#i bought this skirt as soon as i saw it with no hesitation

[fossette-promenade]

puurfect old-school coord :3

[sparklyskies0]

𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥 ꣑ৎ c.s

( 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 ) you show chris your halloween costumes

⋆౨ৎ ₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

You had bought a couple of costumes. since you couldn’t decide on only one. you purchased some for you, and some for both you and chris for couples costumes. It’s your favorite time of year and you were determined to find the perfect costume for the halloween party coming up, wanting to look your best.

you had told chris to stay still on the bed as you scurried in the closet to find which costume to try on first. “i dunno why you can’t just change in front of me, ma” chris’s voice called out to you in the closet as he sat impatiently on the bed. His elbows behind hoisting him up as he lent back on the bed. His phone in his left hand for some kind of distraction as he waited for you.

“cus its supposed to be a surprise” you responded. Carefully stepping into the chucky costume you had ordered. Adjusting anything you needed to. “i hate surprises, I w’na see you” you can hear him sigh as he spoke. You knew his patience was wearing thin, but you didn’t care. His pain and suffering will be worth it when he sees you.

you chuckle at his whining, slipping on the knee high white socks with blue and red stripes that came with the costume on. Not knowing what shoes you were going to wear yet you decide to say fuck it and present the outfit the way it is. You grabbed the fake knife and walk out of the closet.

As soon as you stepped out chris’s eyes dropped to the exposed flesh of your thighs. you stand in front of him, Hand on your hip, biting your lip in anticipation as you wait his reaction. Though by the look on his face, you can tell exactly what he was thinking without him uttering a word. “so..” you start

“ya like?” your eyebrows raised, as you scan his expressions. He bit his lip, clearly not having the words right now. The costume isn’t sexy enough, you both knew that. But the way your body looked in it was enough to get him going.

“turn around.” he said simply, his voice low, kind of like he’s holding back a moan or something. without hesitation you turn around, giving him a full view of the back. The way the piece of clothing barely covers your whole ass. Your cheeks very much exposed. If chris wasn’t so hypnotized he’ll stand up and smack it. But he knew there was more to come, he could control himself for now.

“damn ma, you look good” he spoke, his blue eyes roaming all over your figure, taking you in. It was like a sculpture, a piece of art that he can’t help but admire. you belong in a gallery, he always told you that.

“thank you baby, im glad you like it” you smile at his compliment. “next one” you return to the closet. Taking off the costume carefully but quickly.

chris on the other hand let out a strained sigh as you left his sight yet again, his hand going down to his pants adjusting his arousal he got just from looking at you. At first, he was not really feeling the whole surprise costume try on thing, he hated waiting. Especially when it came down to something for you to wear. One of his favorite things is watching you undress and get dressed so for him not being allowed to see any of that till you say so frustrated him. until he saw how you looked in the first costume, now he’s down to wait. Since he gets rewarded with the sight of you.

the next costume you’re putting on has to be on the list of your favorites, it’s your part of the couples costume for you and chris. You’re velma, He’s shaggy. You pulled the orange crop top down onto your body. the circle cut in between enough to show off your cleavage. You slip on the leather red short skirt , knowing that if you wear this in public. Bending down might be a hassle. Finishing the touch with the knee high orange socks you slip on the heels you got to go with it, giving you enough height to manipulate your normally short self.

“ready?” you call out to chris, wanting to hear it from him first. It wasn’t long before you heard an excited yes from him. You step out of the closet, this time with a wide smile on your face. You liked this one a lot. Chris let out a hiss at the sight of you, biting his pink lips once again. “god ma, you driving me crazy here” he said

you chuckle at him “you like it huh” you say, turning around. “the skirts short as hell though” you bent down slightly, to prove your point but not enough to cause chris to get any more hotter than he already is but knowing him he will anyway.

chris nods immediately “yea that might be a problem” he said, a hint of protectiveness and possession in his voice. His eyes glued to your ass. How the bottom of your cheeks were covered just barely. He did take note of the easy access though, knowing that if you aren’t wearing panties he can slip in at any moment no matter where you are or what you’re doing.

“I got you the shaggy costume too, we can match” you said, it sounded like a question but it was a statement. He was going to wear the costume whether it was for the party or not, even just for pictures or something. The concept is too cute to pass up. He nodded in agreement, loving the idea just as much as you. Even if he didn’t, he’d still do it, he’d do anything for you. you both knew that. “bet” he replied

“im ready for the next one” he says, “how much do you got left?” he tried to subtly adjust himself once again. “like one or two left, i don’t remember” you answer. You disappear back into the closet. Changing out of this one.

The next costume was the easiest. It was freddy krueger and you knew you didn’t need to do much besides order a red and green striped sweater and cut rips and holes into it yourself. You refused to let chris see the finish product until now. You already owned a black mini skirt so you were pretty much set. Topping it off with your fishnets and the glove you step out of the closet.

The smirk on chris’s face was priceless, you’re not sure if it was because of how short the skirt was, or the fact that your red lace bra was visible through the hole you cut in the middle for the sexy effect. “i like this one. simple but you look sexy as fuck in it” he says, in a slight mutter

you take that as a victory. “okay the last one I think you’ll like a lot, hold on to your socks” you warn heading back into the closet

You change out of it and carefully step into the dress to your pirate costume, you made sure you got the shortest dress you can find. wanting this to be the one that brings chris to snap and lose his mind. you struggle for a second to strap on the corset on your own but you manage. Focusing on putting everything on correctly as you stand in front of the mirror in the closet. Luckily you had your own gold belt bangle piece to wrap around your waist. You pull your fishnet socks with the bow at the top on and your black high heels. Now this one was your favorite. It was sexy and the perfectly good costume for you, especially to wear at the party. You had more pieces to put the outfit together, like the bandana and a sword. but for now, it’s just the basics.

“okay this one is my favorite” you bit your lip as you step out. Chris’s jaw practically dropped. From your thighs to your waist to your boobs, his eyes roamed . “this is the one im wearing, I think..” you say. You scan his face.

he sits up straight. licking his lips he muttered, “c’mere”

you walk over to him. now stood in between his legs. His hands trailed up and down the back of your thigh. sending a shiver down your spine. The feeling of his warm hands on your body enough to make you moan out loud.

“you looked so good in all of those baby, you’re so beautiful ” he lets out a hum. “but this one…”

“this is the one.” he bites his lip. your hands softly massaged and caressed his shoulders as you look down at him, his eyes admiring your lower half as his hands feel and roam over your thighs and backside. he can feel his pants get tighter as his arousal grows. He’s been in heat this whole time that now it’s starting to hurt.

“the things i wanna do to you in this…” he lets out a frustrated and lusty sigh. he looked up at you, his eyes burning with need and desire. His hands make their way under the dress. Tracing along the fabric of your thong. You moan softly when you feel his finger graze your center.

“take these off ma, ..please..?”

ᥫ᭡ Authors Note

idk how to feel abt this

this was supposed to be a blurb but

I think it’s too long for that 😭😭

anyways hope you like this I tried!!

more halloween content soon tho fr

xoxo paris

[prncssie]

minors mdni

hobie is just so needy today.

it really is his fault but it’s driving you up the wall. he’s the one who insisted on tagging along with you but now he wants to complain. you’re not giving him enough attention, you’re not shopping fast enough, you’re not leaving soon enough. it’s all because of that damn chocolate.

you’re an innocent bystander in all this, for once. he’s the one who discovered it and the one who bought it. originally, he did try to attempt you to try it with him but you flat out refused.

you’re too busy, having to work long hours for the next few days. the last thing you want is some mysterious aphrodisiac running through your system.

hobie has all the time in the world, though. because he doesn’t work a conventional job he figured he’d be the perfect subject. especially after you told him just how doubtful you were.

there is just dozens of products claiming to do the same, both cheaper and expensive. to you, aphrodisiacs are just another scam for the touch starved. never did you think the king of physical affection himself would introduce it into your relationship.

that was a mere few hours ago. now, he’s tugging at your sweater. he will not let you go for more than five seconds without him feeling you up. every time you find yourself stopping to flip through the clothing rack, hobie’s hands are wandering over your body.

“stop it,” you push his hands away from your body for the umpteenth time. this time, they’ve wandered underneath your shirt, fingers dancing across your skin.

the last time you gave him the benefit of the doubt, he’d nearly unclipped your bra.

from an outside perspective, hobie is doting on you with his arms wrapped around you and his head resting on your shoulders. only you know how he squeezes at your tummy and laps the skin on your neck.

“hobart,” you sneer. you’re tempted to push him away from you completely.

that gets him. he hesitates, but only for a second. the shock of his government name leaving your lips doesn’t stop him for long. he’s too far gone, too deep in thinking with his dick. “call me that again and i’ll shove my whole dick in you right now.”

“try it. i’ll kill you, then myself.” you push a hanger on, passing up another skirt. you’re doing your best to make the most of what you have. this is supposed to be a relaxing little treat to yourself for all your hard work. instead, you’re fighting to keep hobie away from you.

you’re only successful for two more seconds before he’s back at it, trying to undress you in public. he tells you he can’t help it. you just look too good and smell too sweet. he’s intoxicated off the strawberry poundcake perfume you’re wearing and the way your ass looks in your jeans.

he pushes against you. groaning into your ear when he fits so snugly against you. the chocolate really has him on fire. just hearing your voice has precum leaking. he’s already addicted to you without it. with it, he’s convinced he’s ready to have baby now. “come on, ☆. let’s just go home. i’ll bring you back tomorrow.”

“baby, i can’t. i work tomorrow.” you untangle your limbs. in the end, you decide it’s better to be separate. he can’t control himself and you can’t control him.

it’s to no avail. just as quickly as you find yourself finally free from his grip, he’s pulling you back into his chest. “okay. then the next day.” he digs his nose into your scalp. the smell of your black vanilla shampoo turns him nearly animalistic

meanwhile, you’re suffocating in his loose black crop top. you wouldn’t care if the corset underneath wasn’t squishing your face. “still can’t. i have class.” you have to lift your head, much to his dismay.

one look at you changes that. it’s a fair trade, he rationalizes with a hungry stare. “okay? then skip it or some shit. i don’t care.” his hands dip down rather quickly. he gropes and grabs, despite your quiet shriek.

“get offa’ me.” you all but shove him, head whipping around to check if anyone saw. you’re lucky the mall is deserted so early in the morning on a weekday. the run of the mill teenagers are busy in class. “i swear to god if you do that again i’ll grind you into dust.” you point a finger at him but you’re sure you don’t look threatening at all.

he reaches for you again, scowling when you narrowly dodge him. “promise?” hobie quips with an annoying raise of his brow. his voice drops to a whisper when he finally catches you and tugs you close. “you can’t even suck me off in the dressing room?”

your face is burning with a fire you’ve never felt before. where he got the confidence to say such words, you have no idea. in public, at that! “are you actually serious?” you pinch the tips of your ears. sure enough, they’re warm with humiliation. does he have no shame?”

oh he’s serious all right. he’s so serious he drags you off to the dressing rooms himself. thanks to his lifelong experience in breaking laws and the learned creeping that comes with living a double life, he slips right by the employees with no problems.

he’s careless, bumping all against the walls, in a rush to lock the door behind you. you’ve never seen him this eager before. sure, during your usual times he’s excited. but right now, he’s nearly cumming before you’re doing anything.

“you’re sure you wanna do this? you really wanna? right here?” you’re quieter than usual, feeling as if it’s required while you’re sneaking around.

“the more you ask me, the longer this will take.” even the way he requests for you to shut up isn’t the same. there is no threat backing up his words, even when he closes the space between you.

you’re curious. some chocolate had your usually composed boyfriend like this? you’re not going to lie to yourself and pretend his change in behavior doesn’t make you feel some type of way.

usually it’s you shaking with need and making a mess everywhere. never have you had this much power in your relationship. if you weren’t on a time crunch and in the privacy of your home, you would have definitely taken your time with him. “you’re the one who needs me. i’ll change my mind.”

“please don’t play with me, right now. i ate the whole fucking square and i swear to – if you don’t do something, i’ll suck it myself.” he’s so frantic to remove the layers of silver belts, it takes him nearly twice as long. you aid him, taking pity. it’s you so many times on that end of the stick. even though you’ve never eaten an aphrodisiac, having hobie as your boyfriend is enough.

you giggle when hobie shuffles toward you, pants hanging loosely. he doesn’t share your sentiment. apparently, nothing about this is funny. he doesn’t argue back. just pops his dick in your face.

your wrap your fingers around the base and already, he’s groaning. for once he has to brace himself against you, hands resting in your shoulders.

“y’know you have to be quiet right?” you glance up at him. you test his reactions with slow jerks of your wrist. you don’t really need to when he’s already this worked up but it’s nice to the one causing the soft sighs.

his breath fans over your face and warms your cheeks. between his glistening shaft and his tightly wounded face, you don’t know where to look. “don’t let this, fuck. don’t let this go to your head.”

it’s far too late for that but you don’t tell him. you just smile to yourself instead and swirl your tongue around his tip. you’re teasing, he knows, but he honestly doesn’t care. his senses are heightened so much this feels like enough.

jokes on him, hobie is unprepared when you do begin to swallow him. he shocks himself when he gasps and pushes your head away. it’s so uncharacteristic of him that even he is embarrassed about it. “shit, baby. could have said something first.” he feels pathetic avoiding your gaze and even more so he meets his own in the mirror.

you shake your head, tongue darting out to lick the slightly salty remnants off your lips. “you don’t get to annoy me all day and push me away.” it would be unfair if you didn’t enjoy this, right? it’s only right after all he’s put you through. you owe it to him to leave him shaking.

he’s just about to chastise you and defend his honor when you’re right where you started. this time, however, you’re forcing yourself to take as much as you can.

hobie is constantly bumping against your throat with the way you’re bobbing your head. tears prickle your eyes and occasionally you gag but it’s all worth it. all when his hand is flying to cover his mouth and the other one has a grip on your hair.

contrary to popular belief, he isn’t forcing your head down but pulling your head away. he’s far more sensitive than he thought, too sensitive for his own good.

his hand is barely sufficient to keep his cries to a minimum, alternating between telling you to stop and to keep going.

your nails dig into his skin, being your main defense from being yanked off. you only stop to come up for air. your thumb circles around his tip with enough pressure to have him shuddering. your breath fans over his skin when you press wet kisses along his shaft.

“baby,” hobie speaks with his clenched in a fist, knuckles in his mouth. it serves as a warning. his brain is too far incapacitated to form sentences.

