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barcaatthemoon · 2 months ago

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what u need || emily engstler x reader ||

You have Emily over while your roommate is out of town.

Emily was a bit of a cliche. You wondered if she had been this way in college. You couldn't help but imagine Emily toting around that stupid black backpack as she made personal visits to whatever girl she was hooking up with that week's dorm. Emily assured you that she wasn't like that, that she never had been and still wasn't, but you knew the truth.

You could see the way that Emily held herself. She knew her way around a bedroom in the way that only came with experience. You were far from the first girl that she had fucked around with, and you weren't going to judge her for it. You liked the swagger and confidence that came with Emily knowing that every single time she came over, you'd cum harder than anybody else could make you.

"What does your roommate do again?" Emily asked as she followed you back to your bedroom. The apartment was always empty whenever you invited her over. She teased you sometimes about pushing your roommate away, but you were just fortunate to live with someone who was away on business trips so often.

"She works for a design company, and while I think you're very sweet for asking, do you really care?" You turned on your heels and shot Emily a skeptical look. The blonde seemed unbothered, just rubbing the back of her neck. You bit your lip as your eyes trailed along the length of her neck. In just a few short seconds, you'd be in your bedroom and able to kiss all over Emily's neck.

Emily was as close to a stone top as you had ever been with. It wasn't that Emily was uncomfortable being naked around you, far from it actually. Emily loved the way you'd appreciate her body, but she just preferred to spend her time focusing on your pleasure. Occasionally, Emily would joke with you whenever you started to pout about not getting to fuck her that she didn't want you to get better than her. In your mind, the notion that you could come close to Emily's skill level was laughable, but she was far too competitive for that to be just a joke.

"Hey now, don't get an attitude with me so early. I want us to have a good night babygirl," Emily warned. You looked up at her with your best puppy dog eyes and a slight pout. Emily stepped towards you and cupped your cheeks. You tried to move forward for a kiss, but she stopped you. "Are you going to behave for me?"

"On my best behavior, scout's honor," you promised. Emily let out a small chuckle as she leaned down to kiss you. You kept yourself reserved, even if you wanted to see how much Emily would let you deepen the kiss. You loved kissing Emily, to the point where the very thought of it distracted you constantly.

Emily's lips were always so soft, just barely sweetened from her chapstick. The slight vanilla taste blended well with the sweetness from her coffee creamer that always lingered on her tongue. That was nothing compared to how quickly she could make you weak in the knees with just a couple flicks of her tongue inside of your mouth.

"Goddamn you look good," Emily muttered under her breath as she pulled your shirt over your head. Her backpack laid next to your bed, close by for whenever Emily was ready for its contents. For now, you were content to stand in her arms as she let her hands roam shamelessly all over your body.

Eventually, her hands settled on your breasts. You ran a hand through her hair as she leaned down to kiss across your chest. Emily's fingers teased your nipples, pinching just hard enough to make you squirm in her arms. Emily knew exactly what she was doing to you, and she'd teasing you until she could literally see the wet spot in your underwear.

"Em, please," you whined and whimpered. It was little to no use, the woman not giving you anything more than a knee to grind against. You felt pathetic squeezing your thighs together as Emily put all of her attention and focus on your breasts. "Em, please, I'll do anything."

"Anything?" Emily briefly backed away to gauge your reaction. Your skin was flushed, chest covered in hickeys. Emily had scratch marks on her shoulders, but she didn't seem to pay it any mind. She knew that you'd claw at her back even worse whenever she fucked you with her strap. Emily knew to expect that she'd come out of your bedroom looking like she got in a fight with a feral cat.

"Anything," you confirmed. At this, Emily scooped you up and practically threw you onto the bed. Your head was hanging off of the edge, nearly level with Emily's crotch. She hadn't worn the strap over, never assuming that you wanted it even though you always did.

"Give me a minute babygirl, and I'll be all yours," Emily said. You tried your best to seem polite and patient as Emily undressed herself. She left herself almost completely bare, putting the strap on over her underwear. She started to make a move for her sports bra before she looked down at you. "Do you want this on or off me?"

"Off," you told her. Emily nodded as she pulled it over her head. The movement was smooth, and you bit your lip as Emily made her way closer to you. She cradled your face in her hands as she guided your mouth to the tip of her strap.

Emily slowly thrusted her hips in and out, watching carefully as you started to breathe through your nose. Your hands came up to grip at Emily's hips, pulling her in closer when you were ready for it. Emily watched you for only a few seconds before she leaned over and placed her hand against your cunt.

"Keep breathing, you're okay. You can handle this baby," Emily cooed. You thought sucking Emily off like this was pretty hot, but her touching you was distracting to say the least. Your breath stuttered a few times, but Emily was always quick to guide you through it. She could see you absolutely glistening as she pulled your underwear off, and without hesitation moved to eat you out instead.

You tried to move to keep her in your mouth, but Emily changed the angle so that the best you could do was bury your face against her hip. Your hands grabbed at her thighs, squeezing and digging your nails in as Emily's mouth worked you into a frenzy. There wasn't a single coherent thought in your head as your pleasure took over completely.

"Shh baby, you have neighbors," Emily teased. She didn't make it easy for you to keep quiet at all. Emily didn't even wait for you to come down from your first orgasm before she was sliding the length of her strap inside of you. You felt her bottom out, sliding in effortlessly and like she was made to fuck you and only you.

"Em, oh my god!" you exclaimed loudly. Emily didn't say anything else about you staying quiet as your moans were just barely muffled by her body. Your teeth sunk into her shoulder and the side of her neck as she pounded into you. Emily hissed occasionally as your nails cut into her skin, but the pain only made her thrust even harder.

You glanced at Emily's hand by your head on the mattress and pulled it up to wrap around your throat. Emily's eyes widened, but she squeezed at the sides, not completely unaware of you liking this. Emily could tell that you were close, her eyes intently watching your face as every expression that came across it showed your complete pleasure.

"Fuck, I swear I can feel it," Emily whispered in your ear. Your body kept a tight hold, making her thrusts a little more shallow. You clenched around the dildo, holding it in place as you came once again. Emily stayed inside of you as she let herself fall onto your body. You felt comfortable like that, even as your body started to realize how stretched thin it felt.

"One more," you told her. Emily looked a bit surprised by your words. She didn't argue against what you wanted, always more than happy to spend more time in bed with you. What did surprise her was the way that you pushed her onto your back. Emily bit her lip as you straddled her. You didn't immediately sink down onto her strap, instead letting it rub through your folds and against your clit. "I want you to fuck me like I'm your personal fleshlight."

"Jesus Christ," Emily groaned. You placed her hands on your hips and let her move you how she wanted you. Once Emily was inside of you again, you leaned down and pressed your face into her chest. Emily let you kiss and suck at her breasts as she started to move your hips up and down. Her own thrusts matched the movements of her arms, and you were being fucked absolutely breathless faster than you could comprehend.

"Harder," you gasped. Emily's face scrunched up a little with concentration as she tried to do what you asked. You kept begging for more and more until both you and Emily were absolutely spent. Your arousal coated her thighs from where you had dripped onto her. Emily glanced over at you as you laid on your stomach against the comforter, still trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck, after that I kind of want more," Emily said as she smacked your ass. She grabbed a handful as she sat up. You flipped your head to look at her, a slightly exasperated look on your face. "Don't worry, I was just thinking out loud. I know that you're done for tonight."

"Well, I could alway-," Emily put her hand up to cut you off.

"Not tonight, if I'm being honest, I've already cum," Emily admitted. She rubbed the back of her neck, always acting ashamed when she'd cum while fucking you as if you didn't think that was the hottest thing in the world. "Just relax for me, I gotta clean you up before I go."

"Stay, you know damn well I'm not letting you run off after that. You already said you're still horny, I can't have you finding another cute girl," you said. Emily let out a little puff of air as she got wipes out of her backpack. You could tell that she wanted to tell you that there were no other girls as she cleaned you up, but instead, she kept quiet. The fact that you always clung to her after made her feel good about herself, and she just wanted to find a way to make you feel that secure with her too.

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the-boy-meets-evil · 1 year ago

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you're mine | c.sc

you thought you had finally gotten the upper hand on seungcheol. you were wrong. pairing: idol!seungcheol x fem!reader genre: idol!au | smut, pwp rating: explicit | minors DNI warnings: this is mostly just smut so take that how you will, reader is kinda bratty, scoups is possessive, slight dom undertones (? idk i don't usually write this), swearing, kissing, biting, marking, restraints, sensory deprivation (blindfold), fingering, brief mention of a hand job, slight nipple play, use of a pet name (baby, pretty girl), oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal penetration, protected sex, i think that's it but let me know if i missed anything word count: ~3.5k

a/n: idk what to say, this kind of got away from me lol. credit/blame to @seungkwansphd for putting the idea in my head and scoups for whatever bullshit he was on in macao. it was supposed to be a drabble and this isn't what i'd normally write so go easy on me. unbeta'd and mostly unedited. thank you to my baby @playmetheclassics / @classicscreations for the last minute banner and divider!

You’ve never been much of a brat with anyone else. It just isn’t something that crossed your mind. Why would you want to rile someone up on purpose? Why would you want to get under their skin just to see their response? Why would you want to do the opposite of what they asked? So no, it hasn’t crossed your mind.

Until Seungcheol.

Until you met the man that made you want to cause problems. The man that made you discover a lot of things you didn’t know about yourself. The man that had you from the moment he told you that he was going to go easy on you. You didn’t realize then, but you were fucked. Talk about being in over your head.

He really did start easy, in hindsight. And he let you get away with things you didn’t even realize. Thought you had the upper hand, actually. How many ways can one person be wrong? You don’t have the answer beyond knowing it’s a lot.

You love the moments that Seungcheol lets you think you’re in control. You know now that’s all it is. Pretend. He’s always the one actually pulling the strings. And you’re always the one trying to press his buttons, press your luck, gain some ground.

Today’s test? You want to mark him up. You want to leave your claim on him, but you know you can’t make it obvious. Don’t feel like you can push his buttons quite that hard. So even though you want to mark up his neck, you settle for his chest. You keep telling him that it’s getting too big anyway. Just who is he trying to impress?

Seungcheol is lying in your bed, one arm tucked behind his head and eyes closed. You know he’s not asleep, though, know he’s just enjoying a minute of peace before he has to leave and return to the chaos. And you know now is the best time because he really does have to go soon. It’s the best time to be able to get him and win, even if just for a moment, because there’s a lot of things he’ll do. A lot of things you still haven’t learned. But he’ll never be late. Never miss a schedule or leave his members waiting.

So you adjust your position under the premise of stretching, not really sure if he buys the act but also not really caring. You push yourself up and quickly swing a leg over his thighs, feel them clench under you quickly as you’re settling on top of them.

“And just who are you working out for?” you challenge, quirking an eyebrow.

“I don’t hear you complaining,” is his only answer as he opens his eyes to look up at you.

“Maybe I don’t want everyone else to see how good you look,” you pout.

“Maybe you should behave yourself then,” he retorts and you huff.

“I’m pretty sure you prefer it when I don’t,” you say.

You lean forward to kiss him before he can answer, lips meeting softly as his hands move up your thighs to grip your hips. He’s anchoring you to him and you know he’s mentally counting how much time he actually has. But you don’t want to give him that chance, don’t want to give up the tiny bit of control this position and the element of surprise have given you. You get the smallest bit of satisfaction when you break the kiss and he follows your lips. It’s not the time to get distracted, though, not now. So you kiss down his neck, suck just enough to earn a hiss out of him without it being enough to leave a mark. Not there at least.

When you get to his chest, the muscles in his thighs tighten again. On purpose, you think, to distract you. It’s hard to ignore too, especially when his hands grip your hips harder. When you can tell he’s trying to throw you off.

“Baby,” he whines and you know that whine, know that it’s designed to distract.

All you do is hum against his chest as you continue to kiss across it and down his stomach. His moans are low, the kind that really get to you. The kind where you know he’s enjoying himself even if he’s not fully in control. You kiss back up to his chest and can feel his breaths as you go.

“What are you going to do now, baby?” he asks. You hear the confidence in his voice. The confidence that usually makes you stutter.

Not today, though. You suddenly suck the skin of his chest into your mouth. Seunghcheol hisses in the most satisfying way at the combination of pleasure and pain. His fingers dig into your skin where they hold you in place, making you hum into his skin. It just makes you keep going, managing to suck two marks into his skin before his alarm goes off.

Without needing to be told, you slide off of him and allow him to get out of the bed. You know he doesn’t want to leave, but you know he’ll be back. Know that he’s got to keep to his schedule or he won’t be able to come over at all. After he’s pulled his shirt back on and gathered his things, he comes to stand in front of where you’re sitting at the edge of the bed. His kiss is soft, at odds with yours from moments ago.

“Listen carefully,” he whispers into your ear in that low voice. “I expect you to be waiting in bed when I text you that I’m headed back.”

“Is that so?” you challenge.

“Yes, pretty girl,” he says.

“And if I’m not?” you press.

“You’ll find out,” he answers.

That alone sends a shiver down your spine. You always want him to come back, never feel like you’ve had quite enough, but this is something even more. You’re looking forward to it.

The text comes a little later than you’re expecting saying that he’s on his way back over. And it comes without an apology for the lateness (though Jeonghan had texted you earlier to let you know things were running long). No, this text just comes with a reminder that expects you to be waiting for him in bed. He’ll let himself in.

It gives you too good of a chance, one you don’t want to pass up. He’s expecting you to listen, especially after you marked him earlier. But you’ve been waiting for this. And you’re not going to listen.

Ten minutes later, you hear the key turn in the lock and you sit further back into the couch wearing only one of his t-shirts he’s left behind and underwear. Maybe you’ll get to see a little of his control slipping.

His eyes are on you the second he’s through the door, narrowing at the open defiance. Seungcheol is serious as he regards you sitting there. It’s like he’s waiting for you to break first and confident you will. It makes you fidget a little in your seat, which seems to be enough for him.

“I asked you to be waiting in bed,” he says.

“I know,” you respond without missing a beat. “I guess I’m not so good at following directions.”

“And what do you think I should do?” He’s more so asking himself the question than you.

“Whatever you want,” you answer anyway. He raises an eyebrow.

“Careful what you ask for, pretty girl,” he warns.

“I think I can handle it.” It comes out just as bold as you mean for it to.

“We’ll see about that,” he says without missing a beat. “Follow me.”

Every part of you wants to protest, wants to keep pushing him further to see what happens. But your curiosity is also piqued and you really want to see what it is that he’s planning now. That must be why you let the intrusive thought win and follow him back into your bedroom where you find him already reaching into the drawer of your nightstand. The same drawer that he filled so you were always ready.

“Are you going to behave now and get on the bed like I asked?” Seungcheol asks with his back still to you.

“I’m not sure,” you say and smirk at the way it makes him turn around.

“Oh you’re not?” he asks.

“What’s in it for me if I start listening? Who’s going to rile you up?” you fire back at him.

“You like seeing me riled up,” he notes.

“Of course I do,” you offer.

He closes the space between you in a matter of steps and crushes his lips against yours to prevent another retort. The surprise gives way to desire as you wind your arms around his neck. You’re not even that surprised when he grabs you and lifts you up to deposit you onto the bed, despite the gasp that falls from your lips. He puts a knee between your legs and kisses you hard again before he breaks the kiss to pull off your shirt. You reach to remove your underwear and he stops your hands.

“Leave those,” he says before getting off the bed.

His back is to you again as he looks for something in the drawer. You have to squeeze your legs together when he turns back to you with silk scarves in his hands. But then he’s silently asking your permission before attaching each wrist to the headboard and you’re nodding even as you’re squirming. It’s not until you realize he’s still got something in his hands that you remember he promised you’d find out what happens when you don’t listen.

“What’s that for, Cheol?” you ask as he straddles your lap.

“I told you that you’d find out,” he answers and leans forward so his lips are nearly on your ear. “You don’t get to see what I’m doing. Just remember the word to use if it’s too much.”

That makes you swallow hard. You’ve talked about sensory deprivation and explored it a little, but you’ve never been blindfolded from the start. And part of you thinks that he’s going to leave this on you the entire time. A reminder of who’s actually calling the shots. He’s still gentle when he secures it behind your head, so careful that he doesn’t get any of your hair caught. You blink your eyes when it’s in place without it making much of a difference. You’re not totally blinded, but you might as well be. You can barely make out a shadow.

The next thing you’re aware of is Seungcheol’s lips against your neck, carefully trailing kisses that make you want to press into him. His thumb brushes across your nipple and you whimper, earning a chuckle out of him. Not being able to see is making everything feel a lot bigger. Just making it feel a lot more. There’s no knowing where his hands or mouth will be next and it’s turning you on. Making you want everything all at once.

Seunghcheol drags your nipple between his teeth and you arch into him, careful not to pull too hard against the restraints. The hand he runs down your side as he continues to tease your nipple should tickle, would under any other circumstances. It doesn’t this time, though.

“Are you going to listen to me next time?” he murmurs against your skin.

“I don’t know,” you manage between a moan. Your nipples are so sensitive.

“What was that?” he asks before he returns to kissing along the underside of your breast while his hand massages the other.

“I said I don’t know,” you repeat, fighting against the answer he wants.

“I guess the blindfold stays on,” he muses.

With that, he works his way down your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses mixed with goosebumps from the warmth of his breath. Part of you wants to anticipate his moves and you open your legs, just slightly. He chuckles so quietly that you think usually you wouldn’t hear it. Except now everything sounds louder. You feel him remove his lips from your body, feel the bed shift from him moving somehow, and then feel his lips make contact with your skin again. But he’s kissing down from your knee, completely avoiding the place you want him the most. Even your moans and squirming do nothing to make him move on from kissing along your calf.

“Please baby,” you beg.

“Please what?” he asks, smirk clear in his voice.

“I need you,” you answer.

“Do you?” is all he asks

“Yes, Seungcheol, please,” you whine.

“Are you going to listen next time?” he wonders. He runs a finger up your inner thigh, stopping just shy of the material separating you from what you need most.

“Cheol,” you plead.

“Are you?” he repeats. This time he moves your underwear to the side and runs a single finger between your folds. It’s over entirely too fast. “So wet.”

“Fuck, yes Cheol, whatever you want, I just fucking need you,” you beg again.

His answer comes in the form of pulling your underwear down swiftly, leaving you naked before him. He runs his finger along your folds again, collecting some of the wetness there. You’re so hyper aware of him that you’re moaning from the barest touch, moaning when you feel his fingers pull away again. But then you feel him move around you and he licks into you without warning, spreading your folds with his fingers to get his tongue deeper.

“Fuck, baby, fuuuuck,” you yell.

You want to have your hands in his stupid blond hair, the hair he knew was going to drive you crazy. Want to hold his face between your thighs. So you lightly squeeze your thighs together instead and he moans into your cunt. It’s annoying, actually, how good he’s always been at going down on you because just the thought of it makes you agree to damn near anything.

Everything just feels that much more intense. Usually you love the sight of Seungcheol between your legs. Love to watch the way his head moves, love to see the way his hair falls, love the way the muscles move. Still do. But damn there’s something about not knowing what’s coming that’s making it that much hotter.

Seconds later his mouth moves up your clit and your back arches into his mouth again. He follows it by sliding a finger inside you and you really think you see stars. Hearing the way he moans into you along with the way his fingers move is almost too much. You don’t need to see anything, he’s setting your entire body on fire. When he slides a second finger in and hooks them to hit you just right, you scream out again.

He pulls his mouth away. “Oh, do you like that?”

“Fuuuuu- oh my god Cheol, yes yes,” you manage.

“Who fucks you the best, baby?” Seungcheol asks. “Hm? Who does this pussy belong to?”

It’s honestly into cocky territory and you don’t care. Didn’t realize it was this much of a turn on for him to be possessive over you like this. Didn’t realize how much you wanted to be his, even if it’s confined to these four walls.

“I’m waiting,” he says, stilling his fingers inside you.

“It’s yours, Cheol, I’m yours,” you whimper.

His fingers start moving again and he doesn’t answer until you feel his mouth on yours, taste yourself on his tongue. He’s catching every moan with his mouth, pushing you to let go, urging you forward. Part of you wants to pull away, knows that he must feel you clenching around his fingers, but doesn’t move his lips from yours. Catches the screams you want to let loose and guides you as you come around his fingers.

Your breathing is still coming back to normal as you feel Seungcheol untying your wrists, massaging each one as he does so. The last thing he does is remove the scarf covering your eyes and you blink even at the low light in the bedroom. His gaze is soft but confident. He knows how hard he just made you come, yet still wants to make sure you’re okay.

“Can we do that again some time?” you wonder and he chuckles.

“I guess it wasn’t a punishment,” he notes.

“Oh no, I’ve definitely learned my lesson,” you tease and he rolls his eyes but there’s nothing behind it.

“Hm,” is all he says.

