile--if you didn't blink, you could see his mustache twitch. You lightly chuckle at Jake's expression dropping at the guy's presence before waving it off dismissively.

"We were just having a chat."

"Yeah, Bradshaw. Why don't you go over there and feel like you can win at something for once?" Jake says turning to him and pointing at the pool table, flashing a very fake flashy smile at him. When you looked over you saw a lot more people over there joking around and getting frustrated over pool.

Bradshaw, huh.

The man poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue at Jake before visibly looking like he's decided against getting into it with him. You had a feeling it was because you were watching. He turned to you and pushed past Jake to do a playful bow, his forearm meeting his torso before lowering his head.

"Bradley Bradshaw at your service." he chimes and looks up at you with a cheeky smile before standing to his full height. You were about to say something when the nice bartender lady, Penny, leaned on the bar counter next to you and told them to scram. Both looking like scolded kids, they went to head off when Bradley looked over his shoulder to wink with a smile and walking off. You swiveled your stool back towards her with a smile in acknowledgment.

"Aviators." she mused before sighing and patting your hand twice, heading back over to the waiting customers.

-

"This is your Captain for this mission. She is an esteemed officer with a hell of a reputation to uphold and credentials to showcase. She is the perfect fit for this mission since she specializes in communications from the ground, as this mission has much to do with which 4 pilots can stop these three underground plants from exploding. Her call sign is 'Raptor.'" Pete says with a faint smile, almost like a proud dad before stepping back and offering you the podium to give more details.

As you stepped up you got a good view of everyone's expression looking vastly different for different reasons. Hangman pinched his nose before sighing and looking up at you, he couldn't believe he didn't ask who you were that day...which was literally yesterday. Rooster tried to keep that same serious expression again, but damn it he couldn't be anymore obvious he wanted to laugh. The others shared glances with each other and back at the two. They must've caught hell on the way back to pool.

"Thank you, Maverick." you nodded towards him. "I have heard a lot about you guys, but we are going to need just four people in the air; two planes." you stated and turned to pull up a map on the screen behind you. "As mentioned before there are three plants close to this city, but not so close that flying over it would disturb it. The only thing that would, would be the actual explosion. From the collected data, it has a radius of 4 klicks in every direction."

"Captain?"

You turned your head to see Rooster with his index finger up after stating your title.

"Lieutenant." you ackowledged him and gestured for him to continue. After reading their files you know already know all there is to know, including call signs. But he didn't call you Raptor.

"How will you determine who goes in the air? Since this requires four pilots at most-"

"I was getting to that." you said. Your expression couldn't get any more flat if you wanted to. It wasn't on purpose, you just do hate being interrupted. Especially during a debriefing.

"Apologies, Captain." he cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat.

You gave a small nod before going over the rest in complete detail so there was no confusion. You did accept a few more questions, but once that was over they were dismissed and headed towards the planes. Fixing your stack of papers you just caught Rooster looking at you again at the very last second over his shoulder. Although you did want to see what this was about before anything else continued without knowing what was going on.

"Rooster." you called out to him before he left out the door. Stopping in his tracks he shamelessly watched you walk over to him. The closer you got he tensed up and stood there at attention.

"Am I going to be a distraction to you?"

"...Permission to speak freely?" he asked with a hint of mischief in his voice. So much for stern expressions.

"Granted."

"Absolutely." he stated. He took a pause and saw you didn't find that very funny, blank stare and all. "Um, no. No distractions here, ma'am. Uh, Captain...Raptor, ma'am." he cleared his throat and sniffed, still looking away from you.

"Are you sure? Because if you're not fit for this mission-"

"No distractions here, ma'am."

You nodded and patted his shoulder. "Good." you say and walk past him. "As you were." you called out, hearing him sigh from inside the room.

-

Two, long hours of frustration, bickering between the pilots, and losing count of whoever got how many push ups later, you came outside to hand out waters. Even if you were slightly annoyed you still had to build trust with this new squad you've been assigned to. It was Hangman, Bob, Coyote, and Rooster doing their last 35 push ups as the others drearily went back inside for some cold air and to feel their limbs again.

"15 more to go, boys." you said cradling the i've cold water bottles in your arms. In all honesty they wanted to collapse when it was over, but now that a woman has arrived that was out of the question. They all just slowly stood up in collective pained grunts and took the water, Bob being the only one that said thanks before downing it.

You had to admit... watching Rooster's fitted black shirt stretch against his tanned, sweat-glistened biceps during and after those push ups played in loop at the forefront of your brain from the time you came out here to now. The sheer determination on his face to get that shit over with...hm.

Were you really going to risk your career for a tall, hot, sun kissed man that could probably be wanting to sleep with you so he can get an advantage? Absolutely no-

"Do you like pizza?" Rooster's voice--though a bit out of breath--cut through your thoughts like a freshly sharpened knife.

"From time to time. Why?"

He shifts his movements before glancing at the entrance, seeing the other pilots mocking him in the door.

"Perhaps when this week is over-"

"Are you about to ask me out on a date?"

He nods slightly, "Maybe I am."

"Lieutenant."

He took a pause and quirked his head with a small smile. "Yes, I am."

"Bold." you said. "Real bold." you crossed your arms and turned to the door, seeing the others scrambling to get back inside. Heading towards the door you could almost feel him about to say something,

"My office. Two hours."

"You have an office?" he asked with that same damn cheeky smile present in his words, you didn't even need to turn around.

"Three hours."

"Okay, okay, I'm so-" he groaned in frustration. Bad and good. You used your title to your advantage and he just found that so-

-

"Hot." he muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry?" you leaned forward in your chair onto your file-cluttered desk.

He opened and closed his mouth trying to recollect the conversation. "Sorry, what was the question?"

"I asked you, besides yourself, who you think could be fit for this mission." you cocked your head in confusion. "Are you distracted, Rooster?"

"No, ma'am."

"Then answer the question."

"Can't really say. It's a good amount of us who have exceptional abilities. And Hangman." he said. One of the few times he sounded dead ass serious.

"But if you had to pick..." you pressed. You were going to take his words with a grain of salt. This was a test. Over the last three hours you did the same thing with everybody else and ordered them not to tell anybody.

"If I had to pick," he mused, "Besides me, Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy."

"Hm, okay, thank you." you immediately started filling in notes again.

"Um," he muttered, "You never gave me an answer earlier," you looked up at him, "ma'am."

You placed your pen down, standing up from your chair and rounding the desk until you were standing in front of him.

"I have been here for all about a week and you are already trying to make moves on me. I could write you up."

"Will you," he says now looking at you. "Captain?"

The sound of his voice uttering your rank at such a register with intent and a taste of rasp made your jaw clench.

"Should I?" you dared.

"I think you would've already." he challenged.

You hum at that sentiment and head back to your chair. "Yes." you say while writing notes again.

"Sorry?"

"I like pizza and I will go on a date with you." you said as you kept writing. "Do not think this gives you any advantages over anyone else. Because it surely will not."

"If you have a bad time." he says, but his smirk quickly falling upon seeing your unamused expression once again.

"No adavantages, noted."

-

The date went well. It was a nice, fun evening of drinking, eating, dancing, flirting, Bradley occastionally saying "Ma'am" just to get your reaction. The way you kept playfully scolding him when he would act all proper around you ran circles around his mind. Your pencil khaki skirt that was just above the knees bunching up around your thighs with every movement. He wanted to get you out of here as quick as possible.

But at the end of the day, he is still a gentleman. Even if he is strong enough to pick you up against the closest wall and have his way with you.

He offered to take you home since he picked you up from the base. The ride back was relatively quiet but no signs of awkwardness. Just soft jazz buzzing quietly on the radio.

Upon arrival he decided against walking you to your door just in case and not cross any boundaries. You were still his superior, and who was he to think he could sleep with you? He presumes you had a good time but that is it. These things take time.

You thanked him for a nice outing and taking you home. Approaching your door you looked over your shoulder as you unlocked it, turning to face forward before slowly walking in and leaving the door open.

Bradley felt his heart leap out of his chest. Is this really happening? You're...letting him in?

In such a short span of time you could hear him parking and nearly teleport to your door. And as soon as you heard it close, he could not get one word in once your lips locked with his. His hands fell right to your hips to pull you closer. Half of him was completely caught off guard, but the other was making that blood flow right to his pants.

