#even with how wide they were.. your eyes held something darker. hungrier

[autumnalsteahouse]

who wants to see my ren fair fit

[chubbyhl]

Vault Fic #2 - The First Stuffing

Hi all -- my girlfriend suggested I post another installment of the “vault fic” aka the feedee Louis fic I started writing a year ago and never finished or showed anyone, but people seem to dig it now. I got some suggestions from awhile back to post more content from it, and people seemed to really like the idea of Louis’s first stuffing, so here you are! A nice long one. Happy Chubby Friday, and enjoy! Please note - this is a feederism centric fic. It won’t be for everyone. Also contains some unrealistic eating for entertainment purposes, don’t try this at home lol. 

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“I forgot if you put this on your list, but this one my favorite recipes to make,” Harry said. He pulled on two oven mitts and then kneeled down, grabbing the hot dish and pulling it out. He set it on the stove and then closed up the oven, waving to the dish, “It’s five cheese baked mac and cheese. I put a bit of everything in it. White cheddar, sharp cheddar, parmesan, asiago, Swiss…and then some bacon bits, because why not.”

“Oh, that sounds so good,” Louis said, “Probably good I’ll have leftovers of that, too.”

Harry just looked at him, and then smiled, shaking his head.

“Oh, no no,” he said, “This is all for tonight.”

Louis blinked at him.

“Harry, you can’t be serious,” Louis said, “That thing could feed a family of eight.”

“That’s exactly the serving size, yes,” Harry said. He took off his gloves and waved at the dish, “Give it a minute to cool off and then we can start.”

“Harry,” Louis said, “You – you can’t expect me to eat all of that.”

“Well,” Harry shrugged, “I mean, I’ll take you having half at this point. But at some point, I’m going to make this and you’ll definitely have all of it.”

Harry kept moving around the kitchen, getting out dishes and some glasses, and Louis kept staring at the dish of macaroni. What had sounded so delicious a few minutes now loomed in front of him like his personal white whale, something Harry was expecting him to finish. Or at least, finish half of it, when Louis wasn’t even sure he could finish half a regular serving size.

Harry turned around and caught him staring, and smiled softly and came over. He tucked Louis’s cheek into his hand and kisses his forehead.

“How are we feeling?”

“Like you’re fucking with me,” Louis said, “You said today would be easy.”

“Yes, and most of today has been,” Harry said. He held up a hand, ticking down his fingers as he started a list, “Breakfast, just a bowl of cereal. A large bowl, but that’s it. Then some apple and Nutella, then a couple chicken sandwiches, and then a bagel with peanut butter. And lots of Coke.”

“Thank you for reminding me,” Louis grumbled.

“Hey, hey, that’s all easy stuff,” Harry teased, “You didn’t expect me to not spoil you at least a little today, did you?”

Louis wrapped his hands around himself, looking down. He swallowed weakly, and Harry tucked a hand under his chin and lifted him to look at him.

“Hey, it’s alright, love,” Harry said, “Seriously, just eat what you think you can. But I would be very, very happy if you had half this dish. Like, you have no idea how thrilled I would be.”

Louis glanced at the dish of the pasta again, and then back at Harry. The other man was looking at him firmly, but his eyes were wide and kind, and Louis tried to remember why he was here in the first place. The Kink, yes, but also, he liked Harry. Harry was funny and sweet and cared about him. He wasn’t going to push Louis too far past his boundaries. He would be fine.

So eventually Louis nodded and murmured out “okay,” and Harry grinned and kissed him again before going to grab everything and set it on the kitchen.

Louis sat at the table, right next to Harry’s own seat. Harry poured him a tall glass of water, and then pulled the casserole dish a bit closer to the two of them. He had laid a big spoon next to the dish, and picked it up, glancing at Louis.

“Want me to feed you?” Harry asked, “Not going to lie, I’ve been dying to do that all day.”

“Yeah,” Louis said quickly, “Sure.”

Harry smiled, and then dipped into the dish. The spoon cracked past the crispy layer of baked cheese and breadcrumbs at the top, and Louis licked his lips, which made Harry smile.

“Hungry?”

“I could eat,” Louis said. He was only a bit hungry, maybe enough for a snack, at most, because he’d been eating for a lot of the day. But he could still eat, so he was going to.

Harry grinned, and then picked up the spoon, loaded down with pasta and cheese.

“Okay, open up,” Harry said, and then softened when Louis did so, “Good boy.”

Louis flushed in spite of himself, and let Harry tuck the spoon into his mouth. He chewed, closing his eyes as he tasted it. It was creamy and so, so rich, and he hummed happily as he ate it.

“Wow, oh, man,” he said once he had swallowed, “That’s so good, holy shit.”

“Thanks,” Harry grinned, “I’ve made this more times than I can count and I haven’t gotten any complaints yet.”

“You making your mac n cheese for other boys?” Louis asked as Harry got another spoonful ready.

“That’s funny,” Harry said flatly, “Open up.”

Louis did, letting Harry give him another delicious spoonful. This would be no problem, he thought. The food was so good, surely he was hungrier than he originally thought.

Harry kept tucking pasta into his mouth, smiling at each bite Louis took.

“Doing good, love,” Harry said, “Still taste good?”

Louis nodded and smiled, letting Harry feed him. He took sips of water in between, enough to help him swallow but not enough to get him too full. Harry looked far too pleased with himself as he fed the other man, his movements as steady as his encouragement.

And then, he hit his first wall.

With a quick glance at the dish, he could tell he had only had about a regular serving and a half of the dish, and he was already full. Like, very full. Like he was having trouble chewing the mouthful Harry had just given him.

The other man watched, carefully, and frowned when Louis swallowed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and Louis shrugged.

“I – I’m full, s’all,” Louis said.

“Ah,” Harry nodded, “I see.”

He set down the spoon and nodded towards Louis.

“Lift up your shirt, pet.”

“Um,” Louis said, “What?”

“Lift up your shirt,” Harry repeated, his voice growing a bit firmer. Louis swallowed weakly, and then did what Harry asked and lifted up the hem of his t-shirt.

When he glanced down his stomach was a bit rounded, mostly bloated-looking more than anything. Harry reached out and tugged down the hem of Louis’s sweatpants, under the curve of his stomach. Then he put his hands on the warm skin of Louis’s belly and started rubbing, pressing in firmly. Louis groaned, hiccupping weakly as Harry put pressure on his full belly. Harry just watched him, and kept rubbing, then hooked his thumb into Louis’s belly button and held the curve of his stomach with the rest of his finger and gave his belly a firm jiggle. Louis gasped weakly and then covered his mouth with his hands, trying to stifle a burp working its way through his throat. Harry rubbed his stomach harder and then gave it a gentle pat.

“Any better?” he asked, and Louis blinked at him.

“Uh,” he said, “Maybe.”

“Okay, good,” Harry said, “You let me know if you feel a bit full again.”

Louis just stared at him, but Harry was already gearing up another spoonful. Louis ate it, and he felt like he could swallow with far less difficulty. And he felt fine through another spoonful, and then another.

He hit another wall when they were a fourth of the way through the dish, and once again, Harry went back to rubbing and jiggling his tight belly, which was now rounder and tighter. To Harry’s credit, he was handling it all like a true professional, even though Louis could see his eyes getting darker and wider. He kept digging into the dish, and Louis kept eating it, like another force had taken hold of him. His stomach was screaming at him, bloated and stretched far beyond capacity, but the pasta was so good, and Harry was calling him a good boy as he shoveled food into Louis’s mouth, so he kept going.

He finally, finally hit his final wall when he was nearly into the fifth serving of the dish, and he clamped his mouth shut and shook his head.

“Harry, I can’t,” he panted. He was hot now, and sweating, and his stomach was in pain, and he just couldn’t keep it up.

“Okay, lovey,” Harry said, “Just one more bite? Please? Would make me so happy.”

“I – “ Louis choked out, “I dunno.”

“Come on,” Harry teased, wiggling the full spoon in front of him, “For me?”

“God, fuck you,” Louis breathed out, but even then, he opened his mouth. He accepted the food, and then chewed and swallowed with more effort than he had ever put into anything before, and then when he was done, he leaned back in his chair and cradled his belly delicately. It felt rock hard, and it was stretched, pressing out in a generous curve that stretched out the outline of his abs. Louis stifled another burp and held his hands in front of his mouth, his face turning red.

“Jesus,” he breathed out, “Oh my God.”

Harry leaned forward in his chair, his eyes dark but his smile sweet, and he reached out and put his hands on Louis’s distended stomach.

“Oh, what a good boy,” he cooed, “What a perfect, perfect boy you are.”

He rubbed Louis’s stomach carefully, pushing hard to make Louis hiccup and then just skimming his hands over the curve, touching and enjoying.

“Oh, Louis, we’re going to have so much fun,” he sighed happily. Louis just hiccupped again.

“I need to lay down,” he got out weakly.

“Of course you do,” Harry said quickly, “C’mon, I’ll get you up, and then I’ll give you another nice rub down. Does that sound good?”

Louis just gave Harry a nod, and then the other man was on his feet, helping pull Louis up. Instinctively, Louis’s hands went to his full, bloated stomach, and he whined, but Harry just held him, kissed the back of his head.

“Let’s get you to the couch. Good boy. Come on,” he said, “You ate what I made you so well, you deserve some rest.”

Louis’s eyelids were already drooping, the food in his belly making him sleepy, so he just nodded and let Harry guide him.

[ressyfaerie]

Here I am with another request! Just a sequel for that Vampire Tyka AU, maybe how will go in a night of super moon or just another prompt comes in your mind, I'll let you free!

Sorry it took so long! I’m back at work and still recovering! I’m still finishing up requests!

YES!! A request for a sequel to one of my favourite fics I’ve written DON'T MIND IF I DO!

If you haven’t read the 1st fic you can find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30742760

My biggest problem is I have TOO MANY IDEAS!! But I’ll just start writing and see where it goes! Posted under readmore for NSFW!

“We could do it two times a day?”

“No. I won’t do that to you.”

Tyson pouted, “it was only a suggestion… I’m worried since you always look so pale in the afternoon.”

Kai shook his head, “it’s not happening.”

The past few weeks had been the most amazing time of Kai’s life.

Everynight he would feed on Tyson. Tyson loved it—probably more than Kai did.

The feeding, the closeness, and the sex. It was everything Kai ever wanted.

Currently, Kai tasted the remains of the crimson delight as it rolled around his tongue. Tyson laid beside him, naked and running his fingers over Kai’s chest.

When Tyson was in his apartment bedroom, it became his oasis.

Kai smiled at Tyson, his fangs just poked through his parted lips.

“Mmm…” Tyson ran his finger over one of the white teeth, Kai turned his head away.

“Stop…”

“No…” Tyson pushed himself into Kai, kissing him passionately.

Kai loved this, he rocked his saviour’s hips back and forth overtop of him.

He pretended everything was okay.

He had to wake himself up soon—or it could be a disaster.

But watching Tyson sit over him, and seeing the small droplets of blood trickle down his thigh… Made his heart skip a beat.

How could I leave this?

Tyson kissed his neck, then his chest. “I’m glad you started feeding from my thighs instead of my neck… Now people won’t ask weird questions…”

“Me too…” Kai mumbled, but felt a hollow emptiness in his stomach.

He was still hungry.

He was frustrated this kept happening. He would dread everyday waiting until he could taste Tyson. Slowly, each time he grew hungrier.

He would take as much as possible, Tyson begged for me, but he knew when to stop, he couldn’t take more or it could seriously injure him.

Yet he wanted to.

He would stop himself, then worship his lover's body in other ways, it killed him to touch bare skin yet still be starving.

After a shower, they would cuddle, and talk. Kai felt Tyson’s heartbeat, each night growing more intense.

“Kai, I got you something.”

“Hm?”

Tyson handed him a box and he opened it with a confused expression.

Inside looked like a pair of reading glasses.

Kai gave him a quizzical expression, “ever since I turned, my eyesight has been perfect?”

“I know, there’s no prescription.”

“Then... why?”

Tyson picked them up, unfolded them and handed them over, “they’re solar sensitive, when it gets too bright, they change and become darker.”

Kai took them, “wow, really?” He placed them on his face, they felt like regular reading glasses.

“I thought they would be great since you’re… light sensitive.”

Kai stared at his blue haired lover through his new glasses, “God, I love you.”

Tyson’s eyes grew wide.

Kai panicked when he realized what he had said, “Ah… that not what—”

“You love me?”

Tyson’s eyes looked wet, Kai couldn’t lie to him.

“Yeah.”

Tyson threw himself against him, kissing him for the hundredth time that night.

Tyson went home just after midnight. Kai would never let him sleep over. He tried, but Kai knew better. He couldn’t promise Tyson’s safety overnight. Tyson just smiled, saying ‘I trust you’ over and over again.

When will he understand… I can’t trust myself?

Kai awoke hours later.

Hungry.

He turned over to go back to sleep, a habit he had made the past week.

This time it wasn’t going away.

I have to go to the dojo for training tomorrow… If I see Tyson like this… will I be able to hold myself together?

Kai remembered yesterday, he barely made it. When Tyson arrived he had thrown him against the wall yanking his pants off and shoving his fangs into his soft flesh without even saying hello.

Tyson loved it.

Kai felt like it was a blur, he only felt in control of his actions when he got a taste of blood.

That terrified him.

If I was hungrier… What would I have done?

What will I do?

His appetite was growing. Tyson wasn’t safe.

I’m selfish.

Kai tossed and turned.

I won’t sleep until I eat.

He found himself in the kitchen. He had no food here. It didn’t matter anyways. No matter how much food he ate he would feel like he hadn’t eaten anything. Food had no taste, and it certainly wouldn’t satiate his hunger. He had accepted his fate of one meal a day—and that meal was Tyson.

It’s not enough.

He left the apartment. He wandered for ages. The streets turned to bushes until he found himself in a rural area of town.

The road, then a field.

A farm?

The lights were off, and the animals were sleeping.

He slipped into the barn unnoticed.

A normal person couldn’t see in this darkness.

But Kai wasn’t normal.

He could just make out the silhouettes of the sleeping animals, but that’s not how he knew where they were.

He could feel their heartbeats.

Small but loud, littering the barn like gum on pavement.

A few weeks ago the only heartbeat he could detect was Tyson’s. Now, his sensitivity had grown much stronger. Every heartbeat was detectable, even his friends; and when he was in the stadium…

Let's just say it was agony.

In the barn he could feel the pulse of the cows, and the slow beat of the horses, even the small drumming of mice under the floorboards.

The only blood he craved was Tysons.

However, he was painfully aware he would have to find other outlets soon.

Next to him was a wooden fence. It housed an old horse. A clipboard was nailed to one of the posts, he read it.

This horse is getting sent to the slaughter house tomorrow…

The next day, Kai trained with the team after showing up late. He had a decent sleep and hoped his desire for Tyson had dwindled.

He cursed when he discovered it had only grown stronger.

He sat alone on the opposite side of the house looking over the gardens. He let his face fall in his hands. He could feel everyone on the property, but Tyson the most. He felt him branch off from the group, he was approaching Kai.

Tyson slid open the shoji door, he sat beside Kai, “hey.”

Kai raised his face out of his hands, “Hello.”

“Are you alright?” Tyson placed a hand on Kai’s shoulder, but was aggressively shrugged off.

“No.” Kai felt a stabbing pain in his chest when he admitted it.

Tyson snuck both his arms around Kai’s neck, holding him in a tight embrace, “what can I do to help?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you… hungry?” Tyson tilted his head, teasing his silver haired prince in just the right way.

Kai didn’t dare answer that.

Tyson grasped his chin, forcing him to lock eye contact, “you should eat.”

Kai shook his head, “not till tonight.”

Tyson’s body pulsed intensely with the red delicacy Kai would do anything for. He glanced at his neck, the scabs he had made weeks before were still visible.

Kai opened his mouth, his fangs snuck out, he didn’t mean to, the instinct was too powerful.