He’s sitting up on the bed next to you, one hand lightly stroking his cock. You’re not sure when he took off his clothes but just getting you off clearly turned him on. Without even thinking about it, you’re moving to straddle his thighs. His eyes watch you intently as you spit into your hand and move his aside. Your strokes are slow and he lets his head fall back, eyes closing. It’s not often that he lets you set the pace like this, so you’re going to enjoy it while you can. When you run your thumb over the tip, you watch the way the muscles in his stomach contract. And you know his patience is wearing out.

“Enough,” he says and reaches over to the nightstand for a condom. He’s ripping it open with his teeth and then rolling it on the next second.

Seungcheol reaches out to pull you toward him and you realize he’s not planning on moving. No, he’s planning on you riding him. Which is fine by you since you already went this long without being able to see him. You try to lower yourself down slowly because he’s big and as many times as you’ve fucked him, you’re still never quite ready. But he has other plans and pulls you down in one motion.

“Fuck,” you draw out.

“I don’t wanna wait anymore,” he says in that low voice that shoots straight to your core.

You’re not sure which of you moves first with his hands guiding you as you fuck yourself on him. One of his hands slides up your back and into your hair, pulling it so you arch into him. The new angle has a string of words mixed with moans flying out of your mouth. And it makes it easier for him to pull your nipple between his teeth again. Except this time he doesn’t focus on your nipple. This time he moves to the skin at the side of your breast, sucking hard. Much harder than you sucked earlier. Definitely hard enough to leave a mark. Fucker.

That thought flies out when he snaps his hips into you suddenly, quickening the pace and angling so he’s hitting exactly where you need him too. Each thrust stretches you out and brings you closer to another orgasm. You don’t even register that you’re sensitive from the first. Seungcheol pulls at your hair again and focuses on your exposed neck, a constant contrast of pain and pleasure. He kisses up and down the base before he lands at your pulse point right below your jaw.

“Cheol fuck,” you yell as he sucks another mark into your skin. Another mark reminding you that you’re his.

“Are you close, baby?” he asks when he finishes marking you. “Gonna come for me again?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, I’m so close,” you whine out.

Seungcheol removes his hand from your hair to put both hands on your hips, anchoring you in place while he takes over thrusting into you. You know he must be close too with the way his brow furrows and the way he stutters.

“Fuck baby, come for me, I want to feel you come,” he urges.

It’s all you need and you’re releasing again, a string of fucks leaving your lips as he comes right after you. You try to carefully move through his release before collapsing down on his lap with him still inside you. You lean your head forward onto his shoulder to try and steady your breaths. He kisses lightly along your shoulder, hands trailing absently across your skin.

You like every version of Seungcheol, but you think this version, in the immediate aftermath of fucking him, might be your favorite. The contrast of how soft his touches are does things to your heart that you’re not entirely sure you want to admit. Not to yourself at least.

After another long moment, you gently pull yourself off him and flop back onto your side of the bed. You feel, rather than see, him get off the bed and assume he’s walking off to the bathroom. When he returns with a washcloth a minute later, you’re running your fingers absently along the mark you’re sure he left below your jaw.

“Just in case you forget,” he says before he runs the wet cloth along your skin.

“Forget what?” you question.

“That you’re my girl,” he says. “You can try to be cute and mark my chest or be friends with my members like Jeonghan. But you’re mine.”

“Yes sir,” you say and appreciate the way his eyes darken. Maybe he’s not done with you for the night yet.

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sewinrat · 5 months ago

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What if the reader is Randal's twin sister that is always calm and quiet but yet more intimidating than the rest of the ivory household and is always abusing or scaring Sebastian?

It's just something I made up in my head! 😭

Only if you have the chance to do so, of course!

Hey I know I disappeared but I'm going to break my own rule to give you all content

*Reader implied to be female. Also this will not be a fic, just those headcanons thingy

Being Randal's More Intimidating Twin Sister;

Goodness, Randal would never have a boring day if he decides to watch your torture sessions daily

He definitely doesn't like how quiet you are but Nyen and Nyon are the same and he doesn't have a not-fun day watching them so he lets it be. But he's definitely forcing you everywhere with him. You are his twin after all and two is better than one as the humans say!

Clothing wise I'd say a Japanese school girl outfit with blazer and wearing gloves to match Randal's outfit. Honestly it doesn't matter what you want to wear as long as the colour is inverted of Randal's. White outfit and black gloves. You wear glasses but most often contact lenses. The feeling of them intrigued you but glasses are also usually a hindrance in your day to day activities.

The day when Luther gifted the both of you a human pet, you are ecstatic. Your face doesn't show but Randal knows and he's ecstatic as electric as well. Both of you have the dynamic of Maud and Pinkie that's why he can tell. The day after that is the day Sebastian the human pet learns true fear.

You are unnerving and rightfully so. Especially when you keep chasing after him with those garden shears. If Randal has scissors, you have bigger scissors. You like to snip snip Sebastian's body parts. Hair, legs, hand, you get the point. You won't necessarily kill him on purpose, only by accident but Luther will stop you when Sebastian's at the brink of death. Which he wished for more than escaping after weeks upon weeks of torture. Too bad Randal is enjoying this too much which encourages your behaviour.

More often than not, Luther had to tell you to clean up your mess after you finish your fun activity. He doesn't encourage it but he doesn't stop you as well because in his words, who is he to stop his little sister discovering her hobbies and enjoying them.

Two peas in a pod the both of you. It doesn't matter how different you both are, you're still twins. If anyone knows anything about twins, is that somehow they have a deeper bond than with anyone else around them. If you mess with one of them, you have to deal with the other or together if you wanna get messy.

Nyen won't say it out loud obviously but he much prefers you over Randal if we're talking about violence and perfect fit to be the next heir if it ever comes to that. I mean obviously because we're speaking the American cat here. If he's 'lucky', you might spar him one on one. Nyon on the other hand definitely avoids you like the plague. Not a fighter and definitely does not want to be your next experiment but too bad for him, you're still above him in ranks.

Satoru won't favour you more than Randal but he'll definitely ask for your help to make him 'real' to which you happily complied. Remember that spider girl in Vol.2 and Avalona Mercury? Yeah they're your besties. Don't ask how but they just naturally are. Unless you're someone who seeks to pursue a relationship with one of them which I guess go off. No one really cares.

Known as well as the ratmen's worst nightmare. They wish to never come across you ever or else they're better off as a taxidermy head on top of a fireplace. Even if there's a slight chance they'll be let off uninjured, there's a high chance they'll end up getting owned or dead.

Wednesday Addams kinnie I just realised but hey maybe that's what you wanted.

Randal would definitely dragged you into his own mess by making you dress up as him and take the blame. Sometimes you let him do whatever he wants, other times he ends up bloodied.

Ranfren Characters thoughts on You(ooc);

Randal: "You've met my twin?! Oo! Oo! How are they?! Did you have fun with her?! She's really fun to play with especially with those shears of hers!" Excited to rant about his twin. Get comfortable or not because he can go on and on and on.

Luther: "Ah yes. She's quite a delight isn't she? I just wish she wouldn't leave such a bloody mess everywhere and anywhere she wants but oh well~ I can't stop her from enjoying what she loves doing." Dismissive yet acknowledged. Just don't get blood on the new carpet or curtains and you're good like you're avoiding angering your mother too much but brother instead.

Nyen: "Would love to fight against once. With her next in line, everything will definitely turn for the worst but it'll be very fun." Nothing else to say except he gives more respects to you than to Randal but won't admit it.

Nyon: Like I said, avoids you like the plague. It got to the point where he can't come up with an opinion on you because his mind goes automatically to 'avoid her alert'. That's not to say he hates you, he could never hate his master's family, he just rather not be under your torture sessions.

Sebastian: "Please don't tell me she's behind me." Shivering scared little thing. He likes his limbs to be intact 24/7 of course so even by the mention of you have his thoughts rapidly flashed the flight or fight instinct. But it's only flight no fight. He's not that bold.

Bonus! Tsukada Satoru: "Randal's twin is nice. She helps me when I needed her most especially when it comes to hurting. Glad to see her interacting well with those two." He's too much focused on Randal to care but since you're Randal's other half, his literal twin, he has to care enough about you.

#quite literally having an exam rn #ranfren #ranfren x reader #x reader #randal’s friends #randal ivory #nyen #ranfren randal #sincerely sewer rat

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a-not-so-clean-blog · 1 year ago

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Nu carnival x top amab werewolf reader

Warnings: language, monster fucking, knot, stomach bulge, cum

Yakumo

You can not knot him the first time you fuck! Yes he loves all of you, but you will rip the poor boy in half! He really wants to take all of you to show how much he loves you. He's scared at first because of your size but after you help him relax it's okay. After you both finish it doesn't matter if you are tied or not, he will fall asleep snuggled into your fur. You're always cautious about not hurting him with your teeth or claws and he's always grateful for your gentleness.

Edmond

I've said it before and I'll say it again. He. Was. Born. To. Bottom. It takes a little effort to fit your fat knot in his tight hole but once you do it stretches perfectly to fit you. He's so full and his little whimpers are like music to your beastly ears. He says he prefers sex in your human form but you can smell how much more excited he is when you shift. Little liars get fucked a little harder.

Olivine

Please knot him. Please he wants you to fill his ass so bad. The slight pain from your knot stretching his ass to the limit makes him see stars! He goes dumb on your dick it feels so good. He loves you no matter what form but he will beg you to let him take your knot. He loves the full feeling of being knotted and resting against you. Use your sharp claws to pull at his chains or pinch his nipples when he's trying to catch his breath. He'll cum a few times before you deflate.

Quincy

Oh sweet sweet primal fucking! You two play fight to see who will top (his idea) if he wins he will fuck your sweet ass in either form, if you win though you have to take him in whatever form won. So far only your wolf form has been strong enough to take him. It won't end until both of you are covered in bite marks and scratches, and he is properly filled with your knot and cum. Be rough he can take it, just know he's going to be rough back.

Kuya

Just so you know he has made a dildo copy of your knotted dick. He uses it when you aren't around (and he misses you). Pray you don't find it because this sly fox will use it on you instead. He'll have you fuck him with your own knot in your ass. Just because you are fucking him doesn't mean he won't still target your weak spots. He will rub the base of your tail or nip your ears, anywhere that will excite you further. Wreck him. He deserves it.

Blade

He does not see the difference between you and a normal person. He does however feel the difference when you fuck his synthetic brains out with your giant knotted dick. Fuck you make him feel so good darling. Be thankful your werewolf form has more stamina because he can go for a long time.

Garu

He's so small compared to your wolf form. You can see his stomach bulge a little after you knot and fill his ass with cum. Thankfully being a wolf as well he is built for this. He takes your knot so well like the good boy he is! Praise him, pet him, and fuck him good.

Karu

He tries to make a deal like “I'll take your knot if you take mine”. After you fuck him really good that deal kind of goes out the window. His knot is not as big as yours because of his humanoid body. It was something he was self conscious about before, but now he doesn't care because you feel so good in his ass.

Dante

Given his beast tamer status everyone expects him to top no matter what form you are in… but that's not always true. He has let you top only a few times and when he does its amazing. He lets you leave your marks all over his body as they mix with his tattoos. The only thing he hasn't let you do is knot him. He's always worried about danger coming from the dead zone and can't take the risk of being stuck on your knot if anything were to happen. Maybe one day he'll let you fill his ass properly, but not yet. He wants your knot but can't justify the risk.

Rei

Fuck him up. He talks a lot of shit and the best way to shut him up is to replace his words with moans. Honestly I can't tell if he antagonizes you just for the fun of it or because he wants you to fuck him rough. Whatever it is he's into it. He knows you're still human but he's got a thing for you going a little primal and acting on instinct. When you stop using your brain it makes him feel more comfortable not using his.

Eiden

Well this is definitely new for him. In his world you are a fantasy and one he is so excited to try! His mouth is watering the minute he sees you excited. He will take your big werewolf dick any way he can. Oral, anal, hand job, any way he can think of. Of course anal is his favorite but he has to at least try everything once. It was difficult for him at first to fit all of you in his ass but Eiden is nothing if not determined. Either way he loves sex with you, whether in human or werewolf form.

Aster

Who says werewolves and vampires have to fight? Sometimes they fuck instead. His bites are so much more sensitive when you are in wolf form and he takes full advantage of that. He doesn't prefer to be knotted mostly because he doesn't like feeling stuck. He will let you occasionally but you have to really get on his good side first. A little bribery goes a long way when you have puppy eyes.

Morvay

Yup he's great right now. He loves both your forms but goes feral when you dick him down in your wolf form! He will happily sit impaled on your knot for hours. Whenever the knot shrinks he will moan the dirtiest things in your ear to keep you hard. You make so much werewolf cum that he should be full for days but he's always wanting more.

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ihavemanyhusbands · 1 year ago

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The Black Kaiser's Nightmare

Duncan Vizla x Assassin!FemReader

A/N: Shout out to beelmons and G for their endless support and help with my fics <3 :') where would I be without y'all?

Summary: You run into your long-time nemesis in the last place you ever expected, but things take a turn for the worst when you find yourself stuck with him during a snowstorm.

WC: 7.2k words

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), enemies to lovers speedrun into the bed, mentions and depictions of violence, fighting, accidental assassination of a third party, some serious bickering, abundant cursing, rough sex (unprotected, don't do it at home!), choking, very light knifeplay, dirty talk, slight degradation mixed with some praise, rampant sexual tension, ooey gooey lovesick fools who are just SO SO STUBBORN, I think that's it but lmk if I missed anything!

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Triple Oak, Montana.

It’d been a while since you’d last found yourself in such a quaint little town, especially in the middle of winter, but you supposed you’d been in way worse places. It was barely even on the map, which made it a convenient place to lay low.

You didn’t have to worry about interacting with many people, and you sure as hell didn’t think you’d encounter anyone you knew. At least for the time being, you felt like you could relax just a little bit while you made plans.

In a few more days, you’d continue driving north and cross the Canadian border into Saskatchewan, where you were meant to carry out your next assignment. Your target was a skeevy arms dealer that had to move his whole operation out of Serbia and was now shacked up somewhere in the vast prairies.

You’d been tracking his activity for some time, slowly narrowing down the list of possible locations. You’d also scored some insider information about a big upcoming transaction with a terrorist cell, and your goal was to get to him before the sale was finalized.

Successfully eliminating him would pay handsomely, and you were already planning on a months-long vacation in which you’d go fully off the radar. Preferably somewhere by the beach, where you didn’t feel the constant threat of frostbite.

You pulled into a small gas station — the only one to be found in a long stretch of the highway between the town and more secluded cabins — and occupied one of the three measly pumps. There was only one other old pickup truck next to you, but the owner was nowhere to be seen.

You blew hot air into your hands as you walked into the convenience store, eager for some coffee despite how shitty it was.

“Hey Lou,” you said to the now familiar attendant, the little bell above the door ringing as you pushed in. “How’s it goin’?”

“Eh, slow, the usual,” he shrugged. “At least it’s decently warm in ‘ere. They say there’s gonna be a snowstorm over the weekend, starting tonight.”

“Shit, really?” You groaned, not only because you loathed the freezing temperatures, but because it would set you back by a few more days.

“Yup, perfect time to cozy up with the missus back at home.”

You poured yourself a large cup of black coffee and snapped the lid on top. On the way back to the register, you grabbed a couple of magazines and a pack of Ding-Dongs to eat on the road.

“Well, lucky you,” you said, putting everything on the counter. “I gotta find ways to keep myself busy and warm in case I lose power.”

As you spoke, the door to the restroom opened behind you and a tall, rugged-looking man stepped out. His eyes instinctively flickered between the two of you, even if he couldn’t see your face. He lingered close to the back, trying not to bring attention to himself.

“You sure you’ll be good all by yourself out there?” Lou asked. “Enough supplies and all?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself,” you said, fishing cash out of your wallet. “Give me thirty on number two, also.”

“You got it, tough gal.”

You chuckled as he rang you up, glancing outside. The man behind you tensed, gripped with the dread that came with sudden recognition. Your voice was one he knew well, the very same one he’d heard all seventeen times he’d almost died. Well, eighteen if he counted that one brief altercation in Belfast.

And that laugh… How many times had it been directed at him? Taunting him, teasing him, driving him utterly mad.

It was perhaps the only thing that stopped him from actually getting rid of you that one night you slept so soundly at some shoddy little hotel in Madrid. He’d watched your chest's steady rise and fall from his spot in the darkness, and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

And now he’d most likely have to pay for the consequences of his mercy.

Lou looked over your shoulder at him, but you didn’t immediately notice since you were absently flipping through one of the magazines.

“Need anything else, Duncan?” He offered. “Pack of Winstons?”

Your skin prickled at these two very familiar details, but you didn’t move, still staring down at the magazine without actually reading. It was probably a mere coincidence. Really, there had to be dozens of Duncans in the world that just so happened to smoke Winstons.

But then, a very particular smell reached your nose — cheap cologne you didn’t know the name of, with strikingly bitter notes that had flooded your nostrils when his hands were tightly wrapped around your neck.

You glanced up at the fisheye mirror above the register… and there he fucking was, in all his deadly glory. The Black Kaiser himself.

You couldn’t help an amused huff, especially after hearing the faintest rustle of a knife being unsheathed under his coat.

“Are you sure you want to stab me with that, old man?” You said slowly over your shoulder.

“Less impersonal than a gun. I owe you that much, don’t I?” he said with that deep, gravelly voice of his that always made a stubborn tingle form at the base of your spine.

Your hand just barely inched towards the hidden holster of your gun. “Oh, but you know I get a little crazy when the knives come out.”

Lou looked between the two of you, confusion and a tinge of fear in his eyes.

“Uh, you two know each oth—”

Before he could finish his sentence, you whirled around and shot Duncan’s head. He ducked, but not before hurling a large knife at you in return. You dove out of the way, hearing it whizz right past your ear, and it sank into Lou’s forehead with a wet thud. His body slumped behind the counter, blood spraying over the stuff you’d intended to buy.

“Hey!” You yelled from your hiding spot. “I didn’t even get my change back!”

“You’re not gonna need it anymore,” he said gruffly, his voice not too far from you. “But before that… want to tell me what the fuck you’re doing here?”

“I could ask you the same,” you said, glancing up at the fisheye mirror once more.

Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t get a very good look at where he was, but you couldn’t stay put. You slowly began to inch to the end of the aisle, staying low. “Let me guess, you missed me so much these last three years that you decided to hunt me down.”

He scoffed. “Three years was not nearly long enough time away from you.”

You dove around the corner to the next aisle, but he wasn’t there. You started pulling yourself forward, but suddenly you were flipped onto your back. You were about to whip your gun around, but it was harshly knocked out of your grasp, sliding against the linoleum. You thrashed against the weight that pressed down on you, but he pinned your hands down beside your head.

“Who sent you?” He asked.

“No one sent me, you paranoid geezer!” You sneered, driving your knee up full force right into his crotch. “Not everything’s about you.”

He growled at the pain, swaying to the side, his grip on your hands relaxing. You pushed him off of you, scrambling to get to your gun. Right as you managed to get a hold of it, he was on you again, pulling you back by the legs. You tried twisting around all the way, firing another shot semi-blindly. It narrowly missed his shoulder, shattering one of the windows.

“Can’t kill me without paralyzing me, eh, little Nightmare?” He taunted.

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

You swallowed a scream as he stepped on the hand you held your weapon with, his heavy boot cracking your wrist. Your fingers splayed involuntarily due to the pain, and he bent down to take the gun. He kept it pointed at you as he removed his boot from your wrist and grabbed your arm.

“You’re coming with me,” he stated, starting to pull you up.

“Like hell I am!” You spat, but you froze as you felt the barrel pressed against the back of your head.

“You were saying?”

He dragged you to your feet, leading you through the broken window, glass crunching under your boots. The wind seemed icier than it had been when you first arrived, which made you remember Lou’s warning about a snowstorm.

There was no way in hell you’d be stuck with him during it, so you’d have to find a way to weasel out of his grasp… and kill him in the process.

He led you towards his truck, but you pretended to trip at the last second, bending down and retrieving a knife you had hidden in your boot. You stabbed backward, aiming for his femoral artery, but he moved and the knife stabbed into his thigh muscle instead.

“Motherfucker,” he hissed through clenched teeth, but he didn’t let go of you, tightening his grip on your arm. He fired off a warning shot into the air, which made you flinch a little. “Try me again and I won’t hesitate to put the next bullet through your thick fucking skull. I only have so much patience.”

He shoved you into the passenger seat of the truck, managing to tie you up with the seatbelt. Your bound hands were still slick with his blood, and you smiled triumphantly at him as he slid into the driver’s seat, immediately peeling out of the gas station.

“This is what gets you hard, isn’t it?” you said, raising an eyebrow at him. “You’re kind of a sick fuck, old man… but I didn’t expect any better from you.”

He said nothing, instead momentarily glaring at you. He grunted as he pulled the knife out of his leg, tossing it out of the window. You grumbled about him owing you a knife, but he continued to ignore you. He drove mostly in silence, winding through the icy roads as he gripped his wounded leg with one hand.