Panting softly as he backed away, he glided his hands down your hips and stopped right at the small of your back.

"Permission to speak freely." he said breathlessly. You'd think he ran a mile.

"Denied." you said in a sing-songy, whispery tone against his lips. His lips pulled into a smirk as he did that tongue-in-cheek gesture again.

"Permission to act freely?" his fingers wandered to the hem of your skirt. Your eyes darted to from his lips to his eyes the second you felt his fingers brushing against your bare thigh.

"...Granted." was the only word he needed to hear to pin you to the closest wall, and slide it up just under your ass. You were facing the wall with your hands planted to keep balance. The warmth of his breath and palms gripping and groping you freely made your knees slightly buckle.

"I won't utter a word until you give me the say-so." he whispered against your ear. You could hear his zipper coming undone and shuffling sounds until feeling his warm, throbbing dick in between your thighs. You both inhaled sharply at this. He pulled at the flesh of your upper thighs for easier access and start thrusting himself against your already soaked underwear.

There was something about not fully seeing your naked body but the lewd image of him sliding between your thighs that could make a grown man cry. It didn't help that your shaky sighs and very slight rocking of your hips were becoming more obvious by the second.

His hands went from your hips to his arms wrapping around your waist, back flush to his chest. He was right, he has not uttered a single word this whole time. Which was only like seven minutes but felt like thirty. He only grunted and sighed as he couldn't take his hands off of you, but he needed more. There was a part of you that did want to see if he could cum like this though. The friction was coated in your own fluids of arousal, and you wondered what his cum would look like on your thighs.

You swear for a split second you could hear him whine against your neck. He held you tighter and moments later you felt a warm liquid trickling down your thighs when his hips met yours. His breathed hitched the second he pulled back. Now it was your turn to be cut off by a kiss. He lightly tapped under your thigh so you could straddle him. Once you were hoisted up into his arms your brain was void of all that superior crap, you just needed him to be inside of you within the next five seconds.

"You can speak freely now," your voice just above a whisper and cupping his jaw, "Lieutenant."

"Wall or chair?" he asked, his tone much more cocky now since you used his rank.

"I gave you permission to act freely, didn't I?"

As if you hadn't said anything but a word, your back met the comfort of the soft living chair next to the couch. After swiftly sliding your underwear off he wasted no time slamming into you and bottoming out, eleciting a choked out and surprised gasp from you.

Both your legs were slung over his shoulder as he went to town and his arms caged you in when his hands gripped both arm chairs. He huffed with every stroke and tried to keep his composure, but you were so wet and nearly slippery he could die smiling.

One glance at your pleasure-contorted face made his movements stutter. You bit your fist to stop yourself from letting the entire neighborhood know what was going on at exactly midnight.

"You close?" his hoarse voice woke you from whatever haze you were falling under. You nodded lazily and whined, now gripping the pillow behind you.

"Are you?" you asked and moved one of your legs to his other shoulder so he could come closer to you.

"Not without your permission." he whispered against your lips, stilling his movements just enough to kiss your g spot. You cursed at the feeling and caressed his cheekbone.

"We will cum together." you said with a kiss, quickly broken when he somehow fucked into you deeper than before. Not even five pumps in you both reached climax. Bradley pulled out just time and made sure to lift your shirt and make a mess on your stomach. You on the other hand were trembling for a few moments before you felt your muscles relax finally.

He carefully peeled himself off of you and helped you stand up, holding your hips for support.

"You sure I won't get an advantages after all this?" he playfully asked. Almost instant teasing regret hits him the second the question comes out his mouth.

"...Denied."

[ugotcooneycrossed]

if i find you in this lifetime (it better be the right time)

alessia russo x reader

w/c: ~1.8k

part 3 of 'what can i do'

pt1: what can i do / pt2: so you feel it too?

a/n: girlie pop decided to break hearts so im mending them- enjoy😭

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Watching her leave hurts- it’s a deep aching that settles low in your stomach and pushes up into your chest and you suddenly feel ill- like you can’t breathe without her here.

The thought that you’ve lost Alessia forever- your person- your sun, stars, and moon- your world. It’s enough to send a wave of nausea all over you again.

It’s not her leaving that hurts, no- what hurts more, is the silence that comes after- it’s radio silent between you two for a while.

In all your time knowing her, you’ve never not talked to each other- whether it be a quick good morning text, or a long conversation during nights before games, where you’re both too nervous to sleep. You always talk.

But now? Now, you’re too afraid to text her to ask if she’s okay, or that you’re sorry and you wish you could take it all back, that you never should have said anything. Because you would rather keep on lying than tell her the truth.

You give her the time she asks for- you wait for her to text you first. She doesn’t though.

Not a single call, text, voice memo- hell, you’d take a letter in the mail at this point- but nothing ever comes.

Suddenly it feels like you’re thirteen again- just having confessed to your best friend you found girls pretty- and then experiencing the most soul shattering heartbreak a thirteen-year-old can feel.

This time though- it feels about ten times as worse.

Knowing she had loved you too- knowing that she was just waiting for you to say something.

You wish you would’ve said something sooner- or nothing at all, you don’t know anymore.

You can’t think. You can’t feel- without her.

When you think of Alessia you’re reminded of home- it’s the only way you can explain it.

The way her smile send a wave a warmth through your body- till you feel your heart swells with love.

The way her touch causes your skin to heat up- goose-bumps trailing after her fingertips.

Maybe it's the way Alessia always seems to catch your eye in a crowded room. Maybe, it's the way she always personally seeks you out in a crowd. Maybe even, it's the way she gently links your arms together- no matter where, or how far you're walking.

Maybe it's just her.

Something about her makes you crazy- it makes your heart beat a thousand times faster, and stop in your chest all at the same time.

She’s your everything.

You can only hope that you’re hers too

She’s your everything.

And now you have nothing.

-

Your saving grace comes in the form of Ella- and not Leah and it leaves you confused, if not a bit hopeful.

I mean if her best friend’s coming to speak to you, it might be something good.

“Hey (y/n).”

Ella on her part- doesn’t let any emotions show, her voice is even and she looks at her feet when she speaks.

“Um hey Ella. How’s-“

“She’s fine. Can I come in?”

You step aside to let her in- looking behind her, craning your neck in hopes that Alessia just might be lurking somewhere behind her.

She’s not.

“Look- I just came here to tell you that she’s fine, she just needs more time.”

“More time? I mean, how much more are we talking, I feel like I’m drowning here Tooney.”

“How do you think she feels?” 

You swallow down the lump in your throat- stepping away from the other girl. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest and you want to curl up and scream.

“Right.”

It’s the only word you can muster, and you whisper it- looking down at the ground to avoid Ella’s eyes.

Ella looks around your apartment and suddenly you feel insecure- there’s tissues scattered everywhere and probably a concerning amount of take out boxes piled in the kitchen.

“Just some advice yeah? Talk to her- well, let her talk first, but just talk to her. I shouldn’t really be saying anything but, she loves you, and I know you love her too.”

“Thanks, Tooney.”

 “Yeah of course.”

Ella nods her head at you, and shuffles closer to your front door- she keeps her hand on the handle and you watch an internal battle play out on her face.

“Maybe give her a call?”

Ella leaves after that.

You’re left alone in your apartment once again- but instead of a deep heart ache that settles in your chest, it’s a glimmer of hope.

-

You don’t call Alessia- you put off the task for a while, still too nervous to even look at her caller ID without panicking.

Instead, you focus on cleaning your apartment- getting rid of the tissues and take away boxes, you’re just glad Tooney couldn’t see in your fridge, if she did, she would’ve seen the extra dessert you ordered Alessia- her favourite from the place you always order from when she comes ‘round.

You know- just in case.

The sun has long gone down by the time you’re done cleaning and you settle into bed after- only now looking at your phone.

Missed Call from ‘lessi love’

Your heart sinks in your chest and you drop your phone in your panic to call her back. All this time waiting for anything and you miss her call by three minutes. Idiot! You open the phone app and your finger hovers over the call button- should you? What if she’s mad, you missed her call?