“if you’re gonna cum, do it in my mouth.” you mumble, words ghosting over him. it’s embarrassing enough to be giving him a blowjob in the mall dressing room. the last thing you want is cum stains littering your top.

it only takes his dick being enveloped in the warmth of your mouth for him to be shooting out thick ropes. hobie whines, using the hold he has on your hair to pull you off.

you wait until his eyes are on you to make a show out of swallowing his load, mouth opening to display the disappearing evidence.

it’s probably a mistake on your part when you physically see the hunger return in his face with a vengeance.

“fuck that was hot. let’s go home and do it again.”

your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. “what?” you don’t understand how he can already be thinking of another round when he was just griping about his sensitivity. “but what about me? i want to stay.” you watch him scramble to redress himself, accessories and all. your eyebrows knit together because there is no way some chocolate can do this.

“i’ll bring you back tomorrow,” he insists, pulling you to your feet. whatever secrecy you still have is thrown out the window when he pushes the door open with enough force to have it ricocheting off the wall.

“but i can’t. i have work, remember?” you cup the back of your head as he leads you through the store, right to the exit. you didn’t have time to fix your hair. he’s been so inconsiderate, it’s not fair.

“okay then we’ll go the next day.”

“ ‘bie, i have class – ” you really have to look at what they put in this stuff.

“then fuckin’ skip it. i don’t care.”

[obxismylife2]

In the car (Rafe Cameron x reader)

As soon as the cold metal touched my skin, I squeezed the heart between two fingers and played with it. Rafe gave me a necklace for our one-year anniversary. I told him not to buy me anything, that I'd be fine with him being with me that day, but he's stubborn. So he gets what he wants. And he wanted to buy me something, so he did.

He bought me a necklace with a heart-shaped pendant and the letter R engraved on it so I would never forget who my heart belonged to.

He hugged me from behind again, and we stood silently watching the sunset from a distant hill. When we didn't see the sun again, the sun began to form dawn in the sky, and we decided to go home.

I was looking out the window on the way to his villa when I felt something warm on my thigh. I turned to look at it and saw Rafe's hand. I laid my hand lightly on him, and he just smiled and kept driving. After a moment, I felt his hand move higher toward my crotch, but it stopped inches from my sensitive spot. Does he want to play with me?

Then his hand moved toward my belly, and before I could figure out what was going to happen next, I felt his hand pulling my thong aside under my skirt. "Oh fuck!" I gasped as he slipped two fingers into me and I closed my eyes with delight and bit my lip, his touching is driving me mad.

My breathing and heartbeat began to quicken as soon as his fingers began to quicken, I had to bite my hand to keep from sighing loudly, no one could see through the car windows, but it wasn't soundproof. To my happiness, we drove through a city and caught a red light. Fuck no! And then Topper's name appeared on the radio screen. He's calling him. God, Rafe, you're trying to kill me.

He leaned slowly toward my ear and said: "Don't you dare make a sound," he picked up the call over the car without a moment's hesitation.

"What's up, Topp?" there was a silent before he answered. "Hey, I just wanted to ask you if you and Y/N could go to my party tonight" another party? Tonight? I had another surprise for Rafe. I bought a very revealing outfit for tonight. Red and lace, just the way Rafe likes it.

Rafe looked at me and smiled slyghtly, accelerating the pace of his fingers. No, not tonight I mouthed him and his smile widened.

"I don't know man, you know, today's our anniversary and I wanted...well you know what I mean" the red light finally changed into green, so Rafe stepped on the gas pedal and the car continued its way to Rafe's home, as no one is there.

"Oh...sorry I forgot. Well, then don't wreck the bed, although in your case it's better to say don't wreck the whole floor" Topper's poisonous comment made me laugh inside, so I had to cover my mouth with my hand so no laugh or moan would escape. My thighs writhed around his hand and I almost screamed when I finally reached the top.

"Don't worry man, see ya tomorrow" Rafe hang up and I was finally able to open my mouth and let the moans of his name escape.

"Oh god, oh yes" I was trying to catch my breath, who'd have thought that trying not to moan would make you more exhausted than normal moaning. I fel relieved that I was able to make any sound I wanted.

Rafe parked the car on some parking lot and took his fingers out of me and reclined my seat with the other one. "Just stay here" he answered my unspoken question as I gave him puzzled look. He opened my thighs even more with his firm grip on them, pulling my thong aside. I closed my eyes as he attacked my pussy with his tongue, licking me clean. I tangled my fingers in his hair, grabbing on them tightly.

I was afraid he won't stop but he did right before I wanted to tap on his shoulder. He leaned over me and kissed me on the lips, making me taste myself. Before he straightened the seat back he kissed my lips once more and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb.

"You really wanna do want to kill me" I said sarcastically and straightened up. Rafe laughed at my comment and rested hid palm on my knee. "You deserve a reward for not making a sound but don't worry, I'll let you scream my name any way you want tonight," he whispered in my ear in a deep voice, then kissed me on the cheek. I smiled at that gesture and put my hand on his.

"Other guys never made me cum this fast" it was the truth. I've never cum this fast. With no one. Except for Rafe now.

"Because other guys don't know how to do it right," he said confidently, lifting his head to a mark of superficiality, but I just smiled and rolled my eyes at his words.

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

Nevermind I got a vague conclusion to this. So have a brief look at Patlani's life before Veilguard.

//

They used two arrows. One went through his eye, the other through his throat. The arrows were poisoned as well, just in case. Overkill, arguably, but Patlani liked the certainty it brought them. 

Slinging their bow over their shoulder, they quickly ducked out of sight as they heard chaos descend at the party below. They darted between rooftops for a while, taking a longer path than they needed to back to where they had stashed their things. 

In the quiet night air, they quickly stripped off their leathers, let their hair down, and after a moment’s hesitation, pulled on a skirt and blouse. A simple thing, part of a work uniform they had bought off someone. It was just a disguise, they had told themselves, they were purposefully dressing differently from how they normally would so as not to be recognized.

Shoving their gear into their pack, they quickly dropped down into the streets below, blending into the crowds.

After a few minutes walking along the streets, Patlani almost felt… peaceful. The gentle sway of their skirts in the breeze, the quiet buzz of gentle conversation around them, the cool night air. They would get rid of the outfit soon enough, once they got outside of the city probably, but for a moment they let themselves enjoy it.

They let out a breath they felt like they had been holding for ages, and started their way towards the imperial highway.

It took them weeks to return to Antiva, even traveling quickly. By the time they made it back, walking up to a familiar Inn, the tiredness has seeped into their bones. They had returned to their usual clothes long before the border, simple trousers and a tunic. 

The innkeeper, Mauricio, smiled at them as they entered. Patlani couldn’t bring themselves to smile, but they nodded and tossed him a small pouch of gold.

“Glad to have your business, sir. The room’s just as you left it,” He said as they passed him towards the stairs.

The inn was often frequented by Crows, Patlani had originally found it when they were told to meet a client there. The innkeeper Mauricio didn’t seem to mind any of it, turning a blind eye to anything for a fair price. While it wasn’t uncommon for a Crow to rent a room, Patlani knew that they were the only one with a more permanent living arrangement there. It didn’t cost much to do so, either.

Unlocking the room, they stepped inside, dropping their pack in the corner and immediately beelining to the bed to flop onto the thin mattress. True to his word, Mauricio had left everything as it was, the scant few personal effects they had still in the place they had left them.

Rolling onto their back, Patlani closed their eyes.

The slightest sound of a floorboard creaking, almost inaudible, caught their attention. Patlani didn’t have to open their eyes to know who it was. They sighed.

“Mauricio wasn’t supposed to let up any visitors, Esme”

“He figured I was the exception,” Esmeralda smiled, coming to sit on the edge of the bed, “If you wanted privacy you could always get your own place,”

“Somehow I don’t think that would stop you,”

Esmeralda giggled, and Patlani finally opened their eyes to look at her. She had cut her hair since the last time they had seen her, her wavy chestnut brown hair now cut into a bob. As they looked at her, her smile widened.

“Do you like it?”

“You could do anything to your hair and I’d like it,” Patlani said.

“Flatterer,” Esmeralda said, playfully swatting at Patlani, “You were gone so long I thought it might all grow back by the time I saw you again,”

“I was down in Orlais,”

Esmeralda’s eyes widened, “Really? I thought you never took jobs down there, you hate traveling that long,”

She wasn’t wrong, normally they would rather be tortured than spend weeks traveling. It was boring and no one in their right mind would like it, especially going all that way to do a simple assassination, but…

Patlani wasn’t sure why they took the contract. They could lie and say it paid well, but that wasn’t it—they didn’t care for gold, or luxury for that matter. So why did they take the job, what had been so appealing about losing weeks of their life somewhere so far from home?

“Lani?” Esmeralda asked, pulling them from their thoughts, “You okay there?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. What’s been going on up here while I’ve been gone?”

“Oh not too much, there’s some gossip about some Crow stuff but you don’t care for that I know,” Esmeralda said, “So I’ll skip boring you with all that. You know what you might be interested in, though, a new panadería opened up nearby,”

“Oh?” Patlani turned to look at her.

Esmeralda laughed, “I knew that would get your attention, I was thinking we could go there,”

“Really?” Patlani sat up, scooting a little closer to Esmeralda, close enough that they could see the crinkle at the corner of her eyes as she smiled.

“Mmm,” She hummed, leaning close to them.

“That sounds suspiciously like a date,” Patlani said.

“What? Every time a lady and her gentleman friend go out it’s a date?”

A pit opened in their stomach, they swallowed thickly. Right. A gentleman. A man. They hadn’t told her, they were planning to tell her. That’s what they had told themselves last time, and the time before, and the time before that. But every time they opened their mouth, words failed them, and every time they said nothing, they felt something inside them wither.

“Lani,” Esmeralda’s voice pulled them from their thoughts once again.

“Hmm?”

“Something’s bothering you,” Esmeralda frowned.

She wasn’t wrong, but Patlani didn’t know how to even begin to explain it. I want it to be a date, they wanted to say, I’m not a man, they wanted to say, I dream about marrying you. When they opened their mouth though, like predicted, the words wouldn’t come out.

“It was just a long job, lots of travel, plenty of stupid Orlesians…” They trailed off, the lie coming easily.

Esmeralda made a noise of consideration, before grinning. Slowly, she scooted closer, then swung her leg over them, straddling their lap. Patlani’s hands came up to rest on her hips without thinking, and as he looked up at her, she slowly started undoing the laces of her shirt.

“Maybe I can take your mind off things?”

Don’t let this distract you, you need to talk to her, they tried to tell themselves, but as she pulled off her shirt and leaned down to kiss them, Patlani’s resolve wavered.

Next time, they told themselves, they would tell her next time.

They just had to hope that the withering emptiness inside them wouldn’t consume them before then.

[danikamariewrites]

Ride

Manon Blackbeak x f!Reader (smut)

A/n: I’m posting this way later than I intended to but oh well

Warnings: smut and blood kink (Manon def has one u can’t change my mind)

As the door flew shut with a bang that shook the walls of your bedroom Manon attached her lips to yours in a bruising kiss. She was pissed and you knew why. You were currently visiting Rifthold celebrating some holiday Dorian decided was important enough to invite everyone to that you could care less about. You were just excited you had an excuse for Manon to dress you up in one of the expensive, pretty gowns she’s bought you.

While you were happy to accompany your girlfriend to the party she was less than happy about the attention you were getting from a certain male in the ballroom. Fenrys. He had cornered you while you were topping off your glass of champagne. He had always had eyes for you and Manon didn’t like that one bit.

He had touched your shoulder and flashed you a charming smile Manon did not care for. As soon as she saw you smile back at him her self restraint broke. Leaving the Queen of Terrasen confused at Manon’s sudden outburst until she saw where the witch was stomping off to.

Before you could comprehend what was happening Manon was dragging you away from Fenrys and back to your rooms.

“Clearly,” Manon growled, breaking away from your lips and clenching your cheeks in her hand, “I haven’t made it obvious enough that you are mine, and mine alone.” You shake your as best you can with her iron grip holding your face. She lets go, making her way to sit on the edge of the bed, your eyes taking in her every move. Gracefully sitting on the edge of the bed she beckons you forward.

You don’t hesitate, knowing when she gets jealous and possessive Manon needs to touch you. It’s rare Manon gets like this but it’s one of her insecurities that she’s shared with you and only you. She doesn’t think she deserves you and your kind heart and soft demeanor, and that’s far from the truth.

You stand between her legs, her hands finding their place on your hips. Leaning down you capture her lips in a soft sensual kiss. “I’m yours Manon. Only yours.”

“I know, baby. But you smiled back at him, so I think you need a reminder.”

It’s clear you’re not getting out of a punishment this time. She let it slide last time so it seems your luck has run out. Although, Manon’s “punishments” are quite pleasurable. Manon flicks her right wrist causing her iron nails to appear. She smirks at you, bringing the gleaming iron up to the front of your dress. Your breathing becomes shallow as Manon slices the fabric from the top of your breasts all the way down to the top of the skirt.

Manon pushes the fabric from your shoulders letting pool by your feet. She pulls you onto the bed as she lays on her back. Manon again, beckons you toward her with those deadly nails. “Come up here.” You crawl up Manon's pale body straddling her stomach. Manon squeezes your thighs dragging her nails lightly up and down your skin.

“You’re going to sit on my face baby. And you’re not going to hold back being loud. I want all of Rifthold to know who makes you feel good.” She looks up at you with a wicked smirk. “And for that little smile you gave Fenrys, don’t think you get to come so easily.”

You swallow audibly, crawling your way up to Manon’s face. Once you’re hovering above her lips Manon pulls you down by your thighs, nails digging in. Her tongue pokes out, licking you from your entrance to your clit over and over. You moan, holding back slightly, your hands grabbing at her moon white hair. Your quiet moans make her growl, “What did I say?” She starts licking and sucking at your clit hard.

You stutter, “I-I’m sor-sorry Manon.” You moan louder as she sucks harder, nipping at your clit. You feel yourself getting close to the edge and then Manon lets go of you completely. Whimpering, you start moving your hips back and forth. She lets out a laugh against your cunt, sticking her tongue out again licking through your folds.

She alternates from licking and sucking at your clit as you let out a pornographic moan. You start grinding on her face faster as she brings you to the edge again. Manon can tell you’re on the you’re close to an orgasm again and she stops her movements. You whine, “Manon please! Please, please, please! Please let me cum, I’ll never look at Fenrys again, please!” She loves when you beg. “How can I deny you when you sound so sweet begging me to cum? Go ahead baby, don’t hold back.” She starts eating you out with a new ferocity, digging her nails into your thighs harder, breaking your skin.