So far, it had been one of your tamest encounters. Really, it had all sort of felt like a game, but neither of you had won quite yet. After all, a game such as this could not be left unfinished.

Usually, the circumstances were vastly different. Your respective agencies had assigned you the same target a couple of times, and it always turned into a competition on who would finish the job first. As it turned out, the two of you were very competitive.

You’d left plenty of souvenirs on each other every single time you crossed paths – broken bones, an assortment of scars, and bruises as dark as the midnight sky. You wondered vaguely how much more damage you might make by the end of the day.

Why neither of you had succeeded in killing each other was… a bit of a mystery. Maybe he saw something in you that reminded him of himself, or perhaps he was growing soft with age. He would never admit it, but he’d had plenty of fun in this deadly dance with you so far, and it seemed a shame to let it come to its conclusion so soon.

He’d have to do it though, after some thorough interrogation.

Soon enough, he pulled up a long gravel road hidden among the tall pine trees. In the clearing ahead, you saw what you supposed was his cabin. It was modestly sized and a little dilapidated, but at least it seemed to be sturdy enough to withstand harsh conditions.

“Nice place,” you said sarcastically. “I don’t suppose you have many visitors?”

“Rarely,” he said without looking at you. “I like the quiet. No one’s going to bother us here.”

“You mean no one’s gonna come running when you scream?”

He grunted, readjusting his position in his seat. You were mostly tied up at the arms so your legs had some room to move. Rookie mistake on his part, which you would definitely take advantage of.

Before he could pull up in front of the actual cabin, you leaned back and kicked at the steering wheel. The truck swerved to the right, throwing you against the window. He tried to correct it on time, slamming on the brakes, but the snow made it careen right into a tree.

It wasn’t a tremendous crash, but the windshield still broke, glass raining down on both of you. You were both disoriented for a moment from the whiplash, but then you began to untangle yourself from the seatbelt. You kicked at him when he tried to reach for you, but he managed to pin your legs down.

“Can’t you stay put for one fucking second!?” He growled, fully bracketing you between his sturdy legs as he freed you from the seatbelt.

You panted heavily, trying to thrash beneath him, but he only pressed his legs tighter against your sides. A small, high-pitched whine escaped your lips as you felt the air being squeezed out of you, and you stopped moving.

“Satis…fied?” You managed between gasps.

“Not nearly,” he said, grabbing a fistful of your hair as he pulled back. “Come here.”

He kept a firm grip on it as he dragged you out of the truck and towards the cabin. He wobbled a little with each step, his leg still bleeding some.

“I warned you about the knives,” you said. “Even if you didn’t let me finish having fun.”

He chuckled sardonically. “No, you’re mistaken. The fun is only just beginning.”

He led you inside and locked the door behind him, making you sit down on a rickety chair. He bound your hands and feet with duct tape, wrapping some of it around your torso and the back of the chair for good measure. You decided not to struggle for the time being and instead ponder on your next move, covertly glancing at your surroundings for anything useful.

When Duncan was sure you wouldn’t be able to bolt, he went to grab something from an adjacent room, returning with his version of a first aid kit and a bottle of vodka. He looked at you from the corner of his eye as he undid his pants and lowered them to his knees.

“I didn’t realize it was that kind of fun,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Still, your gaze was drawn to his crotch first before trailing further down to the injury you’d caused. Rolling his eyes, he plopped down on the bed, which creaked a little under his weight.

He took a long swig of vodka and then poured some on the bleeding gash, hissing through his teeth. Your expression of slight amusement didn’t change as he glanced at you once more, taking out a needle and thread.

“I have to be careful about infections, who knows where that knife of yours has been?” he said.

You merely watched as he began stitching himself up without so much as a grimace. His breathing was slow and steady as he concentrated, and you found yourself entranced by the precise movements of his hands.

An obscene thought about those hands wriggled into your mind, but you immediately pushed it away. It was all the more reason for you to get the hell out of there, especially now that his pants were down.

As he was finishing his stitches, you leaned forward onto your tiptoes and then threw yourself back as hard as you could. The chair broke apart under you, the force of the blow and the angle in which you fell spraining one of your wrists. The adrenaline made you barely register the pain, and you quickly wriggled out of the tape wrapped around you.

You pulled a Swiss army knife out of your boot and hastily sawed off the tape binding your ankles. He swore as you stood, lifting your arms and slamming them down to free your hands. You stumbled towards the front door and yanked it open.

Outside, the wind howled ferociously and a thick flurry of snow limited your vision of your surroundings. You felt the unforgiving cold slicing through you as you hesitated, knowing deep down that your chances of survival were very slim.

Still, you were reckless enough to try and brave it. You started towards the steps when you were yanked back once more, your back pinned against the wall and Duncan’s hand around your throat.

“You just don’t fucking learn, do you?” He growled.

“You only caught me because I hesitated, old man.”

His grip tightened a little in warning. “Didn’t anybody teach you never to hesitate?”

“There is a very fine line between foolishness and courage, you know…” The corners of your mouth twitched, an amused gleam in your eye. “I wonder how often you cross from one side to the other.”

He clenched his teeth and an absolutely devious, cheshire cat grin spread across your face. The mere sight of it made his blood boil with both rage and arousal, and he felt it flowing southward. Your back instinctually arched towards him, as if you could somehow sense the sudden influx of violent desire, and became infected by it.

You stared at each other for a charged moment before he suddenly fell upon you, intent on devouring you. His lips clashed with yours in a fierce kiss and you buried your fingers in his hair, tugging at it as you retaliated.

You bit his lower lip hard, making him groan into your mouth. You used this opportunity to slide your tongue against his, and he moved the hand that had been around your neck toward your jaw. Without thinking, you pressed harder against him, your fingers about to slide under the hem of his sweater.

He clasped your wrist to stop you, assuming you were reaching for some hidden weapon. You whimpered slightly, painfully reminded that it was in fact sprained. He pulled back to look at you, both of you panting heavily and still clutching each other tightly.

“I fear that line was blurred a long time ago, and I suspect it’s the same case with you,” He murmured.

His words broke through your daze and you immediately pushed him away from you, cradling your injured hand against your chest. A maelstrom of emotions roiled inside of you, predominantly confusion and a worrisome throb between your legs.

“And what now?” You asked, glancing out of the window. “It’s clear neither of us are going anywhere any time soon.”

“Now we weather the storm,” he said, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“No, seriously.”

“I am being serious.”

You huffed in annoyance, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I… can’t believe I’m asking this right now but, maybe we can… put the killing each other thing on hold for a few days?”

“So you were coming for me.”

“No! I wasn’t!” You threw your hands up exasperatedly. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business, but I have work further up north. This was just a pit stop.”

He assessed you for a moment, trying to find any clues that you were lying. You stood your ground, keeping your eyes on his face. He sniffed, leaning against the wall to get his weight off his injured leg.

“I’m fine with a temporary truce, but only if we both keep our weapons in plain sight at all times.”

“I am a weapon myself, big boy.”

“So am I. I suppose we’ll have to keep an eye on each other as well, then.”

“Fine,” you huffed, stomping to the couch and pulling it over to the kitchen. “I’ll stay on this side of the cabin, you can stay on the other side.”

“What!? This is my house!” He scoffed.

“Yeah, well, I’m being generous by letting you keep your bed. Not to mention, your life.”

He rolled his eyes, limping back over to his bed. “Whatever you say. Now, can I please fix my stitches in peace for one fucking second?”

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There was no sleep for the entirety of the first night.

The cabin creaked and groaned, straining against the disastrously strong wind. Your breaths fogged up in the air as you shivered under the thin blanket Duncan had given you. The cold seemed to seep into your very bones as if punishing you for your decisions. To distract yourself from the chill, you kept an eye on his prone form across the room, knowing well he wasn’t sleeping either.

When dawn broke, a thin grayish light filtered into the room. The storm raged on and all you wanted to do was doze off, but you were still on edge. You clenched your jaw to keep your teeth from chattering, irritated by a headache. Your mood didn’t get any better when Duncan rose from his bed, crossing towards the kitchen.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You inquired, not moving an inch.

He stopped in his tracks. “I’m hungry. Don’t you want to eat?”

Your stomach growled in answer and he lifted an eyebrow in slight amusement. You unwillingly threw the blanket off of you, getting up with an annoyed grunt.

“I’ll give you the food. Let’s see what you’ve got,” you said, rummaging through the cabinets.

“I could just show you…”

“No, stay on your side. Even better, why don’t you go sit back down on your bed?”

He followed orders, not really wanting to start quarreling with you so early in the morning. You finally found some oatmeal packets in one of the cupboards, and you took out a few and poured them into a pot along with some water. You left it to boil over the stove top, crossing your arms over your chest and turning to face him.

“How’s your leg doing, anyway?” You asked.

“Fine. Why do you care?”

“I really don’t.”

He chuckled. “Good thing you’re a better assassin than you are a liar.”

You sighed deeply. “Well, it is your house, I should at least have some manners.”

He scoffed, still amused. “We are way past manners. Our only courtesy to each other would be a painless death.”

“Oh, really? Painless?” You arched an eyebrow. “Did you forget Lisbon? And that grenade launcher you stole?”

“Okay, well, I wasn’t technically aiming at you. You just happened to be in the way,” He argued. “And it’s not like you haven’t given me the same sort of treatment…”

You shrugged one shoulder. “It’s only fair.”

The two of you lapsed into silence as you turned your attention back to the pot. Once the oatmeal was ready, you spooned it into two bowls and walked to the invisible line that divided the cabin in two.

He got up and met you there, reaching slowly for his bowl so as not to seem threatening. Not that you were viewing him that way, anyway. At least not in the clearly exhausted state he was in.

“Careful, it’s hot,” you said. “Need me to blow on it first?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, resisting the lure of your impish grin. He figured it was perhaps the more masochistic part of him that made him so drawn to you. Always pushing him, testing him, keeping him on the edge. He would never admit it to himself — much less to you — but it made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t for a really long time.

He muttered a quick thank you before heading back to his side of the room, plopping down on the bed and immediately digging in. If he burned his mouth, he showed no indication of it, but you still huffed in amusement.

When he was done, he said nothing as he lied down, his back to you once again. A little confused and wary, you watched him as you slowly ate. Soon enough, his breath evened out into a steady rhythm, and you assumed he’d fallen asleep.

You glanced over at the dining table, where the two of you had laid out all your weapons, and considered them for a long moment.

It seemed too easy to have such a window of opportunity. Normally, you’d have jumped at any such chance, but once more, you hesitated. Not out of any sort of newfound benevolence, but something deeper than that. Something that had been gnawing at you since the previous night.

In the end, you opted not to do anything. Surely, it was bound to be a mistake to not have killed him at that moment. But that would be a problem for another day, perhaps when the storm was over.

You sat down on the floor by the foot of the couch, back resting against the frame. Sleep deprivation was starting to hit you as well, and you knew that if you were to lay down you would certainly fall asleep. Instead, your eyes focused on the suspiciously peaceful sight of Duncan sleeping.

The longer you stared, the blurrier the lines seemed to get. Literally. His broad form was smudged into a single sphere, and without much thought about it, everything suddenly went black.

Until… Shit.

How long were you asleep?

It had been long since you’d last awakened to a man in front of you, let alone holding a knife to your face. The blade shone in your half-open eyes, reflecting the setting sun outside the window. You must have been unconscious for over two hours. Stupid, so very stupid.

You blinked the haze of sleep out of your eyes and followed the glint to his fingers, his forearm, up his broad chest and shoulders, until it finally landed on his face.

“So, the game ends at last, huh?” you muttered, your gaze not wavering from his.

“Could’ve ended long ago, but it didn’t,” he said, once again looking every bit the coldhearted killer he was. You could still see, however, the presence of doubt in his dark eyes. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

“I knew you weren’t actually sleeping…”

“Even so,” he pressed, straightening to his full, imposing height. “You didn’t even try. Why?”

You blinked, not really having an answer, not one that would satisfy him at least. What's more, you had a set of questions of your own, ones that would likely also have no answer.

The words slipped before you could even think about them. “Why did you kiss me?”

Silence hung between you like a heavy drape. You were cornered in more than one sense. Windows for precaution and escape had long since closed, maybe even since the moment you ran into him in that little gas station. And through hardships, you learned that if there’s no way back, the only way is forward.

The wound in his thigh didn’t seem to bother him as much anymore, so there was no way you could outrun him. You looked down to avoid his scrutiny and he used the back of his knife to force your chin back up.

He didn’t speak, but his eyes bore into yours, almost as if seeing through them into parts of you that were foreign even to yourself. The flat part of the blade trailed up to your cheek in what could be interpreted as a caress.

Your hand unconsciously intended to return the favor, running up his knee to his thigh, extra cautious around his wound. You noticed a change of pattern in his breathing, and so you looked down only to find one of the answers you sought — the print of his hardened cock cruelly imprisoned within his pants.

“Oh,” you breathed, surprised. Then again, when the reality of what you were looking at fully sank in. “Oh.”

Your hand moved on its own accord again, slowly slipping further up his thigh. Again, he tightly grabbed your wrist before your fingers reached their target, and you hissed in pain. He immediately let go, withdrawing the knife as well.

“Are you hurt?” He asked.

“A sprained wrist isn’t gonna kill me,” you said, keeping your hand on his leg to drive your point across. “Now that, on the other hand, has to be taken care of.”

“Taken care of, huh?” He rasped, his voice hoarse with want and self-directed anger because of it.

He raked a hand through your hair, gathering it in his first and pulling your head towards his crotch. He pressed your cheek against his bulge, his hips bucking ever so slightly.

“And how do you suppose that’s gonna happen?” He added.

“I have a few ideas if you’re open to them,” you panted, ignited in a way that almost fully consumed you.

His eyes searched your face for a moment, drinking you in as he searched for any indications of doubt, and then he whispered, “Are you sure?”

This time you didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

He saw the feverish gleam of hunger in your eyes as he pulled away and unbuckled his belt, pushing down his pants. The outline of his cock was even more prominent through his briefs and you couldn’t help a sharp intake of breath at the sheer size of him. He was still holding onto your hair, stepping closer and effectively cornering you against the couch.

You boldly started to reach for the hem of his briefs, but he said, “No. I want you to use your teeth.”

“Getting a little bold there, old man,” you said with a smirk, keeping your eyes on him as you dipped your head to plant a soft kiss on his thigh, right by his stitches.

He winced slightly at the contact, but you could see his cock throb against the fabric covering it. Your smirk only widened, “But I gotta admit I’m pretty impressed so far. Didn’t even have to slip a blue pill in your oatmeal.”

He gripped your jaw, clicking his tongue in disappointment. “I think you need more proof, actually. Allow me.”

With his free hand, he roughly tugged down his briefs and his cock finally sprang free — so thick and long and just fucking perfect — hitting his lower abdomen. The head of it glistened with precum, which he spread with his thumb. You shifted in your seat, biting your lip as saliva flooded your mouth.

“Open,” he ordered.

You immediately complied, wondering when the fuck you’d gotten so obedient. He gripped the base of it and fed it into your mouth slowly. You wrapped your lips around it, feeling it slide smoothly against your tongue.

A small groan escaped him, his head tipped back at the first rush of pleasure. You hummed a little in response and he felt the vibration of the sound against his shaft. His hips began to move again, shuttling his length deeper into your mouth, until you could feel the head of it reach your throat.

He let you steady yourself by placing your hands on his legs, his hand returning to the back of your head as it bobbed up and down. Then suddenly, when you’d reached the very base, he kept your head down. Your nose was against his pelvis, your deep, even breaths fanning against the fine hair that curled there.

Your nails dug into the flesh of his legs as you staved off your gag reflex as best as you could. Still, you couldn’t help but squirm a little, already pretty slick between your thighs.

He cursed under his breath as he let you come up for air, an obscene string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

"If I knew you were such a cock drunk slut, I would have dropped my pants much earlier just to shut you up,” he said with a smug grin, looking down at you.

“More bold words from someone who’s only gonna last this round. I’m gonna have to take care of myself after you’re done,” you taunted lightly, making him pull at your hair.

You kept eye contact with him as you stuck your tongue out and traced it over a large vein on the underside of his shaft. You left a trail of wet, sloppy kisses as you made your way back to the tip, and he lightly slapped it against your tongue a couple of times before pushing your head back down on it. His balls tightened momentarily as he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, and you knew he was enjoying himself much more than he let on.

"Well, if it's gonna be only one, might as well make good use of it, don't you think?" He said, pulling you off of him and making you stand up.

His lips were on yours in the next moment, just as desperate and hungry as the first kiss. He kicked his pants off the rest of the way and yanked your sweater off along with your thermal undershirt. He reached for your pants, but you slapped his hand away, extricating yourself from his lips to undo them yourself.

As soon as they were off, he turned you around and bent you over the back of the couch. There was a wet spot in your underwear that made him smirk, but he also couldn’t deny the way his cock throbbed at the sight.

“This is in the way…” he grunted, tugging at your bra strap.

Before you even registered what was happening, he brought the knife back out and sawed the bra off of you. You let out a gasp that was both surprised and indignant as he proceeded to rip your panties off with his bare hands, tossing the scraps of fabric aside.

“Hey! Those are the only ones I have here!” You huffed, glaring at him over your shoulder. “Unless you have a secret stash of women’s underwear, you seriously owe me.”

He nudged your knees apart with his leg. “I don’t think you’re going to need them while you’re here. You were already ruining them yourself, anyway.”

Before you could retort, you felt him push inside of you slowly, grabbing your hips as he let out a low moan.

“Fuck…” you sighed without thinking, leaning your elbows against the back of the couch.

“Yeah? Does that feel good?” He cooed condescendingly.

“In your drea–”

His hips snapped into yours harshly, interrupting you. You felt the heat of him against your back as he leaned over you, his breath fanning across the side of your face.

“If I were you, I’d be careful about lying again. I might just stop and leave you all drenched like this, with your hands tied behind your back so you couldn’t touch yourself.”

He felt you clench around him at that and his smirk turned victorious. He kissed and sucked at your shoulder and neck, making sure to leave plenty of marks. His thrusts were hard and deep at first, hips barely pulling back as his weight pinned you down.

You let out a sound that was a strange mix between a whimper and a gasp as he bit into the tender flesh of your shoulder, hard enough to leave teeth marks behind. The jolt of pain mixed with pleasure – not to mention the slight shame that came with the feeling of your arousal dripping down your inner thighs – only fueled the fire that was steadily growing within you.

Then, a little mindlessly, you pleaded, “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

He straightened immediately, readjusting himself to start pounding into you at a nearly punishing pace. You bit your bottom lip to try and keep quiet, but wanton sounds of pleasure escaped your throat despite your efforts. He was hitting a spot that made your head spin, tugging you backward onto his cock to meet his thrusts.

The lewd sound of flesh slapping together, along with your collective pants and groans, filled the room. He reached forward to grab your throat again, keeping you semi-upright as he continued to take you. In truth, he was focusing hard to stave off his release. He had plenty of stamina for his age, but the way your cunt took him so perfectly, as if molded just for him, was enough to have his balls tightening again.

But he would never hear the end of it.

Your legs began to shake a little as the coil in your belly tightened, threatening to snap. “I-I think I’m gonna cum, fuck…”

“Not yet,” he said firmly, immediately stopping his motions.

You cursed him under your breath, beyond frustrated. You pushed your hips back, intent on fucking yourself on him, but his firm grip stopped you. He landed a firm smack on your ass, making you involuntarily clench around him. He hissed, feeling the strong urge to give in and continue fucking you until you came all over his cock, but he kept his composure. He wanted to keep indulging you for as long as he could, still not fully believing he wasn’t just having a dirty dream.

“Do that again and I’ll rip your fucking head off,” you snarled as he pulled out, grabbing your arm and leading you toward the bed.

“I told you I was going to make it count.”

He tossed you onto your back on the bed, crawling on top of you and pushing your knees up to your shoulders. He positioned himself between your thighs and sank back into your cunt with no further preambles, his strong body covering yours once more.

His hands cradled your head as he began to move again, reaching impossibly deeper than before. You clawed at his biceps as he ground his pelvis against you, making your brain practically short-circuit.

“There we go… See? I knew you could take more,” he said, kissing the corner of your lips. “Are you scared I'll pull out again? You keep sucking me back in.”

Too dazed to form words, your lips chased his so he would kiss you properly. Your tongue trailed over his upper lip enticingly, and he opened his mouth so his tongue could meet yours. This kiss was deeper, less frantic, finally giving yourselves a chance to taste each other properly.

Soon you were clenching around him again, too distracted by your mounting pleasure to continue kissing him properly.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Duncan. Please, please, please, just like that,” you begged desperately, moaning as he moved to kiss your jaw.

“Yeah? You want me to fill you up, too?” He rasped against your skin. “Claim this needy cunt all for myself?”

You nodded eagerly, face contorting with ecstasy as you held onto him for dear life. Your muscles seized up as your climax washed over you, overpowering your senses. His hips stuttered as you cried out, your hot flesh molding into his like the deepest embrace.