In your time spiralling over what to do. You get a text from her shortly after.

lessi love to ‘You’

-> hey- I know you’re probably busy and want nothing to do with me anymore, but I’d really like to talk

You to ‘lessi love’

-> lessi I would love to talk

lessi love to ‘You’

-> mine? tomorrow?

You to ‘lessi love’

-> i’ll be there

-

You’re scared of a lot of things in this life.

Spiders.

Snakes.

Birds flying at you when you walk under trees.

And the one girl you’ve truly loved in this world not loving you back.

You’ve had some pretty tough days- and Alessia, has stuck by your side through them all.

She’s been there when you were at your lowest- she’s been there even on the worst kind of days.

The worst day though? Was watching her walk out of your apartment crying.

A million scenarios ran through your head- but her leaving? It never crossed your mind.  

Because how dare you love her- the way she deserves to be loved.

It sounds ridiculous to be so enthralled by someone- so hypnotised by just one person.

You know.

You’ve come to terms with it now though- even if Alessia decides she doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

You’d be okay with that.

You have had the time of your life with her, and you cannot possibly wait your whole life for her- no matter how tempting that sounds.

 -

You feel like a creep- pacing outside Alessia’s apartment, you wipe your hands nervously on your pants and smooth your hair out over again and again.

You must look like a complete and utter fool right now.

The door swings open and you stumble over your feet to stand still.

Alessia looks- well, she looks tired, she’s got bags under her eyes and when she speaks, her voice is hoarse.

“Hey (y/n).”

“Hi Lessi.”

You whisper- eyes softening and face warming up again.

Your resolve to ‘play it cool’ disappears and your chest fills with anxiety again.

You both stand apart from each other- just staring at one another.

Alessia raises her arms up and takes a small step forward.

“Can I have a hug? Please?”

Alessia’s voice cracks and she sounds like she wants to cry again- you must take a while to respond because you watch her face fall, and arms slowly drop again.

Before you can think you dive towards the other girl- arms slotting right under her arms and gripping her shoulders. Her strong arms find their home on you, and she wraps her arms around you.

You both stand in her doorway- just hugging, holding each other so tight.

“I missed you so, so much.”

Alessia whispers into you, and you feel tears wet your neck- you sniffle, tears now rolling down your face too.

“I missed you too­- so, so much, I was going crazy without you.”

“We should probably go inside.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of you make a move to leave and it sends Alessia giggling.

You smile- missing her laugh.

“Okay seriously- let’s go inside.”

Alessia pulls out of the hug first- grabbing your hand instinctively and leading you inside. She pulls you gently to her couch and pushes you down to sit.

Alessia sits tentatively next to you.

A thick silence falls between you and you suck in a breath.

“I-“

You laugh again- both trying to speak at the same time.

“Let me go first- please.”

You nod at her, closing your eyes.

“Look- I’m sorry I completely ignored you for a week. I just- I really needed to think. (y/n)- I think, I think I have always loved you, it just took me a while to get it. And when I did I was scared- like so, so scared. I never wanted to lose you. So, I just pretended. And waited, and waited for you to say something- but you never did. I waited for your love- but the more I waited, the more unattainable you seemed. I tried to forget about you I swear- I love you so much and I never wanted to lose you. I’d rather be just your friend than anything else.”

You reach out to hold her hand- and she gladly accepts.

“Less- I have loved you since the moment I met you, you’re the most important person in my life. I thought you were happy with him- so I never wanted to ruin that for you. I’m in love with everything about you. This week has been the worst week of my life. I never want to go without you again. You’re my everything, I have never loved anyone the way I love you­- I don’t want us to just be friends.”

You’re panting now- chest heaving.

Alessia smiles at you and links your pinkies together.

“You’re my person too- you’re the only one who understands.”

“Does this make us girlfriends?”

“I hope you’re going to ask me properly (y/n).”

“Right. Alessia Russo, will you be my girlfriend?”

You make a dramatic show of getting down on one knee and holding her hand- one hand over your heart, smiling like a lunatic.

“Of course, you weirdo.”

-

“I kind of want desert- you know, from that place I like.”

“Umm we should go back to mine then- I missed you so much that I ordered one every night- in case you’d show up, there’s still one in the fridge.”

[animasola86]

The Magic Toy (2/2)

Notes: Part 2 of The Magic Toy, a continuation of A Scholar and a Pervert.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Double Penetration. Magical sex toys. Mutual masturbation.

Word count: 10.6k

Synopsis: After just having used your special gift from Sebastian, you end up in the Undercroft with him for more toy related shenanigans.

Warning: The horny teenagers are up to no good again and this time they're in the same room!

-- can be read on AO3 too --

The Magic Toy 2/2

(Context: You've just pleasured yourself with your magical toy that is directly connected to the one who gifted it to you: Sebastian, who had to find a quiet place to evade an embarrassing situation before the two of you had some remote mutual masturbation session. When you meet him on your way to the Great Hall, you know you need more and here we are...)

Moments after deciding to indulge in your desires once again, you found yourself kneeling in front of that old couch in the Undercroft, settled right between Sebastian's legs. Both of you hadn't wasted any time in undressing and had simply used a quick spell to get naked, and as you moved closer with your eyes glued to his very real arousal, he watched you with admiration and awe and a little bit of pride as he witnessed you succumbing to your primal needs right in front of him.

He wanted to think that he taught you well, but perhaps this lustful minx had always been inside of you and he had merely awakened it after its long slumber. Whatever the case, he was quite happy with how you had adapted to those new urges and how eager you were to satisfy them.

Leaning back against the couch cushions, he watched you gingerly cradling his cock between your fingers as you seemed to examine it rather thoroughly as if to compare it to the toy that was still in its box, waiting to come into operation as well.

You didn't wait long until you lowered your head and closed your lips around his tip while you moved your fingers to gently massage his balls, a feature the magic item didn't have, and you quite missed the feeling of his heated skin when you would indulge in the shaft-only version. You felt him inhaling deeply and when you looked up, he had closed his eyes and was simply enjoying your touch, letting you do your thing as he waited to become more active later.

You kept lapping at his length until it grew harder in your embrace and when the first precum drops found their way out of him, you licked at them hungrily, causing him to moan softly. Another thing that was different to your toy: it didn't make sounds like he did. And it was these sounds, falling from his slightly parted lips, that would travel through your body like a gentle tidal wave only to gather right between your legs, fuelling your growing desire.

Even though you could have played with his cock a lot longer, you felt a shudder in your groin, telling you to move things along. With one hand around his girth and the other cradling his balls, you then raised your body to clamber onto his lap, straddling him with confidence before you quickly guided his tip towards your entrance.

But before you could finally feel the real deal inside you, he had opened his eyes and got hold of your wrist, and when you looked at him, he grabbed your chin with his free hand and brought his face closer to yours, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he whispered: “Mind if I have a taste as well?”

You gave him a shaky nod and let go of his cock, your hands falling to your sides as you shifted on his lap. His hand slipped right between your legs and his experienced fingers quickly found your throbbing clit as he started rubbing it vigorously. Moaning softly, you leaned back on your arms and grabbed his knees, trying to stay steady as he kept assaulting your wet folds with precise movements.

You felt him dipping his finger in your slick until he prodded at your entrance, and with ease, his digit slipped into you all the way to his knuckle and you squirmed frantically on top of him when he curled it against your soft flesh. The wet sound he produced as he started moving his finger in and out quickly, gently stretching and scratching over your sensitive walls, filled your ears and only added to the sensation pooling inside your stomach.

Breathing heavily, you arched your head back and stared up at the vaulted ceiling, almost falling into the well of bliss already, but before you could, he withdrew his finger, and when you wanted to glare at him for leaving you hanging like that, you saw him licking it with slow and deliberate movements of his tongue, his dark eyes boring into yours. The shiver you felt at just this sight alone was enough compensation and your initial frustration turned into yet another shade of lust.

You dove in then, your hands grabbing his face as you claimed his lips for a heated kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as you pushed yours into his mouth. He grabbed your waist and held you on top of him, slowly moving you back and forth to grind against his erection, and all you could do was moan against his lips as he spread your wetness over his length.

In the midst of your passionate kiss, you felt him moving one hand between your bodies and with a quick push and your subconscious assistance as you mindlessly raised your hips, the head of his cock found its way into your tight channel. Then gravity did the rest as you lowered your body onto him, your walls enveloping him as they basically sucked him in deeper until he was completely buried in your warmth, his tip definitely prodding at your cervix.