“Mhm, there they are.” Tyson grasped Kai’s hand, pulling him into another room of the dojo. “Come in here.”

Kai followed, he would go anywhere he went, especially if it meant a reward.

Tyson slid the door closed behind them, they were in a medium sized room Kai didn’t recognize.

“There’s other people around, but we can be quick…” Tyson unbuckled his belt.

His heart raced. Kai could feel his nervousness raise his blood pressure, Kai couldn’t take it.

He could see the small crimson rivers flowing under his bare skin. His arms were the only things exposed, Kai wanted all his clothes removed so he could admire the colour as much as possible.

Kai grasped his hands over his pants, “please stop—you don’t understand—”

“I understand you need to eat, or you’ll die” Tyson’s voice was serious, but stuttered slightly.

“If you keep treating this like a game… You will die.”

Neither of them moved.

Tyson shook his head, “I don’t care—”

Kai raised his voice, “I could kill you, do you understand!?”

Tyson’s heartbeat was stronger than it had ever been, Kai’s hands trembled, he was forcing himself back.

Tyson suddenly planted a long wet kiss on Kai’s lips. Kai accepted it, drinking it like an oasis in a desert, they pulled apart. Tyson’s face showed concern.

“What?” Kai wondered what was wrong with the kiss for him to react with such disgust.

“You taste like metal.”

“Huh?”

“You only taste like that after you’ve had my blood.”

The silence was deafening.

Tyson broke the silence first, “did you?—”

“I found a farm. There is no one else but you—”

“Animals?” Tyson looked revolted.

Kai held his shoulders, “you don’t understand—”

“Did you kill something?”

“No! No, I wouldn’t, you know that…”

Tyson placed a hand along his cheek. His voice was calm, “what do animals taste like?”

“Disgusting.” Kai spat.

The taste still lingered in his mouth, it felt dirty. The faint taste of mud and game lingered on his tongue and he felt he could never get rid of it.

Tyson said the one word Kai had been dreading—

“Why?”

Kai stared into his eyes, and nuzzled his head into Tyson’s hand. The touch was warm, and soft, but rang with the continuous pulse of blood.

“My… my appetite has grown.”

Tyson didn’t flinch, but Kai detected his heart when it raced with anxiety.

Kai closed his eyes briefly, then looked back at Tyson, “I should be more clear… It has been growing constantly. And it won’t stop—I’ve tried.”

“Kai—”

“We can’t keep doing this. I won’t—”

“You need to!”

“Not with you, I refuse to hurt you, and eventually—I will.

“You don’t know that!”

Tyson was bursting with anger and heat. It was like his body was ripening. Kai could taste the sweet red from here, he gulped.

“I give you permission! We can keep doing this until we find a cure—”

“There is no cure.” Kai’s voice vibrated when he tried to keep his anger under control.

“There could be, I just need to do more research—”

“There’s no cure, Tyson!”

Kai pushed Tyson away, crossing his arms, his eyes grew wet when he saw Tyson’s face filled with absolute betrayal.

“We’ve been through this…” Kai went from angry to sad in an instant, “I’m like this forever—there’s no going back.”

“Kai…” Tyson took a few dangerous steps towards him, “you said you loved me.”

“That has nothing to do with this…” Kai begged, “please understand that I do! That’s why I can’t keep doing this to you…”

“I love you too.” To Kai’s surprise, Tyson grew a smile. “That’s why… I need you—”

Tyson had suddenly thrown his forearm against Kai’s mouth.

“—to eat.”

Kai’s body went numb. Normally he would throw Tyson off in an instant, tell him he was crazy, and they would get on with their day.

Not this time.

Kai felt his soft skin run along his teeth, the saliva that formed in his mouth dripped down his lover's tanned arm. He felt something spark inside him… something primal.

Something he couldn’t control.

Red.

All he could taste was blood, all he could see was red, and Tyson’s face, in front of his own.

It took everything in Kai to shake his head and in turn Tyson took his arm away.

There was no more thinking, no more pushing down emotions.

Kai leaped at Tyson, grasping his shoulders and throwing him to the hardwood on his back.

Tyson muffled a scream, Kai grasped his hair tossing his head to the side.

Straddling him, he shoved his head into his neck and bit down with force.

He began to suck, faster and longer than he ever had. He wasn’t savouring anymore—he was devouring.

If Tyson had noticed this, he didn’t show it. He was the worst instigator, he moaned words to keep Kai going.

“Yeah, just like that—finally.”

Tyson lovingly ran his hand through Kai’s silver hair.

“Good boy.”

Slowly, Kai was coming to his senses, the blood kept flowing, and his vision became clear.

He knew this.

But he didn’t stop.

“Kai? You need to move from my neck, you’ll leave bruises—”

Kai bit down harder.

“Ah! Mm!” Tyson felt Kai’s fangs dig deeper than they ever had before.

It tasted better than it ever had before.

Kai was positive feasting on the animals the night before should have decreased his appetite.

He was wrong.

So wrong.

He felt his pupils roll back as his body sank into pure pleasure.

Underneath his body he felt Tyson tense.

“Kai? Take it easy…”

I need to pull away.

“Kai, I don’t feel… so good.”

Pull away!

Tyson didn’t fight, he didn’t scream, his body just went limp.

When it happened Kai felt a cold shiver run down his spine.

Get off him!

Kai’s jaw popped under the pressure it took to remove it. He pushed himself away from Tyson. He saw his limp body underneath him, and began to panic.

“Tyson!”

Kai shook his shoulders.

“Tyson! Wake up, get up!”

Kai ran his shaking hand over his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, please don’t be dead please, please—please.”

Kai felt the tears roll down his face as he let out faint painful sobs.

“Mmff…”

Kai heard the murmur escape Tysons lips.

“Tyson!”

Tyson grimaced as he lazily turned his head in Kai’s direction.

Kai gasped, “oh, thank god…”

Tyson opened his eyes halfway, “I think you did a bit too much…”

Kai shook his head, “I’m so fucking sorry—”

“It’s my fault—”

“How is this your fault!?”

“I haven’t eaten anything today…”

Kai crawled off Tyson, he felt how weak his legs were.

Tyson tried to sit up.

“Woah! Careful…” Kai had his hand on his back keeping him stable. He cursed himself, he shouldn’t even be touching him.

“It’s fine Kai—I’m fine!”

Kai stared into his eyes, Tyson stared back.

Kai took a deep breath, “next time, we won’t be so lucky.”

“We will find a cure by then.”

“How many times do I have to tell you! There is no cure!”

Kai shouted as loud as possible trying to get it into Tyson’s thick head. He pushed himself to his feet, he looked down on Tyson.

Tyson was shocked into silence.

“If there is a cure, I’ll find it on my own.”

“We need to work together.”

“I can’t be around you!”

Kai threw his hands in the air in defeat.

“I’m leaving.”

“Like hell you are!”

Kai nodded, his mind was made up.

“I’m going to Europe, where this all began.”

Tyson protested, “No—”

“I am. I’m going to find the person who did this to me. I’ll find out if a cure even exists.”

Tyson shook his head as tears welled in his eyes.

“If you find a cure… will you come back?”

Kai swallowed nervously, “yes.”

“No matter how long it takes, right?”

Kai nodded. He took a deep breath and said the words Tyson would never forget.

“I love you. I want to be with you. Very few things could hold me back—I hope you know how hard this decision is for me—”

“It’s hard for me too.” Tears rolled down Tyson’s cheeks.

Kai backed up, slowly making his way to the door.

Kai took one last, long look at Tyson. Making a mental note of every hair, every crevice, every colour.

“I love you so much, Kai.”

Kai closed his eyes and hung his head low.

He raised his head, opening his eyes, feeling the dampness of his own cheeks.

“I love you too.”

He quickly turned, threw open the door, and sprinted through the gardens. Wiping his face with his sleeve so he could see. He felt his stomach turn and he felt sick.

He didn’t dare look back.

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I have SO many ideas for a chapter 3 and an ending! If there’s a demand I might just write it? :O

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Resol’nare - Part Six

A/N: OH BOY. I am excited about this one. There are a lot of crumbs that I have been wanting to drop for so long that get dropped here... and even more to be dropped that get hinted at here. The more I talk about crumbs the hungrier I get though so lemme shut up. Enjoy the trail. 

*this story will regularly be using words in Mando’a. for a good list of references click here.*

Summary: After a night of asking and answering questions, Navina wakes up aboard The Promise, and it turns out that she and Mando still have some things to discuss before they each go on their way... things that could possibly help her answer the questions she’s been trying to answer for years- what happened the night she and her family left for Yavin? And... who is the strange man who keeps appearing in her dream? 

Word Count: 4.3k

Concordia 

“Don’t let go.”

Navina squeezed her hand tightly. Determined to keep her grip, she focused on turning her legs over quickly enough to keep up. “Whatever happens, don’t let go of my hand.” I won’t. She felt her forehead wrinkle and dug deeper, her own breathing loud in her ears as she pushed herself to run faster.  

Small twigs and saplings snapped under her boots as she raced through the darkness. She couldn’t see the forest floor, the thick canopy of trees blocking out any light from the stars. “It’s even darker now than it used to be.” It was something her parents would say, telling her of a time when the lush moon had been all but stripped of its natural resources, giant quarries carved into the ground so that beskar could be excavated. But she was far too young to remember that. Nights on Concordia had always been pitch black for her. 

She wondered if she’d be able to see the stars in their new home, or if there would be tall trees there, too. 

Before she could get carried away with thoughts of silver constellations though, a column of bright amethyst light ignited a few paces ahead of them. What is that? She gasped, her eyes growing wide as her mother came to an abrupt halt, the woman shoving her daughter roughly behind herself, gloved fingers still clamped around her hand. 

“Don’t let go, Ina’ika, and don’t be afraid.” I won’t. I’m...I’m not. Her free arm curled around her mother’s thigh, her palm resting against the smooth, cool plate of armor there. Even at six years old she knew that fear was not part of The Way. 

“Step aside and let us pass,” her father’s voice was stern and as she peered around her mother’s hip, she was not surprised to see that he had drawn his blaster, the weapon pointed in the direction of the purple light. He used another word then, one she had never heard, to refer to the man holding the glowing object that she realized was some type of sword. Jedi. 

“I’m afraid I cannot do that.” The stranger had a deep, clear voice, but despite his refusal to comply with her father’s request, Navina could tell that the man was not interested in hurting them. She saw his dark brown eyes and the calm in them as he lowered the sword. “I’ve been looking for someone I can trust, and I’ve just found them.” There was no breeze, the night air still and silent in the thick forest, but she saw the man’s long brown robes ripple around his legs as he took a step closer.

“And why is that?” Her father challenged, stepping back to close the distance between himself and his wife and daughter. “Why would a Jedi trust a Mandalorian?” That word again. “Our kind have been enemies for-” 

“Our kind have both been blinded by the Republic. Now I’m afraid we are each other’s only hope. I’ve been watching you, Gavil Harsa, and I know I am speaking to a man of honor.” 

Her mother whipped her own blaster from its holster on her thigh, and she heard her father swear under his breath. “How do you know my name? What do you mean you’ve been watching me?” He brandished his blaster but the stranger didn’t flinch, the luminous violet weapon still held at the man’s side.

“There’s no time for that now.” The stranger’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sense of urgency entering his tone that wasn’t there before, hinting at a coming storm. “There is no one in the Order that I can trust to do what is necessary to ensure its survival, just as you,” he stepped closer, the hem of his robes fluttering almost unnaturally again, as though he moved through space differently than others. “You cannot rely on your rulers to choose the right path for the preservation of your people.” He nodded towards Navina and her mother. “That’s why you’re leaving with your family, isn’t it?” Navina felt the man’s eyes fall on her, lingering for a moment before they seemed to lighten. “You want to give your daughter a chance to change things for the future.” He blinked and returned his gaze to her father’s visor. She wondered if Jedi meant that the man could see her father’s eyes. 

Silence stretched for long seconds, only the sounds of her parents’ breathing and her own loud heartbeat in her ears filling the darkness that surrounded the stranger’s glowing sword. Finally, her father spoke again. “What is it you want from us?” 

“Nothing that you wouldn’t do freely, according to your own code,” the man stated. He gestured calmly with his free hand, pointing at his robes to indicate that he was going to reach into them. Navina felt her mother’s weight shift and saw the barrel of her father’s blaster drop slightly as the man pulled out a small bundle. She couldn’t see it clearly, the man holding the thing at chest height, but she could tell that whatever it was, it was moving. “You’ll care for it, until the Order is safe.” It wasn’t a question, nor did the man give her father time to respond before depositing the bundle in his arms, forcing him to quickly holster his weapon. 

“Keera, its…”

But her mother was busy receiving another, smaller bundle from the man. “This,” he held the item out, waiting as the woman decided to relinquish her weapon or her child’s hand. Navina felt her fingers go numb as her mother reluctantly slipped her blaster back into place. “This must be kept safe, too.” Though the thing was loosely wrapped in dark fabric, Navina thought she saw a faint glow emanating from it. By the time her mother had brought it down to tuck into her pocket though, it had gone dull, if it had been shining in the first place.    

“I don’t understand.” Her father had yet to look up from the bundle in his arms. If it had been daylight, Navina could have seen the thing’s reflection in her father’s shiny beskar helmet, but even with the light cast by the stranger’s sword it was too dark for that. “Why have you chosen us?”

“Our enemies think that we are enemies,” the man answered, placing his hand on her father’s armored shoulder. “But perhaps more importantly, so do our allies.” 

Navina released her hold on her mother’s leg, inching closer to where her father stood. I just want to see… 

But sudden shouts accompanied by heavy footfalls from the darkness that they had just run through caused her to whip her head around so quickly that her braids smacked the sides of her face. “Gavil,” her mother hissed, “they’re coming.”

With that, the man stepped past the Mandalorian family, lifting his blade. “Go!” He turned his head so that his chin was parallel with his shoulder, the color of his sword darkening a shade but somehow managing to glow even brighter. “I’ll take care of them, but you must go. Now.” 

Navina watched as her father nodded. “This is the Way.” The stranger nodded back, and then as abruptly as his weapon had ignited it went dark, plunging the world into blackness again. 

“Navina!” Her name seemed to be coming from all sides then, and she couldn’t tell which way to turn. “Navina, look at me!” I can’t! I can’t see...anything! She knew she had to run but she didn’t know where, and she realized that she was no longer holding her mother’s hand. No! I didn’t let go! I didn’t-

“Navina?”  

Another voice, one less familiar but not threatening, echoed from above her, and as she heard her name again she felt as though she were being lifted out of the darkness. Who...who is..? 

Another flash of purple light, brighter than anything she’d just seen burned through her mind then, and in it she saw a combination of images she couldn’t explain: a dagger, her name carved into it- a sculpted symbol resembling a horned creature- a circular tower, rising above a sea of sand- the little one, smiling at her while he splashed in the stream- another symbol, this one scratched and painted, resembling an owl on blue armor- her own gloved hand, shaking and slick with red. She gasped as the voice called her again, pulling her through the purple light and out of the torrent of images. 

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Concordia

The Promise

“Hey...Navina?”

A pair of strong hands landed on her biceps, leather clad fingers squeezing with quick, firm pressure. She inhaled sharply through her nose as her eyes opened wide, chest heaving as she was met with the tinted visor of the Mandalorian’s sleek helmet. Glancing down at her right hand, she noticed that it was curled around the armrest of the co-pilot seat, the skin around her knuckles straining from her vicelike grip. 

Whatever happens, don’t let go of my hand. 

Her mother’s voice still echoed in her ear as she released the armrest. It was a dream. I… She took a shaking breath, still staring at her hand. But I don’t remember any of that. How-

She heard her name again, the modulator in the man’s helmet suddenly clicking to her as the unfamiliar voice that had pulled her from the dream. He flexed his fingers around her arms again, and she was suddenly aware that he was still holding her, suddenly aware of the way the worn material felt against her skin. Oh. He...I…that feels… Her eyes moved from her own hand to his left one, the thumb pressed into the skin just below the short sleeve of her shirt. 