He kissed you again as he felt his own release rippling over him, groaning into your mouth as he shuddered, unable to hold himself back any longer. He thrusted hard a few more times before remaining fully inside of you, and you felt heat flooding your cunt.

A whimper of slight overstimulation escaped you, but he soothed you with a whispered praise in your ear. You couldn’t help but smile beatifically, almost purring in content as he kept his cum inside of you.

As you both rode out your highs, your kisses turned lazy, almost tender, and even the way he held you felt different. Somehow, in some deep recess of your mind, it seemed right… and that scared you a little.

Still, you tried not to let it get to you then. Not as he leaned his sweaty forehead against yours, still panting, and said, “I think I tore my stitches.”

You chuckled. “You should probably take care of that, then.”

“In a minute…”

He disentangled himself from you, pulling out and sliding his body down between your legs. You tried to draw your thighs together, but he stopped you, planting a kiss on your mound.

He spread your lips with two fingers so he could see his cum trickling out of you, but then he pushed it back in with those same fingers, making your hips jerk slightly.

“T-this was a one time thing, you know,” you breathed, trying to sound firm.

He barely glanced up at you, seemingly unbothered. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

But only an hour or so later, you found yourself riding him on the couch. Then, he took you against the wall, over the kitchen counter, off the edge of the bed, and subsequently on the floor. He seemed intent on making sure you never questioned his endurance ever again.

Even throughout the night, you slept sporadically, pawing at each other whenever you stirred. Not many words were exchanged during this time, but that didn’t mean your mouths weren’t put to good use. As usual, you both wound up with bruises, bite marks, and scratches all over each other, but the intention behind them couldn’t be any more different.

The storm died sometime during the night, but instead of fleeing right away, you let him hold you until dawn broke. There were too many new questions floating about in your head, but you weren’t really sure you wanted the answer to any of them for the time being. Perhaps it was simply best to let what happened remain in the past and simply move on.

As quietly as you could, you got up from the bed, cleaned yourself up, and dressed. You sheathed your weapons, avoiding looking at him as you prepared to leave. When your hand was on the doorknob, his voice stopped you.

“You didn’t kill me again,” he said. “Should I take that as an indication that you like me?”

You looked over at him, frowning. “Absolutely not. I’m serious, this was the last time it’ll ever happen.”

“I’m not sure I can trust your word.”

You huffed, irritated. “Well, you’ll have to. I intend to keep it.”

You yanked the door open, about to stomp outside, but you heard the creak of the bed as he sat up.

“You know, I’m going to be in Portofino in a few months. I heard it’s beautiful there in the summer, and I figured I could use a vacation.”

“Are you trying to make yourself an easy target?”

“...Maybe.”

“And if I decide not to hunt you down?”

He raised an eyebrow. “If?”

You grimaced. “All I’m saying is don’t get your hopes up. I’m a very busy gal, I don’t have time to play cat and mouse with you.”

“And who’s who in that analogy, hm?”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. “Goodbye, Duncan. Truce is over, do you hear me?”

“I’ll see you in Portofino. Make sure you bring sunscreen.”

The door slammed shut behind you.

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Part 2 out now!

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slimewares · 4 months ago

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actually still thinking about the idea I had while high the other night about like contagious pregnancy and the idea that it could change anyone's body, regardless of sex, into being able to both be pregnant and get others pregnant (holy fuck this turned out way longer than I expected so, uh putting it under the thing)

[and btw while personally I did have kinda like an alien-ish sex parasite thing in mind, you also could just read it as just a fantastical multiples/rapid pregnancy type thing, tbh do whatever your want :)]

Like, imagine you're at a party or something. You start chatting with this trans girl who's a friend of a friend of yours. Or maybe a friend of a friend of a friend. You're not sure. In any event, being two of only a few trans people at the party, you're naturally drawn together. You think she's really cute and you quickly find that she's into you too. After flirting for a while, she suggests you two duck into a nearby room for some privacy together. You wouldn't usually let things move this fast, but you've been partying for a while and being drunk/high always did make you feel deliciously easy. Although, now that you think about it, you haven't seen her drink or anything all night, but with the way she strokes your thigh and whispers how badly she wants you right now, you don't care.

The second the door to the bedroom closes, she's all over you. In between striping off your clothes and kissing every inch of your skin that's available to her, she tells you just how insatiably horny she's been recently.

"My girlfriend and I broke up a couple weeks ago," she says as she backs you towards the bed, "and with no one to touch me, I've been so horny I could explode."

You smile as she pushes you back on the mattress, legs open and your cunt dripping wet, thrilled to be on display for her. She leans down and kisses you, her tongue easily sliding into your mouth. You both moan as you make out and you gently tug on her shirt, equally eager to get a look at her body. When she does undress, you try to take a moment to take in the beauty of the soft curves of her breasts and hips and thighs. You also notice that she seems a bit bashful about her stomach.

"Sorry, I guess I've been taking the breakup harder than I thought." She says as she places a hand on the slight bulge to her belly. "I have no idea what's been causing me to gain weight as quickly as I have."

You pull her back down on top of you and reassure her that you don't mind at all.

While usually you'd prefer to get a decent amount of foreplay in, especially with how mouthwatering her cock and tits are, you're both so wound up and you're already so wet that she wastes no time in lining herself up with your entrance.

She pushes into you easily. You let moans and sighs fall from your mouth freely as you feel her slide deep inside of you. You shudder slightly as you feel her tip brush against your cervix once she bottoms out.

"Comfortable?" She asks, breath slightly shaky.

You nod. She holds still in you for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the feeling of the other. She reaches down between the two of you and gently strokes your dick, experimenting with the way it makes you twitch around her. She laughs to herself about something, you don't really catch it, but you gather that she's surprised as to just how hard she is. She shifts the two of you, pushing your legs back and allowing her to slide just a bit farther into you. You smile to yourself as you notice the way that this position allows you two to be close enough that her stomach slightly rubs against yours.

'Cute.' You think.

You can sense just how eager she is and how much she's restraining herself, so you give her the go ahead to start moving. She pulls almost all the way out and then slowly pushes back into you, delighting in the soft moans it pulls from both of you.

She starts pumping in and out of you at a sensual pace, clearly wanting to make it last and enjoying the ease with which she can make you whimper under her, but you sense that something is eating away at her will. A hungry look grows on her face and her hips start driving into you harder and faster. It's not long before she gives in to whatever temptation was nagging at her and she begins to truly pound you into the mattress. You jerk yourself as she fucks you, but you hardly need it. You swear you're seeing stars with the way her cock keeps hitting your cervix with each thrust.

"You like it?" She pants down at you.

"Ah! Fuck! Yeah!" You're barely even able to form a coherent thought.

She smirks cockily and begins sucking a trail of hickies up your neck. The sensation makes you arch up toward her. You feel like you've completely lost control as you frantically stroke yourself.

"Uh, uh, I-" you stutter. "Al- uh, almost!"

With the way she's breathing heavily in your ear and desperately grinding into you, you figure she's about to cum as well.

"Oh, yes, baby!" You moan as you feel yourself reach the edge.

Just as you do, she drives almost painfully deep inside of you and you both cry out as you feel her throbbing cock shoot rope after thick rope of cum into you. You can't help but throw your head back as your combined orgasms overtake you. Her cock pulsing deep within you, coating your insides with her cum, and your cunt squeezing her, milking more out of her and coaxing her cum deeper and deeper.

She pulls out of you and flops down onto the bed beside you. You feel a little sore, but the feeling of her warm spend pooling around the tingling entrance to your womb more than makes up for it. You slowly and absentmindedly rub your cunt, smearing the cum that's beginning to drip out of you all over your dick. In your cross-faded haze, you try to remember if she or your friend mentioned how long she's been on hormones and try to do the mental math regarding sperm count, but you soon decide that that's sober you's problem and, for now, you don't care.

You're about to ask for her number when suddenly she climbs back on top of you, hard as a rock already.

"This position good for round two?"

Not knowing what else to do, you just stupidly nod and let her push her cum back inside of you as she begins fucking you again.

She continues to fuck you all night. Both of you cum several times, and she makes sure that all of her orgasms result in you getting filled.

Things start to blur in your memory at this point, but you wake up in the morning with her number and social media handles already in your phone and an obscene amount of her cum seeping out of your pussy.

Once you get home you jump straight in the shower. You wash yourself as best you can, truly amazed at the amount of cum stuffed inside of you. As you push it out, you can't help but feel turned on. You start to play with your dick. You remember how good it felt to be filled by her. You start feeling a strange, yet not unwelcome, warm thrumming feeling radiating from your cervix and wonder whether any of her sperm have managed to wriggle their way into your womb yet. It's that thought that makes you cum. You ride out your orgasm and try to continue with your shower once you've recovered. But you start to feel a slight cramp coming on.

'Oh, damn, is my period coming back?' You wonder.

You try to ignore it, but it does remind you that there is a very real possibility that her cum did have sperm in it, and while you don't know for sure about her, you know that you are fertile. As you jump out of the shower and dry off, you figure that you should stop by the drug store for some plan b while you're out today. Just in case.

At first everything seems normal. You and the girl chat online every now and again, but unfortunately your schedules don't line up in a way that lets you meet up again any time soon. You think about her often. Really often actually. You find that your libido has gone up like crazy recently, but you don't worry about it too much.

After a couple weeks though, you start to notice some strange things. For one thing you keep feeling nauseous. The first time you figured that you were just hungover from the party, but you just keep feeling sick. And then there's the abdominal cramps. You start to get worried. Eventually you hear about some weird stomach bug that's been going around recently.

You wonder if it's the flu or something more serious, so you figure you should ask the girl you slept with if she's come down with anything. You've both been pretty busy recently, and haven't been talking a lot, so you're completely shocked when you go to her page and see that she's announced that she's going to be a mom. Her post doesn't have a lot of details, but she seems incredibly excited. Trying to figure this out, you remember that she and her ex-girlfriend are still mutuals, so you go to her page to see if she's posted anything about this. You see that her ex had made a similar post announcing that she was pregnant.

You figure maybe they got back together and got pregnant. For a moment, you're a little hurt. While you weren't exactly going steady with this girl, to think that she'd get back with her ex and decide to start a family without telling you... wait a minute. Her post saying that she just found out that she's having a kid is from just a few days ago, but her ex's post is from almost a month ago. Did she really get into a new relationship and get her new partner pregnant that soon after her ex did? That would be a pretty big coincidence. Then again, as you scroll through your timeline, you see that quite a few people you know or at least follow are announcing their pregnancies.

You decide that this is all too weird. You send a message to the girl saying that you'd like to talk over a few things when she's free, and go to bed for the night.

That night you're roused from your dreams by more abdominal cramps. A particularly strange rolling pain pulls you into wakefulness.

"Ah!" You hiss. "The fuck?"

The cramp begins to melt away into that same strange, warm feeling deep in your womb. In fact, your whole body is tingling, the epicenter of the sensation seeming to be your dick. The throbbing of your tdick is undeniable, you can't help but shove your hand into your boxers and start rubbing yourself.

But something's off. You feel harder, bigger even. You must be mistaken, you've been on testosterone long enough that you didn't think you'd be experiencing any further bottom growth, and especially not out of the blue. You turn over in your bed to turn the light on.

Oh wow.

As you look down to inspect your dick, you discover that you actually can't see it. Obscuring what would usually be a clear line of sight to your crotch is a small, but undeniable bump in your abdomen.

"Wha-" You gasp aloud. "H-how?"

You place a hand on your stomach, but immediately pull it back when a strange fluttering sensation responds to your touch.

This doesn't make any sense. This doesn't make any sense! You took the emergency contraceptive, you can't be pregnant! And even if you were, you wouldn't be this far along already, right? Not overnight. Right?

Your mind is racing. But louder than your thoughts, the pulse of arousal radiating all over your body grows greater and greater until you feel like you can't think at all. The twitch in your boxers can no longer be ignored.

You sit up a bit, while your stomach has grown, you can still see past it with relative ease. You pull down your boxers.

Oh wow.

Your dick is big. Not just tdick big, although you certainly had no complaints about your size before. But now, your dick has somehow become not only quite a bit longer, but thicker too. And as you wrap your fingers around it, sighing at the way it throbs at your touch, you also think it might be... leaking? You begin to stroke up and down your dick and see that, yes, beads of wetness are dripping from the tip.

Questions still flood your mind, but you can't help but focus all of your attention on this miracle between your legs. You wrap your hand around your dick and without hesitation, you begin fucking up into your fist with an animalistic need.

Your eyes roll back in your head at the familiar, yet new sensation. You twist your hand, squeeze yourself, every experimental touch feels like heaven. It doesn't take you very long before the feeling overwhelms you and, panting like a dog, you cum hard. And as you feel a warm wetness splash across your round belly, you realize that you didn't just have an orgasm, you truly came. You look back down at yourself, the thick white liquid still dripping from the tip of your dick confirms it.

You lie back. and stare at the ceiling. Somehow, you're pregnant, or at the very least, having something stirring in your womb. And not only are you that, but you somehow also have a dick that can ejaculate. You should be confused, you should be panicking. But you're not. The warm thrumming of your womb resonates throughout your body and leaves you in a state of total euphoria. You are at peace. You are happy, and something deep within you tells you that you want to share this happiness and the stirring in your loins tells you that you are not completely satisfied.

Just then you get a notification on your phone. It's the girl.

"it's been a while, how are you feeling?" She messages. "there's another party im going to soon and theres lots of cute guys and girls who i think we should meet :)"

You look down at your phone and smile.

#slimy wares #can you tell i watched a lot of cronenberg movies around the time i figured out i was trans? lol #terato #terat0philliac #<just due to the kinda sci-fi nature of it all :P #ftm breeding #breeding k1nk #nsft #t4t nsft #ftm nsft #pregnancy k!nk #rapid pregnancy #nsft concept #intox kink #mtf breeding

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winchesterdreamgirl88 · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Platonic Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: You've had a crush on Dean for awhile now and you're so hurt and tired of watching him flirt with every girl and you finally tell him how you feel.

A/n: For like a week I've kept thinking about this scenario in my head and I wanted to share it with everybody. This is my first attempt at writing a full story so I hope you guys enjoy it and I'm sorry if it's bad:)

Word Count:1.7k- way longer than I thought it was going to be

Warnings: Language, slight angst, little but of fluff at the end, implied smut. Let me know if I missed any!!

You had been hunting with the Winchesters for about 3 years now and it had been some of the most terrifying yet fun years you've had in awhile. You met the boys when they were hunting a Djinn who had trapped you in a dream where you could live out your life with your parents who had passed away when you were 8.

You guys were heading back to the motel after a grueling vampire hunt that you guys had been working on for about a week. When you guys got to the motel there was only 2 rooms available which meant you had to share with one of the brothers.

"I call my own room." Sam had said quicker than you could comprehend then tossed you and Dean the key to your guys room and then departed to his room to take a shower. You would have preferred to share a room with Sam because he was your best friend and he was fun to be around. You didn't mind sharing a room with Dean but you've been in love with him for so long it's getting harder and harder to control your feelings.

You knew he would never think of you like that because everywhere you go Dean always finds some random girl in a bar or some girl on a case to flirt with and he has no shame about it whatsoever. It's so hard to sit back and just watch as the man you love flirt with everyone in sight, not to mention he's not quiet when he decides to bring a girl home, not even blink an eye towards you. You knew why he wouldn't wanna be with you, you weren't as pretty or skinny or interesting as all the other girls. You were just somebody who followed them around and was like a sister to them.

"Looks like there's only one bed so it looks like we'll be sharing, unless I get lucky then I'm sure you can stay with Sam." Dean had said with his signature smirk that you loved but right now was just pissing you off. You didn't know why that comment had set you off tonight but you were done with all his bullshit.

"Whatever Dean, I don't really care anymore. I'll just go sleep outside so you can do whatever you want with whoever you want." You said with your back against the wall. You were honestly just so tired from the hunt you didn't really care anymore.

"What the hell is up with you Y/n? You've been so angry and snappy towards me lately and I haven't done shit to you!" Dean said taken aback by your rudeness towards him. He'd noticed you'd been off the past few weeks with him but he couldn't figure out why.

"Just forget it. It's not even worth it. Just go find some random girl who's willing to throw herself at you and have a good night and leave me the hell out of it!" You said and then stomped away to head into the bathroom to take a cold shower to try and calm yourself down.

The motel you guys were staying at was only 5 minutes away from the Roadhouse and once you got in the shower you heard the hum of baby drive away knowing him and Sam were heading to the bar. You knew Jo was gonna be there and you knew how flirty she was with Dean every time you guys came around and the thought killed you of what was gonna happen tonight.

After you got out of the shower you decided to stop feeling sorry for yourself and got dressed in a cute black lace tank top with some dark blue skinny jeans and black high heeled boots, did your hair and makeup and walked 5 minutes down the road to the bar. When you got there you immediately see Dean sitting down at the bar with Jo standing way too close to him and laughing at something he was saying. You headed over to join Sam at a table he was sitting at doing research about your guys next case. You sat down next to him and let out a long sigh while continuing to stare at Dean and Jo.

"You know he's a blind idiot Y/N, he doesn't know what he's doing to you and he's not gonna know until you say something to him." Sam says as he can't help but feel bad knowing how much you care about Dean and him not feeling the same way.

"No Sam you don't get it! He's so blind and selfish and it's just so frustrating and I can't take it anymore." You finish your rant not realizing that you had started yelling and now everyone was staring at you including Dean and Jo. You immediately stood up and ran out of the bar and started walking back towards the motel. When you got there you slammed the door and began to start crying.

About 5 minutes later you hear baby pull into the parking lot and try to compose yourself before Dean comes in because you know he's gonna want to talk about what had happened. Dean unlocks the door and sees you sitting on the bed looking sad.

"Okay seriously Y/N you've been mad at me for weeks, you can't be in the same room as me for more than 5 minutes without wanting to rip my head off and now suddenly your causing scenes in bars for no reason, what the hell is going on with you? If I did something wrong I'm truly sorry but you need to tell me what it is so I know how to fix it." Dean says now kneeling in front of you trying to read your face.

You immediately stand up to get space away from you and him before deciding what to tell him. "You know what fine. I'm so tired and so done competing."

"Competing with what sweetheart?" Dean said causing your stomach to erupt with butterflies at the name

"I'm done trying to compete for your attention. I'm done trying to make you see me. I'm done I can't do it anymore it's to exhausting. I know I'll never be someone you think is attractive, I'm not as pretty as any of the girls you flirt with or as smart as other girls. I'm just ordinary and I can understand why you wouldn't wanna be with someone like me and so I'm just done." By time time you had finished with your rant your cheeks were stained with tears and you were sitting against the wall avoiding eye contact.

It took Dean a minute to make sense of everything that you had just said. It broke his heart seeing you like this because he really did in fact care for you and the fact that he was the one hurting you tore him up inside. He took a deep breathe before kneeling down in front of you and he put his finger under your chin forcing you to look up at him.

"Are you crazy? Of course I love you, you're amazing, smart, beautiful, strong, sexy, you care about me, you make me feel like a human and not some monster. You're so loving and you see the good in me even when I can't. You are everything to me Y/n and I'm so sorry that you were feeling this way. All those other girls are just things I use to get my mind off of you and to make myself forget how bad I am for you." This causes something to shift in the room because now you are suddenly concerned about how Dean is feeling.

"What do you mean? How are you bad for me?" "Let's face it Y/n, I'm a monster, I push everyone away, I don't know how to talk about my feelings, I'm so angry all the time, I don't know how to love someone properly. Which is why I couldn't let myself fall for you any more because I knew I would just end up hurting you." Now suddenly he's the one refusing to make eye contact with you as he stands up and faces away from you.

You get up off the floor and walk up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder "Dean, I can't imagine being with anyone else. You're not a monster you are a loving caring person who would put their life before anyone else. I know you may not see it but you are one of the greatest people I know and I would be lucky if you would be with me. Relationships have hard times that's part of being in a relationship but we can get through it together and figure it out as time happens."

"I love you Y/n I want to try being the best and most caring boyfriend I can be for you." He says finally looking into your eyes for the first time since entering the motel room.

"I love you too Dean." You look up at him and smile

He looks down at you and slowly moves his head towards yours he then rests his forehead on yours and slowly connects your lips together. The kiss started out really small and timid because this was uncharted territory for the both of you. As the kiss started to heat up he licked at your bottom lip asking for permission and you quickly let him in. He brought his up and rested them on your hips and started walking you backwards to the bed. He slowly laid you down on the bed and broke the kiss to admire your face. He looks down and smiles at you. He's so glad he can finally be able to call you his and let everyone know that you are his.

He reconnects your lips and slowly starts to drag his fingers down your chest and down to your thighs.

"Let me show you how much I love you." You quickly nod your head yes and smile into the kiss as he slowly pulls your shirt over your head. You know this is gonna be one of the best nights of your life.

#dean winchester #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #supernatural #supernatural imagine #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester smut

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faeriichaii · 5 months ago

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Hello! May I request Aragorn realising his feelings towards reader who is cold and distant and regal, and how he would try to get to know them better? Preferably male reader, but gender-neutral is fine, too. If you don’t write for either, then I’m sorry to ask. I only want you to write what you’re comfortable with. Thank you for your time.