You kept kissing him breathlessly, your moans and whimpers swallowed by his eager tongue and lips. His arms snaked around your torso and he pulled you right against his chest, the slight angle change coaxing a groan out of you, as he continued to let his tongue dance around yours hungrily. You quickly felt light-headed and when you eventually leaned back to catch your breath, you looked at him and saw the same passion burning within his eyes.

The both of you clearly were a match made in heaven with how you were willing to devour the other with just your gazes. Mesmerized by his dark eyes, you grabbed the back of the couch on either side of his head and slowly started grinding your hips against him, watching him closely as he reacted to the sensations rushing through both of your bodies while you felt his cock moving within you, pushing and stretching your walls which clenched tightly around him in return.

It was an agonizingly slow rhythm you fell into, but after having him push you to your limits countless times before, you felt a strange sense of glee seeing him squirm beneath you, eager to move more and faster and harder against you, but then being denied that pleasure as all he could do was sit there and hold your waist with his hands and look at you with his lips kiss-swollen and trembling as he watched you moving on top of him with the tiniest of motions.

His breaths were loud and certainly disgruntled as he dug his fingers into your skin, urging you to move things along, but you only grinned at him and relished in seeing him like this. “Be happy I won't tie your wrists and ankles while I'd do Merlin knows what to you,” you whispered slightly hoarsely, remembering the day he had done the same to you.

He chuckled darkly. “Who says I wouldn't like that?” he replied, and in your mind you took his words and committed them to memory for a future adventure as you watched him with a frown, your cheeks burning up even more.

When you focused back on the very present adventure, you brought your hands to his shoulders, gently massaging them at first, before you gripped them firmly as you started moving slightly faster on top of him, feeling your walls tightening around him, the friction intensifying with every motion of your hips.

You still only moved a little up and down on him, just enough to hold the feeling of having him prod against your cervix every time you'd slam your hips back down with a force that caused you both to moan loudly. For a moment you admired his patience, even though you could feel his fingers digging into your waist, and when you finally moved faster you told yourself it was for your own need, because frankly you did indeed need so much more than just those teasing prods.

And so you raised your rear and strained your legs as you held onto him, feeling him almost slip out entirely before you went down hard, your walls holding him in place almost possessively until they were stretched more and more. You quickened your pace and rode him with all the fervour that burned within your stomach. Your noises grew louder, as did his grunts, and the slapping of skin against skin echoed through the vast space.

Despite being finally fucked open by his eagerly throbbing cock, you soon felt your muscles contracting as the first wave of pleasure made its appearance. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned against him and rapidly moved on top of him, the friction igniting a feeling akin to a wildfire spreading through every single nerve, causing your entire body to twitch and shudder.

Your release came to you violently and you cried out as you felt it push out of you, the wet sensation only adding to your desire to keep moving and feeling more of this incredible experience. Feeling more of him. And even though you quite enjoyed being on top, you felt your legs trembling badly and you could barely lift your body as your orgasm kept spasming through you.

He felt your struggles and with a swift motion that you hadn't expected, he picked you up by your waist, pushed you up and himself out of you and then you were lying on your back and he was hovering above you, leaning on his arms and knees, his eyes staring into your soul as he looked down at you.

Your hands first found his face, before they moved down his chest and between your bodies and despite the shaking of your fingers, you managed to grab his soaked length and guide it back into your quivering cunt. He helped the motion by pushing in all the way, filling you up so deliciously you had to close your eyes under the sensation.

Before he started moving again, you felt his lips brushing against your cheek and as you cracked open an eye, you saw him smiling at you, his shallow breaths hitting your damp skin in an almost relaxing and definitely cooling fashion. With him buried within you, your hands moved back to his face and then up into his hair as you pulled him down to you and kissed him demandingly, but lovingly, barely noticing when he started thrusting into you at a slow pace.

As your tongue invaded his mouth to meet his, you felt his hips slamming harder against you, each thrust causing a moan to slip past your joined lips and the couch beneath you to creak dangerously. He kept this up until he had to break the kiss to catch his breath and when he leaned away, he really leaned away and sat back on his knees, his hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him while you draped your legs around him.

He held his movements there for a moment and tilted his head as he watched you with his lips parted and his hair even messier than usual. Yet his eyes were as attentive as ever as they wandered over your body laid out in front of him like that, with your hands resting palm up on either side of your head, your chest rising and falling fast and your breasts moving with every shuddering breath you took.

You always looked the most appealing to him when you were barely holding it together, as sweat covered your skin and your limbs seemed boneless and exhausted. He'd seen you like this on countless occasions and it would still take his breath away every single time he was lucky enough to experience this with you. His hands moved up your torso then and gently caressed your curves, his thumbs teasing at the soft mounds of your breasts. “It should be illegal to look this beautiful,” he whispered with a look into your eyes and he saw you smiling at him almost timidly.

Your hands twitched then and he knew you were eager to sit up and grab him and kiss him again, but your body seemed to protest against any kind of movement, so you opted to just smile at him. “You know, I was just thinking the same thing about you...” you said quietly and licked your lips, your eyes wandering over his strong arms, his broad shoulders, his toned chest and the fine trail of hair leading to where he was currently deeply connected with you.

The feeling of his cock warm and hard between your tight walls, not moving, just resting, felt divine and almost comforting, and you had the sudden urge to hold it in your hands, feel its texture and smell and taste it – and when you realized you could, you opened your eyes wider and a wicked smirk spread over your face. He frowned at the sudden change of demeanour and raised an eyebrow.

“Hand me the box,” you asked him a little breathlessly and chewed on your lips in anticipation. “Please?”

It took him a moment to comprehend your request, before he raised a hand and summoned the desired object to his palm. You quickly grabbed it and freed the magical toy from its silky bed. When the box fell to the stone floor below, you had already cradled his fake cock between your fingers and brought it to your lips. You watched him closely as you began to move your tongue around its tip and you could feel it thrumming against your skin, as if it came back to life through your very touch.

He inhaled sharply then and you still wondered what it must feel like to have two cocks currently being taken care of. He never told you, but he was almost a little too overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling your walls tightening around the real deal while you closed your lips around the toy version.

The magic he had used was coursing through his body, igniting all the nerves and muscles and fibres and cells as if his entire body was set on fire. He could feel it tingling on his skin and itching in his fingertips and it took him everything to not dissolve into a puddle right there and then.

To keep him occupied, he grabbed your waist and sat up a little straighter to allow himself to drive his very real cock into your tightness at a better angle, and when he started moving, you moaned against the toy between your lips, his thrusts moving you up and down the couch. While you kept pushing the life-like item in and out of your mouth, he kept pushing the original in and out of your quivering pussy in an alarmingly fast fashion.

To say you were overwhelmed was an understatement, yet you tried to hold the toy between your shaking fingers while your body convulsed and every muscle was contracting. You felt another wave of pleasure approaching fast and as it did, you let out a muffled cry as you almost bit down on the cock in your mouth because your jaw clenched up slightly.

He grunted at the notion and quickly grabbed it out of your hands, before he leaned over, keeping the rapid rhythm of his hips as he claimed your mouth for a heated kiss that you could barely respond to with your mind overcome by a bright light as the tremors of your orgasm swept over your senses.

The cock-toy rested between your breasts, thrumming and throbbing, and when you felt him twitching within you, his groans swallowed by your mouth, you were pushed to even further heights as he emptied himself deep inside you, his warm seed filling you up while it simultaneously spurted right into your face as he leaned back and held the toy in his hand like an extension of the real thing.

He watched his cum hitting your chin and lips and cheeks and the sight alone would have sent him right over the edge again. You kept your eyes closed and waited for him to finish, your lips parted and your tongue slipping out as if to ask for more, and he gave you more as he pushed the item into your mouth, scraping it over your tongue all the way to the back of your throat where he held it as you fought your gag reflex.

Groaning loudly, you felt him shuddering within you as if he was clenching every muscle to give you even more of his seed, and indeed you felt it hot and sticky as it hit your throat and slid down slowly. Your eyelids fluttered and when he would pull the fake cock out of your mouth, you coughed slightly, before you swallowed the rest of what he had given you.