He seemed to realize in the same moment that she had that he was still touching her, and he pulled both hands back immediately. “I’m… sorry. I,” he sat back in his seat and cleared his throat. “You were… it sounded like you were dreaming and-” 

Navina sat up, blinking rapidly as reality came hurtling back to her, the dark cockpit illuminated only by the switchboard lights and what little starlight came through the glass. I’m on Nevarro...on a ship, I’m waiting for Firo and… She turned and again was met with dark, T- shaped visor, the only indication of where the man beneath the helmet’s eyes were. And I had a dream that… She realized she must have been speaking or at least making some kind of sound, based on what he had said and how he had been clutching her arms.  Dank farrick, that’s kriffing embarrassing. “I’m sorry, I… did I wake you? I was-” 

“No.” He gave a minute shake of his head and crossed his arms. “I wasn’t asleep.” 

Oh. She swallowed, bringing one hand up to push a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, grateful for how dark it was in the cockpit, her cheeks warm and likely flushed with color. He can probably see just fine through that thing though. She groaned internally. “Then, I’m sorry that I-” 

“Don’t be, it’s...” He turned his chair away from her, towards the controls as he spoke, almost as though he were averting his eyes. “I understand.” 

He began busying himself with twisting dials and checking gauges, and though she wasn’t sure what he was doing, she got the distinct feeling that it was nothing that needed to be done that moment. He understands? Does that mean… She opened and closed her hand, turning it over to reveal an indent from how tightly she’d been holding onto the armrest. She wondered if when he did sleep, he was plagued with dreams he couldn’t make sense of, either, filled with memories he didn’t know he had.  

Don’t let go, Ina’ika, and don’t be afraid. 

Running her opposite thumb over her palm, she shivered. Why is all of this happening now? Dreams of the night her family left Concordia weren’t uncommon. Neither were ones of the day her family was attacked, or the night her mother was killed. But none of them had ever been so detailed, felt so real. Never had she recalled so much of the conversation that her father had with the stranger that she now realized had enabled their getaway. But what was it that he… what did he give my parents? Those bundles… 

She was pulled from her thoughts as the Mandalorian spoke her name again. “Your pendant, it’s…” He had turned to face her again, his upper body leaning away from the backrest, one elbow on his knee as he pointed at the Mythosaur around neck.  

Looking down at where the necklace lay against her chest she sucked in a breath, her eyes growing wide. It was glowing again, bright amethyst light, the same brilliant shade as the mysterious man’s sword in her dream, pouring from the carved eye sockets of the mythic creature. Grabbing it, she pulled the black cord over her head so that she could look at it properly, something clicking in her brain and causing her heart rate to race. The small bundle that he gave my mother… what if… She swallowed, inspecting the necklace more closely than she ever had before. What if it was glowing? What if… The gears that clicked ground to a staggering halt as the Mandalorian spoke again. 

“That’s the second time it’s done that.” His tone could have come across as accusatory, but even though she had only spent a few hours with the man- and most of them asleep at that, though she had no recollection of actually falling asleep, vaguely recalling the man stepping out of the cockpit to take a holo call and having no memory of him returning- she knew that he was just curious. Almost voraciously so. “The only thing I’ve ever seen like it was…” Was what? But he didn’t finish, just changing the angle of his head. “Why does it do that?”  

“I...I’m not sure, I…” she sighed, eye returning to the object in her hand after they’d briefly flicked up at the man while he spoke. “I think… this stone that’s-” she gasped as her finger found a crevice in the metal at the back of the skull. Is that a...does it open? She had never noticed it before, but as she slid her fingernail into the small crack in the metal, trying to pry it up but getting nowhere. “There’s a...a seam here, look.” She held the pendant out for him, the man hesitating to reach for it, and she realized that she was likely violating some ancient tenet of The Way by thrusting her pendant into the hand of someone outside of her clan. I don’t have a clan, so… “Take it, it’s okay.” 

She moved it closer, a few more seconds passing before his gloved palm appeared beneath her hand, ready for her to drop it into his grasp. He brought it up in front of his face, his free hand tapping a hidden control on the side of his helmet and she heard a mechanical whir, as though a lens was focusing. He’s using a magnifier. She thought of her own helmet- my mother’s helmet- down in the cargo hold, it’s smashed visor completely useless for things like this. I might have noticed this years ago if I had- 

“Yes,” he said, the lens honing in again. “I see it. But it… it’s sealed shut. Soldered.” He looked up at her then, the hand controlling the magnifier falling back to his lap. 

“To keep it safe,” she muttered, extending her hand out to him to take it back. He gave it over without pause. 

“What?” 

Donning the necklace again, she tucked it under her armor. “Something I…” She pressed her hand flat against her chest plate until she felt the Mythosaur’s tusks dig gently into the skin over her sternum. “Something I just remembered in my dream…something someone needed my mother to keep safe. It,” dropping her hand, she chewed her bottom lip. How much do I tell him? “Mando, I think it...I think the man who gave this to my mother was a...I think he was a-” 

“A Jedi?”  He asked the question as though it wasn’t preposterous. 

“H-how did you...Have you- do you know any-”  

“Yes. I… the way that the stone glows, it looks like the weapons I’ve seen the Jedi use. It’s-” he took a breath and she got the feeling that like she had been doing since she met him, he was weighing what he wanted to say in his mind against what he felt comfortable sharing with her. “It’s a different color than the ones I’ve seen but they… they call them lightsabers but it’s not...it’s not light it’s more like-”

“Like energy?” Navina’s mouth had gone dry as she listened to him speak about these Jedi warriors and their laserlike swords as though he were present in her dream with her. 

“Yes.” He didn’t elaborate, and she took that to mean that he had reached the limit of what he felt comfortable sharing in regards to this topic. If he knows about lightsabers though, she pressed her lips together, I wonder what he knows about the Darksaber. He didn’t give her the chance to ask though, shifting the conversation. “I was told that the Jedi were the sworn enemy of Mandalore but I...I’m not sure that’s still true.” 

Our kind have both been blinded by the Republic. Now I’m afraid we are each other’s only hope. 

“No,” she shook her head. “No, I don’t think it is.” I’m not sure if it’s ever been true. 

As quickly as night fell over the volcanic plains of Nevarro, morning swept through like a brushfire, chasing the darkness away with searing sunlight. Sunrises and sunsets took their time on other planets, on moons like Yavin 4 and Concordia, but it seemed here that the star was eager to begin burning, the cockpit filling with morning light and acting like a natural end point to the night of honesty the two Mandalorians had shared. 

Clearing his throat with a short grunting sound, the Mandalorian gestured to the door that led out of the control area to where the ladder for access to the cargo hold was waiting. “It’s safe for you to contact your friend now. The reptavians are nocturnal, so they won’t be a problem anymore.” 

Oh. Alright. It shouldn’t have been as disappointing as it felt to know that he was as eager to be rid of her as the sun seemed to be to scorch the cracked ground, but she barely hid a wince as she nodded, digging the comm link out from the inner pocket sewn into her shirt collar. Making quick contact with Firo, she relayed the coordinates to him, and he let her know that he would be there shortly. The Mandalorian had heard the whole conversation, so she didn’t need to tell him that she would be out of his hair soon. Once she had finished her call with Firo, she tucked the comm away and  followed him out of the cockpit. Of course. He got what he came here for… the beskar...some information. What more would he-

He was waiting for her at the bottom of the ladder. “Can I…” She looked over her shoulder at him as she descended the last three rungs, but he waited to continue until her bootsoles thunked dully against the metal flooring, and she turned completely. “There’s more that I’d like to...talk with you about.” There is?  “But I’m supposed to be meeting with someone, and I’m already going to be late because I made this stop so I can’t stay any longer but… I’ll be back on Nevarro in three weeks if you-”

“That depends, Mando.” She cocked her head to the side and allowed a smirk to lift her cheek. “Is your Marshal friend going to charge me with anything? Because I’m not sure my record can take another hit like that.” 

She thought she heard a sound that could almost be misconstrued as a chuckle, the man’s helmet dipping slightly before he answered. “I think I can talk her into letting you off this time.” 

Navina bent down to retrieve her helmet from the ground, right where she’d left it the night before. “Well then, I guess I’ll see you in three weeks.” 

She turned it upside down and bent down again, this time picking up the shoulder pauldrons she had been wearing the night before- one now bearing slight damage from the enthusiastic way he had greeted her- and stuck them inside the beskar helmet. These are going to need some repair. Again she found herself wishing that she could be as lucky as he was, able to freely visit an Armorer for repairs, upgrades to her gear. But she blinked those thoughts away, choosing instead to recall the things her father had taught her all those years ago, about repairing her own armor. It will be fine.  

He didn’t say anything else until a few minutes later they heard the tell-tale sound of a speeder zipping across the landscape. “Sounds like your ride is here.” 

He pressed a large button near the door panel, the ramp lowering just as Firo pulled up on one of the stolen speeders, the Imperial crest that had been painted onto the front of it already scratched off. “Yup,” she shifted her helmet full of broken armor into her left arm as she placed the other hand on her hip, “that’s him.”  

Navina smiled to herself. Firo wouldn’t be caught dead on that thing if it still had their symbol. She couldn’t be sure, but she had a feeling that the Mandalorian had noticed the facelift Firo had given the bike, too. He seemed like a man who appreciated things like that. 

“Nav!” He waved at her from under a comically large pair of goggles, his long hair whipping around his face at odd angles from the wind and the straps that held the eye gear in place. “Came to get you in style!” He took one hand off the throttle as he slowed the speeder down in front of the Mandalorian’s ship. The Promise, Navina reminded herself, wanting to commit the ship’s name to memory.  “What do you think of this beaut, huh?” Firo flourished his hand dramatically over the body of the speeder before hopping off, landing perfectly on his feet. 

Navina laughed to herself, a sudden thought taking hold- Have we really been through that many strange things together that he really has nothing to say about picking me up in the middle of nowhere after spending the night alone with a Mandalorian who technically took me prisoner? “She’s great, Firo. I hope you have another pair of goggles.” 

Digging in a small bag that was attached to the side of the speeder, he pulled another, thankfully smaller pair of goggles out and tossed them to her, Navina catching them with the hand she had on her hip, single handedly sliding them onto her forehead. “Sharp look, Harsa.” She rolled her eyes at him and he snickered as she turned to face the Mandalorian, the man still standing midway up the ramp. 

“Thank you again,” he caught her off guard as he spoke, and she felt her eyebrows jump before she could try to control her surprise. “For your help with the reptavians last night, I mean.” He gestured with one gloved hand at the crumpled carcass of the one she had killed. “You...fought well.” 

Coming from a man like him those words felt like the greatest compliment one could hope to receive. “Of course,” she shrugged. “I wasn’t going to let it eat us both.” She smirked at him, remembering that he had tried to get her to go inside the ship before she’d shot the beasts. Good thing I didn’t listen. 

He made that same faint chuckling sound again, the laugh seeming unsure of itself in this context, and then almost as though to prove that it was, he shifted his tone back to a more serious one, giving her a time and exact location for their meeting. 

Navina recorded the coordinates he gave her on the comm device, confirming again that she would be there. Three weeks for questions to brew in both of their brains suddenly seemed far too long, but she reminded herself that there were plenty of ways to pass that time, not the least of which was finding someone to take the stolen speeders off of hers and Firo’s hands. They’d had a string of low paying jobs here and there, so she looked forward to something a little more lucrative. Need to at least be able to afford fuel to get back here in three weeks. “Have a safe trip, Mando.” She gave him one last smile, the man simply nodding before leaving her with four simple words. 

“This is the Way.” 

Before she could say anything else, the man had vanished up into the ship, the ramp closing behind him, leaving her staring at the hull. This is the Way. She inhaled deeply, shoulders lifting as her chest expanded, and then let the air out slowly, turning back towards Firo. “So,” she walked towards the speeder, Firo climbing back on as she got close so that she could hop on behind him. “I met a Mandalorian last night...” 

Firo laughed as he revved the throttle to spark the speeder’s engine back up. “Did you now? You don’t say.” 

Navina settled her helmet in her lap, securing her arms around Firo’s waist. “C’mon, let’s get back to The Flare and I’ll tell you all about it.”

With that they took off, leaving The Promise in their wake as they streaked off across the scorched terrain.

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[sireswhore]

Oh Really?

Summary: You and Scott are home alone, in absolute boredom, which only lead to some creativity inspired by a tiktok trend...

Warnings; smut, language (that I know of)

The Group all had plans to hang out at Jay and Scott’s since everyone’s schedule was clear for the weekend. Jay already had a weekend getaway planned with his family so he couldn’t stay.

Everyone planned to show up by noon, but you decided to show up a little earlier since you had nothing else to do and you wanted some company.

Since about 11 the two of you were just chilling on the couch, scrolling through endless tiktoks, and trying out some new dances to pass the time.

Time flew by fast and you two didn’t realize it was already 12:40 when suddenly everyone in the group chat messaged saying they weren’t going to make it on time because the traffic was really heavy, they were told everyone would be there at a later time for sure.

Of course Scott didn’t sweat it, he was already having a great time with the girl of his dreams. The two of you really liked eachother but, none of you had the balls to admit it, so you guys just play the “just friends” card to avoid ruining anything.

“So what now?” You asked.

“I guess we just continue doing what we were before, haha.” He scratches his head.

“True.” You say all giddy, “Hey, I’m kinda hungry, wanna postmat- oh shit, right the traffic..” you realized.

“I still have food we can make here if you’d like, come I’ll make us something.” He gestures to follow him into the kitchen, and you do.

He patted down on a corner of the kitchen island, and you used your upper body strength to get your self to sit on it so you could keep him company as he made a meal.

“So what are you in the mood for? Italian? Ameri-“

“PASTA YES PLEASE!” You said eagerly.

He chuckled, “okay I can do chicken alfredo is that okay?”

“Yes it’s perfect, I’m a pasta enthusiast.”

“I see that.”

The two of you laughed, and talked, and ate for the time being before you both went back to tiktoking in the living room.

A couple minutes went by, you both were on the couch scrolling through the videos, when Scott rose from his spot on the couch and left.

You mentally frowned, because you thought he got tired of your presence, but that quickly went away when you saw him walk in your direction with some random pens in one hand and his phone in the other. And you quickly began to mentally question his intentions.

He pressed record on his phone when he asked, “Alright Y/N, this is for a tiktok I saw. Can you give me your hand?”

“Why? You gonna propose to me or something?” You laughed nervously.

“No,” he laughed “just give me your hand I wanna try something.”

You obliged and gave him your hand. He stuck 3 pens in between your fingers, and you had a confused look on your face.

“Okay Y/N, can you tell me what sound does a dog make?” He pointed at one of the pens and began recording.

“Ruff.” you say in monotone

“Okay can you tell me what sound a cat makes?” He laughed pointing at the next pen.

“Meow.”

“Okay now tell me what sound a sheep makes.” He pointed at the last pen.

“Baaa.” You both giggle at this stupid situation.

“Okay now what sound do you make while you have sex?”

And before you had time to think about what he said, he laughed and squeezed your fingers tightly.

“OHH FUCK,” you moaned and groaned at the same time, wincing from the pain. You were caught so off guard, you shook his hand away removing the pens with it, still recovering from what just happened.

It seemed like he was caught off guard too since he already stopped laughing. He took a deep breath and ended the video.

“Fuck are you okay? I’m sorry, can I see?” He sits beside you.

You turn to face him and took your hand out of your own hold, to let him have it in his possession once again. He touches it with his thumb and you wince again biting your lip.

You notice his eyes getting darker by the second.

‘Fuck, what is she doing to me?’ He thought.

He zoned out for a second, replaying the look on your face and the sound that slipped out of your lips, in his head. His pants growing tighter by the second.

“Scott?”