Worthy Enough ~ Aragorn x GN!Reader

A/N: Omg I am finally back!! I'm so sorry that it took me soooo long to work on this request but work completely took over my life and I basically had no free time whatsoever- But now I have a lil vacation so I will try to work on most of my requests and push through them haha. I also am quite surprised cause this was sooooo hard for me to write (probably also cause I took a break from writing and all rip) But I still hope you like it! And lmk if you do (and lmk if you don't haha)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: tbh idk? ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 912 ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ Summary: Aragorn slowly begins to understand you and tries to find out even more about you

Not even a wince left your lips as Aragorn put the green balm on top of a stab wound you received during the last battle you encountered. The only sign to let him know that the concoction stung upon your skin was the twitch of your eyebrow. Aragorn has known you for a while now. The two of you traveling far and wide until Frodo and his friends stumbled upon you. Since then, you have been wandering the lands with the purpose of destroying the ring. “How come you let the arrow struck you? Normally you are more careful than that.” Your eyes were focused on the ground, thinking about how this arrow wasn’t even meant for you.

“I guess my mind was occupied by the Orc in front of me.” Aragorn nodded at your answer. He knew that it was a lie. Normally you could handle up to three of them simultaneously, without getting your own blood spilled. So, it was a real surprise to him as he spotted you, hand on your shoulder and a slightly pain filled grimace gracing your face. Taking the gauze, he carefully wrapped the wound, making sure that it wasn’t to lose and neither too tight. A slight grunt left your lips, as you tried to rotate your arm. “Make sure to change the gauze at least twice a day.” Aragorn said, before leaving your side and joining the others for some dinner.

His thoughts were occupied by you. He knows that you tend to keep to yourself and rarely join in when it comes to conversations. This doesn’t make you less liked by the company. Quite the opposite. Sometimes Frodo takes a little stroll with you, just so he could talk to you and have you listen to his burdens or any thoughts on his mind. Legolas also quite enjoys gathering herbs with you. You’re so calm and collected, that it really helps him focus on his surroundings and get in touch easier with nature. Aragorn also can’t deny that you are his favourite partner, when it comes to keeping watch during the night. Especially as he remembers the talk of a few weeks ago.

Both of you were watching the flames dance, while keeping your ears strained for any unfamiliar noise that might signal an approaching enemy. Your sword was leaning on the log you were sitting on. “How come you let me join you?” Your voice cut through the silence, making Aragorn turn his attention from the fire to you. “What do you mean?” “You could have declined my offer when I asked you if I could accompany you. But you didn’t. Why?” He thought about your words carefully. He had declined any other offer he received of company. Of friends who wanted to join him. Of people who wanted to be by his side. But your offer seemed different to him.

“I think it was the way you asked me. You never really asked me to begin with. You joined in a brawl I unluckily got myself caught in and helped me. And since then, we have travelled together.” A hum left your lips, as you analysed his answer while watching the flames wrap around the darkness of the night. “I just had this urge to help you. It almost felt like something was calling me to your aid.” Aragorn leaned forward, intrigued in your words. “Back then I was searching for a purpose of my existence. For something I could do with my life. I had no home and neither did I have a family. It has always just been me in this godforsaken world.” A sigh left your lips. You have never opened up to someone, but it felt strangely nice.

“I fought to survive and I fought even harder for people who couldn’t defend themselves. I knew I wanted to protect people. And I knew I wanted to find someone who was in my eyes worthy enough to protect. Someone who I knew would do anything to change the world and form it into a better place.” You looked at Aragorn, a gentle smile on your lips. “I knew that when I saw you fight off these men, which caused ruckus in that tavern, that you were this one person I was meant to travel with.”

Aragorn back then was very surprised to have you open up to him. In all these years prior of you both travelling together, you never initiated any kind of deep talk with him. Especially when it came to your past. Of course, he asked in the beginning, but most times you tried to switch the topic to something else. Which is another reason, as to why he started analysing you and your decisions. He tried to understand you more and see things in your perspective. Which is why he knew exactly how you received the wound from battle.

The hours passed quickly and most of the company already went to bed, except for you and Aragorn, who decided to spend the first watch together. Your hands were behind you, supporting part of your weight while you leaned back and watched the various stars on the night sky. “I know that you lied to me.” Your attention drifted from the lights to Aragorn, who was still sitting on one of the logs by the campfire. Tilting your head, he just gave you a smile before continuing. “Thank you for deeming me worthy enough.”

#the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #fluff #the lord of the rings fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lotr movies #lord of the rings fic #lotr #middle earth #x reader #aragorn #aragorn x reader #aragorn x gn!reader #gn!reader #gn reader

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akutasoda · 1 year ago

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Hi pookie <33 Did you drink water or have any food today? if not please go do so and then read my req, health is important <33 Okay so for my req, I would like hcs and/or scenarios w ranpo, chuuya, sigma, and anyone else you want, with a reader who felt very hot and uncomfortable at night due to hot weather, and thus decided to sleep w/o a shirt, and obvi wearing pants and all that but instead of a shirt she's just wearing smth like a sports bra.

So basically, the reader's s/o gets all flustered and uncomfortable and shy and stuff and ask for permission to do normal stuff like "is it okay for me to hug you?" and "are you sure you're comfortable sleeping w/ me?" I feel like it would be so adorable asjkdaskjdksadj. (Also the reasoning behind this very specific, I was feeling rlly hot one day at night so i took off my hoodie and slept like that, and my mind went "hmm...this could be a great prompt" so yeah ;-;) I also would not like any nsfw content ig bc it makes me super uncomfortable, i live for fluff <33 You don't need to take this req if you don't want to, I hope you're doing well and wish a lovely night/day to you <33 stay safe <33

i can stay, if you want?

synopsis - after particular warm nights, you decide to shed some clothing - how do they react?

includes - ranpo, chuuya, sigma

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, reader is gn but mentions bra once, reader is mentioned to be shirtless, wc - 855

a/n: hi! health is important! i have had food and water and if you're reading this make sure you have aswell! stay safe yourself <3

ranpo edogawa ★↷

the agencies accomodations weren't exactly a five star hotel but no one complained as they did there purpose. but the most common problem for them was the heat - they weren't exactly well ventilated. most often had to purchase their own or put in a request but not ranpo.

ranpo cared little for the heat. while he disliked it, it didn't bother him that much. but when you began sharing with him it became noticeably warmer inside the small rooms.

and when one particular night became rather humid it affected the both of you. the shared futon was stripped of most bedding and even that didn't really help seeing as ranpo was very clingy. he always said that he couldn't get to sleep if he wasn't cuddling you or you were cuddling him. even if ypu were sweating.

so the solution you came up with was taking of a few layers. temporarily ripping ranpo off you to take off your shirt. ranpo didn't really clock back on until you layed back down next to him. and when he realised his face exploded into red, he was glad it was so dark.

while you weren't exactly naked as you had pants on and a bra should you wear one, but it made him slightly unsure wether he could still hug you. you noticed this hesitation and simply laughed at him saying something along the lines off 'its still fine if you want to cuddle' and that's all he needed.

he quickly got over his flustered state and snuggled back into you. he still was slightly embarrassed in the morning but very quickly learned not to be so embarrassed.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

when you first moved into chuuya's residence you were quite impressed. you were well aware that he made quite the pretty penny but this really hammered the idea home. literally. so it was no surprise that durong warmer day's and night's the rooms were quite well ventillated.

chuuya wasn't the fan of heat. while he wouldn't be picky and most the time didn't mind, sometimes the heat made him sweat a bit too much and he started getting that uncomfortable crawling feeling. but he still never prefered it.

but nothing could prepare either of you for some really warm nights. and there wasn't much else to do about it. even when all duvets and extra blankets were discarded it still felt uncomfortablly warm for you. so while you were getting ready for bed you decided you could do without the top.

you didn't think much about it as you still had most clothes on but the minute you stepped into the shared bedroom you didn't anticipate chuuya's reaction. and you didn't notice. mainly because even though his face was flushed with red he didn't say anything.

he felt as if he couldn't and he didn't even notice himself become hesitant to cuddle you, not until you asked if something was wrong. he simply coughed out a 'are you sure your still comfortable with that?'. you giggled to yourself before saying a simple 'of course'.

while he wasn't entirely comfortable yet, he did really want to hug you. so he did and very soon he got over it and if you continued to do this everytime it got too warm, he would always ask first.

sigma ★↷

he always was so hesitant about every little detail of your relationship. he wanted it all to be absolutely perfect and you had to keep reminding him that as sweet as that was it's not always obtainable. so moving in together was planned to an absolute T.

even when you proposed sleeping in the same room was enough for him to panic. he wanted to, but he was scared to rush things even if you proposed the idea. but you two eventually got there even if he was very flustered at first.

sigma was never one for heat. it made him uncomfortable and while one of the first things he ever saw was a desert, he still disliked it. so the warmer the nights got the more hesitant he was too sleep in the same room seeing as the heat that radiated of both of you could be suffocating.

yet you never minded, perhaps you both settled for a fan or rid the room of any duvets or blankets but eventually you convinced him it was alright. but ot was still overbearing for you.

so much so that you weren't even thinking when you sat up and peeled off your top layer. the action woke sigma and he had to double take to properly register the fact you were indeed now shirtless. if he wasn't embarrassed before, he was now.

he immediately scooted over scared he might cross a boundary like this. and when you asked him what's wrong he responded with 'are you sure your still comfortable hugging me?'. you smiled to yourself and told him 'of course'.

though he was still hesitant and his faced remained red, he continued as before. and even when he woke in the morning before you he got reminded of the situation and got very embarrassed very quickly again.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader

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gavisuntiedboot · 2 years ago

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Can you do Gavi as a Dom w a degrading k!nk where he gets really frustrated and snaps after she's acting like a brat/teasing him at a black tie event (srry this is SO specific :'))

A/N: Holy month is over, back to the depths of depravity. Also, do y'all have a group chat where you just together and come to a consensus for request ideas?? Like my inbox is 40% "PLEASE GAVI DOM", 40% "PLEASE GAVI SUB", 15% "UPDATE UR FUCKING SERIES", and 5% everything else.

SMUT!! SMUTTTTT!! KIDS GO AWAYYYY

warnings: very rough smut. Idk how else to describe it just be warned !!

Black Satin

"Don't be nervous, mi amor. All you need to do is smile for some pictures and clap when the speeches end."

You rested your hand gentle on Gavi's thigh, his leg bouncing as he stared outside of the car window at the city passing by. You had grown used to this life - walking red carpets, smiling for cameras, being confident yet humble as interviewers begged the question of who you were wearing. It was just a part of your job. But Pablo, on the other hand, was not accustomed to these events, nor did he really enjoy them. The spotlight was something that caused him a great deal of stress, as he was always nervous about messing up or looking foolish, especially compared to your cool and collected self.

He snapped his gaze away from the window at the sound of your voice, moving from the window to your hand resting on his thigh. He released his lip from between his teeth, taking a deep but shaky breath.

"Not nervous. Just... thinking of what I'm going to say."

You looked in Gavi's eyes with love as you hand moved up slightly, rubbing soothing circles into his thigh. The muscle tensed beneath your fingertips, and he rested his hand on top of yours.

"What are you doing?" He asked, slight suspicion in his voice, but his tone still calm and even. Crossing your legs, you leaning in closer to Gavi, legs touching and your chest pressed against his bicep. He shivered from the feeling of your breath against his ear, whispering softly as to not occupy too much of the driver's attention.

"What do you think I'm doing?" You inched your hand further up his thigh, feeling his grip on your skin tighten. "Or rather, what do you want me to do?"

You weren't normally like this. Private life, in your opinion, should be kept private. PDA, public teasing, risky touches - they weren't something that you often partook in. You preferred to stay classy in public, shy glances and the occasional hand-hold, and leave your more crazy, freaky brat personal to the bedroom. But today, you were missing Gavi's touch more fiercely, a fire burning just beneath the surface of your skin that only Pablo could extinguish. And it made you care less than normal - prevented you from caring at all.

Gavi almost went into medical shock upon discovering your bedroom personality. You were not the most loud or explicit person in your day-to-day, but when he undressed you for the first time, planning to lay you against his mattress, wondering if you would be confident enough to let a moan or two pass between your lips, he found his own back pressed to the pillows. Before he knew it, there was a hand in his hair and another around his neck. Pressed against the headboard, Gavi's thoughts raced: what had possessed you? Your teeth found purchase in his bottom lip, heat pooling in your stomach as you heard Pablo moan at the feeling.

"Come on, Pablito. Show me how good I make you feel."

Since that day, Pablo had been in top cardiac shape to keep up with your high sex drive and wild bedroom personality. Most days he would walk into the locker room with dark purple bruises on his lower stomach and V-line, subtle scratch marks littering his throat and collar bones. The boys had not believed his shy confession that they were caused by you. They couldn't have been. How could the sweet, soft-spoken thing that bit her lip on the sidelines during stressful games cause this much damage?

The proof was here before him, sitting in the seat beside him, a demon draped in black satin, hand caressing his thigh higher and higher while batting perfectly mascara-ed lashes and feigning innocence. Gavi's expression hardened, and he shot you a stern look while you still played dumb. Your lips were close enough to capture between his own, showing you exactly what he thought of your little antics, but he wouldn't give you the satisfaction of making him lose his cool in front of the driver.

As much as you were a surprising brat, Gavi was an even more surprising dom. Unlike on the field, he had a surprisingly long and patient countenance when with you, but when you finally pushed him too far, there was no such thing as mercy. He would edge you for hours, making you recite all the reasons you didn't deserve his touch. He was not afraid to be forceful with you, leaving your skin red and welted as you tried to count through the sobs and heavy breaths, fearful he would make you start over. But Gavi always, without fail, brought you to the highest of highs, leaving you screaming his name repeatedly, the only word still present in the puddle that was your brain.

He turned his head, lips pressed against the shell of your ear, as he whispered back.

"I want you to behave." His eyes met yours once again, displeasure settling into his features. He did not want to discipline you in public, but would if he needed to.

"But what if i don't want to?" You purred in return, moving your hand up to his crotch. Before you could grab him, he gripped your wrist tight and swiftly removed it.

"Not tonight. I'm not playing around with you. If there way any day to be a good girl, it's today. Or else."

The red carpet went off without a hitch. You stood on Gavi's arm, smiling brightly and waving as he stood sternly, arm around your waist, wishing the photographers would be done quicker. As the two of you ventured inside, you collided with Alejandro, chests pressed against each other. You rested your hands against the chiseled muscle to stabilize yourself, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage.

"So sorry, Ale. I'll try and be more careful." You said, voice soft as you batted your eyelashes, hands unmoving. Gavi called your name, and you broke your contact with Ale and sauntered over to your boyfriend, who once again returned a protective arm around your waist.

"You think letting my team mate have a free strip tease is behaving?" He asked, voice low and head turned so the cameras couldn't catch the movements of his lips.

"If you want me to behave, we could go to the bathroom right now. I'd behave real well." You giggled out, breasts pressed against his clothed bicep.

"You're acting like a bitch in heat. You need to stop being greedy and wait. Unless you want to get on your knees here on the marble flooring." He said, grip almost painful but not quite. You were getting him riled up - you knew that much was certain. But you wanted to see how far you could take it.

The two of you mingled with several people in the room, you dripping off of Gavi's arm like a crown jewel, him the soldier sworn to protect it. As he engrossed himself in a conversation with his teammates, you slipped off his arm, wandering around looking for another waitress carrying a tray full of champagne. You were quickly approached by several other men, all of them trying to get you to give them the time of day now that your scary dog of a boyfriend wasn't nearby. You laughed as you ignored their advances, but that didn't stop Gavi from pressing up behind you upon finding you in the crowd.

"Ready for dinner?" He asked, voice practically dripping with malice. You followed him to the table, and he refused to release you from his grip, fearful you would scamper off to cause more chaos. Pulling out your chair, he helped you sit, before leaning in and muttering "You're going to fucking get it when we get home," quiet enough for no one else to hear, but loud enough to have you push your thighs together in anticipation. He then sat across from you, believing it the best move after your stunt in the car. He was already plotting how he was going to punish you at the end of the evening, deciding between too little or too much.

Dinner was worse than Gavi could have anticipated. You slipped off your stiletto, slowly drawing your foot up Gavi's leg and resting it atop his bulge, half hard and waiting for more attention. You moved your leg slowly, palming him as he tried to enjoy his second course. The players immediately beside him took some notice of his heavier breathing, but made no comment, enjoying their respective conversations. As the plates were cleared away, Pablo stood abruptly, excusing himself to go to the restroom. You made a move to follow, but he turned to look at you, eyes conveying pure wrath, making you stay in your seat.

With Gavi gone, you turned your attention elsewhere - mainly to the other Pablo sat beside you. Torre filled out his suit jacket nicely, arms snug in the material as he rested his elbows on the table, laughing lightly at the comments made by the other boys. You bit to yourself, something akin to pure evil coursing through your veins as you watched the subtle flexes of muscle under restricting black fabric. A hand on a bicep, an innocent smile.

"Pablo, have you been lifting more weights recently? You look amazing." Followed by a firm grasp of his bicep and a wink - nothing more.

This was the line that got you in a world of trouble.

It was whispered among the guests, jested amongst the boys, and circulated in secretive group chats. Gavi's girl was all up on another Pablo, telling him how good he looked, snowballing (as rumors often do) into reports that she had leaned against him, bare thigh an invitation for his advances. Gavi had broken. He was no longer trying to hide the malintent in his eyes: he was going to make you pay.

Nothing could have prepared you for what came next. You expected Pablo to turn cold, ignore you after you flirted with his namesake, but the opposite was true. He stayed at your side, hand firm around your waist as you two mingled with the other guests after dinner. He never let you out of his sight, even walking to the car with you in his grasp.

It started the second the sleek black vehicle pulled out of the parking lot. You were staring out the window, all but giddy. You had finally found the confidence to be a brat in public, and you knew it was about to yield results. He place a hand on your shoulder, drawing your attention, and slowly moved it up to your jaw, thumb playing with your lower lip.

"Enjoy yourself this evening, princesa?"

The deepness in his voice when he got angry was unparalleled by any sound on this earth. Sure you had seen him aggravated in games, when his voice got louder and higher, swearing at other players. But this was a different realm. He spoke slowly and clearly, voice audible but soft. If his usual state was fire and sparks, then this was lava, magma, flowing slowly yet burning even hotter than its flashy counterpart.

You nodded slowly, making a move to lick at his thumb, maybe capture it in your teeth and continue your teasing game. Gavi was rather private, after all, and would never discipline you in front of the poor unsuspecting driver. Or so you thought. No sooner had your tongue made contact with the pad of his finger did you feel the impact on your cheek. The sting and slight burn of the smack had your eyes watering and thighs pushed together. You looked back at Pablo, whose eyes were still dark and lips in their natural downturn.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, thinking you can just act however you like, but you should know better."

Another smack, which caused you to push your thighs even closer together, a gasp of pleasure exiting your lips. The second sound of skin to skin contact had the driver looking in his mirror nervously. He contemplated putting up the partition or intervening if you were hurt. Gavi let out a loud "tch", grabbing you by the jaw and turning your head.

"Look what you've done now. Worrying this poor man whose job is just to drive us, not to deal with your bad behavior. I think you need to show him you're sorry."

The driver heard a soft "I'm sorry" leave your lips, and he opened his mouth to reassure Gavi that it was okay, he had dealt with celebrity clients before, but he was beat to it.

"Oh no, princesa. You need to apologize properly. You think some empty words from your little whore mouth are going to make this better? No, no. Come here."

Hands were on you instantly, lifting you into Pablo's lap. He sat you on his lap, holding your thighs open with his knees. Your hands shot out to cover the barely-there thong that was the only modesty you had left as you were put on display.

"Move your panties to the side. You want to be a slut? Go all the way. Let him see."

The driver was speechless, eyes completely off the road as he watched you slowly and shakily move the black strip of fabric, revealing your shiny core. It was a good thing that it was late and there weren't too many cars.

"P-Pablo, I'm so-"

"Shut the fuck up. These are the consequences of your own actions, baby girl. You have no one to blame but yourself. You were so eager to put on a show for everything with a penis, so go ahead. You're going to fuck yourself with your fingers, nice and slow so mister can watch while driving."

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. You had thought your antics would get you some rougher man-handling, a little bit of overstimulation - nothing like what was happening now. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, hole clenching around nothing and still on display to this hired driver.

"Pablo please I'm too shy."

"Oh no, you don't get to be shy when it suits you. You wanted to be bold and bratty today. Lets see how far it gets you. Two fingers in, now. Or I'll edge you until you see your fucking maker."

Meeting the eyes of the driver in the mirror once more, you moved your fingers to your clit, circling it gently. This earned you a swat at your soaked pussy from Gavi, who told you to follow the instructions to a tee. Collecting your slick, you pushed your middle and ring finger in, unable to hold back a moan as you finally filled yourself, relief flowing throughout your system. The driver was speeding now, eager to get to a place where he could park and watch you in earnest.