As she starts licking and sucking you moan at the feeling of her tongue and the warm blood dripping down your things. You quickly approach another orgasm, this time Manon doesn’t let up, letting you fall over the edge. As you come down from your high Manon gently licks you, drinking up all of your release.

Manon gently pulls you off her mouth, flipping you over onto your back. You look down at her smiling, grabbing at her hair again. She starts kissing your things, licking at the little trickles of blood. “Mmhhmm, I love you Manon.”

She lays on top of you, kissing you slowly. “I love you too baby.” She switches to lay down next to you pulling your head to her chest, stroking your hair as you drift off to sleep.

tags: @rebs2210 (tagging you bc u were very enthusiastic about this coming out so thank you and I hope u enjoy

[keevveek]

torn Amber

A little story based on my dream.

I remember one hack game from my childhood.. I remembered this thanks to an old clumsy drawing that I found when I was dismantling my room to move into the dorm.

It all started on my birthday, when I was walking through the market with my mother, she stopped to talk to her friend from work, so I decided to take a walk a little out of boredom. I was already 6, so I already thought that I could handle it alone. I didn’t have to walk for long, I immediately saw a man and a box with all sorts of cartridges. After some rummaging, I pulled out the Pokemon cartridge. A beautiful cartridge called "Pokemon amber". it was on the Game Boy Advance, which is the only console I ever owned. Besides, I didn’t understand which Pokemon were there and which weren’t.. Therefore, as soon as the frightened mother found me, I asked her to buy me this and of course, as a birthday girl, they bought it for me. Finally I had another game besides "pokemon ruby". Yes, this childish innocence and joy of a new toy.. They rarely bought something like this for me, because my mother thought that boys liked this kind of thing more than girls. So stupid.

As soon as we got home, I immediately started playing Pokemon amber. A suspenseful screensaver with a spider-like Pokemon that crawls out of amber... In general, the “Pokemon Ruby” screensaver scared me too, so it’s not surprising. I went to the menu and started a new game. There was a choice of a girl and a boy. A girl with two red short spiky ponytails and butterfly-shaped bangs and some kind of red vest with a black jacket and skirt. But the guy’s appearance was that of an ordinary Brendan. Of course, since I'm a girl, I chose a female player and named her "Amber" after the game's name. The game started from a strange place, I don’t remember, it seemed to be the Pokemon Center, where Nurse Joy was absent. I left the pokemon center and found myself in Petalburg City. But there was also something interesting, Blue and Red were standing at the entrance to the Pokemon center, there was some dialogue like: “This is your first day as a Pokemon trainer.” And I immediately got a Torchic and was sent on a journey. The plot went on almost like in "Pokemon Ruby", except for the absence of Brendan... I remember my team of Blaziken, Shroomish, Marill, Jigglypuff, Swellow, Raichu. And when I was about to go through 4E, Brendan came and took me to a cave that had not been there before.

I won’t hesitate, a cutscenes began, where the same spider-like Pokemon bursts out of amber and the battle begins. The battle didn’t last even a minute, because this arachnid defeated my Pokemon like some kind of imbalanced. And after.. This Pokemon just brutally tore my character apart, as if it were a rag doll.. And even though they were just pixels, then it really hurt me.. After a couple of minutes of a black screen, my character and Brendan appeared, but like a combat sprite. Amber looked at me, her body parts were stitched up, and Brendan stood behind her, after which the inscription appeared: “now we will be together forever.”

And then it seemed to burst through me, I started crying loudly and my mother came running to me, having heard my strange explanations, she just shook her head and took the Game Boy Advance from me. The console was returned to me a year later, but the cartridge was not, well, good. I think they just threw it away. Mom thinks that it was just my rich childhood imagination that distorted everything so much. I would like to believe that this is really so and I will believe.

[pickalilywrites]

Marcel x Mina Valentines date.

saw this amazing rare pair pop up in my inbox and thought "anon, you know exactly what you're doing"

like-minded

serumina. high school au. 3359 words. read on ao3.

Mina stands in front of the mirror unhappily, turning this way and that to examine her outfit at all angles. She’s picked out several different outfits for this date a week ago and had enlisted Annie’s help last night to make the final selection, but she’s still worried that Marcel will think her outfit is childish which is ridiculous because Marcel would never think that. He’s too nice, and Mina is clearly overthinking things. She knows all this, and yet she can’t help but frown at her reflection — the pigtails she had tied and untied several dozen times before deciding to keep them, the knitted pastel pink sweater studded with pearls, the black knee-length skirt, the tights decorated with hearts, and the shiny Mary Jane heels. Although she knows she’s bothered Annie more than Annie deserves over these past few days, Mina picks up her phone and calls her best friend for the fifth time that morning.  

“What?” Annie asks. She’s forgone pleasantries after Mina called the second time. To others, Annie might sound disgruntled, but Mina knows this is Annie’s usual tone. In the background, Mina can hear a movie playing — probably Legally Blonde or 13 Going on 30 knowing Annie’s preference for watching romcoms in bed while clearing out a box of chocolates by herself on Valentine’s Day instead of going on a date. 

“I don’t know about this,” Mina says, and she hears Annie sigh on the other end. Mina bites her lip and paces back and forth in front of her mirror, trying hard not to glance at her reflection. With her other hand, she plays with the hem of her skirt. “What if Marcel hates it? What if he regrets going out with me? What if he never speaks to me again?” 

The sound of rustling can be heard on the other end as Annie adjusts herself on her bed to a sitting position. The movie stops playing and Mina feels a bit guilty about interrupting her friend’s movie marathon once more. 

“Mina, you should give yourself and Marcel more credit,” Annie says. Despite her rough exterior, she’s incredibly patient as she speaks to Mina. “He asked you out because he likes you, and you’re an amazing person. The only way to make him regret a date with you is to be the complete opposite of who you are, and I don’t see that happening. And it’s clear that Marcel took a lot of time and effort to prepare this date. Didn’t you tell me that he was asking you what your favorite places were and what your ideal date would be just so he could curate the perfect Valentine’s Day date?”  

Mina flushes at the reminder. It’s true that Marcel had asked her about her date preferences prior to Valentine’s Day. She had asked him earlier if she could take a glimpse of the itinerary but he had refused, telling her he wanted it to be a surprise. She trusts Marcel enough to know that she’ll love it, and she’s touched at how much care he had taken to ensure she’d have a good time. She really should stop letting herself be consumed with worry and just enjoy today.  

“Anyway, you should just have fun. Marcel should be there soon,” Annie says. 

Mina glances at the clock on her wall and realizes that it’s almost 11. She swears under her breath and mumbles a hasty goodbye to Annie. Sure enough, Mina finds a text from Marcel on her screen letting her know that he’s waiting for her outside.  

Mina grabs her heart-shaped pouch hanging from the back of her chair and is about to bolt out of her room and down the stairs to meet Marcel, but she hesitates when the couple’s keychains sitting on her dresser catch her eye. She had bought them the other day impulsively thinking they were cute, but she’s hesitant to give them to Marcel now. Do people give each other couple’s keychains anymore? It’s something that had been popular in middle school, but they’re in high school now and she’s afraid that Marcel will find it childish. The design is simple — matching plush bears  a little larger than her thumb except one has a pink heart stitched on its chest while the other has a blue heart. Mina picks them up and examines them, biting her lip as she debates on whether she should take them. In the end, she shoves them into her pouch, not wanting to keep Marcel waiting any longer.  

She nearly trips over her own foot as she flies down the stairs. Maybe she should have taken a little more time instead of running down to see Marcel as soon as possible, but the thought of keeping him waiting for one second longer than necessary would kill her. She’s breathless when she throws open the door and runs out to meet him. Her cheeks are probably flushed right now, most definitely a deeper shade of pink than her sweater, but Marcel doesn’t notice or is too polite to say anything about it.  

“You look amazing,” he says to Mina with a broad smile on his face.  

“Oh, this? Thank you. I just threw it together this morning,” Mina says, giving her outfit a casual glance. She’s trying to play it cool even as she’s catching her breath.  

“I’m a lucky guy,” Marcel laughs, and Mina can feel herself turn an even deeper shade of pink. He fiddles with something in his pocket for a bit. At first Mina thinks he’s going to fish something out, but his hands remain in his pockets and he gives Mina rueful grin. “Shall we get going? Our schedule is kind of packed today.”  

“Sure,” Mina says. She walks side-by-side with Marcel, their footsteps in tandem with Marcel only slightly ahead of her so that he can take the lead. She tries not to stare too wistfully at the hands Marcel still has stuffed in his pockets. She imagines his hands swinging freely at his sides and the backs of their hands brushing as they walked alongside each other. She’s so lost in her daydream that she almost doesn’t realize Marcel is speaking. 

“... take care of everything,” Marcel is saying. He glances at Mina and she quickly diverts her gaze to stare at her shoes. “If you happen to dislike it midway, just let me know. I planned alternatives just in case.”  

“Wow, you really prepared for this,” Mina says. 

“Of course,” Marcel laughs. Mina might be imagining it, but he seems to be blushing slightly. “I want you to enjoy it.”  

Mina knows she’ll love it, and she’s only more certain of it when Marcel leads her to Charming Confections, a cute baroque-themed café with flowers and sparkling chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, that she’s always meant to go to but had never gone because it was so crowded. She had mentioned wanting to visit months ago, but she had never thought Marcel would remember and take her here. He probably had to make a reservation weeks in advanced.  

She peers over the top of the menu to gaze at Marcel who’s busy deciding on what to order. She’s well aware of the stares he’s receiving from other girls, some of which are with their own boyfriends but are unable to tear their eyes away from the good-looking, dark-haired boy that’s accompanying her. Mina doesn’t blame them. Marcel is ridiculously handsome, but she’s the only one who knows how thoughtful and kind he is. The thought that he’s decided to go out with her on Valentine’s Day instead of anyone else fills her with warmth.  

Marcel’s eyes flit upward at Mina, surprising her. “Did you decide what you wanted to order yet?” he asks.  

Mina pretends to have been looking at the menu all along even though she’s memorized all the dishes and beverages after spending so much time imagining her perfect date here. She purses her lips. “The breakfast croissant looks good, but so does the salmon penne pasta.”  

“Oh, that’s great. I was looking at those two, too,” Marcel says. His eyes crinkle so adorably when he smiles. Mina wonders if he knows. “If you’re okay with it, we can order those and split it so we can both try it.”  

“I’d like that a lot,” Mina says.  

Despite the crowd, service is quick and they’re soon presented with the breakfast croissant and salmon penne pasta. The breakfast croissant is divine: a buttery, flaky croissant served with an egg cooked sunny side up, seasoned with salt and pepper and garnished with green onions that have been slightly scorched in the pan. On the side are pineapple sausages cut into slices and served along with a small salad drizzled with vinaigrette. The salmon penne pasta is plated in a stylish pan and covered in a creamy alfredo sauce, topped with fragrant thyme leaves as a garnish.  

Mina thought she wouldn’t be able to get any food down eating in front of Marcel, but he makes her so comfortable by leading the conversation that she forgets why she was nervous in the first place. They trade stories about their respective middle schools — Mina had gone to Shiganshina Middle School while Marcel had attended Liberio Middle School with Annie — and Mina laughs at all the shenanigans Marcel had gotten into with his brother and their friends as preteens. Every once and a while he’ll ask Mina how she’s enjoying the food and share a forkful of his pasta with her. Just as they’re about to finish their plates, a waitress comes out with a small chocolate cake. It’s one that Mina had always had her eye on because it looked so decadent and rich, but she could never justify the cost of buying a slice of cake for herself at a café when she could just go to the grocery store and buy a whole cake for the same price.  

Mina looks at Marcel with surprise.  

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. They just look so good,” Marcel laughs as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. He pushes the dessert plate towards Mina first. “I’ve always wanted to try one, and I thought now might be a good time since I could share it with you.”  

Mina bites back a smile and confesses, “I’ve always wanted to try this, too.”  

“It’s great that we came here together then,” Marcel says. He watches as Mina takes the first bite, but he waits for her to swallow before asking, “How is it?”  

Mina raises her hand to touch her cheek as she tries to recall the experience of eating the first bite. She can still taste the cake on her tongue, the rich, velvety cake and the decadent dark chocolate frosting with just the right amount of bittersweet. “Amazing,” she tells Marcel. 

Marcel grins and takes a bite of his own. He doesn’t even finish chewing when his mouth falls open and he has to cover his mouth with his hand in embarrassment. “Oh, wow, you weren’t kidding. This is incredible.”  

The two continue eating the chocolate cake, savoring every bit, and each agree that it’s the best cake that they’ve ever eaten. When they finally finish, Marcel tips the waitress generously and thanks her for the wonderful service. He leads Mina out the door of the café with an excited grin on his lips, but he doesn’t tell Mina where they’re going.  

“You’ll know when we get there,” he assures Mina. 

As they get closer and closer to the destination, Mina does find that the road is becoming more and more familiar. When she realizes where they are, she puts her hands over her mouth in surprise.  

“The arcade?” she asks. She had mentioned to Marcel once that she enjoyed going to the arcade in middle school but had fallen out of the habit once she went to high school because she needed more time to study. It’s been ages since she’s stepped foot here. “You really want to go?” 

“You made it sound so enticing, how could I not?” Marcel grins. He opens the door open for Mina and gestures for her to go in.  

With only one foot through the door, Mina is hit by a wave of nostalgia. The arcade pulses with brainless pop music that she knows she’ll forget as soon as she steps outside. She remembers the colorful carpet, the arcade games lining the aisles, and the claw machines that have taken far more of her money than she’s willing to admit. It takes her back to a simpler time and she can’t help but bounce on the heels of her toes in excitement. 

“You’re the expert, Carolina. Which one should we hit up first?” Marcel asks.  

“Oh, gosh, there are so many good ones,” Mina says and her eyes gaze over all the different arcade games they have. They don’t seem to have changed very much from when she had been there last although there are a lot more claw machines in the corner than she remembers.  

She ends up leading Marcel to a racing game she had probably wasted hours on as a middle schooler. He laughs when she shows him the high score she had gotten in the seventh grade that still hasn’t been beaten and jokingly tells her that he’ll get his name in the top ten. He doesn’t, but he put in a good effort and he claps when Mina manages to rank in the top five despite not playing in years.  