He quits zoning out and now he’s staring into your eyes, then glancing towards your lips. You’re face is feeling really hot, and if it wasn’t flushed red before, it definitely was now.

Before you you say anything else, he quickly presses his lips against yours, and you don’t protest. You mirror his action and part your lips to give him entrance.

You moan into the kiss and for a split second you stop yourself and realize whats happening. You push his broad shoulders away.

“Don’t fuck with me, Sire. What is this?”

He gets closer to you and nips at your neck, trailing near your ear, pressing his body against yours so you could feel his hard on.

“Does it feel like I’m fucking with you?” he whispered.

“Oh..” you blushed.

“Yeah, Oh.”

He plants a kiss on your neck before he hoists you up and carries you on your way to his bedroom.

He almost roughly swung you hard on the bed, now he’s hovering over you. Making you gasp and giggle at the same time.

He replayed that moment in his head once again, and growled, slowly getting closer to your face. You held your breath tight as he stared you down, he wanted you all.

He left sloppy kisses on your neck, and stopped to quickly strip you out of your clothes, then stripped out of his, leaving the two of you in your under garments.

“I want to hear you loud and clear while I fuck you, yeah?” He whispered in your ear, you shivered.

“Yes.”

He swiftly got you out of your bra before trailing kisses down your stomach, then your hips while pulling your panties down. You’re slightly squirming from the feeling the hairs of his beard are giving you.

Lust filled his eyes as he lowered himself even more facing your core. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second from his gaze. He spread you wide and held your legs apart, leaving open mouth kisses on your inner thigh as he inched closer to your heat.

He played with you, he wanted to see what would make you crack. He left small kisses around your labia as he moved closer to your clit just to lightly flick it with his tongue.

His aim was to make you beg, he sofly blew cold air on your cunt, making you ache.

“Scottttttttt...” you whine.

He didn’t respond, he kissed and toyed with every spot except for where you wanted.

“SCOTT PLEASE!” You begged.

“Please what?” He raised his head from between your legs.

“Scott please make me feel good..”

Appeased with how he has you, he wasted no time and finally is licking nose-deep into your cunt, his tongue flat against the mouth of your hole, the tip flicking in just slightly before starting it’s stripe all over again, and you let out a satisfactory moan.

He continued his actions, and you released a strained moan this time, slightly louder than your previous noise, you reached down to grasp at his hair, grabbing two fistfuls and using them as leverage to push your hips harder into his mouth, the bridge of his nose crinkling against your cunt, and letting your jaw hang at the glorious sensation.

“SCOTT,” you released a jumbled noise of pleasure and used your hold on Scott’s locks to thrust your hips into his face; he took the offering with grace, widening his mouth so that the motions he inflicted became messier. Hungrier.

“Please, I’m close. I’m close, I- Aouw” you whine at the loss of contact.

Scott picked himself up from his position between your legs, his hand moving from flicking at your clit, to mimicking fucking motions with his fingers inside your slick walls as he crawled up your torso, his face hovering over yours.

Now that there was nothing surpressing him, his member curved up, his leaking precum showing through his boxers.

The sight of it had your mind a boggled mess of want and yearning for Scott’s sprung member. You wanted him to fuck you. You wanted him to make. You. Cum.

You needed release, and just as you were about to, Scott removes his fingers from your hole, and the previous build-up starts to bubble down.

Just as you were about to grow more impatient because he’s left you floating above the burning inferno of sexual frustration, Scott swiftly removed his boxers and spreads your legs open with his knee, and thrusts into you, watching the way your pussy swallows his head and the rest of him sinking after.

Consumed in your tight, slick, heat, he shudders himself to the hilt. The feeling of being so full, so stretched, painfully good to the max, is sending you waves of pleasure. You were loud, thankfully no one was around.

“Harder Scott, I need it harder!”

He growled, he growled against your skin, disconnecting from your mouth to bite into your neck, licking the underside of your jaw. Feeling his ginger beard, and it’s sending shivers up your spine.

Scott picks up his pace, dropping one of your legs and grasping the other by the back of your thigh, pulling it up to his hips and using it as a hold to pound into you. Every thrust is met with a new sound from you, who’s eyes were clenched and head was thrown back.

Scott pulls out from you abrubtly, leaning back on his knees to flip you over, pulling you to him so your thighs wrapped around his hips, sheathing his cock into your cunt with no preamble. He thrusts into you that way so hard, there’s a sting everytime your skin connects.

His hands taking hold on your waist, he continues with force and rapidness, causing you to melt so your ass stuck in the air and the side of your face pressed against the sheets.

You are a whimpering, babbling mess; your moans coming out in a high range of whimpers and squeals. You pushed back against Scott’s thrust, helping him hit the spot inside you that made your eys roll back into your head. 

Wrapping a hand on your hair, Scott pulls you up so his front is parallel to your back his hand coming around to wrap around your neck, thumb applying pressure to the soft skin. 

Soon enough you feel a knot growing rapidly in your stomach with every movement.

“OHH FUCK” you moaned just like earlier, your eyes closed shut for what’s bound to come.

The knot breaks, and your nerve endings go haywire, buzzing into a frenzy that spreads throughtout your entire body, pleasure raking through you.

You’re clenching around him, begging for every drop; an impossible tight, warm, soft fist around his dick that pushed him to the edge. Knowing you were there, Scott allowed himself to spurt into you, contributing to the wetness between your thighs with a strong thrust that knocks you completely flat, him pulling out and following after you and landing on your back. 

They’re panting, tired out but satisfied.

He plants a kiss on your shoulder before peeling himself off of you. He stretched out to reach his drawer to look for something to wipe you down.

Always a gentleman, he used a wipe to clean you off and then helped return you back into your original state.

You two haven’t said a word to each other since this, you both were nervous to ask each other where your friendship stood.

“You know I like you right?” Scott blurted out after a while.

You tried to hide your excitement, but failed when you grinned happily and said “Really? I always did.”

Scott was about to respond but he was interrupted by a call from David. He said he was trying to get in contact with him for a while, him and everyone else would be at his place in 2-5 minutes.

Scott’s eyes widened as he ended the call, “They’re coming now.”

The two of you hurried to tidy up as much as you could. Before you knew it everyone was over, chilling on the couch talking about the insane traffic.

Everyone engaged in their own conversations, your phone buzzed as you received a text.

You opened it, and it read.

Scotty

Scotty: So if you like me back, does this mean I finally escaped the friendzone? :)

You smiled at the text.

Me: yes, sire. :)

<3

[missionkitty]

Obey Me! - The Forest of Voices - Chapter 2 (Satan/Reader)

chapter 1

(so this chapter is pretty much just a self-indulgent desire to write about kissing and an affectionate satan, haha. i mean, after evading death in a forest after being rescued by someone you love is reason enough to do some kissin', right?)

You finally returned to the camp, Satan holding you tight against his torso.

Solomon and Simeon both let out large sighs of relief as they saw you, though Simeon immediately ran over to look at your leg.

As much as you didn’t want him to, Satan had to set you down near the fire for Simeon to begin administering first aid. He stayed glued to your side, however, somehow keeping a part of him in contact with you the entire time.

Simeon worked his magic, literally and metaphorically, removing your shoe and quickly wrapping your knee and ankle in bandages after rolling up your pant leg to reveal just how swollen everything was. You winced as he firmly finished wrapping your leg, and you felt Satan press his hand against your back.

“There, all done. How does it feel now?” Simeon asked gently.

You took a deep breath, trying to measure the amount of pain you were in now. The throbbing was a lot less painful and you smiled gratefully.

“Better, I think,” you murmured.

“Guess we should probably cut our trip short,” Solomon said with a sigh. “The forest definitely pulled out all the stops for us, didn’t it?”

You glanced at Satan and gave a small smile. He smiled sheepishly in return and rubbed your back.

“The bus won’t come back until morning, so we just need to try and get some sleep in the meantime. Don’t follow any other voices and don’t leave camp,” Satan said with a nod.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Simeon got up to smother the fire and you let out a sigh. You looked at your tent, slightly unsure of how you would get back inside.

“You’ll probably have to scoot yourself in backwards,” Satan said, probably sensing your concern. “I’ll stay with you this time, though,” he added with a blushing smile.

Your cheeks flushed warm, thinking about having Satan close to you again.

“Help me up?” You asked, placing a hand on Satan’s arm.

“Of course,” he said with a smile. He swiftly got under your arm and helped you stand, hobbling you over to the tent.

It took you a moment to slide yourself in, feeling your ears burn under Satan’s watchful gaze. He wore a gentle smile the entire time, only laughing once you were all the way inside the tent. You continued to scoot backwards, further into the tent when he poked his head through the entrance, still smiling.

“How’s your leg?” he asked softly.

You shrugged, letting out a short sigh. “Still hurts a bit, but nothing I can’t handle.”

Satan crawled the rest of himself into the tent as you eventually settled yourself on top of your sleeping bag. You watched him maneuver his again-obviously-large frame over to you, pulling his own sleeping bag next to yours. He slipped his jacket off then looked at you, his eyes wide. You smiled at him, realizing that he looked quite a bit like an eager cat, expectantly waiting to snuggle into his owner’s lap.

“Can I...be this close? Is that okay?” He asked, his cheeks flushing a darker pink. His eyes still somehow sparkled in the faint light.

You smiled and laughed, nodding happily.

“You must be exhausted if you weren’t before…” Satan said quietly.

With his mention of being tired, you suddenly realized how sore and weary you felt. You nodded in reply.

He was silent for a moment, simply looking at you.

“If you’d like...you can use me as a pillow,” he murmured.

The air surrounding you two seemed to increase by a few degrees after Satan spoke. Your heart began racing, realizing your proximity to Satan once again. The soft smell of mint floated in the air between the two of you and you remembered the taste of his lips on yours.

You carefully scooted closer to him, feeling your hand graze his. He seemed to jump slightly at your touch, but immediately leaned in to you afterwards. He looked back at you, his expression soft. He gently pressed his forehead against yours, smiling.

Your chest felt like it was tightening as you relished his warmth against you.

His arm snaked around your back, carefully sliding his hand down the side of your waist. His arm was firm around you and he gently started leading you down to your back, your head naturally resting against his chest.

Despite your faintly aching leg and body, you snuggled further into Satan’s chest and you felt his arm squeeze you close as you both lay quiet in the tent. You took a deep breath, his minty scent becoming one of your new favorite smells. The rising and falling of his chest comforted you, and was slowly rocking you to sleep.

You wrapped your arm over the top of his waist, settling your hand on his ribs. He wiggled slightly, a small laugh escaping his mouth, waking you up again.

"Sorry, I'm a bit ticklish, I guess…" he apologized sheepishly.

You smiled as you discovered yet another one of Satan's charming points.

This mysterious, composed man had become so open and soft within the course of one day. You felt honored that you appeared to be the only one he showed this side of himself to.

You remembered the way he held you as he walked back to camp. The way he said those words:

I need you, too.

Your stomach did a somersault and you clung harder to Satan's chest. He silently responded by rubbing your back with his warm hand.

"Did you really mean that...when you said you needed me?" Satan's voice was low and warm. "When you called for me, was that really you?"

You wondered if he could actually read minds, still blushing.

"I did call for you," you replied slowly. "The forest told me that if I used our pact, you would find me. So I begged you to come find me...that I needed you."

Satan let out a small exhale and a laugh.

"So it  was  you. I mean, I could feel you activating our pact, but...I had a hard time trusting the words. I was afraid I was hearing what  I wanted to hear…" he said, his voice pensive. "But it was true."

You clutched his sweater, sighing. Hearing him speak so intimately brought small, hot tears to the corners of your eyes.

"I…" you started, your voice slightly choked in your throat. "I love you."

You felt Satan inhale sharply at your confession and then squeeze you even tighter against his body.

"How is it that in all my centuries of living, a human is the one to make me feel this way?" He whispered in awe. He slowly pulled his arm from around you and shifted his body to where he was now facing you.

"I love you," he said softly. His cheeks were warm and pink and he reached a hand out to stroke your cheek as he stared back at you with his ocean-like eyes. "I feel something much stronger than anger, yet it's so gentle. It pulls me in every single direction, but also makes me feel whole."

Satan was slowly bridging the gap between the two of you. His eyelids were heavy on his sparkling eyes, and you saw him glance at your lips.

"I did say that I could kiss you all night, didn't I?" His warm, melodic voice was husky as he touched his forehead with yours.

Your heart pounded furiously as he drew closer and closer.

"Please do," you finally whispered, brushing a stray blond lock away from his face.

Satan quickly pressed his lips against yours, kissing gently and assuredly.

His lips were soft and the taste of mint energized your tongue. You took the initiative and slipped your tongue past his lips during a long kiss and swirled it over and around his, his taste becoming intoxicating. A low moan rumbled in his chest as he slid his tongue into your mouth and hungrily explored.

Your kisses became more frenzied as he pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth and you responded with the same after beginning another kiss.

Satan slowly rose up from his side, his lips continuously pressing against yours as he positioned himself over you. You threaded your fingers into his soft, wavy hair, moaning contentedly. He gently slid his hand under your jaw, his fingers reaching the back of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek.

You felt a powerful warmth pooling in your stomach, your kisses becoming hungrier still.

He was all you wanted. Every soft, stoic, gentle, firm, incredible part of him. As he greedily took more and more kisses from you, it was as if you could feel that bubbling passion that lurked just beneath his skin. And you were content to give his passion more of your taste.

He was certainly eager to give you more of his.

The two of you continued this way for some time, Satan then moving from your lips to begin a trail of long, nibbling kisses along your neck. A quiet moan escaped your throat each time he carefully ministered his affections to your sensitive skin. You heard him moan in tandem with you a few times, after which he would then breathe deeply and bury his fingers in your hair.

You knew that the two of you had been tangled together like this for hours, as evidenced by your aching leg and back, but it felt like only a few minutes had passed. You knew that Satan was not bluffing when he said he could do this all night, and a part of you was willing to let him. However, he slowly came to a stop, ending with one last, longing kiss and carefully pulled away enough to look at you.

His lips were tantalizingly full and pink, warm from his thorough exploration of your mouth and neck. A small, devilish smile revealed his teeth and he exhaled. You closed your eyes, taking in the minty smell of his breath. You were painfully tempted to pull him back in to continue, but before you could move, Satan dropped his head into the crook of your neck and let out a sound that for a moment, seemed like a cat's purr of satisfaction.

You stroked the back of his head, trailing your fingers down his neck. He let out a laugh and shivered, his warm breath tickling your neck.

"I love you so much," he murmured before gently nipping your neck. It was your turn to shiver and giggle with his playful bite, which seemed to activate him again. "Would you like to keep going?" Satan asked quietly in your ear. His fingers danced along your collarbone before he took your chin in his thumb and index finger.

Electricity seemed to run through your veins at the prospect of getting lost in his lips again, but your back and leg protested loud enough to keep you from immediately agreeing.

"Only if I can be on top this time," you whispered playfully, placing your hand on Satan's firm chest and pushing him back enough to see his face again.

He looked back at you, his expression shocked and his cheeks pink. Control returned to his face and he smiled.

"As you wish," he replied huskily.

You carefully adjusted your position to where your hurt leg was on the outside of your body, Satan gently following your lead. As you settled in again, you looked at his sparkling eyes, full of love for you.

You smiled, and began leading Satan backwards as you once again pressed your lips to his.

You silently thanked the voices in the forest.

You were now prepared to do this all night.

[cosmichoneyedblossoms]

Just Like Candy

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Genre: Angst / Smut

Word Count: 2,791

A/N: I gave the lovey @cho-ji-eun the choice of starting a new imagine for her birthday or finishing the one I had already promised her. Needless to say she said the one I had already started for her, so here it is for my Ji Baby.

“Where’s Woojin? Isn’t he supposed to be your surprise guest?” You asked, plopping down onto the leather sofa and swinging your legs up onto it. Chan hummed in response, his fingers tapping at the keys on the keyboard, music beginning to pour from the speakers. He sighed, rolling back in his chair, your question finally registering as he looked at you.