"Slower, princesa. Give this man a proper show to apologize for being a whore in his car."

Your fingers slowed, and you pumped them into yourself deep and hard. Pablo massaged your thighs, sucking deep purple marks into your neck that were just shy from drawing blood. Your mind was swimming, unable to focus on anything except the feeling of Gavi's lips and the stretch of your fingers.

You were on edge when Pablo grabbed your wrist and instructed you to stop. Opening your eyes, you realized you had arrived at his house, the car no longer speeding down the dark roads. Your eyes watered - you had been so close. The driver was bright red, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Gavi moved you off his lap, pulling out his wallet and handing 50 euros to the scarlet man.

"That's half of what I usually tip, but I think you've gotten more than enough compensation tonight."

The car sat in the drive way for a few minutes as you were ushered into the house, one hand around your shoulders and the other unlocking the doors. Once you two were in the bedroom, you heard your next instruction.

"Strip."

You played with the side zipper of your dress, looking up at Gavi through long lashes.

"What if I don't want to?"

His hand was on your throat in a second, pulling you in so that he could look you in the eyes, the hooded gaze caused by lust and anger turning you on more than you thought possible. He pushed you downwards, your knees hitting the floor, as his hand found new purchase in your hair while the other undid his trousers.

"I'm tired of hearing you talk back. You want to use your mouth? Here."

His cock was roughly shoved between your lips, grazing your teeth slightly, but Pablo didn't seem to care. There was no gentle touches or even a chance for you to move. He held your head still, pushing you as far against him as you would go, hearing you cry out and feeling you gag around him, before pulling out and watching you cough and sniffle from the lack of air. He repeated this motion, abusing the back of your throat. Each time he pulled you around his cock again, he pushed you further, until finally the tip of your nose brushed his abdomen. He held you there, head thrown back in bliss as he felt your throat contract around him, your cries and whimpers only making the experience better.

The burn in your throat was vicious, but it was nothing compared to the fire in your lungs from the lack of air. Black spots were forming on the edge of your vision when Pablo finally pulled you off of him, and you choked out a sob, taking in as much oxygen as you could. He loomed over you, unbuttoning his shirt, cock still hanging glistening and red. He undid his cuffs as well, rolling the sleeves, leaving the white material to billow around his toned chest.

You looked at him with blurry, tear-filled eyes. This is what you had been begging for: Gavi so dominant it was almost cruel, but you loved every single second. You crawled over to him, grasping at the material of his trousers, using him as a support for you to stand when he pushed you back to the floor.

"Stay down there, princesa. I'm not done with your punishment."

You were a puddle on the floor, a mess of tears and saliva and arousal, eager to to anything possible to get off.

"Please Pablo please please please touch me. Want you so bad please I need it."

Your sentences were borderline incoherent as you groveled at his feet, so desperate for his touch you thought you would burst into flames. He walked past you, taking a seat on the edge of the large bed. He beckoned you over, and once again you crawled over to him in the dress you had refused to shed.

"You need it? Of course. How can a cum dump like you live if she's not getting her pussy stretched out? Pathetic. You don't deserve it now, baby, not after the way you acted. So ungrateful and impatient. If you had waited until we got home, you could have had my tongue, my fingers, my cock. Now?" He moved one foot, still clad in leather dress shoes, towards you.

"Get yourself off on my fucking shoe. That's all you deserve, slut."

You had lost all sense and ability to think. Hiking up your skirt, you removed your miniscule thong completely and swiftly sat on top of Gavi's foot, moaning out instantly just from the contact. You rocked yourself back and forth, embarrassingly slick, while you muttered thanks under your breath.

"Look at you, making a mess all over me. You just can't control yourself, can you? You just have to keep getting fucked, over and over - you're never satisfied. Such a hungry little cunt you have there." He said as he flexed his foot, making you gasp out loud at the increased pressure. You kept going, gibberish and Pablo's name falling from your lips.

"Go on, slut. Keep going. Cum just like that - getting yourself off on my fucking shoe."

And you did. You went faster, riding with reckless abandon, no care for how deeply humiliating it was to be cumming this way. But you chased your high, crying out when it crashed over you, and you fell against Gavi, clinging to his leg for stability. You continued to rut against him, riding out your high to the fullest. Coming down from the bliss, your shimmering eyes turned towards Gavi.

“Thank you, Pablo.”

Hand careering your jaw, Pablo held your face gently.

“Aw, my pretty little thing. How cute that you think you’re done.”

You knew you should have just taken off that God forsaken dress when he told you to. But of course not - you had to continue to talk back and see how far you could push it.

Pablo had pulled you off the ground, pushing you against the bed and unzipping the dress. He would usually rip it in half, eager to touch you, but he was in no rush. He moved you slowly in your post-orgasmic state, bringing your hands behind your back and tying them together with the gathered fabric. After landing a harsh smack in your ass, he walked out of the room, leaving you bound and face down on the mattress. You wanted to cry out for him, but feared invoking any more of Pablo’s wrath.

He came back in with his torture device: a Hitachi wand. You all but screamed when the wand hit your still puffy clit. The vibrations were intense, sending shock waves through you that were equal parts pleasure and pain.

“Pablo, s’too much. Please I can’t.”

A laugh was heard behind you, drowning out the buzzing sound for a moment. He grabbed you by your bound hands, pulling you up to sit against him. You were grateful for the few seconds of relief from the Hitachi. You were now rested against Gavi’s chest, his skin and shirt a contrast to your sweaty back. He pushed your thighs open with one hand, resuming the assault on your abused cunt.

“Oh sweet thing, yes you can. You’re a good little slut aren’t you? Want to make your papi happy don’t you? Gonna do what I say, pretty girl?”

You were in pain. The pleasure was short circuiting your mind. You wanted to say no, it was enough, you had learned your lesson. But your lips betrayed you.

“Yes, yes so good. I’m good. I’ll be good for you. All for you.”

Pablo brought his free hand up to caress your breast, playing with your sensitive nipples. Your second orgasm came quickly, and Gavi pulled the toy away, pushing you back onto your stomach on the mattress once again. You waited to feel the fabric on your wrists loosen, but it never came. Instead, you felt Pablo pull your hips up so that he could access your poor pussy. You didn’t even have a second to protest before a wet stripe was licked up your slit.

“Papi please no more I can’t!” You were properly crying at this point, breathing hard and tears flowing without pause. The overstimulation was too much. Spots started to form on your vision, and you had no thoughts in your brain other than the feeling of Gavi’s tongue against you.

“When will you learn that this isn’t about you, little girl? This is about me. You’ve been whetting my appetite all day, and now you’re telling me not to eat?”

Three sharp smacks to your ass.

“Absolutely not. I’ll feast until I’m fucking full. I don’t care if you pass out - I’m going to be satisfied.”

And he kept his promise. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked like he was trying to obtain your soul. He alternated to running his tongue all around you, driving you to the absolute brink of insanity.

“Papi.. papi I - cumming, again, I-“

“Don’t you dare.”

You couldn’t believe what was happening to you. Gavi was eating you like you were the last morsel on earth, and you weren’t allowed to cum. You began moving your hips, trying to increase the friction against Gavi’s face. You were transcending, ready to cum for a third time and finally ascend to a different plane.

“Please Pablo.”

“Pablo? Me? Or your new fuck buddy?” He asked, shoving two fingers into your soaked hole, causing you to scream. Fuck the neighbors. Fuck everything that wasn’t Gavi bringing you to paradise.

“You, you you papi you I want you- fuck! Please.”

“Who does this whore cunt belong to?”

“You papi!”

“Who else can fuck you this good?”

“No one! Only you. Please, papi, harder.”

Grabbing you by the hair, he pulled you off the mattress. Drool spilled from your lips, tears staining your cheeks as you whimpered in need. He looked you dead in the eye, taking in your fucked out and over stimulated look.

“That’s fucking right. Tell me baby: what are you willing to do for papi’s cock?”

You were so far gone, you just started speaking, words barely making any sense.

“Anything. Any-hnm Anything you want papi. I’ll do anything. I’m yours to fuck and throw around whenever you want. Want you so bad. Please. I don’t deserve it but please give me your cock.”

Pulling you into him, Pablo placed a searing kiss to your lips.

“That’s a good fucking girl.”

Placing you on his cock, he bounced you on his lap, your hands still restrained as you got pounded into. Your body burned and aches from the exertion, but you were drinking in every moment. You buried your face in Pablo’s neck, whimpering and moaning, as he brought a hand around to play with your clit. You were cumming after the first three flicks of your clit, crying out and slumping into Gavi further.

“Come one, princesa, I’m almost there. You’ve done so well for me. So fucking perfect. Love you so much baby. Make me cum.”

You clenched around him at the words, and he spilled inside you, finally slowing and releasing you from his bruising grip. You were marked all over, laying face down as the exhaustion crept in. A minute after Gavi untied your hands, you drifted to sleep, naked with his seed dripping out of you slowly.

The following morning, you awoke cuddled into Gavi’s bare chest, his fingers caressing your hair gently. Your legs were sore, making you groan slightly. You felt Pablo’s lips pressed to your forehead.

“Good morning, princesa. Sleep well?”

“Like a corpse.”

You both giggled lightly just staring at each other lovingly, enjoying the morning afterglow. Pablo’s phone rang, and he answered the line.

“Hello? Yes, speaking…. Wait what? But.. yeah okay. No problem. Charge it to my card on file. Take care.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Car company from yesterday. Driver apparently ran three reds on our way home.”

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years ago

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Could I request Larissa x student reader where r very smart but doesn't apply themselves because they don't work well in classroom settings so Larissa decides to tutor r herself. This leads to Larissa teaching r some other things when she learns r is a virgin.

Heyyy anon! Thanks for the request. I absolutely love this idea. Caring, warm NSFW Larissa has a special place in my heart. The student!reader is of age in this ofc.

First Times Ch 1: Humble Beginnings ~Larissa Weems xFem Student!Sorceress!Reader

Link to Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, virgin!reader, age gap (all legal), smut, eating out, implied future sex, kissing, etc.

Enjoy (;

You knew you weren’t dumb. Even with other students thinking that. You may have been failing majority of your classes, but you weren’t dumb. You were just bored.

With your magical abilities and your early thirst for knowledge, your classes just bored you. They were just so slow. You preferred learning things on your own either by experience or in your books.

One certain Friday evening after all classes had ceased, you were called into Principal Weems’ office. You knocked at the large set of doors and received a “Come in” from the other side. You entered the large yet comforting office.

“Ah, Ms. L/N! Please, do close the door and come sit down.” Principal Weems looked up from her work, greeting you and indicating to the chairs by her desk.

You did as you were told and sat down in a chair across from her and the desk.

“So, Ms. L/N… Do you have any idea why I called you in her today?” She asked you.

“Have I done anything wrong, Principal Weems?” You genuinely asked her.

“Darling, please call me Larissa when it’s just us, and not really…” she paused for a moment, “It’s about your grades, love.”

“Oh.” You suddenly felt embarrassed and like a disappointment, which was odd because you could care less about your grades.

“I know firsthand how smart you are, Dear. You crushed all the scholarship exams and essays with your intellect. So, I don’t understand what the problem is, perhaps you can enlighten me?” Larissa caringly explained.

“I don’t know… I just get… kinda bored.” You mumbled, head down and fiddling with your hands.

“Hmmmm… Would it perhaps be helpful if I tutored you for the time being? Maybe a change of scenery when learning would be less boring?” Larissa suggested.

Your stomach did flips at her words.

“I don’t know… sure.” You responded, looking up and meeting her caring eyes.

“Wonderful. Shall we say twice per school week plus Saturday mornings?” Larissa smiled.

“Ok.”

“Alright love, I’ll see you tomorrow at 9am sharp.”

You nodded and exited her office, you face red and your stomach churning in anticipation.

~~~

Weeks went by and Larissa’s tutoring was actually helping you, and your grades looked to be actually salvageable. And you also just enjoyed seeing Larissa three times a week now. It was nice to have someone who could play to your intelligence and challenge you.

You woke up this Saturday morning like the past ones, readying yourself for your 9am tutoring session with Larissa. On top of that, the Rave’N was this evening. You were trying to forget about it. It was stupid. Teenagers were stupid. You just didn’t understand them.

Trying to ignore the impending dance, you made your way through mainly sleeping school to Larissa’s office. You knocked and entered as per usual.

“Good Morning, Dear.” Larissa greeted you.

“Morning.” you replied with a slight yawn.

“Awww, is my little smarty pants still tired…?” Larissa teased you.

You blushed heavily at her lighthearted comment. You always blushed hard around her…

You sat down in your usual chair and brought out your work. Although have of your sessions were usually just you and Larissa chatting…

“The Rave’N is tonight. Will I be seeing you there?” Larissa inquired.

Your head shot up from your studies, “Your going to the Rave’N?”

“Hmmmm, yes I am. Are you?”

“I don’t know… I wasn’t going to.”

“Oh, why is that?” Larissa asked, putting her own work aside, becoming more intrigued in the conversation.

“I just… I think it’s all kinda dumb.” You confessed.

“What about it is dumb?” Larissa questioned.

“Oh I mean no offense!” You immediately gushed out, not wanting to accidentally offend Larissa, “It’s just that everyone is just talking about dates and after parties and activities.”

Larissa hummed in response, “And you think that’s all dumb?”

“No, I just think it’s just… I don’t know… I just don’t know much about any of that…” you bashfully admitted, completely prepared for Larissa to laugh at the fact that there is a topic in which your completely inexperienced in.

But Larissa didn’t do that.

“You don’t know much about what exactly? Dating?” Larissa asked with surprise.

“No… well yes and parties and dating related activities, like sex…” you practically whispered the last of your words.

It took Larissa a second to process your words and her own shock.

“You’re a virgin?” She bluntly asked.

“Yes…” you choked out, face red with embarrassment.

Larissa immediately registered your demeanor, “Hey love, it’s alright. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Tears were staring to threaten your eyes, “Right but it means that I don’t know anything in that area… I’m just useless in that subject matter…”

Larissa immediately got up from her chair, to your surprise, and just embraced you.

“You are not useless. And I’m sure that whomever you choose to be with you for the first time will be extremely lucky to have you and be extremely knowledgeable in the matter.” Larissa comforted you.

“Does that sounds like any teenager you know?” You rhetorically questioned the woman with a tone of self-deprecating humor.

Larissa looked into your eyes, reassuring you “You will find someone.”

You gave her a weak smile.

“Why don’t we end early today and I’ll plan to see you at the dance?” Larissa suggested.

“Ok.” You said through a chocked voice, and you left.

You left Larissa in her office to contemplate her words…

You did have a point… What teenager could actually serve your needs?

Larissa put her doubts away, reassuring herself that you would indeed find someone.

~~~

You spent the rest of your day replaying the morning in your mind. Until, it was time for the dance. You found your best white outfit, putting it on, and made your way to the dance.

Like normal, you were just kinda ignored by all. You had gotten used to it. You spotted Larissa and Ms Thornhill in a corner of the room, Larissa wearing a stunning white dress… Although, when was she never not stunning…

Having nothing else to do anyways, you made your way over to the two staff members.

“Miss L/N, might I say lovely you look.” Larissa complimented you with a glint in her eyes just for you.

“Thank you, Principal Weems. You do as well.” You responded, causing Larissa to have the tiniest blush wash over her face.

“I’m gonna go refill the punch.” Ms Thornhill declared, leaving the two of you.

“So… any luck finding someone?” Larissa asked you.

You chuckled in self defeat, “No…”

“Oh. Well I’m sorry love.” Larissa comforted you while looking around the party.

This entire time she had witnessed everyone just ignore you.

Everyone ignore your brilliance, your beauty, your attractiveness…

“Would you…” Larissa began, “Would you perhaps be interested in going to have a drink in my office?”

“I’d like that.” You immediately returned, wanting to get away from everyone as quickly as possible.

Larissa nodded. And she led you to her office.

Closing the door behind you, she made her way to her desk, but instead of going to her liquor cabinet, she simply leaned against the desk.

“Is everything alright?” You asked the tall blonde.

“Hm?” Larissa caught your eye, being brought back from deep thought by your words.

“Are you ok?” you repeated your concern.

“I…” Larissa began her statement but paused again, scrunching her brows,

“What if… What if I taught you?” she hesitantly spoke, not meeting your eye.

“What?” You asked, your stomach doing summersaults at Larissa’s words.

Larissa moved and leaned against the desk where she was now facing you directly. She slowly raised herself where she was now looming over you.

“Do I make you nervous, darling?” She whispered, while tucking a stray hair behind you ear.

Your cheeks flushed with redness at her close presence and intimate words. You stuttered to find your words, but failed.

Larissa came down to your face, cupping your cheek, “Would it be alright if I kiss you?”

You sheepishly nodded.

“I need you to use your words, Darling.” She purred.

“Yes, please…” you whispered.

Larissa then grazed her lips to yours, before taking you in fully. You hadn’t ever done this before, so you kinda panicked. Larissa registered this and guided your hands to her shoulder and hips.

“Is this alright, love?” she asked, wanting to make sure to check in with you.

“Yes.” You whimpered into her lips.

She then slowly moved you to sit on her lap in her office chair.

“Relax, love… you’re safe here.” Larissa cooed as you slowly relaxed into the kiss more.

She gently guided you to straddle her over the chair, “Is this alright, love…?”

“Yes, god yes…” you breathlessly responded.

The kiss got more passionate and needy as Larissa was taking her time exploring your cavern with her tongue. At one point you full on moaned as Larissa had instinctually bucked her hips up and met your sensitive core. You blushed furiously at the sound you had just admitted.

“Hey, no… I want to hear you, my Darling.” Larissa cooed, she lowered her voice and purred into your ear “I want to hear you scream my name in pleasure, as I’m the one who takes you for the first time… But only if that’s what you truly want.”

You whimpered at her words, and your own hips were slightly jerking forward in search for some kind of friction.

Then Larissa pulled away with a serious look, “But only if that’s truly what you want, Y/N.” She seriously repeated herself.

God, your name on her lips was divine…

Her caring, lustful eyes meet your desperately needy one.

“Yes, god yes… Please Larissa…!” You mewled and bucked your hips into her lap, meanwhile being completely shook at your own words.

Larissa smirked at your own shock from your desperation.

“Ok. Well if your uncomfortable with anything just say ‘red’, okay?”

“I understand.” You whimpered, desperate for her touch.

Larissa then proceeded to pick you up and swap places with you, placing herself in between your legs.

“Can I roll your dress up?” She gently asked.

You bit your lip and nodded, “yes please..”

Larissa then rolled your dress up to give her enough access.

“Spread your legs for me, love?” Larissa cooed.

You did as you were told.

Then Larissa began peppering your thighs with kisses and marks, eliciting little moans and whimpers from you. Larissa worked her way up your thighs until she was met by your knickers.

“Can I take these off” she asked breathlessly and her own pupils now blown up.

“Please…!” You eagerly nodded.

Removing your knickers, Larissa was met with your soaked cunt, making her mouth water.

“Would you prefer my tongue or my fingers, love?” Larissa asked, looking up at you, her eyes full of care and lust.

You gulped and went red at her question.

“Um… tongue?”

Larissa nodded, lowering herself to your heat. She began slowly, dragging her tongue through your wet folds. Sparks of electricity washed through you with every swipe of her tongue against your core.

“OHhhhH, god yes…!” You breathily moaned, bucking your hips up to meet Larissa’s tongue.

Larissa took that as a sign for her to be able to speed up a bit, eliciting only more moans and mewls from your lips. And when Larissa began to tongue fuck your pussy… You were screaming for her, your thighs clenching around her head.

“Please… please…!” You pled.

“What, love? Use your words.” Larissa purred into your pussy.

“Mmm’ go faster please…!!” You moaned out, your back arching into the pleasure.

Larissa happily obliged, fucking your cunt with her tongue even faster. Her hands were keeping your thighs from crushing her head as you cried out in pleasure. Larissa felt your walls start to flutter more and more against her tongue.

“Do you want to cum, love?”

“Yes please!!” You cried out, jerking your hips desperately to meet Larissa’s tongue.

“Go ahead, darling. Cum for me.” Larissa purred into your cunt, as she tongue fucked you over your edge.

You screamed her name, as your whole body was washed over by a white, pleasurable heat. Larissa lapped your cunt up and cleaned you up, helping you down from your high. As she came up to your level again, she found you a panting, post-orgasm blissful mess.

Larissa smiled at the sight. This time it was you who leaned in and connected your lips to yours. You moaned into the kiss, tasting yourself on Larissa’s mouth. You both broke the kiss for air. Then you both just sat there and laughed for a second. Larissa stroked your cheek, smiling.

“Maybe next time…” you whispered, your shyness returning, “you could use your fingers…?”

Larissa chuckled at your comment and nodded.