She shows him whack-a-mole next. It seems easy to those who haven’t played it before, but it’s much more difficult than one would think. Marcel gets frustrated after missing the first few and lets out an excited yell that makes Mina giggle. She advises him to relax a little bit, to just let his body react rather than acting first, and he soon begins to get the hang of it. He hits three in a row and lets out a victorious roar that causes Mina to bend over in a fit of giggles once more.  

They play DDR, which Marcel picks up quickly. Mina probably should have expected it from one of the school’s best athletes. They play all the trending pop songs and Marcel isn’t even breaking a sweat after the fifth round. Mina, however, is red-faced and breathless and begs for a break.  

“How come you haven’t taken me to the claw machines?” Marcel asks as he waits for Mina to catch her breath. He gestures towards the claw machines that are lining the side of the room. “Aren’t they popular with couples? I could win you something.”  

Mina shakes her head, although she’s delighted with Marcel referring to them as a couple. “Those things are money vacuums. They take all you have and give you nothing in return. I’m only keeping you away from your own good. I know how addicting they can be.” 

“Well, I won’t be addicted. I’ll win you something, and you’ll regret not having told me sooner,” Marcel says. Even as Mina rolls her eyes, Marcel struts confidently over to a claw machine. He picks one that has different Sanrio plushies and gives Mina a grin as he slides a dollar into the slot. “Just you wait, Mina. I’m going to get you a Pompompurin.” 

Mina doesn’t reply. She just watches as Marcel takes the stick and guides the claw towards the Pompompurin plush in the corner. She can feel his excitement as the claw grasps the plush dog and pulls it free from the mountain of Sanrio plushies. Just as the claw is making its journey back, the Pompompurin slips from its grip and falls back into the pile of plushies.  

Mina leans against the claw machine and gives Marcel an “I told you so” look.  

“I have more money,” Marcel says and immediately starts for his wallet until Mina grabs him by the wrist and stops him.  

“No, I’m cutting you off,” she giggles and Marcel gives her a grin. She notices that she’s holding his wrist and lets go, clasping her hands together. Flustered, she asks, “Should we try out a different game?”  

“Sure,” Marcel says and follows Mina as she leads him to the bowling area.  

Once they’re finished with the arcade, Marcel takes Mina to a bookstore that specializes in stationery. A big fan of bullet journaling, Mina marvels at all the different notebooks and pens that are available. She spends more time than she probably should perusing the shelves. Occasionally, she glances over at Marcel to make sure he isn’t bored, but he always gives her a reassuring smile and continues to inspect the stationery selection himself.  

Although Mina insists against it, Marcel purchases a notebook for her. It’s a lined notebook with a soft cover and embossed with a flower in the front. He must have noticed how her gaze had lingered on it longer than the other notebooks in the store. She’s so touched that he had taken so much notice that she vows to never write in it, which makes Marcel chuckle.  

“I had a really great time,” Mina says, cheeks flushing as they walk home together. “I’m really happy you planned everything. It was perfect.”  

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Marcel says. “I had a fun time, too.”  

This time, Marcel’s hands hang by his sides as they walk together. Mina tries not to make it obvious that she’s glancing down at his hands, but maybe she’s not as inconspicuous as she thinks she is because Marcel reaches down to hold her hand. He does it casually as if it isn’t a big deal, but it still makes Mina’s heart jump into her throat. Somehow, it reminds her of the keychains that she has in her pouch. 

Should she give it to him? Should she pretend she doesn’t have anything at all and just bid him goodbye? She’s worried that the keychain is childish, but Marcel hadn’t ridiculed any of her likes today. In fact, he had catered everything today to her preferences and he had even enjoyed many of the same things she did. She needs to give him a little more credit. She needs to be a little braver.  

“Wait,” Mina says, letting Marcel’s hand go so that she can dig through her pouch. After a bit, she pulls out the teddy keychains and holds them out to Marcel. She can’t quite decipher the look on his face — something akin to surprise although that’s not quite it — but it’s too late for her to take it back now. “I ... I got these for us. I thought it would be nice ... to have couple’s keychains.”  

She begins to falter when she sees Marcel’s expression. He doesn’t seem excited to see them, and he doesn’t reach out to take any of the keychains either.  

“Only if you want. I can return them, too, if you think it’s too silly,” Mina says quickly. 

“No, no, wait!” Marcel fumbles for something in his pocket and then pulls out two of the same keychains from his pocket. They two bears in his hand look identical to the ones in Mina’s hand. He looks sheepishly at Mina. “I saw these the other day and thought it would be nice if we had them. I just wasn’t sure if you’d like them.”  

Mina is speechless. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “What are we going to do with two pairs?” she finally laughs.  

Marcel looks for a moment and then swaps his blue-hearted bear with hers. He grins as he looks down at her puzzled expression.  

“We can each have one of the other person’s. It might look strange to other people that we have a whole set, but we’ll know,” Marcel tells her. He tries to gauge her reaction, but he can’t quite read it. “What are you thinking?” 

Mina’s face breaks into a smile. “I’m thinking that I’m so lucky to have a guy that’s as kind and sweet as you,” she says before surprising him with a kiss on the cheek.  

[rose-of-oz]

OT+: #2 + Lucia x Crowley x Aziraphil?

Pairing: The Ineffable Three (Luci Evans + Crowley + Aziraphale).

Prompt: A coming home to the sight of B & C asleep in each other's arms on the couch, and it warms their heart from OT+ Prompts.

Warnings: Kissing, mentions of food and eating, mention of past misogyny.

(A/N: Thank you so much for this, Hannah, and I hope you enjoy this!!)

LUCI COULDN'T REMEMBER THE LAST time her workday had felt as long as this one had. Typically, she loved her job; it paid well, she wasn't expected to talk to her coworkers (not that they made much of an effort to speak to her, either, as people tended not to notice secretaries), and she usually finished all her tasks early, which left plenty of time for reading or absently scrolling online, doing research on various historical events her boyfriends claimed to have been a part of.

But today had been a day. To start off, her bloody alarm hadn’t gone off and she’d wound up being late as a result of it; only by about ten minutes, but it was rather hard for the company she worked at to function properly when the woman who was expected to run their front desk didn’t show up. Besides that, the cab she’d taken had splashed her with dirty water from the rainstorm yesterday when it had stopped to pick her up, and she knew for a fact that the cabbie had overcharged her but she’d been running too late to call him out on it and had been forced to simply pay what he’d asked for.

And the people - oh, the people she’d had to deal with that day. Were she not afraid to do so after the things she’d experienced, Luci would have sworn to God that the company’s executives had gone out of their collective way to be extra stuck-up and rude to her today. They had done nothing but belittle her and make her feel guilty for not finishing work she hadn’t had time to get done with her significant workload, and one of them, a financial director with a weak chin whom she’d always disliked, had even had the nerve to ask her if this was her “time of the month,” what with how frazzled and frustrated she seemed to be.

Given all of that, Luci didn’t even consider going back to her own flat after she was finally allowed to leave. She was more than happy to trudge into Aziraphale’s bookshop as the autumn sun dipped close to the horizon, newly-bought skirt stained with dirty water around the hem and looking like she was completely done with the world.

Thankfully, the warm atmosphere and smell of old books that hit Luci as soon as she entered the bookshop was enough to put her more at ease. Closing her eyes and allowing a small smile to grace her lips for the first time that day, Luci felt her tense shoulders relax as she listened to her angel’s familiar footsteps bustling toward her from the back of the shop.

“Hello! Welcome to A.Z. Fell and-” Aziraphale began, but cut himself off as he recognized one of his lovers. “Oh, hello, darling. How was work today?”

Peeling her eyes open, Luci fixed the angel with an arch look, gesturing wordlessly to the stains on her skirt and her clearly tired expression as an answer.

“Oh,” the angel said in a soft, sympathetic voice, tilting his head at her. “Not so good, then?”

“That’s one way to put it,” Luci grumbled, shuffling toward her boyfriend and unceremoniously leaning her body into his. Without hesitation, the angel wrapped his soft arms around Luci, moving to rub small circles onto her back.

“I’m terribly sorry, my darling,” he murmured into her ear, and Luci relaxed even further at the sound of his deep, sweet voice. “Would you like me to fix that stain on your skirt?”

Luci was ready to open her mouth and remind Aziraphale how she felt about him or Crowley using their miracles on her belongings if it wasn’t to transport them, but she was interrupted by her other, demonic lover sashaying up to them from the back of the shop.

“Oh, hi, dove, what’s going-” he began, but stopped when she saw her expression and adopted a sympathetic wince. “Bad day?”

“The worst,” Luci replied into Aziraphale’s shoulder, thankfully knowing that Crowley could hear her anyway. “Nothing went right. Kinda over everything right now.”

“Well, I dare say we can fix that,” Aziraphale declared emphatically. Gently nudging Luci off of him, the angel moved his girlfriend into the arms of his other lover, who wrapped his own longer arms around her shoulders without even blinking and pulled her into his chest.

“You want me to tempt anyone for you, dove?” Crowley asked quietly as Luci listened to the sounds of Aziraphale closing up shop behind her. “Make some wankers do something embarrassing?”

“No, that’s fine,” Luci spoke into the fabric of his black t-shirt, taking another second to enjoy the comfort of the demon’s arms before reluctantly pulling away. Frowning, she rubbed firmly at her eyes, something that inexplicably usually made her feel better. “I just kind of want to relax and forget about how awful everything was today.”

“Which is exactly what I plan to assist you in doing!” Aziraphale chirped happily, bustling back from the front of the shop. “Alright, if the two of you could just go and sit on the sofa in the back, that would be lovely.”

Luci, not entirely sure what her angel was doing but not about to pass up the opportunity to sit down after the day she’d had, grabbed Crowley’s hand and led her demon to the soft brown sofa in the back of the bookshop. Crowley followed willingly, flopping his long-limbed self down onto the sofa cushions and holding out his arms so that Luci could cuddle up to him.

“Right then,” Aziraphale said determinedly as Luci snuggled into her demon lover’s long, comforting arms. “Now, I am going to go and collect some takeaway from that Thai place you’re so fond of, darling, but before I do… would you allow one of us to miracle you into some sleepwear?”

Half sitting up from Crowley’s embrace, Luci furrowed her brows and began to protest Aziraphale’s offer, but the angel cut her off with a gently raised hand.

“I know your objections to miracles being used on your possessions if it isn’t for transportation,” he said gently. “And I respect your boundaries, I swear that I do. But given that this would technically be transportation of your clothing, and that it might help you feel more comfortable than you would in those work clothes… would you be opposed to making an exception this one time?”

After a moment of debating silence, Luci let out an exaggerated huff and fell back onto Crowley’s chest. “Alright. This one time, and only because I don’t have the energy to go back to my flat and it’s going to be very hard for me to relax in a blouse and pencil skirt.”

“That’s the spirit, dove,” Crowley said cheerfully, then waved a long-fingered hand in the air over Luci’s body. There was that familiar moment of feeling a small change in the fabric of the universe, and the next second Luci felt much softer fabric on her skin than had been there a moment ago. She looked down to find herself clothed in her favorite lavender pyjamas, the tank top and capris-length pants pleasant against her skin.

“Splendid,” Aziraphale chirped happily. “Now, I’ll head out and see if I can’t scrounge up some Thai delicacies, and Crowley, you keep our dear Luci company, won’t you?”

“‘Course I will,” Crowley replied as Aziraphale swept his coat off the back of an armchair. The angel slid the old coat over his shoulders with the usual flourish, shuffling over to the couch to exchange a peck on the lips with Crowley and place a kiss on the top of Luci’s head before heading out of the shop.

After Aziraphale had left and the ringing of the bell over the shop’s door had faded into the air, Luci allowed herself to revel in the peaceful silence of the moment, cuddling closer into Crowley. She hadn’t thought she was tired when she’d left work, just frustrated and worn out, but now, surrounded by the cozy atmosphere of the shop and her demon’s comforting arms, she could feel her eyelids begging to be shut, the blissful darkness of dreamland beckoning her with every centimetre the lids drifted together.

Crowley’s gentle fingers began to card through her hair, and she let out a contented hum, sleep drawing her even further down as she enjoyed the relaxing action.

“You take a little nap if you want, dove,” the demon murmured, ceasing the movement of his fingers only long enough to press his lips against her hair. “Seems like you need it. I’ll wake you up when Aziraphale gets back, alright?”

“‘M fine,” Luci mumbled, even as her eyes finally gave in and closed all the way. “‘M not that tired.”

But the next moment, she had fully entered into the comforting darkness of sleep’s realm, so she supposed that was a big fat lie.

♡♡♡

Almost exactly a half an hour since Aziraphale had left the bookshop, he returned to it, several takeaway bags in hand and ready to enjoy a nice, leisurely supper with his two loves. He found them both asleep instead.

The demon and the human were both still curled up together on the sofa, their peaceful features illuminated by the soft golden light coming from the shop’s various lamps, but now they were both very clearly resting, faces slack with the utter peace of rest and chests rising with deep, rhythmic breaths. Crowley’s arms were still wrapped securely around Luci’s waist, but somehow she had maneuvered so that her chest was half pressed against the demon’s, one of her own arms draped across his thin torso. Her face was squished sideways against his shoulder, in a way that Aziraphale was positive would leave indents on her cheek when she awoke.

Smiling softly at the sight of his two lovers curled up and peaceful together, Aziraphale shuffled upstairs to the small flat above the bookshop, taking care to be as quiet as possible and not wake his loves. Moving into the flat’s tiny kitchen, the angel opened the old oven and slid the bags of Thai takeaway into it; they could be saved until Luci and Crowley were finished with their little nap.

After that task was completed, Aziraphale moved quietly back down to the reading area at the back of the shop. Luci and Crowley were still peacefully asleep on the sofa, so the angel merely picked up a random book from a nearby pile and settled down into the armchair to read.

He may have had no desire to sleep himself, but that did not mean he couldn’t relax, let his two lovers have their rest, and revel quietly in the fact that the three of them were content to be cozy together, in the soft golden glow of bookshop lamps.

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Mao SSR

A New Friendship

Part 1

Ito: (Reports really reveal the personality of the person who wrote them...)

As I was sorting the submitted data into folders by month…. There was a knocking sound.

Mao: Good work. I bought some cookies, so feel free to have some.

Ito: Really? Thank you.

Then, I will... Ah, but I think I'll read the report first. All that's left is those from Simulation Dept.

Mao: Sure. I'll go brew some coffee. You want some, Ito?