“He’ll be here in a minute.” He rolled over to you, his gaze focused on your eyes, admiring the unique color they turned under the light of the room, “You sure you want to be in here while we run this live?” His knees met the sofa, his elbows coming to rest on his thighs as he leaned close to you.

“It’s okay, I’ll just play on my phone while you do your thing.” You watched as his cinnamon swirled irises fell to your lips, his tongue slowly swiping over his lips before pulling up into a smile, one that matched the devil’s, “What…?”

“Nothing. Just enjoying the thoughts that ran across my mind.”

“How about you let me on that.” You could see in his eyes that his thoughts weren’t exactly pure, but you were curious to see how risqué they were. His long fingers found their way to the back of your neck, pulling you to him, his lips grazing over your plumpness before the sound of the door opening made him sigh.

“I’m here, I’m here.” Woojin’s melodic tune filled the room as he rolled Chan out of the way to lift your legs and take the space next to you.

“You couldn’t have come like 30 minutes later?” Chan groaned, rolling back to the desk. You started to pull your legs to your square when Woojin rested his arms on your legs.

“You can keep them here, Y/N.” He gave you a gentle smile while his hands rubbed over your bare legs.

“O-okay…” You relaxed into the couch, pulling your phone out to unlock it. Chan’s blood started to boil when he noticed the way that Woojin was ogling you, catching the way that his eyes traced over your shape and you weren’t doing anything to stop him. Jealousy wasn’t something that he usually had to deal with, but watching another guy touch you made him so green-eyed.

“I’m about to start this.” He hissed turning back to the computer, his fingers typing in the website name and signing into it. You glanced over at him, your phone soon vibrating in your hand, telling you that Chan was going live. Insomnia played as Chan moved around in his chair, waving to his fans and jamming out the build-up to the chorus to the song.

But in the end, I get up again—I can’t sleep

“Woo!” Chan’s eyes were focused on the screen as he turned the music down a bit, “Hello everyone. Welcome to Chan’s room!” A wide smile spread over his lips while he made eye contact with the camera, his giggle soon spilling from his chest. As he waited for people to flood into the chat room, he kept an eye on you and Woojin; you noticed him glancing your way every few minutes, your heart skipping a beat every time your eyes met through greeting his fans. Your attention was quickly pulled to the feeling of a hand squeezing your thigh, making you gasp.

“Stop—you know I’m ticklish...” You whispered, attempting to stay as quiet as possible.

“And? Isn’t it about time for you to meet the fans?” He teased, digging his fingers into your flesh, knowing exactly where to grab to make you squeal, but you tried to escape Woojin’s grasp as you heard Chan start to talk.

“Hello, everyone. It’s 11:30 PM.” The laugh that came from Chan made you stop moving even though Woojin was still attacking your ticklish spots, “I came a bit late for you guys, I can’t remember whether I said this before, but I usually work at night. ” Chan continued to talk, trying to ignore the fact that Woojin was touching places on you that only he had ever touched before. He was mad, sure, but could he show that on camera, in front of all of the Stays that were watching at home? No, he couldn’t, but he knew one thing that would really piss you off, “Hello, Stay!” He waved at the camera once more, “Hello, Stay! Stay, who are also my baby girls.” He laughed a bit, letting his hands fall down into his lap, “Stays, if you girls are my baby girls, that would mean I’m your… da...ddy? Moving on!” The snap of your head from the side of the room caused a devilish smile to spread over his lips as he turned on the music.

What the…

You pushed Woojin’s hands from your body, your skin, and blood too hot to have his hands on you. You moved to the one side of the couch, pulling your legs up to your chest, your glare heavy on Chan as he acted like he did nothing wrong. The hour that the live lasted you held it together until he told the camera goodbye—and that's when you lost your cool.

“Thanks for joining me this time, Woojin.” Chan rolled back in his chair until he was next to Woojin who was relaxed in one of the leather chairs.

“No problem, I had fun.”

“I think Y/N and I are about to get some food, would you—”

“Actually, Chan...” You were quick to cut him off, your anger already about to spill over, “I need to have a talk with you before we do anything.”

“About?” He crossed his arms, a sly smile playing upon his lips.

“You damn well know what about.” You hissed, throwing your phone to the vacant side of the couch as you stood up.

“I think that’s my queue to leave.” Woojin mumbled as he got up from the chair.

“Wait, we’re about to go to eat.”

“Find me after you’ve had your talk...” Woojin left the room and with the click of the door, you walked over and locked the door, no one was going to mess up this conversation, and you were asking sure of that.

“What the hell kind of stunt was that, Chan?”

“Whatever do you mean?” He sighed rolling back to his spot in front of the desk.

“Are you really going to let Stays call you ‘daddy’?” He could sense the frustration in your voice without even having to look at you, he knew he hit a nerve and he was not the least bit sorry about it.

“Why does it matter if I do or don’t?” Chan stood from his chair to stretch, playing it off as if you were mad for no reason.

“Being called daddy means you have to be one and I don’t think you could be a daddy even if you tried.” The growled words caused him to move toward you, your body getting trapped between his hands and the wall. The spiciness of his cologne met your nose, turning the anger you harnessed into something else, something more carnal.

“You don’t think I can?” He growled, leaning into you, his hand leaving the wall for a moment to pull the hair that was covering your neck behind your ear. A fire crawled up into your cheeks, the carnal hunger that was growing inside you now spreading through your limbs, the heat between your thighs beginning to pool in the thinness of your underwear. Luscious lips pressed a gentle kiss to the tenderness of your neck, it sparking goosebumps over your skin, your breath got caught in your throat as you gripped the fabric of his black shirt, to feel a smile spread over his lips, “I guess you don't have an answer.” He pulled away from you, a chuckle erupting from his throat, the anger you once felt arising again.

“Seriously, Chan? Fucking own up to it if you're going to do it.” You growled, you hated the way he beat around the bush, it annoyed you to no end. Chan cupped your face, sliding his knee between your thighs—the good boy aura vanishing into an air that was darker, hungrier.

“You want me to punish you? You’ve been back talking a lot lately.” He ground his knee against your panty clad core, eliciting a whine from you.

“Please...” He gripped your hips, rocking them back and forth, making you ride his thighs.

“Don’t stop until I tell you to.” You nodded to his words, focusing on the friction his jeans were creating with yours, the way that the seam dug into the flesh of your pussy that was already aching for him without his fingers even touching you. His lips continued where they left off on your neck, hungry lips staining your skin shades of deep purple and red, marking your body—telling everyone that you were his and no one else’s. The constant digging from the seam your shorts over your throbbing clit was already bring you to your end, the messy rocking of your hips caught Chan’s attention while his lips trailed up your neck to the shell of your ear, “C’mon baby girl, I know you can ride better than that...” He whispered near your ear, the tight knot in your core making it hard to keep a steady pace.

“Chan, I can’t—”

“Is that so? My brat can’t even listen to me?” He pulled his leg from between yours to slip his hand into your shorts, past your panties to bury his fingers in between your slippery lips, “You’re getting wet so easily, Y/N. You all ready for me?” He dipped his fingers into your dripping core, them curling up into your sweet spot roughly, your already trembling legs feeling like they could give out under you at any moment, “You know the rules...” He hummed near your ear, “If you want to feel me, put me in your mouth, baby...” He pulled away with a sly smirk on his lips, your mouth watering to taste him. You dropped down to your knees, focusing on this hand roughly unbuttoning his pants, your excitement throbbing in your core, “If you think you’re gonna get off easy this time, you’re sadly mistaken, baby girl.”

“Is that so?” You kinked an eyebrow as he pulled his pants and boxers down just enough for his hard cock to spring free from the waistband.

“Don’t get cocky, Princess.” He gripped your chin, guiding his cock towards your mouth, “Open.” You opened your mouth, Chan calmly slid the tip onto your tongue, the rough sensation causing him to suck a breath in between his teeth. You knew Chan loved feeling your mouth wrapped around him and teasing him was your favorite thing—you hummed while swirling your tongue around his throbbing tip, his hips bucking at your sudden movement, “It’s not nice to tease.” He buried his hands into your hair, gripping your head as he hastily thrusted his hips into your mouth, sending his cock down your throat. You attempted to pull back from him, but he backed you up against the wall, using it to his advantage to use your mouth in whatever way he pleased; the burn in your lung screamed to breathe, but Chan didn’t look like he was going to be done anytime soon. His dark eyes were focused on his length buried past the plush of your lips, loving watching it grow as he pulled out of your mouth and disappear down your throat. Blistering tears ran down your cheeks, your tears finally pulling him out of his blissful moment to refocus on your face, “Are you ready to behave for daddy?” He gently caressed your cheeks as he pulled his throbbing cock from your lips, he ran his thumb over your reddened lips, smearing your drool mixed with his precum over your plumpness. Your fucked out expression fueled a hunger in him he’d never felt before, “Use your words, baby, otherwise I won’t let you cum.”

“Yes… daddy… I’m going to be a good girl now…” You batted your wet eyelashes up at him, catching a smile appear on his lips.

“Tell me what you want, princess…” His thumb ran over your lips once more, slipping into your mouth for your lips to wrap around it, your tongue searching for even a hint of his taste. Pulling his thumb from your mouth, you hummed, biting your lip a bit.

“I want your cock…” You popped up onto your knees, desperate hands sliding under his shirt to reveal soft forming abs, “I want to feel you…” Swollen lips pressed against his skin, making him groan, “Deep inside me… daddy… please…” You placed more kisses to his stomach, trailing down his defined V line to the base of his cock.

“Then bend over, baby girl.” You stood from your spot on the floor, quickly discarding your shorts and panties to bend over the arm of the couch, your ass high in the air. Chan walked over to the desk to open a drawer, a box of condoms slid to the front of it and he pulled one from the box before closing the drawer; he glanced over at your figure, your legs visibly shaking in anticipation of being able to feel him inside your aching core. He flicked his eyes back to the desk, his eyes catching the screen of the computer, the button to start a v-live flashing; what a perfect way to make this interesting. The subtle clicks of the keyboard held your attention for a moment as the sound of music began to pour from the speakers as well as a quiet ding from your phone.

Hold on… that’s the—

“Sorry Stays, I decided I couldn’t stay away for too long, how about another jam session?” You turned your head towards Chan to see him waving at the camera, every hair stood on end as all of your senses focused on your arousal dripping from your slick folds.

“You’re back? Is this a joke?” Chan read aloud, a stifled chuckle attempted to escape him.

“Hm… I don’t think so, but I have something to finish up so, bare with me for a few minutes.” Chan slipped out of the frame of the camera while ripping the condom open as quietly as possible and rolling it down onto his length; his cold fingers brushed against the bare skin of your ass, making you gasp as he took the spot behind you.

“Chan? What are you doing?” You whispered loud enough for him to hear, his body hovered over yours while he slipped his cock between your dripping wet folds.

“If you don’t want to get caught, you better not make any noise...” He guided his cock to your throbbing hole and thrusted his hips into you, making your body jerk from the pressure of him hitting your cervix. Chan gripped your hips tightly, the sound of his skin meeting yours got lost behind the loud music that came from the speakers, but it sounded so much louder to you; you gripped at the cushions as Chan’s relentless pace attacked your sensitive spots, you were so close to your release, so close that you almost let out grunts and groans that could give you away. Chan could sense you were about to unravel around him, your walls bore down on him hard enough that he could cum at any minute himself, but cumming before you wasn’t something he was going to do, “C’mon, baby girl… Cum for daddy…” He breathed, your core tightening up around him at his words; he leaned down, wrapping his arm around your waist, his hand immediately finding your aching clit. You growled into the pillow on the couch while he rolled your swollen nub between his fingers and teased your sweetest of spots, your high flooding your body as you felt the pulsing of his cock inside you, his own orgasm taking over him, “Fuck…” He hissed, burying his face into your shoulder, his cock pouring every drop he had into the condom; he pressed gentle kisses to your neck while he pulled out, the condom getting stuck inside your core. He watched as his cum dripped out of the latex, it starting to pool up on the floor under you.

“Chan…” You whispered, his voice quick to hush you.

“Relax, baby girl.” He pressed a kiss to your ass before speaking loudly, “Alright guys...” Pulling up his pants he began to return back to the computer; he plopped down into the computer chair, a smile pasted onto his lips, “What should we listen to?”

[imaginecoderealize]

Hi! Any headcannons for the guys (include Sholmes , Nemo and Hansel) when they have the first sex with Cardia after dating? 😂

Mod Nautilus and I were overjoyed to receive your request for first time sexy times! We absolutely welcome sexy headcanons and other written NSFW type asks at anytime! We split these between us, with Mod Nautilus taking Impey, Sholmes, Nemo and Hansel and Mod Apostle taking Lupin, Saint, Fran and Van. 

They are behind a cut for NSFW content. 

We hope you enjoy reading these as much as we did writing them! 

—Mod Apostle

Arsene Lupin:

Lupin noticed that Cardia has been acting a little differently lately. Her eyes following him a little more closely, her kisses a little hungrier. One day he walked into her room to find her quickly pulling her hand from under the blankets with a red face. He promised himself that he wouldn’t push her. She was a special lady with unique circumstances. He wanted her to understand her own body before introducing her to his. He was confident that she would come to realize her own desire, and when she did, he would be waiting. 

He was changing his shirt in his room when she came running in. Her wide eyes staring at him as if hypnotized, her red face and heavy breaths told him all he needed to know. He gave her a gentle smile and promised to make all of her his. 

Later that night, after dinner was finished, Cardia put her hand on his. The look in her eyes said she was resolved. He kissed her and lifted her in his arms. She gave him a shy smile as he carried her. She was so adorable he had to use all his training to be patient until he arrived in his rooms and sat her down on the bed. She looked a little nervous, but not alarmed. 

Lupin knelt in front of her, “Do you know why I brought you here?” he asked gently. 

She blushed so prettily, but nodded, “I love you Lupin… I want to know… I want to know what these… feelings mean.” 

He gave her what he hoped was a dashing smile, “Then allow me to teach you, my beautiful lady.”

He slid his hand to the back of her neck and kissed her. He had kissed her many times by then, but this was different, still gentle, but more serious… Unlike in the past when his stronger approach made her shy away, she willingly opened herself to him, pulling him closer. Her own kisses became urgent. It was him who had to pull back, or it would happen too fast, and he had no intention of rushing this most precious moment. 

He unbuttoned her blouse with his expert fingers, letting them linger over her bare flesh, enjoying the way her breath caught when he touched her skin. Skin that was once toxic, but now only warm and soft beneath his fingers. It almost made him lose control, but a thief must be patient. He pulled open her blouse. Her crystal jewel glittered harmlessly above her soft, full breasts. He kissed her jaw, her jewel, the hollow between her breasts, letting his fingers brush her rosebud nipples as he pulled off her blouse and smiled at the little gasp she made as he did.  

“Lupin.” she breathed. She lifted her hips eagerly for him to take off her pants. Lupin felt his excitement grow. Oh she was definitely ready… She lay back in the bed, her exquisite body revealed to him, the most precious jewel he had ever stolen. She looked up at him so intently as he undressed, her attention making him fumble like a boy, though hearing her little gasp when he at last stood naked before her made him feel very much a man. He laid beside her and kissed her again. She was as urgent as he. He felt a thrill to hear her low moan when he touched between her legs. She was already so warm and wet beneath his fingers, her body rose as he touched her, but he didn’t hurry. He wanted her to feel nothing but pleasure in this act of love.

“Lupin… please…” she pleaded, her body hot with need. 

Just at the moment he knew she could stand no more, he moved down to taste the sweet fruits of his patient labors. 