“If you want there to be a next time, i have many other things to show you.” Larissa purred into your ear.

~~~

Chapter 2 with more new experiences… 😉

Larissa Weems Masterlist

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wasawattpadkid · 2 years ago

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Ok idk if you’d want to write this but like, Billy x Fem reader who like doesn’t shave down there, I feel weird asking for this but I just like don’t see people write about it and it makes me self conscious.

Girl don't feel weird at all! I don't see people write about it either so we're about to change that. Here ya go Hun!💕

Believe me

Pairing: Billy Loomis x fem!reader

Warnings:⚠️smut 18+⚠️ oral fem!receiving, fingering fem!receiving, praise, brief overstimulation

Billy was a patient man. He'd wait as long as you needed him to. However he did worry about you. You weren't one to wait till marriage but you did seem very quick to reject him every time he even mentioned sex. Even a slight brush against your thigh made you jump. Billy didn't want to push you into anything but he also couldn't go much longer without knowing what was wrong.

The sleezy horror movie had ended but you were too busy focusing on the boy on top of you. His lips traveled down your neck as your hands toyed with his hair. Once again he tried his luck by running his hand up your bare thigh. Your eyes opened as you slowly peeled him off you. "Okay." You said awkwardly fixing your nightgown. "Is it me?" He asked running a hand through his hair. This was the one thing you feared. You crossed your legs on the bed as you grabbed his hands. "Oh my god no." Billy just scoffed.

"Then why won't you let me touch you?" It wasn't like there was no sex in your relationship at all. You helped him out quite often but when it came to you however you were distant. He was grateful for what he could get but he wanted to please you. You did so much for him asking nothing in return. "There's something we have to talk about." Billy's heart sunk with fear. All breakups started with a serious conversation.

"I like you I really do." You paused piecing your words together carefully. "You're breaking up with me aren't you?" Your eyes grew wide. "W-what no! Not at all!" He wasn't convinced. He pulled his hands back growing distance like you had so many times before. "I don't shave." You said a little ashamed of the secret. It was a complicated thing. You knew you shouldn't feel bad about something that's natural. Yet every magazine you saw and all of your friends were completely clean shaven. It was an unspoken fact men didn't like "natural" women.

Billy looked at you for a second before laughing. The sound tore your heart to shreds. This was it. When you went back to school Monday you'd be the joke of the whole school. Billy stopped laughing as he saw tears well up in your eyes. "Oh fuck I'm not laughing at you!" He tried to fix his obvious mistake. You could hardly understand what else was funny. "Babe please don't cry." This time he grabbed your hands but you pulled away.

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything." You mumbled wiping your eyes. "Y/n. I don't care that you don't shave. That's not why I was laughing." His brain was working overtime trying to figure out how to fix this. "Why were you laughing then?" You asked expecting the worst. Billy didn't even really mean to laugh. The reason behind your abstinence was just absurd to him. "Because the fact you think I care if you shave or not is crazy."

"All guys care. You're saying you wouldn't prefer if I shaved?" It was an honest question. One with a simple answer. "You really think that low of me?" Your relationship was just a month shy of a year. Billy was insulted you hadn't realized he wasn't a prick like the other boys at school. Your silence didn't answer any questions. "I don't care if you dyed it bright pink." You tried not to laugh by pursing your lips. "I'm trying to have a serious talk right now." Billy smiled as you started to laugh. "I'm sorry! You can't just say something like that."

You both laughed making the air in the room more breathable. "Seriously though Y/n I like you. Whether or not you shave is not going to change anything." You wanted to believe him and he wanted to prove it. His lips found yours once again. The kiss being more passionate than the one before. You didn't stop him as his hand slowly lifted the bottom of your nightgown. His lips moved south making sure to leave a mark or two on your neck. Once he was satisfied he pushed the fabric of your nightgown up to show off your underwear. He peppered kisses across your stomach whispering little praises against your skin.

Billy hooked his fingers into the waist band of your panties pulling them down your thighs. Your eyes were shut tight scared of his reaction. His kisses never stopped. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Have I told you that?" He whispered kissing his way down your thighs. Billy had told you that before but never like this. His tone was deep almost raspy. "Have I told you how lucky I am to call you mine everyday?" He smiled looking up at you. The sound of his voice made you melt.

Billy pressed a kiss to your cunt making your breath hitch. He positioned himself between your legs so that your thighs rested on his shoulders. Billy's hands gripped each thigh keeping you still. Slowly he began to lick stripes up your folds just to tease you. Your hands gripped the bed sheets not entirely sure of where to put them. His right hand moved to open you up letting his tongue roam around the space. You couldn't help but grab his hair needing some semblance of control. His lips locked around your clit sucking gently on the sensitive bud. Curses fell from your mouth only further encouraging Billy's movements.

Your boyfriend went back to working his tongue around you. He traced his name over your clit seeing you shake around him. It was a thrilling scene. Your vision started to blur as you pulled at his hair. Words were no use. You couldn't put together a single word let alone a sentence. You just had to hope Billy knew what he was doing. His right hand moved to your entrance where he slid two fingers in with ease. Your sounds were pornographic honestly shocking the man trapped between your thighs.

You said his name over and over like a prayer as that coil buried deep within you tightened. You squeezed around his fingers as you cried out in ecstacy. His fingers pumped in and out as his tongue swept side to side across your clit. You took a deep breath as that coil snapped sending your head back against the pillows. His tongue continued it's assault letting you ride out your orgasm.

"Please.." You whispered as you pulled his hair. Within seconds you became sensitive to the touch. Billy's grin was borderline evil as he stood up at the end of the bed. He licked what he could off his lips as he eyed your almost naked frame. You watched as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt lifting it to wipe his mouth. The happy trail you'd mapped with your tongue many times before was on full display.

"Fuck, you are gorgeous." He rasped as you smiled. He knew the praise worked wonders on you. You were honestly a little mad at yourself for depriving yourself of him for so long. "Now do you believe me?" Billy asked referring to your earlier argument. You squinted your eyes debating on a response. "Maybe." He raised his eyebrows. "Maybe? Well then I guess I'll have to do it till you believe me." He pounced on the bed making you squeak with laughter. It was going to a very good and very long night.

#scream #billy loomis #ghostface #scream 1996 #scream fanfic #billy loomis x reader #ghostface x reader #billy loomis ghostface #billy loomis masterlist #billy loomis smut #smut #ghostface smut #scream smut #scream x reader

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moltensmusings · 1 month ago

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Connected to the recent yang posts: I think the change in how yang got depicted also resulted in a change in how Ruby got depicted. Ruby fell into the shounen protagonist category, and I feel like in a lot of ways, she's written somewhat similar to male protagonists. This isn't me knocking the series. I enjoy a good shounen protagonist and find it endearing that Ruby is written that way. But in doing so, she cokes off as a tomboy, especially in the beginning, and it means that her volume 4 fit just never seemed in line with her as a character to me.

I don't think this design is bad. But it doesn't fit Ruby as we know her. Clearly they wanted to go for design to show that she's aged a bit and things have changed but I feel like this was the wrong direction to go. However in their attempts to steer Yang into a masculine direction it resulted in them swapping the feminity to Ruby instead and in the end we get this costume that would work on a character like Summer Rose but feels really weird for the protagonist of the show itself.

It feels like they were trying to make her cute and eye catching more than anything else. Ruby never wore low cut tops or thigh highs. She was practical with her fits.

It's why I much prefer her volume 7 design.

It feels distinctly ruby while also adding in things like a more spikey hairstyle and shorts to bring back her tomboy vibes. This to me reads much better as a matured ruby concept than volume 4 does. I think giving Ruby shorts/pants as she ages is a solid route to go. Though when arrowfell sprites come in, I start having slight dislikes for art direction again.

The sprites feel like they're leaning so heavily into making ruby cute and feminine that it loses a bit of her character in the process. Honestly most of team RWBY in this game I feel didn't end up with sprites that capture them as well as they should. Weiss' are the ones I liked the most as they felt the most in character.

Ruby at her core is a scrappy, often laid back character who throughout the series has never engaged heavily with feminity. It wouldn't be strange or wrong to lean into a certain level of androgyny and mess around a bit with her presentation as she changes over the series. In their ploy to angle Yang as a more masculine character I think the writers felt the need to make one of the sisters more feminine and they got their wires crossed forgetting that Yang while the cool older sister, was still enjoying her feminity. Being physically strong, flirty, or confident doesn't make you masculine. Neither does being direct and stubborn.

Both of the sisters were subversion in ways of what people expected of them. Ruby despite wearing a skirt and having frills really didn't care about being feminine or looking proper. Yang while more rough and tumble still enjoyed dressing in low cut tops, miniskirts, boots with bows, and did have a strong interest in her appearance.

#rwde #rwby critical #molten rambles

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jealusty--movedaccounts · 2 years ago

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Can I Be Him?

PAIRINGS : Lee Felix × fem!reader.

WORD COUNT : 7.9k.

GENRE : Angst, Smut, Fluff.

WARNINGS/CONTENT : multiple pov (reader+felix+author/narrator), reader has a toxic bf and felix wants her, strangers to friends to lovers, nightclub meet cute lmao, drinking, protective!felix, (un)requited love, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending.

A/N : This was supposed to be a quick smut drabble, but I can't live without adding some angst apparently. The more you know.

"Please, angel. You don't know how long I've been wanting this. I want to do this right. I want to worship you like you deserve."

If you could, you might melt into a puddle right then and there, but his dick is just a few centimeters away from your fingertips, and your mind is just a little unhinged.

You click your tongue impatiently, "You know damn well what happened the last time you tried to do this right. You wouldn't want history to repeat, would you?" His fly is undone in a flash.

"Tick tock, baby."

Main Masterlist

Smut warnings under the cut

SMUT WARNINGS : Lots of kissing, nicknames (baby, angel), switch!felix, switch!reader, Felix as a service top halfway through, begging (willingly, not forced lol), marking (once), voice kink(? Idk the reader gets horny over his deep voice), oral (m.+f. recieving), slight voyeurism (alleyway blowjob), deepthroating, body worship, nipple play, praise kink, spitting, dirty talk, unprotected intercourse (do better), squirting, creampie, fucking that turns to lovemaking, revelations about sexual preferences

"He left again?"

Wrapping your shivering arms around yourself in a failed attempt to bring some warmth, you smile "It's okay."

How the fuck could you smile at that?

"It's okay? Nothing is okay here. You're trembling on the street alone in the middle of the night, and it's okay?"

"It's really fine, Lixie, he had something important to take care of."

"And what could be more important than taking his girlfriend home? He couldn't offer you a ride on his way? Or at least get you in a fucking cab?"

You smile at how riled up Felix was getting, he always was the overprotective type, one of the kindest souls you'd met. That was the only reason he was so worried about you. That was why he looked about fit to burst right now. Yeah, he's just kind.

Who you were convincing, you weren't sure.

You had met him about ten months ago, in this very bar, when you'd come in for the first time. He'd been a regular and you'd clicked in an instant. You remember the night distinctly.

Stepping into 'Enigma', you repeated your plan in your head over and over,

I just need to get it out. I'm gonna find some cute guy, flirt with him, fuck him, and be on my merry way.

Only, you hadn't ever done this before. Only, it was your first time being alone in a nightclub. Only, you didn't know how to flirt- all your sexual experiences being with past lovers.

Oh god, this was such a bad idea.

If I just turn around a little bit, just a little, at a distance of like two steps, I can be out and into the confines of my home and wallow in-

No. Stop doing this. Calm the fuck down.

Making your way to the bar before your brain could talk you out of it, you order a Cosmo. You'd rather have your wits about you if you were going to fuck a stranger.

Fuck, am I actually doing this?

You swirl in your bar stool, looking around, and within seconds, lock eyes with a handsome stranger leaning against the wall right on the opposite side of the nightclub.

Oh, I'm doing this, alright.

You offer what you think is a flirtatious smile, and the man smiles so brightly at you, you get whiplash.

Heck yeah, I'm definitely doing this.

The bartender calls over to you to let you know that your drink is ready, promptly ending the little staring contest you'd unknowingly been participating in.

You turn back and accept your drink.

When you look over your shoulder again, the stranger is gone. Looking around, you don't see him again.

I'm not gonna get it today, am I?

Just as you were about to actually physically whine, you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

"Is this seat taken?"

Hah! I'm getting it.

You shake your head a little too eagerly, hoping it doesn't show. If he notices your enthusiasm, he doesn't say anything. Sliding into the stool next to you, he turns to face you,

"I'm Felix."

Now that you have gotten over your little mental victory dance, you hear him, like really hear him.

"What the-"

"That's an interesting name." He chuckles, not at all bothered by your bluntless.

"Sorry, it's just, your- your voice... " You fumble about, not really knowing what to say.

"Is..?" He cocks up an eyebrow.

Oh, he was enjoying this a little too much.

"Really-" You almost said 'turning me on.' It was. It really was. It was so thick, deep and velvety. Like the deepest of hot dark chocolates melting and trickling down the wine glass. Just a lick of your wine tinted lips, and you could get a heavenly mouthful.

Snapping out of the reverie of thirsty thoughts you'd found yourself in, you are suddenly aware that you never completed your earlier thought. He doesn't seem to mind, looking patiently at you with an amused expression, sipping on his whiskey he'd apparently ordered in the time you were thirsting over his voice.

"- uh, really deep." You settle. Your add your name at the last minute. God, he only just came here and your brain was already short circuiting.

"Nice to meet you." He flashes that million watt smile at you again and you fucking melt.

It doesn't make sense, how a criminally handsome man, with voice as deep as a void, had the cutest fucking toothy smile.

Are those freckles I'm seeing!? Lord have mercy, kill me while you're at it, why don't you.

You manage to crack out a smile, and he beams. The rest of the night goes on smoothly. The conversation is natural between you two. No forced topics, no awkward silence. It's almost perfect. Key word : almost.

The only problem being, he hasn't made a move on you once. Heck, he didn't even try to flirt with you, let alone touch you. You waited and waited, but nothing happened.

Does he have a girlfriend?

You carefully manage to slip it into coveration, but he denies it.

Oh, so you're just not interested in me, huh? That's nice to know.

As the night goes on, your hopes keep getting lower and reach an all time low when he guides you out of the club and helps you into the Uber.

"Aren't you getting in?" You ask in a last ditch attempt to get him to see that you very clearly want him.

"Nah, I live around the corner here. I'll be fine walking. Get home safe."

On the ride home, you realise he didn't even ask for your number.

Was I that off putting?

Over the course of the week, you get to know that he didn't need to ask for your number, because you see each other everyday at the same place, same time. You always get a Cosmo, he always gets a whiskey, you talk all night, he keeps his distance.

That last part frustrated you to no end, made you want to pull your hair out.

Does he really just want a friend? That can't be it, right? Who looks to make a friend of the opposite sex at a nightclub?

Felix did, apparently. It became plenty clear what he saw you as, on the sixth day of you both hanging out together.

He had called a cab for you yet again - much like almost every other day - when you drunkenly mumble, "Thanks for always doing this for me."

"Hey, don't mention it. That's what friends are for, right?"

That's enough to sober you up.

As the cab begins moving forward, you feel your heart sieze. You don't know when your need to fuck him turned into this stupid crush you're just coming to terms with. But as the cab ride continues, the pain seeps through and you come to the realisation that it isn't - wasn't - just a stupid crush. It was so much more.

Such a unique flavor of masochism, unrequited love.

You wash the tears away in your shower later that night, only to cry some more.

So really, he's just being kind when he's so worked up about your boyfriend ditching you.

"I'll call you a cab."

"Just like the old days." Your drunken mind muses.

Felix doesn't reply, but you think you see a flick of seriousness on his face. It's gone as soon as it came, leaving you to wonder if your drunk mind was playing games on you.

"Ugh! There are no cabs available."

"I'll just wait around for one to pass by, then."

"While you're drunk this late in the night? Like hell you will."

You just giggle in response and Felix almost coos at the sight. Bringing his attention back to the matter at hand, for a moment - just a moment - he thinks about taking you home with him. It's just a few minutes walk away. But he quickly shuts it down. As pathetic as it sounds, he doesn't really trust himself around you.

Finally deciding on the best game plan that doesn't involve him having to check himself and his little guy down there, he takes your hand and guides you away from the club.

You don't even question him, trailing behind, barely managing to walk straight.

The walk is silent, his hand in yours warm. You both stop in front of an apartment complex about ten minutes later.

"Is this your place?" You wonder out aloud.

"Yeah, just wait here. I'll be back."

You grasp at his sleeve just as he's about to take off "What do you mean wait here? Am I not coming in?"

"Uh, there's no need. I'll be two minutes. I just have to get my car keys and then I'll drop you off."

All the insecurities from months back return with an ugly thump.

"Am I really that unappealing to you?" You find your wobbly voice saying, the alcohol doing the talking for you.

"What?" He's taken aback by the sudden question. Moreso, by the sudden gloss that covers your eyes.

"Even back then, you approached me but never tried anything. Am I that unattractive to you?"

Was that what you had been thinking all this time?

How does he tell you, the reason he didn't make any moves was because he wanted to do it right? He didn't see you as just a fuck. Sure, he approached you with that intention, but as you began to talk, he felt that spark, that connection with you he had never experienced before. Being with you was easy. He wanted to be around you more. He didn't want to screw this up by propositioning you. You would fuck, then what? He wanted you in his life, so he had to play his cards right.

Alas, he had never been much of a card-sharp.

Two months after the cab incident, where he fucked up and called you a friend, you had started dating your now boyfriend.

It had shattered him. Seeing you laughing with someone else, kissing someone else. The chance went right past him.

If only he had known. If only he hadn't been such a coward.

Stepping towards you, he hesitantly holds you at arms length, looking into your eyes. He's not sure what he sees there. Why does it matter to you? Has it bothered you all this time? Why, though? You never gave any signs that you liked him back. That's ridiculous. You wouldn't be dating your current boyfriend if you felt anything at all for him.

He brushes the thought aside, blaming your strange behaviour on alcohol and hormones at having been ditched by your boyfriend.

"Hey, no. You're beautiful, okay? You're- you're.." He feels a lump forming in his throat. How does he go about explaining what he truly thinks of you? If he were to keep talking, he would end up confessing, he's sure.

"Just- just stay, here, okay? I won't take more than a minute." He rushes off.

A part of him feels bad at not reassuring you more, but he just has to get away from you, your warmth. The urge to take you in his arms too strong, he feels his restraint slipping away.

This is exactly why he didn't want to let you stay the night.

Sure enough, within a minute, he's out with a key dangling off his fingers.

You have considerably calmed down by then, despite it being only a minute since you were practically ready to cry.

Just alcohol and hormones. It's okay.

You walk off to his car without looking at him and yank the car door. It doesn't budge, "Are you gonna keep standing there?"

Felix is visibly taken aback at your harsh tone and choice of words, dumbly unlocking the car and getting in with you.

Hormones. Hormones. Alcohol. Hormones.

The entire car ride, you're silent. But it's just the calm before the storm, he can feel it.

When he stops in front of your place - having known your address after calling the cab for you on multiple occasions - you just sit there, unmoving. He can see you simmering away. Whatever's going on in your head, it can't be pleasant.

Contrary to what he'd thought, you reach out for him and rest your hand on his collarbone, half covered by his silk shirt.

"Did I tell you that you look good today? So pretty." Your voice is but a whisper and the drowsy expression on your face has him reeling.

When he doesn't say anything - but doesn't resist your touch either - you slide your hand futher up his clavicle, stopping at the base of his throat, then slowly traveling up and over his adam's apple, across his jawline, to the back of his head. Sinking your fingers into his mullet, you mumble "So soft," eyes glazed over, lips parted. Your thumb pokes out from under his ear and you quickly run it over his bottom lip, "so so soft." Your words feel distant to your own ears, as if they're echoing from somewhere underwater and not your mouth.

He looks into your eyes that are fixed at his lips. Your cheeks are a pretty shade of pink, your lips wet and pillowy. Your pupils are blown wide, and you look... turned on?

The sight of you has blood rushing straight to his cock before he can stop it.

Your eyes find his again, an electricity zings through his nerves and it's all he can do to not give in and sink his teeth into that godforsaken lower lip of yours.

You lean forward, his breath hitches. He can feel your breath right on his lips and honestly, it's turning his brain to mush.

Before things could go any more South, before his dick can get any harder, he latches onto the last bit of sanity he has left.

"Y-you have a boyfriend." Is all he says, finding himself physically incapable of outright denying you.

The simple statement seems to have knocked some sense into you, as you suddenly pull away, eyes wide, that drowsy look wiped clean off your face.

"Sor-rry, I should- I should go. Yeah." You fumble with the seatbelt and next thing he knows, you are out the door.

The air around him feels entirely too cold without your warmth, increasingly too harsh without your sweet scent filling it.

The wind is chilly, goosebumps braking across your skin. Not really surprising considering it's nearing the end of the year.

Not the best idea to wear a sheer bodycon dress, I guess.

Wrapping up on yourself you softly exhale, your breath condensing and curling, dancing away in the cool midnight breeze.