Ito: Um, well...

I hesitated, thinking it would be rude to ask him to go that far, but Mao-san continued as if it was nothing.

Mao: Since I’m going to get mine done anyway, don’t worry about it.

Ito: Then, I'll take you up on that offer.

Mao: That's too much of an exaggeration.

Mao-san smiled at me before I saw him off and get back to looking at the report.

Ito: (Ah, it’s a request for Mao-san. The client is... I think I've seen this name before...?)

(Ah, I knew it. She's Mao-san’s regular.)

The request this time was, "I have an appointment with an important friend, and I would like him to accompany me to check out a cafe I'm interested in. Please coordinate the day."

Ito: (I heard about this cafe from Mika-san before, "It seems to be popular recently, so let's go and inspect our competitor", he said.)

(Oh, there's also a boutique nearby. Considering its location, it does pique my interest.)

Mao: .….Sorry to keep you waiting. It's still hot, so be careful.

Ito: Thank you. Oh, I was just reading your report.

Mao: Was the information enough?

Ito: As far as I see, I spotted no flaw at all.

The information provided but Mao-san’s report is really precise, I think I learned a few things from you.

Mao: Buttering me up won’t get you anywhere…… Or so I thought.

Mao-san suddenly remembered something and searched his pocket, before placing something that resembles ticket on the table.

Ito: This logo... is it from the boutique that was in the report?

Mao: They're holding a pre-sale soon, and I got an invitation. If you're interested, do you want to come with me?

Ito: Really? If you’re fine with me, I’d love to.

Actually, I have been interested in it when I saw this shop in the report.

Mao: That would be perfect. But... since this is not about work, let’s go on our day off.

Ito: That’s totally fine.

Mao: ...Then let's make plans right away

Ito: (Mao-san seems to be curious about something...)

(But I guess it’s nothing I should be concerned about.)

Part 2

The following week, Mao-san and I went to the boutique with the invitation in hands.

Mao: I think Ito would look great in this dress. Wearing it casually could work as well. Highly recommend.

This one... With this material, you probably can wear it for one season. If you’re fine with that, I'd suggest putting it on the list. You can wear it alone without adding anything and it will still complement you.

Ito: (In the blink of an eye, the number of the try-on list is growing...!)

Now that we’re here I'd like to try on some clothes with a different style than usual…. Not only did Mao-san respond to my whimsical remark, but he also continued to pick out items for me, and giving me advice while imagining how I would wear them.

Ito: (It's no wonder he has such a high rate of repeat customers with this perfect escort.)

Mao: I think we’ve browsed through the whole store now. How about trying them on in order?

Ito: Sure. First off...

(Hmm, was this one here earlier?)

Mao: What's wrong?

Ah, that sheer shirt. Not too shabby, I like the design too.

Ito: I think it really suits you, Mao-san.

Mao: And I think it would look good on you, Ito. It would go well with the skirt you saw in a magazine before.

Ito: ...You really watched me closely.

(Mao-san got a good memory, observation skills, and fashion sense.)

(They say nobody is perfect and we all have our own shortcomings…. But didn’t God grant him too many talents?)

Mao: I just remembered it because I thought it would make a great topic of conversation.

Ito: (Ah, he was also given communication skills...)

Mao: So, should I put this shirt on the list?

Ito: Oh, no. I've had plenty enough. Instead, I'd like to put this in Mao-san’s basket.

Mao: Really? Then I'll try it on. Let’s see what bottoms go well with this...

Mao-san looked around the store happily.

Ito: (I’m glad.)

I felt a little relieved seeing that I wasn’t the only one enjoying this.

Part 3

Mao: We really bought a lot.

Ito: Yeah. But it’s the weight of happiness.

Since then, we'd been to a few shops, and the number of our stuff got so big that we had to hold them in both hands.

Ito: By the way, there’s a cosmetics shop near the cafe. Shall we stop by there on the way home?

Mao: Let’s save that for another time. It would be bad to drag you along with that number of shopping bags.

Ito: I'll be fine. Shinkai-san and others have trained me. I've gained some strength as a result.

Mao: I know, Soyogu even praised you for having good muscles. Although I cut the conversation with him short because I thought it would be quite troublesome.

Ito: What do you mean...?

Mao: I had a bad feeling that he’s going to ask, “Mao-san, how about joining us?”

Well, I know he means well.

Ito: ……..

Mao: What's wrong?

Ito: Ah, sorry for being quiet all of a sudden.

I think I understand why people want to request Mao-san again.

Mao: Does that have something to do with what I said earlier?

Mao-san shrugged his shoulders and reached for the teacup.

Ito: I just feel like you’re really observant of people, and I've learned a lot from that.

Mao-san looked a little surprised by what I said.

Mao: ……..

Ito: Mao-san?

Mao: Oh, yeah.

I was having a good time today just like any other day, so I was a bit surprised to hear that.

Nevertheless, I'm glad Ito had fun too.

Ito: Yes, I really have a great time today.

Mao: I guess it was worth it to ask you to make some time for me on your day off.

Mao-san's cool expression was painted with a smile that seemed somewhat amused.

Ito: (Make some time on my day off, huh.....)

Mao: since this is not about work, let’s go on our day off.

Ito: (I see. So he was worried about the fact that it was a day off.)

I actually love the idea of spending my day off with you like this.

Mao: In that case, Ito-san, I shall look forward to your request of me once again.

Mao-san raised his teacup as if toasting. I also picked up mine and shook it gently in response.

Ito: Yes. I’ll be in your care.

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 2 - Against Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 7 - Dance - Part 4

Agenor

I lowered the wine jar and found that the area around the fire to be busier.

Several dancers had joined the fun, circling and dancing around the fire.

The wolves watched them with hungry eyes, watching their hips sway and move like snakes.

Some danced solo, while others whirled around each other, flashing their asses and bosoms to their audiences.

My eyes settled on two of them who where trying to coerce a certain someone to dance.

One standing behind Nyx, pulling his hands up in the air, while the other, Celia moved her arms like waves in front of him, sometimes swaying up then down again, the other kicked her heels in the sand and clapped her hands in the air.

I watched him intently, somehow having him trapped between the dancers, looked extremely erotic.

With wine obviously slowing him down, my sweet angel, surrendered to the enchanting trance, he followed the hands that took turns in pulling and circling him.

At some point he started to follow their moves more easily, his feet chasing the rhythm as he moved around the flickering fire, with a spellbinding smile tugging at his mouth.

When one of the dancers pulled a pirate into the game, soon more and more joined the fun.

As the circle grew busier, my eyes traveled to keep track of the one I adored.

Nyx disappeared for a minute and I frowned.

A minute passed and my heart pinched.

I was about to step in and get him, when he emerged from the crowd, pushing pirates away and getting away from their messy moves.

He looked around and when our eyes met, his smile came to life.

He walked towards me, stumbling a little bit, baring keeping his balance from the drinking and dancing around.

As soon as he was at my side, he sat down on the sand and lay his head on my lap.

I froze for a moment, as he had never shown me public affection before.

I chuckled when he snuggled even more in my lap... with his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted, my drunken angel had already passed out.

I ignored the chuckles and remarks of those who didn't have a hand up a whore's skirt.

I put my arm around him and resumed drinking the very fine wine, while the tips of my fingers, secretly played with his hair.

Nyx

I woke up when Agenor calmly called my name. I rubbed my eyes and sat up.

"Why am I asleep on the beach."

"Funny story, that."

I didn't remember and lately when that happened, it meant that I had gotten drunk and done something wrong and probably highly embarrassing.

"Hey. You should go to our tent and sleep some more. I'm going to town to take care of some business. Do you want to come with me?"

I try to think about that but I have a huge headache.

"I want to come with you... but I don't think..."

He chuckled and I felt his hand ruffling my hair. It felt good.

"Go to our tent, Nyx. Sleep some more. I'll be back at around noon. Okay?"

I nodded and pulled myself up onto my bare feet.

Nyx: 'Oh God. I feel like a right mess.'

Agenor left and I made it to his tent.

I found a sheet and laid it down on the sand in the corner and then I immediately joined it and went back to sleep.

When I woke up I was about to stand when I saw that girl Cherri was inside Agenor's tent.

"I'm in a lot of trouble because of you. Do you know that?"

I hesitated at that, mostly because I figured out what she meant.

My mind wanted my to respond to the way I was raised, bow slightly and apologize, even if I wasn't wrong but I refrained from it, this time.

"You know, Izel saved my life..."

Our eyes met but she looked away, then continued...

"I was kidnapped from my village... pirates. They took mw away after they killed my father. They forced me to become their slave... washing, cleaning and cooking for them. At night they wouldn't let my body rest. After that, Izel bought me from them and since then I have had a glimmer of hope..." she sighed, then looked at me.

"Pirates are all the same. You're all ruthless. Your kind kept me against my will, abused me... raped me..." she went silent for a moment, her eyes piercing accusations at me.

Nyx: 'She was like me. Kept against her will... raped. I felt sorry for her. I felt guilty too. I didn't do those hideous things but I am a pirate. I am one of those who did that to her.'

"I'm sorry."

Cherri stood up abruptly.

"Whatever. I don't expect the likes of you to understand. Today, I heard some rich boy was also captured from a guarded Island. What was it? I think the merchant mention... Mila Island. Anyway, the boy's mother was so distraught, that she has fallen sick. I guess even rich people suffer from pirates. I just made me remember my mother..."

My heart kicked so hard I could hear it ringing in my ears.

My brain accelerated as my mind tried to work out what I had just heard.

Mila Island... someone rich... from Mila Island.

My body moved on it's own as I scurried to stand in front of Cherri, my hands grabbing both of her hands.

"Where did you hear that from? A merchant? You said it was a merchant?"

"Why do you asking?"

"I need to know... please, my lady, just tell me."

"Yes. A merchant that works on Mila Island. He was just here."

"What? He was just here?"

"Aye, he just left about twenty minutes ago. He's about to sail to Ebina Island and from there back to Mila Island.

Nyx" 'Mila Island. Someone from Mila Island and mother... Oh God, please let her be okay.'

My heart squeezed tightly in my chest and I realized I had to move fast.

"Please, Cherri. Take me to him."

[nyaselfshipcorner]

Extremely self indulgent movie "not-a-date" scenario [SFW]

"Suko, do you want to go see that movie with me Friday night?"

Nagato's voice repeated in the med-nin's head all day long. This is all he could think about ever since Nagato asked him that a few days prior. Of course he said yes. Spending time with Nagato was one of the highest joy he experienced. Nagato told him Konan and Yahiko were leaving for a mission so they wouldn't be there with them. And no one else was available to come, not even Daina, the akatsuki's film nerd. They would be just the two of them.

Suko finished tidying up the infirmary before excitedly leaving to get ready.

They never really got out much, so they struggled putting together a nice outfit for the date. Suko surprised themself with that thought and had to shake some sense into their brain.

"Nonononono, don't think of it as a date, it's not a date, just a friendly outing."

And yet, Suko wanted to look as nice as possible for Nagato.

At 6pm, Suko arrived at the rendezvous place, in front of the cinema, nervously playing with their hair. They had decided to tie it into a messy bun, their front bangs still free. They had thought since Nagato liked Konan a whole lot, imitating her hairstyle could be a good idea.

Nagato arrived soon after looking around for Suko. When their eyes met, Suko saw him freeze with wide eyes before coming closer.

"Suko, you look... Very nice. This is so different from what you usually wear I almost wasn't sure that was you at first."

Suko giggled, happy to have provoked that reaction. He was wearing a light yellow raincoat over a grey blouse tucked into a dark blue skirt. He didn't wear skirts often, but he thought he would be appropriate for a date.

"This is the first time I see you wearing a skirt I think. You look good in it."

Suko was so happy to receive these compliments from him. They were also overjoyed to notice Nagato had dressed up too. He was wearing a dark brown haori over a teal shirt and black pants. These colors looked so nice with his vibrant red hair.

"Nagato you look so nice too."

Just as he hoped, Nagato blushed a little and smiled from being complimented.

The two of them bought their tickets and bought a bucket of popcorn before sitting in the dark theater in one of the middle row. The room was almost empty.

The movie started, Suko had already ate almost half of the popcorn.

"Nagato don't hesitate to take some... Sorry I'm terrible I just keep eating them."

"That's okay, I'm glad that you're enjoying it."

"Still, dont feel like you have to leave it all to me, take some too."

Nagato chuckled and took a handful to reassure them.

And so Suko put the bowl in between them to encourage him to take more.

What Suko dreamed of happening eventually happened, they both reached for it at the same time. Both distracted by the movie playing, they didn't notice it about to happen and their hand met in the sugary bucket, making them both shiver and looked at each other. They both retracted their hand, their fingers gently brushing against each other as they did, then stared at each other, flustered.

"I'm sorry i-"

"No, no, it's me. Go ahead."

Suko had felt his heart take off when their hands met. It would be very hard to forget the sensation and focus back on the movie.

The bucket was eventually emptied with their common effort, and Suko now felt sleepy. They probably didn't get enough sleep last night... And the food and dark room made it hard to stay awake. The cinema seat didn't feel comfy enough suddenly, they felt their head naturally wanting to rest against Nagato.

Suko violently pushed away that idea, why would he do that. They were just friends. Nagato wouldn't let him.

Or would he?... After all friends can rest on each other it's not that weird.

Nagato noticed him being sleepy, and gently he passed his arm around Suko, holding his head and gently nudging him to lean against him.

"You can put your head against me if you want. You'd be comfier that way."

Suko couldn't believe that just happened. He rested his head against Nagato as he still had his arm around him. Their heart was being loud, it definitely wasn't a dream.

Nagato felt glad he managed to make this move, but that's as far as he dared to take things tonight. Both of them managed to focus on the movie somehow, despite their fluttering heart and the overwhelming happiness they were feeling.

After the movie ended, they had to go out in the cold night. The sun had set and the rain was pouring lightly. Nagato opened his umbrella and covered both of them with it.

"Can I walk you home, Suko?"

"I'd love to yeah."

Suko was so happy he asked. Not only did he felt nervous walking back home alone in that outfit, he also really wanted to spend more time with him. They discussed the movie as they walked, their pace as slow as possible.

But eventually they reached Suko's flat door.

"This was really nice. I like hanging out with you Nagato. Love to do it with the others but... It's also nice just the two of us."

The redhead was grinning, blushing a little.

"It was so nice to be just with you, yeah."