She gasped with shock, her hands tangling in his hair. She cried out as the tremors shook her body with the strength of her orgasm. That pushed him to his limit, too. He rose and kissed her fiercely, she put her arms around him and he entered her as slowly as he could manage, it was such sweet torment, the feel of her soft, sweet body accepting him readily, the pleasurable sounds she made at the feel of him.  His control unraveled quickly and he was afraid he moved too fast, but as he found his release her body also reacted, her inner muscles holding him fast as she came again. 

A little while later she lay sleeping in his arms. A gentle smile on her still-flushed face. Lupin was surprised that she fell asleep so quickly, but he was delighted he could satisfy her so completely. 

“fais de beaux rêves, ma dame bien-aimée.” he said softly, kissing her sweat-damp hair, “Sweet dreams, my beloved lady.” 

…….

Abraham Van Helsing: 

Truly, the library of Saint Germain contains books on every topic.’ Cardia thought to herself as she perused the books. She pulled one out at random with the odd name of ‘Kama Sutra.’ 

She was startled by its contents and nearly put it back on the shelf, but she was alone in the mansion and curiosity got the better of her. She recently started thinking of things like those in the book, but was too shy to ask Van about them. The book offered her a chance to learn without embarrassment. 

She spent the next several hours reading. It was shocking and exciting how many ways there were to be touched. She tried touching herself, too. It felt very good. She imagined Van touching her as she explored herself, “Van…” she cried out into the empty room, “Van… please…!!”

…

“Van… please!!” Van heard Cardia’s voice cry urgently as he walked in the door. 

He flew up the stairs in a panic, afraid something terrible happened, and threw open the door to Cardia’s bedroom, “Cardia!? What—“

He quickly took in the scene before him. Cardia lay on the bed, legs apart, her fingers still touching herself as if she had been paralyzed by his voice. Her beautiful face was as red as a rose. 

Van imagined his face was in a similar state, but he couldn’t look away. His heart pounded at the sight of her that way. He was a gentleman. He promised himself to wait until Cardia gave him a sign that she was ready. 

She was certainly giving him a sign. 

He had been ready for a long, long time… probably since she risked her life to save him. She was so strong and precious. He wondered how long she had such desires? 

He cleared his throat, “You called for me?” he asked dryly. 

Cardia gave a little squeak and closed her legs, much to his disappointment, “I… I w-was just…” 

Van walked to the nightstand and gazed upon the stack of books… most of the titles were not familiar, but he could tell their topics readily enough. He sat on the bed next to her, “I feel the same way.” he hoped to soothe her embarrassment. 

“You… feel the same way?” 

“Of course. A man always desires the woman he loves.” he kissed her lips, “Every waking moment.” 

She returned his kiss, “I can’t stop… thinking about—“

That was all he needed to hear. Van stood and stripped quickly. He could feel her eyes on him. He wasn’t shy about his body and much enjoyed her attention. He stood before her in nothing but his undershorts, “Your turn. Or would you prefer me to do it?” he gave her a hungry smile. 

Cardia’s hands were trembling as she fumbled with her buttons. He saw her panties already thrown aside next to the bed. Growing impatient, he pulled off her dress to reveal her delicate white slip, “let me see you now.” he said huskily, “I will return the favor.” 

Cardia shyly pulled up her slip. Van’s mouth watered at the sight of her. The flush of darker pink between her thighs clearly visible. The gentle bounce of her breasts as she pulled off her slip. “You are so beautiful.” he murmured. He kissed her lips, her beautiful breasts, her belly… his fingers seeking downward between her legs to find her already wet and hot. She moaned as he kissed and stroked her, her hands clutching the sheets, “Van!? Ah!! Ahhhh!” 

When she’d had all she could take, he rose to lift her in his arms, his hands cupping her bottom while she wrapped her legs around his waist and he entered her easily. She felt so good he thought he couldn’t stand it. He gazed at her face, alive with desire only for him. He rocked her hips against his, her inner muscles already beginning to flutter against him, until she threw her head back and screamed. The sight of her beautiful face radiant and wild with abandon, made him come hard as he pushed her against the wall, thrusting deeply into her. She gasped and cried out his name.  

….

Cardia panted hard as Van held her tightly, waiting for the pounding in her chest to slow down. She had never felt more alive than she did at that moment. She never felt more fulfilled.

Van pushed her back gently, his face worried, “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” 

She smiled at him, feeling as if her heart might burst from the joy she felt. Van always treated her with so much love and concern, it made her want to weep from happiness.

“Yes… I am more than all right.” she said, and kissed him again.

……

Victor Frankenstein: 

‘Just one more closet to organize and I’ll stop for lunch.’ Cardia said to herself as she finished folding Fran’s sweaters. 

She spotted a package tucked between the hat boxes as tidied the shelves. She picked it up and saw that it was an unopened gift box. She must have put it there by mistake when she got her new hat.

It had no return address, but the quality of the box and wrappings were hints as to its sender. 

She opened it to find a note-

“Wear this for a pleasurable evening with Dr. Frankenstein.” 

Fondly, V”

Cardia was confused at the contents. It seemed awfully… short for a dress… and it was only held closed with a pink ribbon. The fabric was very  sheer… there was also a pair of lace underwear and fluffy shoes with heels. She blushed at the thought of wearing it. But… it made her excited to think about Fran’s reaction. 

She vowed to put it on before Fran came home and went to finish her chores. 

….

Fran was tired as he made his way home. The only thing that made his heart feel lighter was the beautiful girl waiting for him.

He opened the door, but Cardia was nowhere to be seen. 

“Cardia?” he called, a little worried. 

He heard unfamiliar clicking heels and a vision appeared before him in the foyer. 

“Welcome home, Fran.” 

………………….

………………

…….

Fran was speechless. The vision wore Cardia’s face and spoke with her voice. Cardia’s face looked perfectly normal, or he thought so… he wasn’t really looking at her face. There was just… so much of her to see. Her hair braided with pink ribbons, the rose-colored silk that made her skin look radiant. The hint of deeper rose at her breasts beneath the sheer fabric, the ruffles framing her bare stomach downward to lace panties and the tiny bow at her—

Cardia covered herself with her hands, “Do I look ugly?”

Ugly? Fran’s brain could not fathom the vision saying such a word, “Wha?!!?! No! Y-you look… um…” he shook himself out of his stupor, “I… haveneverseenanythingsobeautiful….” 

The vision of Cardia’s blush only made her lovelier. Fran tried to gather his thoughts. He knew it would only confuse her to introduce feelings she wasn’t ready for. He was ashamed not to have been more attentive… but determined to make up for it. He had been ready for a long time. 

He dropped his bag, threw his coat and sweater in a heap next to the door and pulled her into his arms before embarrassment could overtake them both. He tried to kiss her gently, but the feel of her body through the thin silk ignited a fire in his heart that threatened to consume all reason. She seemed surprised, but her arms encircled his neck, “Fran…” she breathed, “What is this…?” 

“It is okay. You don’t need to be nervous.” he didn’t know if he was talking to her or himself. He took her by the hand and led her upstairs. 

He opened the first door he saw, glad it had a bed and not caring about anything else. He cut off Cardia’s questioning exclamation with another kiss. She slipped her hands under his collar and he shed several buttons in his haste to give her what she wanted. He untied the bow beneath her breasts to free them. He knew he should go slower, but it was as if a dam had burst and he needed touch all of her… or the moment would be lost and he would lose his nerve. He leant down to kiss her breasts, teasing her beautiful nipples into hard points. How had he waited so long to do this?

“Fran… that… that feels… Oh!”

He untied the little bow on her panties and touched her carefully, aware that she would be sensitive for not having been touched before. He had to be careful… 

“This… this feeling… it is…” she began to pant just from this lightest touches. He looked forward to the day when he could do more, but for now this gentle stroking was all she could take. Her body tensed as he slipped his fingers inside her so what came next would feel as good for her as it would for him…

She nearly fell to the floor with the shock of her orgasm. He had enough wits to make sure she would only fall back on the soft bed. 

She was beautiful like that, her heaving chest sweat-damp and panting from his touch. He stripped off what remained of his clothing and kissed her deeply, swallowing her gasps.

He entered her as slowly as he could. The pleasurable sounds she made told him she felt good, too. He held back to enjoy the feel of her, the sounds she made, the way her nails dug into his skin… all of it. This gentle girl who made him want to be so much more than he was. Now she gave her whole body to him too.

“I love you, Fran…” she panted, clutching his shoulders hard as she came again. He thought she might draw blood, but he didn’t care. Anything she did was sweet to him.

“I love you, Cardia!”  he moaned in the trembling aftershocks of her release, and finally surrendered to his own. 

….

Cardia’s heart and mind were likewise overwhelmed by the shock of what happened. She had read love stories and understood how men and women joined their bodies, but she never dreamed how good it would feel. 

Cardia turned to her love, still catching his breath and said the first thing that came to mind,  “Victoria was right.” 

Fran turned to her, a look of confusion on his face, “Victoria?”

“Victoria said if I wore this I would have a pleasurable evening with you… she was right.” 

Fran’s face passed from confusion to understanding to beet red embarrassment in seconds, “Aaaah! So that’s what she meant the other day when she asked if I had a ‘good night?!’”

“I will need to send her a thank you card.” Cardia smiled happily, “It was a very pleasurable evening.” 

………

IMPEY BARBICANE: 

To say that Cardia and Impey had passion would be an understatement. When nothing stood in their way anymore, you couldn’t claw the two of them apart.

However, when ‘push’ comes to ‘shove’, Impey’s surprisingly cool. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, nor is the timing particularly bad, it’s just… something always seems to happen. Sisi runs in. One of his gadgets blows up. Fran shows up.

Finally, Cardia realizes that she will have to take matters into her own hands.

The next time Impey decides to take a shower, she joins him. She’s the more forceful of the two, using Impey’s stunned silence to wrap her arms around him from behind and memorize the features of his body with her fingertips. She only stops when she reaches down far enough to get a little worried.

To say that Impey is well-hung is a bit of an understatement.

Sensing Cardia’s nervousness, Impey turns around so she can fully see what she’s dealing with.

“I promise, my honey, I will do whatever it takes to make you feel good!” Impey clasps her hands, looking at her with a devoted smile, and Cardia nods.

Somehow they manage to get out of the shower without slipping, and Impey carries Cardia to the bedroom where they can continue.

It’s very slow at first, a little too slow for Cardia, in fact. Impey’s looking at her so worriedly that she almost regrets how much her nerves were showing.

She puts her hands on his chest and pushes him back, and he settles into the pillows, his usual smile returning when Cardia climbs on top of him.

“Want to ride the cannon straight to the moon, huh?” he winks.

… Cardia’s almost tempted to leave him there, but she’s waited too long for this. Ignoring Impey’s worry, she thrusts on him as hard as she can, and it isn’t long before both of them melt into their bliss.

……

Saint Germain:

Saint finished his hosting duties and walked back to the rooms he shared with his new bride. A full moon stood high overhead. He remembered another full moon when he saw her for the first time; a beautiful, tragic girl with sad eyes. He thought something deep in his frozen heart was captivated from that moment. He never dreamt the day would come when he would take her hand and speak the most sacred vow he had ever taken.

He wanted nothing more than to rush  to their rooms and take her in his arms, but her circumstances were unique. He would not press her. He learned at least that much from his mistakes. 

For now, it was enough just to share her heart. 

….

Cardia was nervous, but she wanted to feel more of Saint. He kissed her countless times. She accepted his warmth and touch, but lately that feeling had become something deeper and more mysterious. A strange ache that left her wanting something she couldn’t quite explain. The poison held her back in the past, but now—

She heard Saint’s quiet, slow knock on the door. 

“C-Come in.” she called, her voice trembling slightly. 

She heard the door open behind her and smelled Saint’s cologne, like sweet, clean herbs and warm resins. Her heart gave a little jump. 

—It was their wedding night. 

….

Saint heard the tremor in her voice and opened the door worriedly, “Cardia? Is everything all right?” 

She was sitting at the dressing table, her silver-white gown spread around her. She gave him a radiant smile in the mirror and her eyes sparkled. His heart was pierced by her beauty. 

“Oh… yes, I-I’m fine.” 

He walked up to rest his hand on her bare shoulder and kissed her ear, “Are you happy?” 

“Yes…”  she sighed, “But…”

“But? Cardia, did something—“

“No! Nothing like that. Saint… t-this is… tonight… I—“

“Has someone been telling you about the wedding night? Hehe. You are a special lady. I can wait until you are ready.”

“No…! I… do… want…” she blushed scarlet. 

He could see she was nervous, but there was fire in her eyes, too. He smiled, “I see…” he pulled off her long silk gloves slowly and kissed her wrists, her palms, her fingers, breathing in her rosewater perfume. He lifted her chin to kiss her lips, just the lightest touch, then unfastened her hair ornaments. She shuddered as he kissed the nape of her neck. He wanted to cherish every moment, every sigh she made and hold it in his heart, to fill it with so much love there was no room for anything else. 

He kissed her neck, tasting her skin, honey sweet. Listened to the sound of her sighs, felt the way she trembled at the touch of his fingers down her back as he unfastened the tiny jeweled buttons on her dress. He designed it to be easy for her to wear, and if he gave thought to its removal he would never tell. 

Her dress fully loosened, he lifted her into his arms and  kissed her again, this time more deeply. 

“Saint?” Cardia asked softly pulling away, “May I do… the same for you?”

“hehe. You wish to undress me? I am happy to oblige.” he was surprised… and pleased… by her suggestion.

He put her down when they reached the bedroom. The dress slid off as easily as he expected. The silk slip she wore was more beguiling than the dress. The delicate blue ribbons at her breast made him want nothing more than to untie them, but Cardia had her own ideas. Her expression was adorably serious as she attempted to undress him. He hadn’t given thought of the ease of his own clothing’s removal. Her shaking hands definitely weren’t helping. 

“Here.” he put his hand over hers when her frustration appeared to be escalating. He helped her undo the pearl buttons on his vest, but she was determined to do the rest herself. She kissed his chest as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. She appeared reluctant to go any further. 

“Are you satisfied, or would you like to finish?” he teased. 

“…. I-I think this enough for now.” 

 “Then it is my turn.” he whispered. His hands at last found those tempting ribbons. He untied each one with a kiss and opened her slip. He kissed her breasts, aware that her skin was was still sensitive.

She gasped at the feel of his tongue on her nipples. Her breaths coming in short gasps, “Saint! This feeling is…!” He released her to let her to catch her breath. It would not do to rush. 

“Cardia.” he breathed… “Are you all right?” 

She was nervous, but he could see she wanted more, too. “Yes… I-I am prepared…”

Saint lifted her off her feet and laid her on the bed. He undid his final button, but she rose to stop him, “Wait!” She wrapped her hands around his waist and pushed down his pants and underwear in one motion. She gazed at him intently for a moment and kissed his stomach… and lower…

He was startled. Did she mean to…? He felt a most uncharacteristic rush of heat to his face as well as elsewhere, “Cardia…?” 

She smiled up at him, a little mischief glittered in her eyes, “You are much more beautiful than the illustrations in books. I have wanted to see you for a long time.” 

“Aha…You need only have asked. I am flattered, but it is my turn first. A gentleman must see to his wife’s pleasure.” 

He knelt before her and kissed her belly and untied the blue ribbons at her hips. He was honored and humbled to be her lover. This precious, strong and gentle girl. She who fought fate, who defeated and saved him. Starting now, he would atone by giving her body all the love and joy his skill was capable of bringing her. He pushed her gently back against the bed and lowered his head between her legs. His kisses were light and teasing, enjoying the sight and taste of her, carefully gauging her reactions, cherishing them and letting them build until the urgency of her cries told him that the time had come to finish, and he took her into his mouth. She screamed his name and arched off the bed, her hands gripped his hair. It was the most beautiful pain he ever experienced. The most exquisite sound he ever heard. 

He rose to look at her. Even he had his limits, “Does this feel good to you? Tell me.. please tell me…”

“Yes…” her voice was barely a breath. She opened her eyes.  

Her eyes told him everything. He was shocked at what he saw there. No one had ever looked at him like that. He felt both vulnerable and stronger captured by those eyes.