When you looked at him, you saw him staring at you with warm eyes, admiration and awe and love oozing out of him, and while you tried to lick and wipe his cum off your face, you gave him the same look back, feeling the warmth spreading in your stomach, and it wasn't just his seed settling within you.

It didn't matter how often you would indulge in your urges for each other, it would always end in you realizing how lucky you were with him, and vice versa, as your love for him would only grow the more time you would spend connected like this.

And Sebastian stayed connected like this as he eventually collapsed right on top of you, dropping the magic toy between your bodies and the back of the couch as he did so. Burying his still slightly twitching cock deep into you, he pushed you even deeper into the cushions. You wrapped your arms around him then and held him close, your breaths no longer as frantic, as you slowly came down from the heights of your shared experience.

You didn't know how much time passed as you just lay there like this, his heavy body giving you the comfort you so desperately needed after exerting yourself so much today – and you realized it must still be only noon or early afternoon and yet you had already experienced more orgasms in those few hours than most others would not experience in days or weeks, not that you were comparing yourself to anyone, just the thought alone made you chuckle in a mixture of disbelief and adoration for the skilled boy on top of you.

“I love you, you know that?” you eventually put the warm feeling into words as you rubbed your hands over his broad shoulders.

“I've had some idea,” he said gravelly, his voice low and deep as he mumbled his reply into your collarbone. “And I love you too... I might even love you more...”

You laughed at that. “Impossible!” you exclaimed and shifted slightly beneath him. “I love you more, because you know what? I love you,” you said and pushed one of your hands onto his warm skin as your other moved to your hip where you felt something poking against you, “and I love your cock,” you whispered, gently pushing your hips upwards against him, “and I love your other cock as well!” you added and closed our fingers around the item and lifted it up carefully.

As you gave it a soft squeeze, he leaned back slightly and propped onto one arm while he faced you as you brought the toy to your lips to give it a gentle kiss.

“You have more to love, so I love you more. Case closed!” you concluded with a smirk.

His dark eyes wandered over your face, his gaze a little stoic as he took in your features and your words, before a sly smirk broke from his lips, lighting up his entire face. “Actually,” he said and rolled onto his side, and even though you felt him slipping out as he did that and you already missed the feeling of being filled, he distracted you greatly as he put his big hands on your breasts and kneaded them gently. “I think we are even then. Two for two.”

You watched him with your breath hitching in your throat, before you chuckled. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he replied and leaned his head down to trace the tip of his tongue around your hard nipples, coaxing a series of moans out of you. He halted then and leaned back up, looking at you. “You know, no, you're right, we are not even. I might have two cocks for you to enjoy, but you give me these spectacular tits to taste and your beautiful holes to fill. So, with that logic, I will always love you more because you have way more to love and give.”

You blinked slowly, then rolled your eyes with a laugh. “Can't we just love each other equally?” you asked with a frown as you mindlessly fondled the toy between your fingers.

“Do you love my cocks equally?” he replied instead and watched you with a smirk.

“Of course!” you said quickly. “I mean, hmm. No, I do love the real thing more because it is attached to you, the whole package.” You looked at the item in your hand then. “While it is nice to have this thing with me in my dorm at night, I'd much rather have you lying next to me...”

He gently pried the toy out of your hand and leaned over you, his breath ghosting your lips. “What about having both lie next to you?” he asked hoarsely and softly brushed his lips against yours. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes as you leaned up and deepened the kiss, quickly losing yourself in the sensations of his warm lips and his eager tongue playing with yours as you completely forgot about his suggestion.

Eventually you felt him shifting slightly against you and when he suddenly grabbed your waist and turned you around until you were lying on your stomach, you gasped and tried to look at him over your shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“I'm curious,” he said and brought his lips down to kiss you between your shoulder blades. “Would you be able to tell which one I'm putting into you?”

You shivered at the implication and bit your lip, accustomed to his constant experiments, yet still a little nervous about them. “Let's find out,” you whispered then and turned your head away, breathing deeply as your heart started hammering inside your chest.

You felt his mouth on your shoulder once more before he leaned away and positioned himself behind you. He pulled your hips up slightly, his knees pressing against your thighs as he worked your legs open. Bracing for the inevitable intrusion, you inhaled sharply, but then you felt his hands on your rear, gently stroking your soft flesh with his thumbs teasing between your cheeks.

Of course he was taking his time until you all but forgot about what he had initially planned, yet you were also not complaining. Having him prepare you so thoroughly was one of the things you loved so much about him. He might be rough at times and certainly unpredictable, but he would never willingly hurt you. Pushing your head firmer into the cushions, you focused on his hands exploring the curves of your body until they moved along your thighs and around them to finally tease at your wet folds.

You felt him pulling them apart with his thumbs before he rubbed the inside of your labia with precise motions, coaxing quiet whimpers out of you as you squirmed slightly against his touch. Then his hands diverted and one moved down to focus on your clit, while the other paid more attention to your entrance. His fingers rubbed and prodded, and all you could do was moan softly. When he would dip a finger into your tight opening, you let out a whimper, feeling your walls clenching around his digit immediately.

He pushed deeper and moved faster while he rubbed your nub almost feverishly. Tremors rushed through your legs and more moans escaped you as the tension within built and built. He added another finger and started stretching your walls as he caressed you from the inside, his knuckles brushing against your folds while he pushed as deep as possible, and you squirmed at the sensation, suddenly remembering how he'd had his entire hand in your pussy once.

The thought alone made you shiver and it weren't all good shivers. You hoped he wouldn't repeat that particular incident, yet in your position, you couldn't really do anything against it. With your heart beating faster and your breaths loud and hot as you buried your face in the cushions of the couch, you felt him opting to add another finger and with three of his long slender digits inside you, you felt already so full, but you knew he wouldn't stop there.

Yet instead of stretching you even more by pushing deep, he pulled his fingers out and hooked them into your clenching hole, holding it open, and the image of him inspecting you so closely let goosebumps ripple over your skin like waves. You couldn't help but squirm against him and when he would let go and let your entrance relax again, you sighed deeply. But the relief didn't last long, because he – and you – then remembered what he had wanted to do all along.

He pushed his cock in – and just from that motion, you had no idea if it was the real deal or not, all you felt was him stretching you, your walls clenching tightly around him as he slipped in almost all the way, before he pulled back and repeated the same movement over and over again until your walls had slightly adjusted to the intrusion. Yet the friction also caused your head to become completely empty and so you really couldn't care less about how he was fucking you right now.

Yet him being the scholar that he was, he had to know. So you felt him folding his body over yours while almost pulling out of you, making it extra hard to distinguish between the detached toy and its original. “And? What do you think? Which one is it?” he asked quietly, his voice right in your ear, making it even more difficult to form any coherent thought.

You let out a whimper and turned your head only a little to catch his face out of the corner of your eye. “I... I don't know...” you breathed barely audible.

“Try pushing it out,” he told you and it took you a moment to follow his words before you deliberately clenched your walls around whatever was pushed halfway into your tight channel. Yet you couldn't tell if you couldn't move it because it was attached to a strong body that made it impossible to push out or if you were just too weak to move anything on your own.

“I... can't,” you whispered. “I don't think I can...”

“So you're saying it's my cock, the real one?”

“I don't know...” you replied, working your muscles again, but nothing happened. “I really can't tell...”

When he then suddenly sank his entire length into you, prodding your cervix with an eerie precision that made you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, you could certainly tell that it was the real deal as you felt his balls pushing against your folds. While you moaned and whimpered as he kept repeating that motion again and again, you felt his lips on your cheek, before he leaned back and grabbed your hips, picking up the pace yet another notch as he slammed his pelvis against your arse relentlessly.

You melted into the cushions and forgot about everything as soon as another orgasm crashed over you, rendering your body boneless and your mind empty, as your walls tightened around him, squeezing and pumping him while he kept driving himself in and out in a remarkably steady rhythm until you heard his groan echoing through the Undercroft.

Yet when you expected him to give you that final thrust right before he would empty himself within you like he usually did, a motion that would always add to your own pleasure, he suddenly pulled out, only to push back in again, yet this time you were sure he had put the toy inside you as he pushed it deeper than his cock would normally reach, even if it was just an inch or two.