A silence then followed, as they both awkwardly looked at each other. Suko would have loved to invite him in. To keep talking with him all night long, even invite him to stay for the night. But it was too early. And Suko was too shy to even dare ask anything. Nagato was dying to be asked to stay too, but he wasn't that much brave in relationships. He timidly smiled once more.

"Well then... Goodnight Suko. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes, see you tomorrow, Nagato."

Suko put the key in the door as Nagato started to walk away. Then he stopped, his heart craving one last exchange with Nagato before he left.

"N-Nagato, wait !"

The redhead turned around, intrigued and hopeful. Suko ran to him and hugged him which made him blush. Holding tightly for a few minutes, Suko pushed his last efforts for one more thing.

Pulling on his haori to make him lean down a little, Suko pressed a kiss on his left cheek. Nagato froze down for a lil while, cheeks burning and mouth agape, processing what just happened. He then pulled Suko back into a hug, and both of them stayed like this under the rain for a little while, not wanting to let go of each others.

Suko eventually let go, looking at him one last time before getting back home.

"See you tomorrow Nagato, get back home safe!"

He smiled, one of his terribly cute warm smile and waved back at Suko walking to his flat.

"Sleep well Suko, see you tomorrow."

[bacchira]

ya know who i’d ride in the passenger seat? Kuroo.

kuroo hadn’t realized it when he showed you his new ride. he hadn’t known, to be precise. hadn’t known that he, by accident, had bought the one car that you’d had the hots for since you were a teenager. you weren’t normally a car person. but that one car just had something special. you’d never talked about it, because it hadn’t come up, so he hadn’t known. so when you asked if you could take it for a spin together. he hadn’t thought much off it either, but of course he’d agreed. he’d agreed to let you drive as well, knowing that you were a solid driver.

and so you went for a drive. kuroo did notice the way you looked at the car in awe when you walked around it to the drivers seat though. he didn’t think much of it though. he noticed the look on your face when you were sat behind the wheel and somehow that look had him squirm in his own seat. you just looked so intense and that was a look he normally only saw when the two of you were intimate. but again, he didn’t actually think much off it, other than his own blood cursing through his veins.

and so, the two of you went for a drive. kuroo watched you with a smile on his face as you drove. on more than one occasion though, that expression on your face had him fight the urge to reach out and place a hand on your thigh, and to let it slip up under your skirt. an internal battle that did not escape your own notice, and it made your insides flutter and the heat between your thighs rise even higher than being in this car with him had already made it. so you knew where you were going and soon you swung into the parking of a deserted beach, turning off the engine. kuroo was startled at first when you climbed from the driver seat to his lap in the passenger seat. 

“what’re you—“ he started eyes searching your face.

“did you know that this is my absolute dream car?” you asked him as you settled down on his lap. your hands enclosing his face, you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. kuroo didn’t hesitate for even a second before kissing you back. his hands roamed up your back and pulled you even closer. a soft hum against your lips as you ground down on his hardened cock, though the fabric of his jeans, as he struggled to get you as close as possible.

“i didn’t. if i knew, i’d have bought it earlier,” kuroo gasped when you broke the kiss for air.

“hm—“ you hummed as you kissed down his throat. teeth scraping over the spot where his neck met his shoulder. a groan escaped him as he bucked up his hips to meet your warmth.

“if you keep that up,” he muttered and threw his head back against the headrest. “i’m not sure i can hold myself back.”

“maybe you shouldn’t,” you told him against his skin.

“maybe i—“ then your words snapped into place in his brain. he looked at you and saw the glimmer in your eyes. his cock twitched in his pants and with both hands he grabbed a hold of your hips, guiding you to grind against him. “maybe i shouldn’t,” he agreed.

kuroo stretched up to catch your lips in a hard kiss. your hands found their way into his hair as your lips moved together. with one of his hands still guiding your movements, kuroo moved the other up under your skirt as he’d had the urge to do more than once on this ride. with his thumb, he found your clit and pressed down on it. your hips stuttered in his holds, but he didn’t let up on the pace he was setting for you. instead he started rubbing circles on your clit. one particular hard swipe over your clit had you whine against his lips.

“what is it, kitten?” he asked, moving in to nibble at your ear. “tell me.”

“i—“

“do you want more?” he asked against your ear. his breath fanned across your skin. “is that it?” your head fell to the crook of his neck and you nodded desperately.

“yes,” you whimper, knowing that he would tell you to use your words, if you didn’t.

“alright. i got you kitten,” kuroo said and with skilled fingers he pulled your panties aside, slipping one through your slick. back and forth, before prodding at your entrance. “you ready, baby girl?” he asks, but this time your nod is enough. kuroo pushes a finger inside and you whine against him.

you grab a hold of his hair and guide him to once again meet your lips. he knows you’re shy and there’s nothing he loves more than your kisses, so he allows it while pumping that first finger in and out of you. his tongue slips past your lips and meets yours, just as he slips another slender finger in beside the first. you rut down on his fingers and swallow the groan he lets out, as it mixed with your own moans.

“kuroo, please,” you moan when you break apart for a moments air, before your lips meet again. and he knows. he knows what you mean. so his other hand let go of your hip and fumbled to unzip his pants, not wanting to leave you empty for even a moment longer than absolutely necessary.

“wait,” he breaks away, kisses the corner of your mouth. “do we have—“

“my bra,” you manage to get out, and kuroo can’t help the devilish grin that spreads on his face.

and so he’s reaching for your breasts, making sure to accidentally brush over your hardened nipples more than once as he reaches into your bra for the wrapper. you grind yourself down harder on his fingers and get’s the memo.

“patience, kitten.” kuroo pulls out the wrapper, and keeping your eyes lock with his, he places it between his teeth and pulls. he makes quick work of it from there, now having to remove his fingers from inside of you, to slip his cock from his pants and roll on the condom. you trail kisses down his neck as he does, trying hard to be patient.

one hand returns to your hip and with the other he positions himself at your entrance. he guides you down, and let’s out a deep groan when you sink down on his aching cock.

your teeth sunk into the skin of his neck and he hissed desperately tried to stop himself from bucking up into you.

“shit. shit— baby you can’t— can’t do that—“ kuroo stammered with his eyes furrowed in concentration.

you bit down on his neck again, and this time he coudln’t stop himself as he bucked and buried himself to the hilt in your cunt.

“fuck.”

you licked the spot you just bit, and kuroo shuddered underneath you. “okay, that how you— how you want it?” he mumbled and let his head fall to your shoulder. “okay. fucking take it then.” kuroo grabbed onto your hips with both hands and started pounding into you in a relentless pace.

the car rocked back and forth in the parking space, and your noises filled the air as his skin slapped against yours repeatedly.

soon you found yourself grinding in kuroo’s lap in synch with his pace, meeting his every thrust.

lost in your ecstasy, you didn’t notice when kuroo let go of your hips with one hand, to have disappear under your skirt again. a particular high-pitched moan escaped you, when his thumb pressed to your clit again.

“that’s it kitty. let me hear you,” kuroo urged, putting just an ounce more force behind his thrusts. “let me hear you cum.”

“kuroo,” you whine and rut against him.

“it’s alright. you can cum,” he encouraged again, feeling his own release nearing, but refusing to release before you hit your high. “cum for me, kitten.”

and then they came. the end.

[yandere-sins]

In The CEO’s Office

POV: We all wanted more of the CEO.

Warnings: Yandere, Lemon, Non-Con, Public Fuckery, Almost getting caught, Tied up wrists, Asshole getting what he wants, Forced Penetration, Forced Oral, AFAB!Body Reader, Is it a forced orgasm? Maybe, I wrote this way too late into the night OTL, 4k words so take your time reading it

“Mr. Thornton!” you gasped, horrified as he tightened his necktie around your wrists firmly. You could endure him and his unsavory touches to a certain degree. Yes, it was true you climbed on his lap on his orders without much hesitation, just to get it over with. Your boss certainly needed a lot of attention and affection, and you knew that the faster you got it over with, the quicker you’d be back in your own office chair.

But no one talked about tying you up, though!

Struggling with the tie, you tried to look at it from under your arm, only seeing the neat, reversed ribbon he put on you. A terrifying sense of being at his mercy washed over you as you glanced back at him, encountering the cocky, confident grin he always wore as he leaned back, admiring you as he lounged in his chair. Without saying it out loud, he told you that he certainly wouldn’t untie you, now that he had you where he wanted. He was a man who saw the discomfort, the awkwardness in your eyes and laughed about it, after all.

Even when he pushed himself onto you, revealed all these ugly sides he harbored in only one night, he never seemed to take you seriously for even a moment. You knew he had the upper hand in all of this; it was the only reason you stayed employed at his company. And yet, you couldn’t help cursing him under his breath as your kept trying to pull the necktie open, twisting and turning your wrists unsuccessfully.

“It’s Ryan, I told you.”

His reminder was followed by his fingers flicking under your chin, drawing your attention back to him and away from your restraints, even though you were scowling by now. Ryan wasn’t a man of unnecessary words, especially not when he could achieve what he wanted by simply pushing you around and treating you like a toy he bought. Revolting disgust was growing in your throat as you obliged, making him happy beyond belief as he felt your gaze back on him, leaving your eyes to observe the rest of you instead.

Taking in every inch of your body, his hands followed his gaze. They kept getting stuck on things like your collar, the buttons of your shirt, and the waistband of your skirt, deliberately holding their position on each of them before moving on. Without being a mind-reader, you could imagine what was going on in his head. The way he licked his lips and absorbed your image, he very clearly was already undressing you in his daydreams, and you had no choice but to let him.

Even if your hands hadn’t been tied behind your back and your legs weren’t dangling from either side of his body while he sandwiched you between his chest and his table in the back, you doubted you would have done much. Sometimes it was easier to let him do his thing; let him have his fun. If it was just teasing and some groping, you’d be able to endure it; besides, you two were still in the office. Even if he was a maniac, he would do anything that could ruin both of your reputations within the company, right? Despite being crazy, he wasn’t completely out of his mind and would waste all the respect he built up over the years by fucking you in his office. Right?!

You were almost confident that he wouldn’t overstep at your job as he did in your apartment or the hotel rooms you used to flee from him. If anyone saw you two like this, it would ruin much more than just your - already pretty bad - reputation, but also the one of the highly respected, and at times feared, CEO of the company. Word spread like wildfire, and soon it would also end up in the ears of clients and potential customers. This was a lot more serious than just having you bend over to pick up pens and documents for him that he threw to the floor, or rubbing his hand against your ass as you two welcomed clients.

“Mr. Thornton, we–”

Receiving a sharp glare from him as you interrupted his admiring of your thighs draped over his, you swallowed down your sentence, quickly correcting yourself. “Ryan.”

“What is it, my dear?” he asked with a longing sigh, applying his attention back to his hands occupied with running his fingers up and down the inside of your leg.

“I don’t feel comfortable doing… it here. Can we… Can we go home for that?”

It took you a lot of effort to title your home as belonging to both of you. Admittedly, he bought it for you, but ever since he forced you into this affair, he occupied it as well—much to your misery. Still, you knew and saw the joy of hearing your choice of words reflected in his smile, widening a little before he contemplated your plea.

“And what-” Grabbing you from under your thighs, he lifted you a tiny bit to sit up straight instead of leaning back. You squeaked in surprise, but he didn’t even show one sign of exhaustion lifting you, easily placing you further up on his lap, so your faces were only inches away from each other. “--do tell, is ‘it’?”

Gulping, you lowered your voice, barely whispering the words in his direction. “Sex. I don’t want anyone to see us like this, please!”

“Oh!” he chimed. “Are you scared someone will come in and see me fucking out your pretty, little brain?”

At his choice of words, you couldn’t help but grimace before reluctantly agreeing, “Yes.”

“Say it,” he teased you. “I want to hear what you thought we were going to do in this room.”

“I thought,” you mumbled, shivering from embarrassment as you only thought about the words. Taking a deep breath, Ryan gave you all the time you needed with that asshole grin playing on his lips that you were awfully used to by now. “I thought you were going to bend me over your table and fuck me so that the whole office would know what we’re doing.”

“Oh no,” he chuckled. Leaning forward, Ryan kissed your jawline, approving of your compliance and rewarding you for it with his affection. “You’re wrong, Sweetheart. I was not going to fuck you on my table even though it’s nice to see where your mind’s drifting off to when you’re with me.”

Part of you wanted to correct him, tell him they were his words after all. But he just confirmed he wasn’t going to cross the line with you that day, and for that, you had to be thankful and let it rest. Now all you needed to do was endure and let him have his fun until he’d throw you away again out of boredom—just like always.

Wandering lips were accompanied by greedy hands, one running down your back and slipping between your body and your arms on the search for your ass to grope. The others moved just slightly under his kissing and sucking lips, paving the way for his affection. You felt the tip of his nail scratch over your collarbone, widening your shirt’s collar before dropping to the first button and hooking under it.

With a surprising Rip! the button popped off, opening your chest up further to him. “H-Hey!” you complained, panicked, trying to come up with an excuse to your co-workers as to why you were missing that button while Ryan groaned happily against your neck. “I bought this for you. I can do with my property as I please.”

Biting your lip, you held back any snarky remark you could have made, knowing very well that he didn’t just mean the shirt on your body with his comment. You were just as much a possession as your clothes were, or your apartment, or your phone. Really, anything you owned by now was his to own, even though this would be hard to explain to your co-workers either way.

“Please be careful. I need to go out and wear this for the rest of the day,” you whispered, ashamed, and Ryan chuckled amusedly, nuzzling into the crook of your neck before letting out a satisfied sigh. “I’d like it if you were to work in your underwear or nothing at all, you know. Want me to give you a new uniform in the future?”

“P-Please don’t…” you stuttered, understanding his hints to not pursue this topic any longer. It was his way of saying, “I don’t care how you’re going to explain this when you go out there.” There were no words to ideally vent your frustration about him with, so instead, you complied as he nibbled at your throat, knowing he’d leave you covered in hickies again, lined up around your neck like a collar.

Meanwhile, both of his hands were gripping and squeezing at your curves, one on your ass, the other slipping into your shirt and under your bra, teasing your breast hidden behind the fabric. These days, there wasn’t much you could wear anymore without feeling like you were wearing him. Everything you owned came from him, and it felt like he was always embracing you through your clothes, playing and teasing you with his touches. Most of the time, you forced yourself to ignore it, but now that he really was touching you, it was hard to forget.