It was too much. He took her in his arms and kissed her lips, she accepted his kiss… she accepted all of him. She moaned a little when he entered her, but her smile said that she felt only pleasure.“I love you.” he said breathlessly as he began to move slowly inside her, and again in the languages of his long ago youth as the tension built to a exquisite shared release, of his soul bound to hers. Of their bodies joined as one. 

….

Cardia lay long after in the afterglow of more pleasure than she thought her body could experience. She felt beautifully exhausted, as weak as a kitten, and profoundly loved as she lay wrapped in her husband’s arms.

“Are you happy, beloved?” Saint repeated his earlier question softly. 

“I am happy.” she replied with a content sigh, “I believe I will be happy for the rest of my life.” 

……..

HERLOCK SHOLMES:    

Cardia’s romance with Sholmes was so magical that at times it felt almost like a fairytale, and the first time is no different. He greets Cardia with a bouquet of red roses and takes her to the sitting room, where he prepares her tea and plays her a song on his violin.

The scent of roses and the warmth of the tea is perfect background to Sholmes’ performance, and Cardia looks at him in a daze when he finishes and takes her hand in his.

“Tonight, I want us to do all of the things that lovers do. I want to touch you, embrace you, kiss you with unrestrained passion… will you allow me the honor?”

Cardia smiles and begins to stand up, but Sholmes gently guides her back to the chair. Once she’s seated, he bends down and gently begins to lift one of her boots, asking for her permission with his gaze.

Cardia nods, and Sholmes begins to take it off.

A fairytale, indeed, but Sholmes has no glass slipper, instead opting to undress Cardia with a reverence one might hold for a beautiful work of art.

“Cardia…” he says her name, repeating it like a prayer as he begins to slide down her stockings. “Cardia, I will do everything I can to bring you happiness.”

She arches her back so he can loop his fingers through the fabric of her pants, continuing to undress her as he finally kisses her, slow and gentle.

It’s only when she’s completely undressed that he takes her in his arms, following a candlelit path to the bedroom.

Every moment of that night is perfectly planned, from the candles to the soft bedsheets already folded down.

Did he… actually clean up in preparation for this?

As Cardia looks at Sholmes’ smiling face, she comes to the conclusion that he had to have assistance in some way or another. Sholmes is still Sholmes.

He sets her down on the bed and sits down next to her, bringing her hands to him. Letting him lead her, Cardia begins to undress him just as slowly and reverently as he did to her. Then, to her surprise, instead of climbing on top of her he shifts so that he can reach around and pleasure her with light touches of his fingertips, just enough to tease and give hints of the bliss waiting for them both.

Cardia’s breathing deeply when Sholmes lays her down and climbs on top of her, the tips of his violet hair grazing her skin and giving her goosebumps.

“May I, Cardia?”

She nods, and Sholmes enters.

“Cardia, if you feel uncomfortable…”

She wraps her arms around him, and he laughs.

“I see, then, shall we?”

His thrusts are determined and precise. He really did plan out everything, from the romantic candlelight to the rhythm of his hips.

Sholmes is concentrating so hard that Cardia wonders if he’s getting any pleasure out of it, it feels like the entirety of his focus is on her.

That’s not right.

She digs her fingers into his shoulders and kisses him, catching the great detective off guard enough for his thrust to turn into a grind that makes both of them moan.

He’s still precise, with Cardia’s teasing they’re both able to coax each other over the edge.

……

HANSEL HEXENHOUSE:

Hansel’s always been physical with Cardia, ever since they first met. It’s only natural that Hansel would be very sensual once he starts dating Cardia.

“Your scent… it’s so sweet…”

With Finis still at his job in London, there’s nobody at the house except Hansel standing next to an overturned basket of sweets, his arms around Cardia.

“Sweeter than the best treat… I want a taste…”  

That’s how it begins, with a kiss on the cheek. He really is taking in her scent, his lips slowly and deliberately tasting her in the sweetest spots. Hansel removes her clothes as he does so, like he’s unwrapping a warm cookie fresh from the bakery.

Looking around, Cardia notices that Gretel is nowhere to be found.

“Hmm? Don’t worry about her… sometimes siblings want to spend time by themselves, don’t you think…?”

It’s all going so fast, but with Hansel’s slow voice and deliberate pacing, Cardia feels like they’ve spent an eternity just touching each other.

She would look amazing dripping with sweet cream and honey, strawberries dotting her stomach and icing drizzled across her breasts—but not this time. No, this time Hansel wants Cardia as herself. He wants that intoxicating taste that has been tempting him since he first met her.

He props Cardia up on the table and begins to taste the sweetest spot, the fragrance of her skin making his breath catch in his throat.

Cardia wants more, but Hansel seems to have no intention of taking his mouth away from between her legs.

“More… and more… sticky and sweet…”

When Cardia orgasms, Hansel lethargically rises and scoops her into his arms, carrying her back into her bedroom.

The cookies lie on the floor, forgotten, as Hansel finally gets his favorite sweet.

He starts out slow, agonizingly so. Cardia tries to whisper for him to go faster, but he shakes his head.

“Every moment, every drop, I want to drag it out so you can really… truly… feel all of me.”

But Hansel can only keep that slow pace for so long. The heat is getting to him, and soon he’s moving just as needily as Cardia.

As sweet as her body tasted, as delicious as her arms around him is, the best moment for Hansel is when Cardia begins to seize, trembling with delirious release.

Hansel can’t hold back after that, finishing as soon as Cardia’s sinks into her pillow with exhaustion.

…….

NEMO: 

“You keep on asking about Nemo! I’d better be careful, or I might have to start taking Nemo’s ‘rival’ talk seriously, huh?”

Impey’s joke is probably what made Cardia start thinking about it. And when Cardia started thinking about it, Finis noticed. And when Finis noticed, he started questioning his sister’s sanity. And when he started questioning his sister’s sanity, the sister in question knew she had to visit the jail under Buckingham Palace. 

“Oh-hooooo! If it isn’t myyyyyyyy sisteeeeeeeer!!” 

…..

Cardia’s a little surprised—not because of his nickname, he always calls her that—but because of her reaction to it. She’s always hated it when he called her that, but the reasoning…

It feels different this time. 

It makes her realize that perhaps, just perhaps, she wants a different sort of closeness.

And hearing his voice again makes her also realize… she really missed it. 

……………….

She really missed his voice–?! 

“Hmmmmm, you look a little perturbed. Want to tell your ~darling big brother~ about it?”

“… Don’t say that,” replies Cardia. “I just, uh…” 

She takes a deep breath.

On the surface level, nothing she’s said to him as really made an impact. 

But she has to ask about this feeling.

—–

That was the start of it all, really! Well, sort of. Cardia had to call Impey because Nemo short-circuited rather spectacularly when he figured out what ‘feeling’ Cardia was talking about.

I mean, his words started out promising!

“Of coooooourse I would set your maiden sensibilities a-flutter! It’s only naaaaatural that you, the daughter of Professor Isaac, would… ahh…” 

… Started out promising, I said.

“… Aaahhh–?!?! YOOOOOU–??! HORO—HOROLOGIUM–?? PROFESSOR ISAAC’S—??”

And then he went quiet, his last word a very quiet: “C… Cardia…?”

About fifteen minutes later, Cardia and Impey are staring at him.

“Wow, I can’t believe you killed Nemo,” says Impey. 

Their relationship blossoms over the course of Nemo’s jail sentence. And when I say “blossoms”, I mean that Nemo gained enough of his senses back to assure Cardia that he found her to be a charming young lady! 

He just… hadn’t thought of it like that before. She’s Isaac’s daughter. 

“What, so I’m not a soulless doll?” Cardia asks him with a wry smirk. 

Nemo hums loudly, deep in thought. 

“…I wooooouldn’t call a ‘soulless doll’… my girlfriend….” 

But the chaste pecks on the lips and fingertip touches between bars aren’t what you all are here for, right?

No no you want me to hit that ‘auto’ button and skip past the weeks of the Lupin Gang warming up to the idea of their princess falling for a mad scientist, the months of trials and even the moment when Cardia stood to testify that—Nemo had never really hurt her. Even when he considered her a doll, even when the only “precious” thing he saw about her was the Horologium—he hadn’t hurt her. 

And how one by one the Lupin Gang fessed up: if it weren’t for Nemo, they’d be dead. 

But nope, nope, you all want the Good Stuff. And the ‘Good Stuff’ doesn’t come for a long time, even after Nemo is released. Of course Nemo is very affectionate, Saint-Germain even jokingly calls Nemo Cardia’s ragdoll (“AAAAAAAPOOOOSTLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”). 

But one night, the gentle, hesitant kisses get deeper, and Cardia realizes just how much Nemo has been holding back. 

“Y-You’ve never…” he looks away, pale violet eyes flickering in the lamplight. “If you don’t want… I meeeean…” 

Cardia cuts off his worries with another kiss, untying the bandages from his fingers so they can finally have skin-to-skin contact. 

He had only touched her with tools before, and suddenly all the barriers are gone. 

His hand, his bare hand on her cheek feels so warm. That one simple touch conveys more feeling than weeks of his experimental prodding and poking.

“It’s been a long time for me, too, honestly…” Nemo’s grin is lopsided. “Buuuut… just relaaaax… I’ll show you all the wonderful things that science can do for a woman’s body.”  

But Cardia notices, after they undress, how he can’t stop looking at the Horologium. Even after all this, that gem is what catches his eye. 

If she wants to be with him, she really will have to test her patience. Can she do that? Will she go that far for Nemo, of all people?

She takes a deep breath and nods before leaning forward and cupping his cheeks in her hands. She tilts his face upwards until their eyes lock, and it’s like Nemo’s released from a spell that the Horologium held over him. He smiles at her, that wide and dopey smile that for once, sincerely… looks happy. 

Yes, she will go that far for him. 

He’d experimented on the Horologium dozens of times with all kinds of tools. But now all he has are his fumbling hands and his soft lips planting kisses across her chest. 

At first, Cardia’s nervous that the Horologium is the only thing he’ll pay attention to, but soon his lustful sighs increase in ferocity as he seeks out other, warmer parts of her body: her jawline, the inside of her wrist, the heat beneath her breasts, the flat of her stomach, her hip bone, lower and lower until Nemo’s loud voice is muffled by her soft thighs and consumed by her scent. 

“I can stoooop if you want me to…” Nemo is on top of her, his eyes glinting with mischief.

His piercings… aren’t just on his face. She was distracted by his kisses, but with him getting ready to enter her it’s rather hard to ignore. 

“… Did those hurt?”

“No,” Nemo chokes. 

“………”

“W-Well, they don’t now! They feel wooooooonderful, and I’m sure you’ll discover too, Cardia…” 

His voice becomes strained.

“Cardia, my lovely, precious Cardia!”

Nemo’s more manageable size and the attention he lavished on her beforehand makes Cardia’s first time almost immediately a pleasant one. Any anxiety is drowned out by eager compliments he’s moaning in her ear, and the laughter, all the laughter. It’s infectious! She can’t stop herself from giggling, too, at the wonderful sensation of their bodies finally linking and how strange it all is– strange and perfect and fun!

“N-Nnggh—!!” 

But it’s all over so quickly. 

Nemo’s eyes are wide as he stares at Cardia, his mouth drawn thin as his face begins to redden from embarrassment. 

“Ohhhh…..” he groans. “Ohhhh noooooooo…..!!!” 

He rolls off of her, sweating profusely as he realizes that, well, he just got TOO excited. 

“Nonononono-ooo–oooooo—!!” 

Frustrated tears begin to form at the edges of his eyes, making Cardia immediately sit up. 

“It’s okay, Nemo,” she says in a calm voice, making him look at her with a pathetic sniff. “This is just the first time. We… both of us… have a lot of time to practice.” 

Nemo sniffs again, his happy grin slowly beginning to return. “R-Really?”

“Really, Nemo,” says Cardia.

“T-Then…” he wipes his nose on his arm. “I guess, in the meantime, I’ll have to use…”

His voice darkens. “Phalaaaanges.” 

Cardia recalls the lessons she took from Fran and narrows her eyes at Nemo’s menacing aura. 

“I know what fingers are, Nemo, you can’t scare me.” 

That doesn’t stop him from wiggling them threateningly in her direction before he pounces on her once more.

[the-got7-bts-imagines]

Jealousy is the Best Policy

REQUESTED

Word Count: 1988

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Type: Smut

Summary: Just a relaxing day with the boys. Only... something’s off with Jaebum. He’s acting strange, maybe a bit angry... a bit distant... 

Wait, no way! Is he... Jealous..? 

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the grass was a vibrant green, the sky was cloudless and there was a gentle breeze entering your house through the windows. You were relaxing on the couch, a glass of ice cold lemonade resting on the table next to you. You took a sip, refocusing back on the book that was resting in your lap soon after to continue the adventure your mind was taking. Everything was peaceful…

And then they walked in.

“Y/N! WE’RE HERE!!!!” Shouted Jackson as the door busted open, revealing the seven idols you befriended for whatever the reason was. Sometimes you really questioned why, but then you remembered how goofy and fun they were and you brushed it off your shoulders.

You looked over at the door and smiled brightly, placing a small piece of paper in the book to mark your page. You placed the book on the table next to your lemonade and stood up. “Hey, guys!” You greeted, quickly hugging them in the order they came in. Jackson, Yugyeom, BamBam, Mark, Youngjae, Jinyoung…

Wait, Jaebum wasn’t there.

“Where’s Jaebum?” Your gaze shifted towards the front door, hoping that you’d see your boyfriend walking in as you asked the question.

“He’s just outside. He lost his phone in the car.” Mark explained, causing some giggles to escape from BamBam and Jackson. You and the rest of the boys looked towards the giggling boys and raised your eyebrows. Without even having to ask anything, you already knew that BamBam and Jackson had his phone. So, without saying another word, you just laughed and rolled your eyes and made your way Jaebum.

Once you spotted their car, you smiled and sprinted towards him. “JAEBUM!”

Jaebum quickly turned around, shock written all over his face the second you jumped into his arms. He stepped back and leaned on the car and your arms wrapped around his neck. You placed a kiss on his cheek, the feeling of his smile widening making your heart flutter. Jaebum looked at you, catching your lips with his as you moved to get a better look at him. A shiver ran through your body as you stood there wrapped in his warm embrace. The both of you reluctantly pulled away and giggled.

“Hey Jagi, how was your day?” Jaebum grabbed your hand and held it gently in his.

“Pretty good! Better now that you’re here. But I gotta tell you something…” Jaebum’s eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted slightly. You smirked, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “BamBam and Jackson have your phone.”

“And don’t take my phone again!” Jaebum scolded the two as she shoved his phone back into his pocket. Jackson and BamBam had a hard time not laughing, but nonetheless, it was all over. So, Jaebum proceeded to take his seat next to you. His arm slipped around your waist and pulled you close to him. You rested your head on his shoulders and let out a content sigh, turning to the movie that was playing on the TV.

It wasn’t until halfway through the movie that everyone started talking and joking around again. There was something about hanging out with Got7 that made it almost impossible to focus on a movie for a long time unless it was something truly interesting. You and Jackson had been joking around a lot. The two of you were particularly close to each other. He was the first of them you met, so you two naturally became close friends.

“Y/N! Jinyoung hit me!” Jackson whined, running back over to the couch and plopping down right next to you. You couldn’t help but laugh as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders and gently patted him.

“It’s ok, Jackson. I’m sure you’ll survive!”

Jinyoung raised an eyebrow and he darted back towards Jackson. Jackson screamed and slid behind you, and you fought off Jinyoung. In the midst of everything, you’d managed to shove Jinyoung off and he landed on Mark, who was sleeping peacefully until now. Mark’s eyes shot wide open and he let out a puff of air. “What the hell?!” He shouted, more in confusion and shock than anger.