You felt the object prodding right against your cervix and definitely beyond, causing your knees to shake violently beneath you as you arched your back and cried out in nothing but bliss (with a bit of pain) as he shot his load right into your womb, the warmth spreading further than usual as you moaned and writhed against the sensation.

But what you thought was the pinnacle of pleasure, was nothing compared to what followed while you were still blinded by your combined releases. Because suddenly the pressure was back and you felt a sharp pain as he stretched your entrance first with his fingers, then by forcing his cock past it and right next to the toy wedged deep inside you. You'd had the pleasure of experiencing both at once before and despite the haze clouding your mind, you remembered the pain and soreness that had come during and afterwards.

Squirming violently against him, whining and wailing quietly, you tried to keep him from moving by clawing at his leg, but he only put a hand on your lower back and rubbed soothing circles into your skin, and somehow it relaxed you enough to just let it happen. But it didn't ease the pressure you felt when he would slip into your tight channel and the toy would push against your walls painfully as he stretched you more than you were comfortable with.

Whimpering soundlessly as tears started pouring out from behind your lashes, you succumbed to the sensation and only when he moved his finger to rub tight circles around your clit and then started moving within you, did you start to adjust to having two cocks inside you. They filled you up so much, rubbing against each other and your walls, both of them scraping over your pleasure points and against your cervix and all of it quickly overwhelmed you enough to forget about the pain the double penetration brought along.

You felt your muscles contracting and as you dug your fingers into the lumpy couch, holding on for dear life, you experienced the constant up and down of your orgasm with every cautious thrust of his hips. It started with pain that jolted through you like lightning, only to explode in pleasure as a blinding light engulfed you. And it built and built and quickly took over your body and soul.

And you moaned and whined and squirmed and writhed while he drove his length in and out with the toy lodged in place as it was pushed forwards with every slam of his pelvis against your soft rear, always hitting the same spots that made your head spin more and more.

You almost felt your consciousness slipping at one point as you became too exhausted to even utter a single sound any more, but then his hands were on your hips, snaking around your chest, closing around your breasts until you were pulled into an upwards position.

The new angle sent a barrage of stinging pain through you as it seemed to move things around inside you that should not be moved that way and you surprised yourself when a long, agonized scream broke from your trembling lips, echoing eerily through the Undercroft.

And suddenly the pressure was gone as he put you back down and pulled out immediately. You were still too shaken to do anything, but you could feel him prying the toy out of you as well, before he wrapped his arms around you and held you close, his voice whispering soothing nothings into your ear.

“I'm sorry,” was the first thing that registered in your clouded mind and you didn't quite know why he would say that, you were too numb to feel anything at this point.

He gently rolled you around, then pressed you against his chest as he lay down beside you, his strong arms holding you tightly, but carefully. You gingerly raised a hand and moved your fingertips over his skin, then heard him issuing a relieved sigh, before you felt his lips on your damp forehead.

“Are you okay?” he whispered and with your face so close to his throat, you felt him swallowing hard.

You inhaled deeply and slowly your body came back to you. Your walls were clenching around nothing now, probably still a little too stretched to go back to normal just yet, but the pain was bearable without the pressure of the unusual intrusions. “I'm fine,” you whispered hoarsely and pressed your lips against his neck to underline your words.

He leaned you back a little to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and still very much concerned. “I'm sorry I hurt you...”

Shaking your head, you moved your hand up to cup his cheek. “It's okay --”

“No, I... I keep pushing you past your comfort zone and I really shouldn't be doing that...” he said quietly and you saw him clenching his jaw as he lowered his eyes.

“Sebastian,” you whispered and waited for him to meet your gaze. When he did, you gave him an exhausted but genuine smile. “It is okay, really. I'll be fine, you know I can handle much worse...”

“But you shouldn't,” he insisted, his voice low and slightly hoarse. “I shouldn't treat you like this, I should love you and cherish you and do all the things you want to do instead of these stupid experiments...”

You snaked your other hand up and grabbed his face firmly. “But you do,” you whispered. “You are doing all the things I want to do --”

“So you wanted to scream in agony just now?” he said darkly, working his jaw with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, that came unexpected, but yes, generally, I want to do what you want to do! I want to spend every single minute of the day with you and I want to experience all these things with you and only you and I don't want to be anywhere but by your side! And I love the fact that you are so eager to learn new things and try them out with me, really, I do,” you said with a somewhat firm voice despite the shaking that had settled in your limbs.

He listened to you intently, the shadow slowly pushed aside to be replaced by a softer expression. You kept caressing his warm cheeks and when you were done, you leaned in and brushed your lips against his.

“And if I may remind you,” you whispered against his mouth, holding his gaze. “I love you, unconditionally, with every fibre of my being. I am yours, Sebastian,” you concluded and you noticed his eyes widening a little when you said that. “All of me and I want you to use all of me,” you added and felt your cheeks blushing. “However you see fit...”

He raised his eyebrow at that, his lips parting slightly, but he didn't say anything yet. His eyes wandered over your face as if he was committing every detail to memory. “Are you done monologuing?” he then asked and a smirk broke from his mouth.

You scoffed in playful indignation and pushed your fingertips against his jaw as you let go of his face. He chuckled, then moved in to plant his lips against your cheek.

“Sorry, I love your monologues,” he whispered and kept kissing your jaw all the way down your neck. “I love every single word that comes past those beautiful lips... and I am honoured that you are mine, you have absolutely no idea. You are my... most prized possession... and you make me the happiest human being on this planet by allowing me to... use you...”

He accentuated his last words by gently grazing his teeth over your pulse before he actually sank them into your skin, coaxing a soft whimper out of you as he marked you. You felt his tongue lapping at the bruise and then his lips as he kissed the spot gently.

“Thank you,” he whispered and you cuddled against him as he leaned back to look at you. His hand moved up to push a strand of hair out of your forehead as he watched you quietly.

What could have been a tender, peaceful moment was slightly disrupted by the unpredictability that you apparently loved so much about him. A smirk crept onto the corner of his lips and with a swift motion of his arm, he had produced the magic toy that you also loved so dearly you would even accept it to hurt you. You inhaled deeply as he held it in front of his face as if to examine it and you saw it throbbing and glistening.

“You know, I wonder if it had hurt less if I had put this up your pretty little bum,” he then said and his words, as lewd and unexpected as ever, caused you to shiver deeply.

“Sebastian!” you exclaimed with a noise that could have been a laugh or a very startled cough.

He grinned at you. “That's one thing we never tried,” he said and lowered the toy to look at you. “What do you think?”

You took a shuddering breath and bit your lip. “Not today...” you whispered, your body already protesting just from thinking about whatever he might have planned to make that idea a reality.

“But you would try it?” he asked, his eyes lighting up immediately. “Really?”

“I would go against my own words if I would deny you this now, wouldn't I?” you said quietly.

He looked a bit more serious then. “You know you are still entitled to say no, right? I do not want to force you to do anything!”

“I know,” you whispered and leaned up to first press your lips to the toy he was still holding, then past it to give him a soft peck on the cheek. “But I meant what I said. I want to experience these things with you... and I know that if I don't like it, you will not push me further. I trust you.”

He dropped the toy then to grab your face with both of his hands, eagerly pushing his lips to yours for a quick but heated kiss. “You are perfect, you know that?”

“I've had some idea,” you replied with a smirk and claimed his mouth for another kiss while your hand searched around blindly until you could feel your fingers brushing against your precious toy.

Grabbing it firmly you noticed him flinching against your lips before he leaned back and watched you curiously, clearly wondering what was going on in that pretty head of yours. Your words, however, surprised him massively.

“You know, I think I cheated you out of an orgasm just now...” you whispered, starting to move your thumb over the tip of the toy.

He frowned at that, eager to remind you that it had been his own fault for pushing you too far, but you seemed too determined to accept that as you kept fondling his fake cock between your fingers. “You really want to go again, after... what I just did to you?” he asked quietly, watching you closely.

You tilted your head slightly, leaning against him as your eyes wandered over his face. “Yes,” you said firmly. “Make me feel good again, Sebastian.”

He clenched his jaw then and his mind was racing. Of course he wouldn't say no to such an offer and he immediately went through his catalogue of potential ways of coaxing all these different noises out of you, but then he thought back to your scream and your words and this whole encounter.