Slipping your tit out and into the open, it was the next stop for his mouth. However, not without glancing up at you mischievously, making you watch as he pressed his lips against your nipple, suckling like an infant. Thankfully, you didn’t have to deal with a pregnant body, so no matter how much he played with your knob, he would get no satisfaction if you kept your voice down. However, Ryan was so damn persistent. While you struggled to keep quiet, he bit into the hardening nipple, causing the smallest of whimper from you, and you quickly averted your eyes as he began to grin wickedly, continuing to bully you.

He knew exactly how to twist and bend you, having spent night after night treating you like a fucktoy until you didn’t know the difference between up and down anymore. Every one of his touches was a practiced grip on your body, one that would send goosebumps over your skin and moans off your lips. Ryan treated you like his work: efficient and skillfully.

Had this relationship been consensual, you probably wouldn’t have to constantly fight with yourself about how your body burned wherever he touched you. You wouldn’t have shamed and scolded yourself for feeling good as he ravaged your breasts and began hiking up your skirt to press his fingers to your cunt from behind. Surprised, you jumped, your mouth opening, and finally, the sounds of pleasure he wanted so much echoed through the room, making you feel his grin against your breast.

“Good ~” Ryan purred, and you tried to catch yourself before anything else escaped you.

“Be a bit louder and let the people hear how good I am making you feel.”

“Ryan!” you huffed, appalled by the idea he tried to put into your head. Using a moment of his carelessness, you backed away from him, forcing him to stop. Disgruntled, he glared at you while you held eye contact with him, wishing you could pull your shirt close and finally escape from this. But he wouldn’t have it.

One arm still around your waist, his fingers kept pressing against your pussy, probed at your entrance. Once. Twice. Then he slipped your underwear aside to dip in. He didn’t get far, but scissoring his fingers, you finally noticed the wetness coating him, unmistakenly yet shamefully coming from you.

“Are you sure you’re one to scold? I only see one perverted secretary in the room, with their shirt open and pussy dripping wet.”

“No…” you tried to object, but it was useless. Grabbing you by your waist, you were pulled forward again, unable to get away from him this time, your sex meeting what was already straining against his pants, throbbing under the fabric.

“Don’t make this more difficult for both of us, Baby,” Ryan purred as he reached down to open his zipper. Your eyes widened, and you shook your head vehemently, struggling against your restraints and trying to get off his lap. Even falling to the hard floor face first would be more preferable than what you could only imagine was going to happen.

“You said we wouldn’t!” you whisper-yelled at him angrily, desperate to get out of this situation.

“I said I wasn’t going to fuck you on my desk. My lap is a whole different thing, though.”

“No! Stop! Not here! Please, at least not in the office, I don’t want that–”

Your words were ignored as Ryan calmly shifted your hips to his advantage, lifting you a little into the air to slip his tip against your sex. “Shh or people will definitely notice,” he merely teased you again, stretching his neck to calm your lips which you opened in protest with his. You desperately clamped your thighs around his, trying to keep yourself up. Still, the moment his support dwindled, gravity pulled you down forcefully.

Against his lips, you had no choice but to let out a long, muffled moan as he filled you, trying to get some air as Ryan kept kissing you feverishly. You saw stars before your eyes as his thick cock spread you open, pushing aside your walls to accommodate him. Every vein seemed to pulse in unison with your walls, and the slow rubbing of your hips together moved and tightened you around his member.

One of his hands crept under your ass again, slowly, deliberately lifting you, forcing another sound out as he emptied the space inside of you only to let you impale yourself on his cock rapidly again. Pure dread mixed with pleasure as Ryan decided the pace, grinding you and fucking you on his lap mercilessly while you bit away your voice that betrayed you.

If only he had a small dick. You had wished for that so many times. A small, barely noticeable cock that would hardly stir your emotions and you’d have to fake orgasms was much, muchbetter than what he had been blessed with. Anything that couldn’t have been acquired in length went into thickness and curve, his cock making sure to cave you out before kissing your most sensible spot inside again and again. Every push was followed by an electrifying shock tickling you all over your body without giving you time to recover before it repeated.

Ryan took his damn time getting your head clouded with pleasure, always watching you, enjoying the bounce of your tits. He, for one, had all the time he wanted, and what he wanted was to watch you completely lose yourself on top of his dick. If he could make you shudder and moan, then he’d know he was on the right track to what he wanted: your submissiveness.

If forcing you into this wasn’t agony enough, it was the painstakingly slow push and pulls, the deliberate moving his cock around inside of you. Pretty sure your pussy was welcoming him warm and wet, no matter what you thought of the matter. And yet, it seemed like this was never going to end with how long it took him to actually focus on his own pleasure. Every minute spent with him alone in this office was one that made the phone outside go unanswered and your colleagues wondering what you two were doing inside. Take too long, and someone would have to check if you two were okay, or perhaps, dead if you kept quiet enough. The urgency to get this over with mixed with your frustration of not being allowed to appropriately feel the pleasure forced on you. After all, he had already initiated it. There was no changing his mind now, even though you tried.

Awkwardly, you tried to find a hold, lifting yourself before he could. Ryan’s brows rose in surprise, then a delighted twinkle flashed through his eyes. His bleached white teeth showed as he smiled ecstatically, and before you knew it, he spread his - and by extension, yours - legs. For a moment, you feared falling through the gap, but his hands were still holding on to you, supporting you, and not letting you go for even a moment. However, much to your surprise, that gave you enough space to move properly.

The first few times were still a little clumsily, but you got the hang of it. Leaning forward, Ryan let the backrest tilt back comfortably, and you rested your head on his shoulder, face turned away from him. His hands sliding to your ass, he gripped both cheeks boorishly as you moved yourself up and down his cock. Your range was smaller, but it was way easier, more controllable, and more pleasurable as well. Had you known how much faster you could have made it by participating, you probably would have done so earlier.

Another advantage of the position was your ability to muffle yourself in his suit jacket’s shoulder pads, much more comfortable than your boss could ever do for you. It felt good to have some say in what you were doing, take the upper hand as much as he allowed and feel yourself. In a way, using a person could go both ways if the situation was the same as it was for you and Mr. Ryan Thornton.

Whatever he wanted from you, and you truly weren’t sure still, he used you on every whim and idea he was making up in his mind. Without regards to you, he was a selfish, arrogant bastard, just like everyone warned you, even though for a long time you tried not to listen to your co-workers. For a while, you truly wanted to believe in his kindness hidden behind a stern face and in the form of gifts, and you even admired him for getting his work done without complaining.

Of course, blackmailing and forcing you to stay by his side and obey him didn’t sit well with your feeling of respect for him. But you also realized that beating yourself up over your past mistakes only made you more miserable, not him. Now that you were already forced to comply, you might as well try to make the best out of it, no matter if it meant you’d need another long shower and a good cry once you got home.

Sighing quietly into his shoulder, you felt him play with your buttcheeks as you slammed your hips down into his. It wasn’t long until Ryan also groaned lowly into your ear, biting and nibbling your earlobe as he enjoyed the pleasure you were giving him. You two were engrossed in your own little worlds, yours circuiting around the thought of orgasming and being done, having to fix the mess it would leave you in.

His, on the other hand, was about how adorably but sluttily you fucked yourself on him, leaned on him, and tried to get more of his cock stuffed inside of you. If only you could have seen yourself through his eyes, the way he loved every little shudder you made, and how your soft ass felt in the palms of his hands as he gripped it. How your hot breath turned him on even more as it tickled his skin like a playful caress, and how the sounds you made were a symphony of love in his ears. For a while, it made him forget that you want nothing that he gives you. It allowed him to dream that this was exactly what you wanted too and that you felt the same way he does about you.

Holding you, he hid his face in your hair, smelled the fragrance of your shampoo, his mouth watering as his mind slipped into the thought of how your pussy tasted. Ryan couldn’t wait until he got home to eat you out to his heart’s content, contemplating spreading you here on his table like a feast despite what he said to you before.

But before he could act on it, you jolted upwards rapidly, not moving, only listening as it knocked on the office door, your worst nightmare coming true. Ryan glanced past you, disgruntled over the interruption that tore you away from him before his eyes met yours. Could he see the panic, the fear inside of you? The whole damned ruin you saw flash through your inner eye? You didn’t want to be called nasty names and be scowled at for the rest of your time for sleeping with the boss as long as you were forced to stay by his side either. And becoming his personal housekeeper and losing all your autonomy and freedom as he had offered you multiple times with conditions before wasn’t what you wanted either.

“Please,” you mouthed silently, and the corners of his lips slowly rose. Your eyes widened as you felt him buck in his seat, making you wish you could use your hands to bury your face in them. Again and again, his hips jolted upwards into yours, one hand slipping from your ass to the front to tease your clit while he was at it. Flicking and rubbing with his thumb, you were close to losing your mind, as he very calmly called out, “We’re in a meeting!”

“Sorry, Sir! I have the documents you wanted.”

Glaring at your boss, you felt like he set this interruption up, and his grin only widened in confirmation as he saw the burning anger in yours. He loved seeing you upset and struggling; it made him want to tease you even more.

“Leave–”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought as the constant pressure on your G-spot and clit intensified. You felt your toes curl, and your body shiver in pleasure as your boss paused his orders just so he could watch you come undone on top of him. Shaking your head, you tried to tell him to stop, tears filling your eyes, knowing you could not hold back if he continued.

“--them on [Name] ’s desk, we are busy,” he quickly finished, his face crashing into yours to stop you from screaming as you writhed. He pushed your lips roughly against his by gripping your hair tightly and keeping you in place with his grip, letting his tongue dance with yours as your pussy clenched and shuddered around his cock. Your orgasm was violently shaking you, absolutely merciless as it overcame you and making the few seconds it took feel like hours of brainless pleasure.

“Good,” he praised you, petting your hair as you slowly regained your composure. “Didn’t know that you had a kink for almost being caught in public, Darling.”

“F-Fuck…” you stammered, initially trying to curse him but still not able to completely control yourself. He was a fucking jerk for mocking you, but there was a hint of truth to it. You undoubtedly did feel a bit of a push because of the situation you were in, perhaps wanting to get it over with only manifesting this more.

“Are you done? I need to get to work now.” Disapproving of your choice of words, Ryan pulled you off his cock and set you down on your wobbly legs as he stood up. Feeling thrown away like a piece of trash, you turned around to have him untie your arms when he hooked his finger around his tie and pulled you back against him. His cock slipped between your legs, still erect and pulsing as Ryan leaned over your shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done yet.”

Kicking his chair aside, your boss showed you the splendid space underneath his desk, patting the wood a few times invitingly. “Get under it. I need to see my project managers.”

Your mouth opened a bit too wide to be appropriate, but you were utterly taken aback by what you were hearing. “What?” he asked, smirking. “Thought I’d let you go so easily?”

Sitting down on his chair with a sigh, he grabbed his length, palming it slowly. He was waiting for you to follow his orders, but you couldn’t do anything but look back and forth between the leg space of his desk and him. Apparently, you were taking too long as he sighed again, disappointed, and leaned forward, dialing one company-internal number on his phone and setting it on speaker. All while still jacking himself lazily with his hand.

“Yeah, you can come in now for the presentation. My secretary is out today. Just go straight to my office,” Ryan instructed, never looking away from the pitiful form you were in. Ripped shirt, hiked-up skirt, bound wrists, and a dripping wet pussy were all you were in that moment, and any second from now on, managers would storm this office to talk about their newest achievements and seeing you like that.

“Why?” you merely croaked, holding back the tears as you wondered why you deserved this kind of treatment.

“It would be unfair if only you get to have fun with almost being caught. It has to be a bit more interesting than that for me.”

Hesitant, you approached his table again, kneeling down. The space was barely enough to fit you, much less both you and your boss’s legs. But what didn’t fit had to be made fitting. So you did your best to accommodate yourself in the tiny space, wondering if that was what he was thinking too whenever he rammed his cock inside your tight hole.

“Always remember: work hard, and the work will be much more enjoyable. Maybe I won’t ask the managers many questions if you satisfy me.”

God, every fiber of your being hated him.

But like a good secretary, you worked hard to satisfy your boss, praying for it to be over soon as you opened your mouth wide for him. Hearing the knock on the door and seeing his filthy, disgusting grin one last time, you were hid in the legroom of his desk, squeezed between his thighs and the wood.

With no other choice but to accept his cock slipping down your throat, tears burning in your eyes.

[shugojima]

Aone Takanobu // Desperation

Smut, toys, little to no talking, very soft and fluffy, fem xReader

"Nghhh, god I can't take it anymore!" You half whined, half moaned, sitting at work, currently in the restrooms, with your boyfriend's newest toy vibrating inside of you. "This... Bitch."

"He should.. Fucking concentrate on work as well!" Nope, Takanobu could totally make some time for clicking at the little remote in his pocket while he worked his shift. He gladly did so. Even the corner of his lips curled into a little smile whenever he thought about you trying to control yourself. He knew you'd curse him for it but he also new how desperate you'd be when you two are home again.

He wasn't a loud person, one who just plainly asks for something or demands things, dirty talking was a very, very rare thing for him too but he loved to send you naughty texts from time to time. That was his way of communication and it was fine with you; you loved that he wanted to make you feel special and you didn't care, even if it looked weird to others. He was your big, sweet, sometimes secretly naughty Ice bear.

-Text message: Nobu🤍-

Already cursing me?

"Istg...."

You texted him a quick "Stop it! Please!!😩" and tried to collect your shit, before heading out again, feeling the little silicone thing inside you vibrating against your sweet spot again. "Fuck."

"Watch your language, L/n." Your boss frowns as he walked by and shot you a stern look. "I'm sorry! Won't happen again." You apologized quickly and continued with your paper work. It wasn't until 5pm when you came home and you knew, as soon as you'd open the heavy door, Takanobu will be already home, cooking dinner for the both of you, like he always did. He loved to make you feel loved and cared for. Actions speak louder.

So you hastily opened the front door, seeing him standing on the kitchen counter, slicing some carrots in the cute, light blue apron you bought him once. Yes, he looked rather precious but right now, when you looked at him, you saw... Sex.

He nodded once, smiling a little as you walked up to him and gave him a soft kiss, your bag dropping to the floor, before you looked at him greedily.

A slight smirk on his face, he licked his lips and raised a brow. "Desperate?"

"That's it." You said as you grabbed the knife, carelessly throwing it on the other counter next to you and sat yourself on the one he used to prepare your dinner at. Pulling him closer to your, you didn't hesitate to press your lips on his, your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer to your body. "Nobu... It was so hard not to fuck myself!" He just nodded once, taking in your facial expression, those half closed eyes, your teeth sinking in your lower lip nervously, hips pressing against him, desperate to grind on his clothed, hard cock. "Slow." He wanted to enjoy every second, there was no rush to it. Not for him at least.