All that time, Jaebum had been sitting there. It never really occurred to you that he wasn’t really participating much in the whole thing. It wasn’t until he shot up from the couch that you noticed something was bothering him. The house went quiet as everyone watched Jaebum storm upstairs, leaving everyone confused. You slowly moved away from the group and followed him upstairs and to your room.

“Jaebum,” you quietly called out, “is everything ok?” The door gently shut behind you and you walked over to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him.

“I’m fine.” He stated, his voice emotionless.

“No, you’re not. What’s bothering you, babe?”

“You and Jackson. You guys were all over each other and it was like I wasn’t there.”

“Aww, is Jaebum jealous??” You stuck your lower lip out and smiled a little bit. You laughed slightly and Jaebum rolled his eyes and gently pushed you away. You walked right back over to him and hugged him, standing on your tippy-toes to give him a peck on the lips. “I only have eyes for you babe, I promise.”

A smirk grew on Jaebum’s lips, causing you to furrow your brows. You tilted your head and opened your mouth to say something, but your lips were caught with his as he kissed you passionately. Your eyes closed as you melted into him, your hands playing with the ends of his hair. Jaebum lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around him. He laid you back on your bed and pulled away, his eyes dark and lustful. “You better only have eyes for me,” he told you, licking his lips as he scanned your body.

You smirked at him, reconnecting your lips. Jaebum pulled away once again, peppering kisses down your neck and sucking every so often. He trailed down to your collarbone, moving your shirt out of the way. It didn’t take much longer for your shirt you be lifted off of your head and tossed to the floor. It didn’t take long for your skin to get goosebumps once the cool air rushed up against your body. You could feel Jaebum’s lips curl up into one of those deathly handsome smiles of his. His right hand barely brushed against your sides as it traveled to your hips, causing your body to shiver and the hair on your skin to stand straight up. You let out a sigh, tangling your fingers in his soft hair.

Jaebum chuckled and lifted his head back up to look at you. “I barely touched you,” he whispered to you.

You smiled and pulled him close for a kiss, “I guess you just have that effect on me.”

Jaebum hooked his thumb around the waistband of your pants and lightly tugged on them. His smirk just widened as he saw a look of eagerness appear in your eyes which only fueled the desire he had for you. He lowered himself onto you, settling between your legs and placing another passionate kiss on your lips. You could feel his bulge pressing up against you. A quiet moan escaped from your lips and your head fell back against the pillows. Once again, Jaebum decided to smirk and get a bit cocky so he pressed it against your clothed core with a bit more pressure than before. You whimpered, lightly bucking your hips to create the friction you were already so needy for.

He just smiled, lowering your pants soon after, leaving you in your bra and panties. You kicked them off of you and reached down to remove Jaebum’s shirt and toss it aside like he’d done with yours. You placed your hands on his chest and slowly ran your hands down his body, stopping once your hands were placed on top of his hard-on.You fumbled with the button of his jeans and silently cheered when you finally unbuttoned and unzipped them. Jaebum pushed his jeans the rest of the way down and onto the floor. He unclipped your bra and threw it aside, moving his soft lifts from your lips to your breasts. You moaned, arching your back and Jaebum slid his hand back down and under your panties. You could feel his fingers slowly making their way to your soaked core, earning another moan from you. 

Jaebum smirked once he felt how wet you already were. His finger swirled around your clit much like his tongue swirled around your nipple. You brought your left hand up and placed it on his cheek and moved in for another kiss as you started rubbing your hand against him, but he pushed your hand away seconds after and moved away. He leaned back against the wall your bed was next to and you sat up, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. 

“C’mere,” was all Jaebum said. You smiled, took off your panties, and crawled over to him, pulling his underwear down. Your eyes settled on Jaebum’s boner and you glanced up at him before swinging one leg over and settling on his lap. Jaebum groaned and placed his hands on your hips. They gripped you tightly as you started rocking your hips back and forth against him, creating the friction you both needed. Jaebum groaned and you let out a quiet moan as you grinded against his dick. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed another kiss on his lips and you started to slow down a bit. A few minutes later, Jaebum pushed you back again and crawled over you, spreading your legs apart to reveal your wet core. His eyes instantly became hungrier and darker. He licked his lips and smirked, leaning down to kiss your thighs, but never reaching where you needed him most. You bucked your hips in anticipation, but Jaebum held them down as he moved to center his dick with your entrance. 

He teased you for a little bit and then thrust right into you. Your eyes shot open and your head fell back into the pillows. You held in the moan that was begging to escape. Instead, you grabbed a handful of your bed sheets. Jaebum quickly noticed and smiled, thrusting hard into you to force it out of you. “Let them hear you, baby...” he whispered to you, kissing your jawline all the way back to your swollen lips. Your moan was muffled by his kiss, but that only lasted for a short time. Eventually, he slowly pulled away, continuing to pound into you so he could hear those moans he loved to hear so much. You didn’t dare hold them back though, knowing that Jaebum would press all the right buttons to get you into a moaning mess one way or another. 

After a while, Jaebum pulled out of you. You shot up and placed his member in your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth. It didn’t take much longer for him to cum, and when he did you smiled happily and swallowed. Jaebum wrapped his arms back around you and kissed your forehead. You two lied in the bed for a few minutes before deciding you guys should head back downstairs. You threw on one of Jaebum’s hoodies that you stole from him and a pair of sweatpants and headed downstairs behind him. Once you rejoined the boys, they didn’t really say anything for the first few seconds. But, Jackson decided he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

“So... I take it you two worked everything out?” 

You couldn’t help but blush and laugh at his question, knowing that he already knew the answer. But, you nodded and smiled, looking directly at him and nodding. “Yup! We sure did!” 

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Reunited - Six

A/N: Sorry this took me so long, but I've been sick. Feeling better now tho, so hopefully there will be another chapter within a week. Thanks for all the feedback, and a special thanks to my beta @thorne93

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared, Lexi (OC), Sarah (OC)

Warnings: None I think.. Fluff? Implied smut.

Wordcount: 2449

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You woke up the next morning, a small smile playing at your lips before you even opened your eyes, your mind replaying last night's events.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Jensen's voice filled your ears, deeper and groggier than usual, sexier even. You opened your eyes and looked right into his emerald green orbs, a little darker than normal as they were still clouded with sleep. Jensen was lying on top of the covers, fully clothed, just like you. The time had just flown by last night and eventually you had asked him to spend the night, just to talk, and you had fallen asleep doing so.

“It is a good morning,” you said, smiling softly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Didn't I fall asleep on the couch?”

“You did. I just figured you would be more comfortable here,” he said as he turned his whole body towards you. “I hope you don't mind.”

“Not at all.” You couldn't believe how much had changed in the past twenty four hours. Yesterday you had woken up with a dull ache in your chest, feeling lost and heartbroken, but today you woke up with a smile on your lips and excitement and butterflies in your entire body. It had been about eleven years since you had felt like this, and you loved every second of it. “You hungry?”

“Starving.”

You and Jensen made breakfast together, he manned the stove while you set the table.

“Do you have any plans for the day?” Jensen asked between bites.

“I have some paperwork I have to get done, and I need to go to work for a couple of hours. How about you?”

“I promised Jared I would go with him to look at some houses. You want to meet us for lunch?”

“I would love that.”

***

About an hour later you walked through the doors of your shop, greeted by Lexi who was in full swing making the regular Tuesday flower arrangements. Every Tuesday and Friday you had the same order for the restaurant across the street.

“How did you fare with all the paperwork?” she asked.

“I'm almost done,” you answered, a wide smile on your face.

“Well someone is in a good mood today,” she remarked, a spark in her eye.

“I am in a good mood today,” you said thoughtfully. “I'm just gonna get this done. I'll be in my office if you need anything.”

Your office was small with too much clutter in it. There were shelves lining three of the walls with binders full of information, old orders, old contracts… and so on. Your tiny desk was littered with brochures, inspirational magazines, and a laptop. You had no idea how you managed to find anything or get any work done in here at all. You sat behind your desk, making a mental note to clean it out soon before you started on the rest of the work.

This new deal of yours was great for business, but after looking it over properly you saw that you would have to make a few changes to get it to work. The workload would be much greater during the week leading up to a large wedding, and there was no way that the three of you would manage it without you wearing the girls out completely. Both Lexi and Sarah had started working for you part time, Lexi had been with you since the beginning and Sarah had been with you for about a year now. When Lexi started, there just hadn't been enough business to take her on full time so she had split her hours between your store and a bar down town, where she still worked. Sarah had been in school when you hired her so she didn't have the opportunity to work full time, but she was out of school now and searching for another part time job.

You were crunching numbers and pulling your hair out in frustration as there was a soft knock on your door, Sarah popping her head in to see if you had a moment.

“Yeah, come on in.”

“I know this is probably sucky timing and short notice, but my grandma got sick and now she's in hospital. She lives in Dallas and my family is going down this weekend to visit her. I know I'm working this weekend but I would love to go with them if someone can cover my shift,” she explained, sorrow in her eyes.

“Of course. I'll see if Lexi wants to split it with me, but if not, I'll take your shifts,” you offered. “Is your grandma going to be okay?”

“We don't know much yet, just got the call this morning. Thank you.”

“You go be with your family. Don't worry about us,” you said, getting up to give her a hug. “While you’re here, I wanted to run something past you and Lexi… If you’re up for it?”

You gathered around the workbench in the store, making sure there weren’t any customers before you started talking. You explained to them that the workload would increase considerably with this new contract and that the three of you wouldn't manage on your own.

“So we need to hire someone new, there is no way around that...” At that moment the little bell over the door chimed and in walked Jared and Jensen. You held up a finger to Jensen, letting him know you’d be with them in a moment before you turned back to your employees, “But before I put out an ad, I want to offer you both full time jobs here. I know that you, Lexi have other work commitments and I will totally understand if you can't accept my offer, no hard feelings at all. The shifts will remain the same and we will still split the weekends, but there will be more overlap, so for the majority of the day there will be two of us working instead of one,“ you explained. You knew that dumping this on Sarah right now wasn't ideal, but you had a month before the first wedding and you needed to hire someone as soon as possible.

“When do you need to know?” Lexi asked.

“As soon as possible. I don't mean to rush you at all, and I think we can manage this first wedding on our own, but I would like to hire someone soon so that we can start training them. And I need to know if I shall put out an ad for full time or part time.”

“I'll have an answer for you by the end of the week,” Lexi offered with a smile.

You took Sarah by the hand and lead her over to the corner, speaking in a low voice so no one would over hear you. “I know my timing sucks, and I don't want you to worry too much about this. As I said, we can manage on our own for about a month longer. Take your time, and go be with your family, and you can just give me an answer when you have one.”

“Thank you,” she said.

It had always been important to you to be a kind and considering boss. You wanted to create a safe environment for everyone, and your main goal was to treat everyone with the respect they deserved.

You said goodbye to the two ladies and joined Jensen and Jared, waving over your shoulder as you walked through the door.

“Lunch?” Jensen questioned as soon as the door closed behind you.

“There's this great little place down just around the corner here,” you said, pointing down the street. “How did house hunting go?”

“I actually found a house I really liked. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna make an offer,” Jared said excitedly.

“That's great,” you offered. “Where is it?”

“Not too far from you guys actually. So we’ll almost be neighbours.”

The three of you had a great lunch. You told them about the changes you would have to make at your store, Jared talked more about the house, and Jensen talked about his parents coming to visit. Once all of you had finished your meals and the check was paid, Jared had made up his mind and decided to go back and make an offer on the house. You offered Jensen a ride home.

“You wanna come in for a bit or?” you asked nervously as you stopped your car in the driveway.

“I could do that. Or you can go get your swimsuit and we can test out my pool,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

That was an impossible offer to refuse. It was an incredibly warm day, warmer than normal, so the idea of cooling down a bit was very tempting. Jensen followed you inside and as soon as the door closed behind him, he grabbed your arm and spun you around, his lips clashing with yours before you understood what was happening. You melted into him as his arms wrapped around you.

“Finally,” he said as the two of you pulled apart. “I've been wanting to do that all day.”

You couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks. The feeling you got when he kissed you was both equally foreign and familiar. Everything with him was new in a way, but at the same time it was just like it had been all those years ago. Butterflies, trembling knees, shaky breath, hammering heart… all of those things you wouldn't have imagined experiencing as an adult.

“I'll just go get my bathing suit then,” you said, looking into Jensen's unfairly green eyes.

“Of course,” he said, pulling you closer and kissing you again. His lips were soft and warm and you could still taste the mint from the gum he had been chewing. He held you tight as your arms rose to his neck, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his head. Your lips molded together as the kiss deepened, growing hungrier by the second. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth and dragged  your teeth along it, making him moan into your mouth. Just the sound turned you on to the point where you thought your knees would give out.

“I really have to go get that bathing suit,” you said, out of breath when the two of you pulled apart again.

“Mhm..” he hummed, kissing you again. Damn him and his perfectly plump lips.

“You know, you could help me look for it,” you suggested as he started kissing down your jaw and neck, clearly just as excited as you were.   

You took him by the hand and lead him up to your bedroom, your swimming suit the furthest thing from your mind.

**

“I just want you to know that that was not the reason I invited you in here,” you said, chuckling a little as you were looking for your clothes that was scattered all over your bedroom floor.

“I don't believe you,” Jensen teased, a shit eating grin on his face as he pulled his boxers back on. You stopped gathering your clothes and let your eyes travel his body. Holy shit was he hot.

“Hmmm?” you hummed, your eyes glued to him.

“Hey! My eyes are up here.” He laughed.

The two of you made your way back down stairs after you had gotten dressed. You grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and settled down in your backyard, both of you forgetting about Jensen's swimmingpool.

“I wanted to ask you something,” Jensen said, ducking his head down nervously. “You don't have to say yes or anything, I just figured I'd throw it out there.”

“Shoot,” you said, taking a swig from your beer.

“As I said earlier, my parents are coming to dinner on Thursday and they would really love to see you.”

“You told them about us?” you asked, your eyebrows shooting up. You knew both of Jensen's parents, they were lovely people, but you didn't know what this thing was yet and you couldn't believe that Jensen had tolt them already.

“No! Not like that. I just mentioned to my mom that we were neighbours and that you had helped me move in,” he defended. “They don't know about… what's happening here,” he said, motioning between the two of you.

“Uh.. Okay. Then I would love to come, I haven't seen them in ages.” Yours and Jensen's family had been really tight knitted when you and him were dating, but you hadn't seen them much after the two of you broke up, which was natural you guessed. Your mom had kept in touch with Jensen's mom, but you could probably count on one hand the times you had talked to her yourself over the years.

“Can I ask you something?” you asked Jensen.

“Anything.”

“This is probably way too soon, and I'm possibly coming off as really clingy right now, but… What is this to you? This thing between us?”

“I’m hoping it's the start of a relationship,” he said simply.

“I do too,” you admitted. “It just feels a little weird you know? Like… I don't feel like we can just pick up where we left off, but on the other hand i don't feel like we can start on a first date again either.”

“I agree. We know each other, but at the same time we don't. We still have a lot to learn about each other, and we need to get to know one another again. I just don't know what the ‘rules’ are for this kind of relationship.”

“How about we just take it as it comes? And if something is too much, or too soon or whatever, we just talk to each other,” you suggested. It was so easy and natural to talk to him.

“I think that sounds like a great plan,” Jensen agreed. “Then there is the question about ‘going public’. I'm guessing it’ll soon be common knowledge that I've moved back here, and if people see us at a restaurant or in the park... anywhere really, rumors are bound to start.”

“Can we try and keep it to ourselves a little while? I'm perfectly happy with having dinner at home and stuff. Just until we have found our footing?” you wondered.

“Anything for you,” he said with a wide grin, leaning over to kiss you again.

Jensen's phone dinged with a text and he pulled away from you too read it.

“Jared bought the house, and he wondered if we’re up for a barbeque and some celebratory beers at my house?” Jensen recapped the text to you.

“Absolutely!   

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