So when he eventually decided on what to do, you were too surprised to say anything. You watched him untangle his limbs from around you and get up from the couch, before he would grab his wand and walk a few feet towards the other corner of the Undercroft, and then you saw him conjuring a large bathtub, with steaming water and foam and soap bubbles filling the air around it.

Once he was done setting it up, he returned to the couch and swiftly picked you up, cradling you in his arms as you cradled your toy in your hands, and brought you to the bath where he would set you down gently until half of your body was submerged in the warm water that was surprisingly soothing on your slightly aching muscles.

Inhaling deeply, you leaned back and let the water flow around you as you watched him with a soft smile playing around your lips. “Aren't you coming in?” you then asked, and when you would playfully dunk the toy in the warm water he'd flinch and give you a deep chuckle.

“I'm already right there,” he said with a nod towards the magic item as he knelt down beside the tub, leaning his folded arms on the edge.

You looked up with a frown. “It's not the same...”

“Trust me, I really shouldn't be in there,” he told you, despite feeling the urge to do just that grow stronger by the second.

“Why not?” you asked rather innocently.

His eyes were on you. “Because I just couldn't control myself...” he whispered, licking his lips as his gaze wandered over your naked form and how the water splashed softly around your curves and glistened on your skin. “I want you to feel good again... and not be ravished into oblivion or worse...”

You opened your mouth at that, your eyes boring into his before you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. “Who says I wouldn't like that?” you then whispered and he just issued a loud exhale through his nose, while smirking at you darkly.

He was about to find more reasons against your request, but then you bent your knees and let your legs fall over either side of the tub, leaving your centre exposed and open, and as he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering right to your perfect pussy, he saw it before he felt it as you pushed the enchanted toy against your entrance and with only a little flinch, shoved it all the way into your tight little space.

He groaned quietly and gripped the edge of the tub with shaking fingers, feeling your walls tighten around his detached length deliciously. You kept chewing on your lip as you started moving it in and out slowly, your hips stuttering under the sensation. He watched you quietly, feeling his real cock spring back to life slowly with every snap of your wrist against your folds. Swallowing hard, he stood up slowly and noticed your eyes following his every move.

He gave you one last glance, asking if this was really what you wanted, and you understood immediately and nodded. With a deep sigh, he then clambered into the tub with you, sitting opposite you as he snaked his long legs under yours and put his feet on either side of your hips. You watched him with your eyebrows furrowed, your face flushed and your gaze a little confused.

“Just keep doing what you're doing, love,” he told you with a smile. “I'm right here.”

This wasn't what you had expected but it was better than nothing, because now you could watch him as he closed his hand around his cock and started pumping it at the same pace as you pushed the toy in and out of your tight channel. With your breaths quickening, you eventually felt your hand cramping as you kept a firm grip on the base of the item but the water made it quite slippery to hold.

He saw your struggles and with a swift motion, he moved closer, his bent knees brushing against your legs, before he gently grabbed your wrist with his free hand to assist you, only to completely take over and move the fake cock by himself as you lowered your hands and simply watched him in awe, moaning quietly under his ministrations.

With his real cock in one hand and the toy in the other, he quickly felt overwhelmed once more and it only got worse when he suddenly felt your nimble fingers moving over the inside of his thighs as you were determined to assist him now. He let it happen and focused on bringing you pleasure while he let you close your fingers around his hardening arousal.

With the water splashing around you, you kept squeezing and pumping him while he pushed the enchanted object faster in and out of your quivering cunt and you both started moaning and groaning quickly as pleasure built within your bodies.

You watched him intently, noticing every little twitch in his face as he was consumed by the sensations, and once you met his dark eyes, breathing heavily, you had the urge to lean in, and when he did the same only seconds later, your mouths collided with a smack as you kissed him passionately. He scooted slightly closer and deepened the kiss with his tongue frantically circling yours as you both worked against the other faster and harder.

Your moans were swallowed by his eager mouth and his groans vibrated on your tongue as you quickly lost yourself in the feeling of his captivating lips and confident prods and pushes. You barely registered the twitching of your thighs and the shuddering of your body, but you felt his movements, the throbbing of his cock in your hands, the jerk that made his hips buck against your touch, and then, as he grunted against your lips, you felt him spasming and his seed pushed out of him and disappeared into the water.

You kept kissing him even though he had halted his movements against you for a moment, trying to catch his breath despite having his mouth still claimed by your eager lips, and once he regained his composure, you felt him gripping the toy with nimble fingers before he worked it even more vigorously against you, determined to push you over the edge next.

Now it was your turn to moan into his mouth as the tension in your stomach exploded into a million little lights that blinded you for a long moment before you thrashed your head back and threw your arms up as you collapsed against the back of the tub, your heart thundering inside your chest as the water splashed around you. He kept pushing the toy in and out through the tremors of your body, causing your hips to stutter and your thighs to twitch and your toes to curl up painfully.

You were too boneless and your mind too fuzzy to register that he eventually pulled the toy out and moved closer until he gathered you in his arms and pulled you chest first against him. Then he leaned back and stretched his body the length of the tub, your motionless form resting on top of him.

“Do you feel better?” you heard him whisper softly, his voice vibrating through you in a calming fashion.

With your eyes closed, you somehow managed to shift against him, your arms snaking around his torso, your cheek pressed to his chest, your ear right over where his heart was beating fast and hard. “Yes...” you breathed against him, still feeling that captivating heat tingling between your legs.

With how you lay on top of him, you realized your rear was practically floating on the warm water, your cheeks exposed to the colder air around you, but it was the most soothing feeling you'd ever felt, especially after having worked your pussy so relentlessly today. Surely it didn't come close to that day he had pushed your body to its limits for what had felt like hours, but it had still been quite the workout.

No matter how much you loved it, having two of your favourite things to play with definitely seemed to take its toll on you.

You felt his hands moving over your back, his fingertips grazing your skin as they worked their way to your round cheeks. Coaxing a whispered gasp out of you, he grabbed your arse and started massaging it with eager fingers. You inhaled deeply, smiling to yourself at the feeling, and leaned against him, tightening your arms around him.

While you relaxed more and more, the warm water moving lazily against your bodies, his body heat so comforting and his touch almost mesmerizing, the fog inside your head lifted slowly – and frankly, you didn't think that was a good thing. And even though you didn't want to ruin the soft moment you two shared, you felt the need to voice your concerns.

“We probably missed a lot of classes, huh?” you mumbled into his chest, your cheek squished against him, and felt him shaking as he gave you a deep chuckle.

“That's what you're worried about?” he asked quietly.

“I wish I could spend all my days with you like this,” you replied and pressed your lips against his warm skin. “But we are still in school... and with the exams approaching...”

“Oh love, shush!” he grumbled and pinched your bum playfully, making you squeak and flinch slightly. “We'll catch up, don't worry. You picked a good day to be extra horny, it was only History of Magic we missed...”

“Oh, well, then...” you muttered under your breath as you moved your hands along his back and suddenly felt something brush against your knuckles. You felt him stiffening slightly as you closed your hand around the toy that had been unceremoniously discarded after it had brought about your current state.

Shifting against him but not moving away from his hands still working on your arse cheeks, you managed to bring his fake cock to lie beside you on his chest and when you tilted your head up, you noticed him watching you curiously, his eyebrows raised and a smirk playing around his lips. “What are you up to now?” he asked hoarsely.

“Nothing,” you said in earnest and smiled at him, while you cradled the toy in your hand and held it carefully to your chest as if it were indeed a beloved pet in need of some cuddles.

“You know, I would be really jealous if that wasn't my cock...” he told you with a frown and a crooked smile and you could hear the sincerity behind his words. You were about to reassure him that nothing could replace the real deal, when a mischievous twinkle settled in his dark eyes. “I was thinking...” he started and tilted his head, the tip of his tongue moving along his bottom lip.

Your turn to frown as you leaned up slightly to better look at him. “Yes?”

“As much as I love it when you use that thing to satisfy your needs, I think it's a little unfair,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through his and your body.

“Unfair? What do you mean?”

“Well, you can use it whenever you want and I have to comply, not that I am complaining, really, but what if I wanted to satisfy my needs? Play around with something of yours?” The smile he gave you was almost sinister and as he asked his last question, he dug his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of your arse.