He slowly lifted you up from the counter, on hand on your ass, the other on your neck, carrying you to the bedroom, before he carefully layed you down on the clean sheets. You looked at him in awe as he got rid of his shirt, helping you out of yours as well. He was a tall, muscular build man, not too much, just... There was something about him, he was sweet yet somewhat intimidating and oh, so god damn hot.

"What did I do to deserve this man.." You mumbled as he slowly pulled down your skirt, along with your panties. He smiled a little and kissed your forehead, before laying down besides you, opening his belt. You turned your head to look at him and he pulled you closer to his body. You now felt his hard length pressed against your ass, a lewd sound escaping his mouth as he wrapped his strong arm around you, cupping your breast, kneading it with his big hand.

You leaned against him a little more, wrapping one leg around his, silently begging for him to touch your pussy.

He breathed a little heavy against your neck, when his hands slowly finds it's way in between your legs, finding you soaked already, the little toy still inside you. He pulled it out, a little gasp leaving your throat. "So wet." He almost whispered, voice cracking a little, before he slid a finger in between your slick lips, easily gliding inside your pussy, rubbing against your walls just a little. "You.. Nghhh make me, babe."

He feathered little kisses on your neck, sliding another one in, his cock throbbing against your cheeks. "N-nobu... Enough with the fingers.. I want.." You moved your hips against his cock, his pre wetting your cheek a little.

"Hmm..." He cooed as you kept grinding against his length, before he pulled away a little, held your leg up and lined his cock up with your sweet mess.

He slowly pushed his pink tip inside, a moan leaving your lips, a low growl leaving his own.

"Tight..." He breathed out as he thrusted inside, hitting your spot instantly.

"Nghhha.. So big. You're so.. So big, babe.." You praised, making him smile a little. He enjoyed this very much, he needed it. "Feels so good.. Ahh.. " He didn't like it too rough, he was more the soft, sensual guy, that needed intimacy and assurance. He wanted to feel you as good as possible and vice versa. Sometimes, the feeling was so overwhelming, you couldn't help but tear up. It was intense, loving, whenever he touched you.

He slowly started drawing little circles around your touch depraved clit, smearing your clear white slick on you further. "Not... Go slow, babe! Slow! I'm about to-" "Cum." He ordered and you couldn't hold your self back anymore. "Too- to fast.. Nghhhn." You didn't want to cum just now but no chance. He wanted to feel your walls throbbing and tightening around his cock so deliciously, he wanted you to cream all over him and make him go crazy. "Cum." He repeated himself, his thrusts getting deeper, heavy balls slapping against your wet lips.

You tilted your head to the side to look into his eyes, when you felt yourself reaching your high rapidly. He held still wanting you to grind on him, to watch you, to see that you desperately need his cock to get off.

"N-nghh fuck! I-" you cursed and moaned his name as you came all over his thick cock, leaving a white ring on the base as you rode it out, moving your hips by your own. Breathing heavily, you also felt him twitching inside you, seconds before he spilled inside your pulsating pussy, the warmth of his cum almost comforting.

He didn't pull out, only wrapped his arms around you and held you tight to his body. He didn't wanna let go, never.

"I Love you." He whisperer while softly stroking your belly with his thumb.

"I love you too, babe. So much.."

[disasterofastory]

Assistant (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Assistant

Natasha Romanoff x Reader      

Warnings: smut, Natasha Romanoff is your boss, office sex

You have a cursh on your boss.

The gif is from pinterest.

The red-haired woman sits at her desk when you step into the office. Natasha’s focus is on some documents until you clear your throat to draw her attention to you. Her green eyes jump up to you, the pen in her hand stills. The red lipstick she wears is faded but still highlights her pouty lips.

“The reports you asked,” you answer her unspoken question. You raise the yellow folder in your hand as you step closer to her desk to place it down.

“Do you remember our deal with the Stark Industries?” She asks, raising the paper before her but doesn’t turn it to you. You have to move to see it better. As you stand beside her chair, you notice her leg is crossed over the other, her pencil skirt pulled up on her thigh, and the black high heel slightly rocks in the air. Your gaze jumps up from the bare skin to the document in haste, hoping she didn’t see your wandering eyes. You read it with a slight frown on your face, trying to remember the deal.

“I think Mr. Barton made it with them,” you tell her. “I’m sure he knows more about it than me.”

“I will call him,” she nods, dropping down the paper on the table, turning to you more. “You'll come to the party, right?”

The dress Natasha bought you is black and tight. It barely reaches the middle of your thigh and leaves your shoulders bare. The fabric sticks on you like a second skin with long sleeves and deep cleavage. The woman sent you a fitting red high-heels and a silver necklace too. You don’t even know why you feel so hot suddenly. From the fact that she knows your size or because she thought you would look good in them. Doesn’t matter anymore. At the end, when a familiar car honks in front of your flat, you are ready to go. And more than ready to get home as soon as possible.

“Well…” You try to come up with an excuse quickly, but you know it’s a lost cause. She sees your hesitation.

“As a matter of fact, I never saw you at the parties before,” she says, and you panic for a moment.

She is right. You avoided these events mostly because you find them a waste of time. Except for a few people, who you meet outside of work anyway, they are your co-workers. You don’t want to spend more time with them.

“Yes, I…” Your mind works for an excuse, but it’s useless. Natasha doesn’t even let you continue.

“Doesn’t matter,” she interrupts. “You will be there on Friday. I already bought you a dress.”

“What?” You reply, shocked. Why would she do that?

“It’s not like you aren’t pretty now,” she says frankly, looking over your black skirt and white blouse. “But I don’t want to see you in one of these when our business partners will be there too.”

Your skin heats up from her words. You don’t hear any emotion in her voice, calling you pretty, but it still makes you embarrassed.

“Okay,” you nod. “I go back to work,” you wave at the door, slowly stepping away from her.

“I don’t take risk, Y/N,” she adds, watching your back. “I will pick you up before the party.”

Your insides are twisted as you leave her office.

“Hey,” you greet the woman behind the wheel as you get into the car.

“I knew it would look good on you,” she states with a nod, looking over at you.

“Thank you,” you answer, ignoring the burning of your skin.

When Natasha starts the engine, you dare to look at her from the corner of your eyes. Her dress is long and deep green. The skirt has two splits at her thighs, leaving them bare before your eyes. The fabric seems soft and light. Her red locks are neatly curled and pinned, her eyes are smoky, but her lips are more natural colored than usual. The focus is on her green eyes, and you see why. She is beautiful with and without makeup or the dress.

When you arrive at the party a lot of guests are already there. They are having fun, chatting with each other while the staff moves around, offering drinks. Natasha grabs two glasses of champagne from the tray with a small thank you, giving you one of the drinks.

Not long after your arrival, Natasha leaves you alone. Of course, she doesn’t have to stand next to you the whole time. Fortunately, you find Wanda and Clint at the bar, so you join them rather than standing at the wall alone.

And the night goes great. You are having fun with a few of your co-workers who you can call friends too while they make sure you always have some drink in your hands. You look around the crowd from time to time, sometimes meeting with Natasha’s green eyes as she talks with partners and clients. Before you know, it’s already midnight, and you should go home before you do something you’ll regret tomorrow thanks to the alcohol you drank.

You say goodbye to the others, and you are ready to make your way to the exit when Natasha stops you by your wrist.

“Are you going already?” She asks.

“Yeah,” you nod. “It’s late.”

“Can I steal you before?” She replies, still holding your wrist. “I think you could help me with some documents.”

“Right now?” You shouldn’t even be surprised that Natasha Romanoff still works in the middle of the night at a party. “Sure,” you nod.

“Come in,” Natasha says more soberly.

You still feel dizzy because of the drinks. You want to press your cold hands to your face to cool down, but you are afraid it would be weird. So you stay motionless until the elevator stops at the right level and follow the woman in her office.

“It has to be here,” she murmurs, but you barely hear her. Your focus turns to the glass wall behind her desk. The view is beautiful. The world around you is dark, but the city is still bright and lively. Yellow dots are plastered around the buildings and streets, but their noise doesn’t reach you.

“You never saw it before?” Natasha asks you, and you almost jump from her closeness.

“No, I never stayed this late.”

“It’s beautiful,” she says, and you nod, still mesmerized.

She hums as an answer, circling her arms around your middle, freezing you into the spot.

“Nat?” You gasp out, voice high-pitched.

“I can drive you home if you want,” she begins. “But I can make amazing breakfasts if you are interested,” she adds more sultry.

You try to think it through despite the short circuit of your brain. You have had a crush on Natasha since the day you meet her at the job interview. She amazed you with her beauty and brain. On the other hand, she is your boss, and you don’t want to lose this job because of a one-night stand. But how many times will you get an offer like that from a woman like Natasha?

“If you think about your job, don’t,” she says. Her breath is on your neck. “We are professionals, no matter what happens, it doesn’t risk your job in the company.”

“Are you promise?” You reply, your back pressed to her front. A small smirk plays on her lips as she hears your question.

“You are too good at your job,” she says. “I wouldn’t risk losing you, no matter how much I want to be between your legs.”

At her words, you rub your thighs together. The redhead's arms tighten around you, hiding her face at the crook of your neck. She nibbles at the soft skin, going up to your ear until he bites onto your earlobe. A moan escapes from your parted lips, goosebumps run over your whole body. Her hands smooth down to your hips, then up to your breast. She cups you, massaging your flesh through the materials.

“I always wanted to do this,” she admits, almost giggling into your neck. “I can’t focus on anything when you wear those tight blouses.”

Her delicate fingers pet your arms until he reaches the shoulder part of your dress, pulling it down with one swift motion to your waist. She helps you free your arms, and here you are, almost half-naked in front of your boss. Natasha turns you around, still hugging you. As your gaze meets, she leans closer, attaching her plump lips with yours. She licks your lower lip until you part your mouth, letting her devour you. She dominates the kiss easily while you go putty in her arms. You can feel your bra became loose around you, falling on the ground.

“So pretty,” she muses, stepping back from you to look down on your tits. You jump a little when her thumb finds your nipple, scratching it whit her nails and pulling it between her fingers. “I always imagined them more pinkish,” she admits with a small smirk.

“Are you disappointed?” You ask her, jokingly. “And you imagined them?” You add, shocked.

“How could I be when you stand before me half-naked?” She replies, pulling you closer to herself for a kiss before she answers your second question. “I imagined them whenever I had to stay to work late,” she says. “I imagined you on my lap with your wet pussy on my thigh and your nipple in my mouth.”

“Oh,” you gasp breathlessly.

“I always had to touch myself at the thought of you naked.”

“I imagined you too,” you confess. Your voice is barely louder than a whisper, but the woman, mere centimeters away from you, hears every word.

“Tell me about it,” she commands, kissing and licking down on your neck.

“I imagined myself between your legs, licking your pussy,” you admit, and you can hear her breath quickening.

“We can do that later,” she nods, leaning down to lick your nipple, biting and sucking on the hard bud.

You are ready to dig your fingers into her hair to pull her closer if it’s possible when a loud knock on the door disturbs your dizzy mind. You froze for a second, looking at the red-haired woman in panic.

“Table,” she points at her desk, grabbing your bra from the floor. You do as she says. You crawl under the desk, taking your bra from her hand when she sits down before you. The place is tight, and you have to grab her legs to support yourself.

Your heart beats in your throat as you hear her and Tony Stark talking while you kneel between her legs with bare tits. You bite onto your lower lip, cringing at the trite situation, but you can’t help yourself. Pushing the middle part of her green dress out of the way, you became face to face with Natasha’s black thong-covered pussy.

You start it gently. You kiss the inside of her knee, caressing her calves. Skin is smooth and soft. She smells like soap, and as you move further and further up on her legs, her scent changes. Your boss smells mouthwatering, it’s a fact.

You nibble on her inner thigh, biting into the flesh until your nose almost touches the black material on her pussy. Natasha fidgets in her seat, trying to keep her calm composure while Stark talks about business.

“How about we meet for a coffee?” Natasha asks him when she feels your tongue licking her through the thong. She can feel your hot breath on her core.

You don’t notice Tony’s exit until Natasha pushes herself out from under the desk, and you almost fall onto your face.

“You are naughtier than I thought,” she says, licking her lips. She spreads her legs more, moving her hand on is pussy, touching herself in front of you. She looks like a goddess, and you are more than ready to worship her.

“Do you want this, baby?” She taunts, shoving the thin fabric away from her cunt. Her folds glisten with her wetness. “Taste it,” she orders, showing her shining fingers to you. You move immediately, taking her in your mouth, tasting her juices. Natasha thrusts her finger between your lips, encouraging you to lick her clean.

“Please, Nat,” you beg.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

“I want you,” you answer, crawling closer between her legs. “I want to taste your cunt until you cum on my face.”

She smirks at your words, placing her manicured hand at the back of your head to pull you closer until your breath fans over her core. You look up at her, burying your face between her legs. You play with her folds, teasing her hole before you move up to her clit. Natasha moans, keeping her gaze on you as you nibble and suck on her. Your mouth is filled with her sweet taste, keeping a tight grip on her thighs. You line up two of your finger to her hole, pushing into her slowly. With a small curve of your fingers, you find the spot you searched for.

“So good, Y/N,” Natasha moans, holding your head to her cunt. Her hips start to move, grounding herself on your face until she falls over the edge, cumming on you. You lick her clean, enjoying the shake of her body as you tease her some more. Natasha pants for a few seconds, trying to clear her mind before she takes your hands to pull you on her lap. She smirks up at you, placing her thigh between your legs, grinding you down on herself by your hips. You cup her face, kissing your boss feverishly. She can taste herself on you, sucking on your tongue while one of her hands moves under you to play with your clit as you ride her.

“Nat,” you gasp out her name. Your lips are mere inches away from each other.

“Cum, Y/N,” she whispers, circling on your sensitive bud more forcefully until you climax with a hoarse scream. The knot in your stomach lessens as you ride out your high with Natasha’s help. Slowly your hips stop, still sitting on her, kissing her lips.

“Come home with me?” She asks, pecking your lips. “I have more fantasies about you.”

“Come on,” you nod, standing up to adjust the dress on you. Your legs shake a little, but you can already feel yourself getting wet from just the thought of Natasha naked on a bed under you.