You squirmed slightly and felt your mouth fall open. “Like what?”

“Hmm, a replica of your beautiful bum?” he said quietly and let go of it only to smack his hands on your cheeks, causing your body to sway against him and the water to splash around you.

The shriek you issued was muffled as you pressed your mouth to his chest. “Or perhaps... a mould of your other mounds...” he went on and his hands found your waist before he swiftly spun you around and you could barely hold onto the toy as he snaked his arms under yours and grabbed your breasts, pushing your back against his chest while he started fondling them eagerly.

“These would make for great pillows,” he explained with a chuckle, while you were hardly able to react to either his suggestion nor his touches. “Would you like that?” he whispered, his lips close to your ear now as he pulled you up a little, your nipples hardening quickly under the ministrations of his fingers. “Doesn't this feel nice?”

“Yes...” you breathed with your mind clouding up all over again.

“Just imagine it,” he continued and you weren't sure if it was his fingers rolling your nipples between them or his soft voice vibrating through you that caused the heat to rush back between your legs. “You are in bed at night, missing me dearly, and while you play with my cock, I can fondle your tits and show you how much I miss you too...”

You closed your eyes and felt them rolling back as the first moan escaped you. “Yes...” you said again, unable to form any coherent thought under the image and the very real touches. “Sounds... mhmm...”

“Good?” he asked with a chuckle and continued kneading your breasts. You nodded and started rubbing your backside against his front, the toy in your hand being squeezed unconsciously. Of course he felt your tight grip and when he leaned in and brushed his lips against your ear, you shuddered deeply. “Put it in,” he told you and his words alone coaxed another moan out of you.

With nimble fingers you obeyed and brought the magically enhanced cock near your entrance once more. You were still or already worked up enough to allow it to dip in without any struggle and when you felt it slipping deeper, stretching you and filling you up and gliding right where it belonged, you moaned and whimpered, licking your lips as he simultaneously groped and massaged your tender tits.

Instead of moving it in and out, you put it in all the way and kept your hand in place, you even clenched your thighs together, rubbing your rear against the real deal behind you in the process. And soon enough it worked its magic and started thrumming and vibrating inside you, making you squirm and moan and the water around you to splash about loudly, most of it now on the stone floor of the Undercroft.

Sebastian held you in place, his hands palming your breasts as you thrashed your head back into his shoulder, your eyes squeezed shut and your lips parted and trembling, more and more noises falling from them. He kept grinding his front against your rear and you felt his real cock hardening between your cheeks.

“Now imagine having my cock in your tight little arse,” he whispered and his lewd words only intensified your experience as he pushed against you at the same time. “Both of my cocks filling you up and moving within and giving you all these... feelings...” His voice was low and he seemed to struggle to utter them as well as you both kept moving against each other, your entire body on fire as he stimulated all your senses.

The toy vibrated inside you more and more, shuddering against your walls with a force you hadn't experienced before, your hand cramping against your folds as you did your best to keep it in. Your stomach tensed up badly, your moans and whimpers louder and quicker, and you felt so light-headed and overstimulated as he continued to pinch your nipples and rub against your rear and whisper dirty words into your ear.

It was when he groaned behind you that your orgasm crashed over you with such a power you were sure your soul had left your body for a moment as you were engulfed by the brightest light yet, the worst and best tremors ever as your limbs twitched and shuddered, and in your frenzy you jerked your hips upwards, your hand slipped and amidst your overwhelming release you barely felt the magic toy slipping out of you.

It all went so fast, you were still floating on your high when you heard him issuing a pained grunt and his movements against you halted. “Fuck...” he cursed loudly and inhaled sharply.

You took a deep breath, your body was barely responding, but in your mind you registered his discomfort and slowly turned your head to him. “What's... wrong?” you whispered, your voice hoarse and shaking and barely audible.

“I once again...” he grunted and gave you a strained chuckle, “underestimated the power of your pussy...”

You frowned and when the haze slowly lifted and you came back to yourself, you shifted against him to fully look at him. “What do you mean?”

Instead of telling you, he raised one hand from your chest and pointed ahead. You followed his outstretched finger and took a look into the dimly lit, vast space of the Undercroft with its stout pillars and damp walls and cold stone floor. Not to mention the array of discarded crates and barrels and old furniture littered about, and suddenly you saw it, quite a distance away from the bathtub. Covered in dust and cobwebs. The magic toy, writhing slightly on the floor.

“What... no!” you exclaimed and already sat up, ready to retrieve it, rescue it, but he held you back by grabbing your waist. “Did I do that?” you asked breathlessly.

He chuckled softly and moved one hand between your legs, his fingers dipping into your still throbbing wetness, your clenching walls completely unaware of the force with which they had pushed out the intruder. “Indeed you did...”

“I'm sorry!” you told him and turned your head to him. “I didn't mean to...”

“I know, don't worry,” he replied and pressed his lips against your temple. “My own fault for pushing all your buttons at once, eh?”

You blushed deeply and gave him a shy smile that made him lean in and claim your mouth for a deep kiss. You raised your hand and held his face. “Did it hurt?” you whispered against his lips, your eyes full of concern as you watched him. “Does it hurt?”

“It's fine,” he whispered back. “You might have to check for bruises though,” he added with a smirk.

He might not have expected it, but you moved immediately, squirming out of his hold to kneel between his legs, the water splashing about some more until there was barely any left. You bit your lip as you put your hands gingerly around his real cock, carefully examining it with your fingers sliding over his heated skin, along the bulging veins and the agitated tip. You felt him flinching under your ministrations, causing you to look up in alarm.

“What is it?” you asked, very concerned about his well-being.

He inhaled deeply and smiled at you. “Give it a lick and find out,” he told you with a wink, leaning his arms on the edge of the tub as he watched you with a gaze full of dark amusement, and after your initial disbelief and a slight rolling of your eyes, you did as he had said and lowered your head towards his tip. You had barely closed your lips around it and extended your tongue as he started twitching against you.

Gasping in surprise, you felt the thick ropes of cum spurting into your mouth, hot and heavy on your tongue, filling you up so much that you had to lean back and let him continue to come on your chin and neck and chest. While you swallowed his seed with heavy gulps, you kept watching him shoot his load all over the front of your body. And you let him, even though you usually didn't like finding clumps of dried cum between your breasts hours later.

But you felt as if you owed him this after making his magic toy fly through the Undercroft like that. That poor thing... But apparently he didn't seem to have taken any damage, it all seemed to work just fine, maybe even a little too much.

Once he was done and spent and empty, or so you hoped, you looked up at him, moving your tongue around your soiled mouth. His eyes were even darker as he stared at you, taking in this rather unfamiliar sight of you covered in his cum. You saw him inhaling deeply and then he moved in and cupped your face and pressed his mouth against yours. You whimpered against his lips, but kissed him back quickly, overwhelmed by the sudden outburst of emotion.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he grunted against you before he pushed his tongue into your mouth and kissed you until you felt boneless and light-headed all over again. Putty in his hands, you barely registered how he leaned away and gathered you in his arms, definitely not minding his seed rubbing all over him as he pulled you against his chest.

While you took deep breaths to regain your composure, you noticed him lifting a hand and with a flick of his finger the water level in the tub rose up until its warmth engulfed you both almost completely, soothing your aching muscles and washing away the evidence of his last eruption. As you relaxed against him, your thoughts went back to the dirty toy lying on the floor, unloved and forgotten.

“Do you think it'll be alright?” you whispered against him, really dreading the thought of having damaged your favourite toy.

He chuckled and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Don't worry, I'll make you a new one... if you allow me to make a mould of your breasts.”

You groaned in fake displeasure, but then moved said breasts against him and smiled to yourself at the prospect of having him fondle them remotely. “Fine, if you insist...”

End notes: I honestly cannot for the life of me write shorter smut, I am so sorry! This got even longer than I had anticipated. And I could have gone on and on, but I had to end it somewhere, so I hope you don't mind this rather abrupt ending.

By the way, the idea for making a mold of her breasts and the general idea of making him have something to use "against" her came from @msiecrane and @amberlide - thank you both so much for your input! :D

So with that in mind, this will certainly get even more parts one day, the possibilities are endless! Pranks? Anal? Him tied to the bed? These are all things that will happen! (They are already happening in my head...)

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