You feel a sudden warmth on your shoulders.. A jacket?

"What is up with you and the whole drunk-stranded-alone-at-midnight thing?"

That deep velvety voice.

You hadn't seen him in the two months since what you've decided to call your 'drunken fuck up'. He didn't show up at the club after, and it's then that you realised you didn't have each other's numbers, still.

"Your boyfriend leave you again?"

"No. I left him."

"What?" He isn't sure he understands.

"I broke up with him." You're not sure why you want him to understand.

It's then that he looks at you fully, his beautiful face iluminated even more beautifully by the full moon that looms over the two of you, silently watching. His raven locks are parted almost in the centre, forehead exposed, bangs reaching his eyes.

Fuck, he's gorgeous.

He watches you intently. You have no idea what's going on in his head, his expression unreadable.

You think back to what went down in his car all those days ago. You definitely picked up on the fact that he was aroused too, that he wanted what you wanted too.

You were sure. But another thing you also were, was drunk. Could you have misread the entire situation?

"How are you getting home?" he disregards your comment altogether.

But of course, rejection at its finest. Just my luck.

"Cab."

He chuckles, "You know how to hail a cab?"

"Had to learn to since you ghosted me." The remark comes off with more of a bite than you had intended.

He falls quite, face turning serious. His attempt at keeping the conversation lighthearted having failed miserably.

Guess it's now or never.

"Hey, the reason I backed off that da-"

"I know. You were right to do that. Thanks. But what I don't know is why you had to ghost me after."

He sighs. Truth be told, he doesn't know himself. He didn't think it through. You have a way of making his head go blank, of making him lose the ability to think rationally and make mature decisions.

"I know it was a dick move, and I-I honestly don't know what I was thinking."

You squint your eyes, waiting.

One look at your face and the word vomit begins, "I-I've wanted you since that day we met last year. I wanted you that day, but then we talked and then I actually began to like you. And I didn't want to mess it up, so- so I didn't do anything about it that day - or the next day - or the next week. God, that was my biggest mistake! I thought I was taking my time, when I was really just being a coward. I... I realised a little too late that I liked you a little too much and by then... By then- you.. " He swallows, looking away.

You take a step forward, reaching out for him much like you did that day, cupping his chin, turning his face towards you.

"Do you still want me?" You whisper, eyes transfixed on those darn pink lips of his that were looking a little too appetizing right about now.

"Ye-"

The word is barely out of his mouth and you're swallowing it, pushing your lips onto his with such force, you both stumble back and his hands fly to grip your waist tightly.

And you love it, you love finally having his hands on you, your lips on his, his breath in your mouth.

You move your lips against his, slowly nibbling, then suking on his bottom lip, biting softly. He yelps a little, but there's no way in heck you're stopping now.

You lick at his lower lip to sooth the ache, your way of saying you're sorry.

And then do it all over again.

You part his lips with yours, tongue slipping in, twirling around his own, exploring his mouth, taking in the taste of him. He groans, breathing hard and goes to pull away, probably to breath, but you don't let him.

Fisting both his collars in your hands, you yank him toward you, your entwined tongues now transferring into your mouth due to the momentum with which he falls forward. You gladly welcome it.

You let him set the pace this time. His hot wet tongue caresses your own, gliding and flicking. He withdraws it, and suddenly sucks borderline violently, and in the next moment, you find that your tongue is in his mouth again, and he's still sucking on it.

A loud honk jolts you apart, both of you panting, a string of saliva still connecting your lips.

It's him who still has the wits to turn around and come face to face with a very annoyed cab driver. How long had he been here?

The tips of his ears burning red, he steps away from your grasp whilst you catch your breath.

You don't register what he does or what he says. In your dazed state, you can only make out the low rumble of his deep voice and the sound of a car taking off.

His hand suddenly grasps your. He looks into your eyes with a questioning look and you know exactly what he's asking for. You quickly nod and he wastes no time tugging you along.

His apartment is only ten minutes away, but the buzzing between your legs is too strong and your willpower is too weak.

You feel desire overtake the rational part of your brain, arousal clouding your judgement.

He isn't faring any better, ducking into an alleyway to take a shortcut.

As if sensing your impatience, he goes "Just another two minutes." His voice is gruff, the octave even lower than what it usually is.

It was no secret that his voice was your weakness, and hearing it take on such a low note, something in you snaps.

Before you know it, you're pushing him against the wall in the alleyway, taking those pillowy lips between yours. There's no time for build up, no time to fool around. You want to inhale him.

He makes a sound at the back of his throat, the kind that lets you know you're doing it right.

Primal need consuming you, your hands hastily go down to his belt, fumbling and unbuckling.

That seems to catch his attention, "W-wait!"

Your reaction is immediate, dropping your hands and pulling back slightly, you pant "What's wrong? You don't want this?"

"No!" He flinches when he yells a little too loud, "I mean, no, I do, I do want it. God knows I want to. Just.. Not here."

You relax at that. Your hands find purchase on his belt again, slowly sliding along towards the buckle. You lean back into him and whisper against his lips, "Can't wait. I've waited enough."

With one clean move his buckle is undone, your hands hovering over his zipper, eyes carefully studying his face. If he's genuinely uncomfortable doing this here, you're not going to force him. But if there's a chance that he might be willing, you're jumping at it.

"Please, angel. You don't know how long I've been wanting this. I want to do this right. I want to worship you like you deserve."

If you could, you might melt into a puddle right then and there, but his dick is just a few centimeters away from your fingertips, and your mind is just a little unhinged.

You click your tongue impatiently, "You know damn well what happened the last time you tried to do this right. You wouldn't want history to repeat, would you?" His fly is undone in a flash. Honestly, you don't know how. You're not controlling your motions or your words right now. It's as if something has come over you, but you're not sure what, "Tick tock, baby."

He still looks uncertain, so you allow yourself to be serious for a moment, for one last moment before caution and all else is thrown out the window, "Just let me blow you, alright? Then we can go back to your place."

He grunts at your choice of dirty words, sounding pained, "Fuck, you want me dead, don't you?"

You're still looking at him and he gives you a nod. That's all the signal you need to deftly pull his entirely unnecessary pants and boxers down, letting his cock spring free.

To be tactful, he's well endowed. To be filthy, he has a fat cock.

You wrap your hand around him, finally finally feeling it in your palm.

You squeeze very slightly, he fucking twitches and you think you might die if he's not in your mouth within the next ten seconds.

Dropping to your knees, your spit on your palm, coating his length generously. Then, just for good measure and only partly to put on a show, you spit on his now wet cock.

"Didn't know you were so dirty", he breathes, sounding awed.

"Oh, you don't know the half of it. I don't do clean." You smirk up at him and that's all the warning he gets before you are taking him in your mouth, all the way until he hits your uvula.

"ah, fuck-"

You smile, mouth still full of him and angle your head upwards, so that he can slip into your throat. He does so, and you're concentrating on taking him as deep as your throat will allow. That's when he starts begging,

"A-angel, please. Ah shi- just please."

Oh, how sweet he sounds, you absolutely have to tease him.

You release him with a loud, wet 'pop' "Please, what?"

He's breathless, looking down at you with so much vulnerability that you almost feel bad for teasing him. Almost.

"Please just, ugh, please keep going."

You would like to make him work more for his release, but to be quite frank, you already miss the heavy weight of his cock in your mouth.

Taking him this time is a little easier as your jaw has adjusted to the sheer size of him. Looking right into his eyes, you take him all the way to the back of your throat, and Felix promptly loses it. He's pulling at his own hair, grunting, and panting.

Your don't move or bob your head, instead stay there with him down your throat, and move your tongue along the underside of his shaft, not quite twirling - only because there's no space in your mouth that is stuffed so full - just caressing.

"Oh god, please, please. Angel, please."

You decide to take mercy on the poor guy, deciding not to play with him anymore.

Maybe next time.

Keeping him in your throat you swallow once, twice and then he's cumming, thick white spurts shooting directly down your air column, almost making you gag. But you're nothing if not stubborn. You swallow all of him and pull away when he starts to whine from the sensitivity.

You're panting, he's panting. Life's good.

"C'mere." his voice is hoarse even though it's your throat that has just been abused.

He pulls you into a kiss that's altogether too sweet given what just went down.

"Let's go."

You don't know how you get to his apartment. Hell, you don't even know how you get into the bedroom. All you know is that as soon as you're within the privacy of four walls, it's like a switch flips within him. He's practically tearing your clothes away, your shirt and jeans tossed aside into some corner of the room. His own clothes recieve the same treatment shortly after.

Left only in your bra and underwear, you take in your surroundings. His room is well organised. Minimalistic, yet homey and cozy. A soft yellow light is on in lieu of the tubelight, painting the room in a sombre glo-

Your train of thoughts is cut off by your own yelp.

"Eyes on me, angel." Gone is the sweet guy with doe eyes who was begging you in the dark alleyway. The person in front of you is the man with such deep and velvety a voice, he could pass for a siren.

As he approaches you, the look in his eyes so carnal, you're sure you're about to be thrown onto the bed. You've never been much for manhandling, but you'd be willing to give it a shot for him.

So consider your surprise when - as opposed to the utter hunger in his eyes - he tenderly places one hand on the the small of your back, the other holding your head, securing you in his hold. You are guided onto your back on the bed so gently that it hurts, him coming up to hover over you.

"You're so pretty. So so pretty. My pretty angel." His lips find your cheek, kissing softly and then trail down, across your jaw, to your throat where he leaves butterfly kisses. He moves to work at your collarbones, licking long stripes on each one and moving downwards between the valley of your breasts.

You squirm under him, wanting some sort of relief from the growing heat between your legs. "Felix," you breathe out, not sure where the sentence was going, but it only felt natural to say his name out loud like you've always been wanting too. Far too long than you care to admit.

"Shh, angel. Please let me take my time. I've been wanting to worship you forever." He pulls the cups of your bra down, mouth attaching to one of your nipples.

His tongue swirls around your bud, getting it all nice and wet before sucking the wetness right off it. He continues this game of his for a little while, till both your nipples are hardened and sensitive. Letting up with a lewd pop, he gazes down at them and seemingly satisfied, moves down your body.

He drags his tongue from the base of your sternum to your belly button in one long lick, stopping to suck a hickey just underneath it, on your lower belly.

You tried to indulge him, you really did. Even so, you are but a weak woman when it comes to the object of your desires, that happens to be present right here. So close, yet so far away.

"F-felix. Just..."

"Just what, angel?" He smirks.

Oh, this motherfucker.

You pout up at him, "Is this your way of taking revenge or something?"

The smirk on his face disappears. He crawls up to come to eye level with you, face suddenly earnest.

"No, angel. This is about you, only about you. Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you." His eyes flash with genuine care, "God, I'll give you everything. Just tell me. Please."

You could feel the sincerity coming off him. He wasn't just talking about sex. He really would give you anything, if only you gave him a chance.

In all the years of your sexual experience, you were rendered wordless for the first time. No one had been so thoughtful, so open, so vulnerable with you. Your ex never cared enough to ask what you wanted. He just did what he felt like.

It wasn't just him who did that. All the guys you'd slept with only ever cared about their release.

So, much like all the other worldly things, you'd come to realise that if you wanted something, you'd have to take it. You weren't going to sit around, waiting for someone to be nice enough to throw some empathy your way.

No, you knew what you wanted and took it. You came to terms with the fact, and that was when you built the whole dom persona around yourself. Being snarky and mouthy in bed, trying to overpower, fighting for dominance, setting your pace on your terms.

But now, with Felix looking at you with so much adoration, offering pleasure, your pleasure for nothing in return - requesting you to let him pleasure you, you couldn't help but question,

Why had I done all that?

Sex wasn't a fight. It wasn't about who was on top. It was about mutual gratification, two people satisfying each other.

He could sense the surprise on your face. "Why do you look so taken aback, angel?" He gently asks, brushing your hair off your forehead.

"It's just.. no one's ever.. said that."

"Said what?"

"No one's put my need above theirs. No one's asked me what I want."

His brows furrow at that, "Not even your ex?"

You shake your head no.

"I knew that bastard treated you like shit, but I had no idea he didn't even fuck you right." He looks angry now, "But know this, angel, as long as you'll let me, I'll give you anything you want. So tell me, tell me what you want. Nothing is off limits, okay?"

Nothing?

This sends your brain into overdrive. Here is a drop dead gorgeous man, ready to be at your service, telling you that you could ask anything of him, do anything to him, and he'll... let you?

Your mind is reeling at all the possibilities, yet you can't seem to say much.

He, yet again, perceives your hesitance, understanding that this might be new territory for you, and offers "Can I taste you?"

You can only nod.

Slowly, he descends down until he's face to face with your crotch. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, he removes them in one swift motion, and almost groans at the sight.

Index finger running up and down your slit, he hums, gathering your wetness, only to swirl it in and around your labia, smearing all over.

As he leans forward, you expect him to dive right in, but he does no such thing.

Landing his tongue flat, he licks up your outer lips, the reason for all the smearing abundantly clear now. He goes at it until there's nothing left to lick, and only then does he move onto the inside of your folds.

Using only the tip of his tongue, he slowly traces the inner outline of your inner lips, not sucking, just collecting your juice, pushing it upwards and letting it pool on your clit. Once he's made a nice little puddle there, he closes his lips around the bud and sucks. Hard.

"fuck-"

His enthusiasm escalates at the exclaimation, repeating the action over and over. Your hand flies to his head, gripping his hair and guiding it up and down, pushing him in. He takes a deep breath, as if suddenly breathless.

No shit, he is breathless. How's he supposed to breath down there?

Releasing him, you panic "Oh shit! I'm so so-"

"Shh, it's okay, take what you need. I told you it's about you," He takes your hand, guiding it back to the back of his head, curling his fingers around yours, until you're fisting those silky locks, "suffocate me in your essence. Fucking drown me."

That damn velvety voice saying those vile words does something to you. You feel your resolve crumble, and before you can question yourself, you're pulling his head back between your thighs, moving it around, seeing what feels best.

He doesn't resist. He sticks his tongue out and keeps it there, letting you move his head.

It's when his wet muscle passes your hole that you let out a loud moan. He thought you'd push him in there, but instead your movements turn frantic and you begin to wiggle your hips against his face, seemingly frustrated. It's then that he realises that you don't know what felt good and this is you trying to chase after that feeling that you lost.

"Have you never had your cunt eaten, angel?"

Damn him for sounding so cute while uttering such filth.

"Nobody cared enough to."

"Don't worry, I got you. Just relax for me, okay?"

You nod and let go of his hair, head falling back onto the mattress.

He buries his face back where it belongs, if he were to say so himself, and wastes no time putting his tongue into your hole, deeper than it went last time. And sure enough, he's rewarded with an ever louder moan from you.

Determined to give you the best orgasm of your life, he uses one of his thumb to lift the hood of your clit, the other rubbing up and down the bundle of nerves. That has your back arching. Lost in pleasure you wrap your legs around his neck, pulling him further in.

He grunts, happy to be smothered. Each flick of his thumb has that familiar feeling bubbling in your tummy. It builds and builds and builds.

It's when he starts pumping that damn tongue of his in and out of your hole, that you see white sploches in your vision, mind going blank. You don't realise what's going on. All you know is that you can't feel your legs. It's like you've been brainwashed, like you're fucking levitating.

Slowly, your vision returns, breathing evens out, and your brain reboots. When you come down from your high, you're distinctly aware of the wetness all over your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you.

"Holy fuck, did I just-"

You look beside you where Felix is laying sideways, propped up on an elbow, looking at you with a smug look, clearly proud of himself.

"Yes, you did. I think you took the whole 'drown me' part quite seriously."

You let out an embarassed sound that was almost a squeal, and curl up into his chest.

He laughs at your cute shyness, as if you weren't grinding on his face a moment ago "Aw, it's okay, angel. That was hot."

You peer up at him through your lashes, "Hot?" You ask so cutely, he could take you then and there.

"So hot." He confirms

You give him a lopsided grin.

"But you look so fucked out right now. Was I that good?"

"So good." You reach up to kiss him, and the kiss has only just begun, when you feel his stiffness poking against your thigh.

He's so hard, it must hurt. You want to help him but know for a fact that your pussy is of no use right now, so you do the only other thing you can.

You wrap your hand around him, and start flicking your wrist.

"Ah fuck- angel, you don't h-have to. Take a breather."

"But you've been hard for so long. I want to help."

"It's- ah- it's okay. I came already, remember?"

That flips a switch in you. You swing your leg over both of his, lifting up to hover over him, straddling his hips. "Lee Felix, you're not getting out of this without fucking me."

He laughs at that, "Wouldn't dream of it, angel."

You smile and bend down to kiss him. His lips are still wet with your juices and you lick it off them before sliding your tongue in. The kiss turns frantic. There's nothing sweet about it. It's just a messy exchange of spit, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Condom?" You whisper into his mouth.

His eyes widen, "Shit! I-I don't have one." He looks about fit to cry, like a child whose favourite toy's been snatched right out his hand.

You almost laugh at his big, glassy eyes, "I'm on birth control. And clean. Are you?"

"I am!" He lets out a little too excitedly.

"Then we don't need a condom. Unless you'd rather not. It's okay. We don't have to if you're not comfortable."

He damn near chokes at that, "You- you mean I g-get to do this raw?" His eyes sparkle like the same toy's been returned to him, with an upgrade.

"Yes," you whisper in a low and sultry voice, "You get to do me raw."

His next groan is almost pained.

"You want to, baby?"

"Please."

You reach between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around him again, giving a few pumps for good measure - and maybe to hear him groan, but nobody needs to know that - and guide him to your entrance.

As you begin to sink down on him, he holds you still with his hands on your hips.

"W-wait. Wait, please."

"Everything okay?"

He laughs, "Yeah, yeah, good. Great. Just.. a little too great."

You don't get what he means and tilt your head.

He lets out another embarassed chuckle, "If you keep going, I might blow right now."

You smile, endeared "It's okay. I already finished earlier, just let go."

He suddenly sits up, and with him still sheathed in you, flips the two of you over, so that now you're on your back and he's hovering over you.

"No, I promised that this is about you. You are cumming at least twice."

Before you can protest, he pulls out just enough, and rams back in. The protest dies in your throat as it makes way for a loud moan to slip out.

"Fuck, so tight. You like that, angel?"

You clutch onto his shoulders as you nod, urging him to keep going.

Lucky for you, he's in no mood to stop.

He grinds and rolls his hips against yours, creating that delicious friction, but it's nowhere near enough for either of you. And that's exactly why he's doing it. He wants to draw this out, as much as he can.

"Angel, you're sucking me in. Won't even let me pull out. You want me that much?"

"So much." Your voice is distant now, lost somewhere in the lustful daze. He can feel it too.

Pulling out, he flips you flat on your stomach, and nudges your legs apart ever so slightly.

You're so far gone in the haze that you don't have it in you to try to take control, something you've always been doing.

But that's just the point, isn't it? To let go for once, to not fight and just give in to the moment.

And then, you feel it once again. That sinful stretch, his cock dragging against your walls. You never want him to stop.

"Oh god, I could spend forever between your thighs."

Funny you say that.

He bends over forward, until his chest and abdomen are flush against your back, legs tangled together. He takes both your hands in his, entwining your fingers together, and resting them on either side of your shoulders.

Locked together like this, he begins moving, slowly fucking into you, hips pushing back and forth.

You've never been with anyone like this. Sure, you've had a lot of sex in your life, there was even a time when you went through a 'bad girl' phase where you tried scoring a new guy every week.

Not my finest moment.

But this? This feels a whole new level of intimacy you've never tapped into.

"Feel good, angel?"

Oh, lord. Could he get any more more perfect?

"Yes, baby. You feel so good." You're not normally very vocal in bed. But, as you'd already established, nothing about this situation was normal.

"Me too, angel, me too. Your cunt is heaven."

You moan at that. You were never one for praise either, especially not the dirty kind.

Fuck, am I not rediscovering myself today.

His hips move rhythmically against your ass, grinding, moving in circles, pistoning, trying all sorts of things. But always at the same slow leisurely pace. You reach your hand back and squeeze his ass, nails digging into the flesh and push him further into you.

You don't know why you do that. Perhaps to get him to increase his pace or because you want to finish. Or.. maybe you just want him close. Close to a level you've never been with anyone.

His hips stutter, ass clenching under your palm, "fuck, d-don't- don't do that. I won't last."

"You don't have to. It's okay, we can do this again. We have all the time in the world. Don't hold back."

"We can?"

"Mhm." You say, noticing that this is the third time he's said something about wanting to make this last. Come to think of it, he was on the verge of cumming when he flipped you. Maybe this position helped him keep it together.

Wow, he must really want this. He must really want.. me.

Your thoughts are pulled from you when his hand reaches under you, rubbing you clit, his movements suddenly frantic, "Want you to come first."

You body begins to thrash as he continues his movements, hips not stopping once, pace increasing ever so slightly. You can feel your orgasm approaching, that familiar feeling rumbling in your stomach.

"So good, so beautiful, angel. My angel, aren't you?"

You don't have it in you to respond - a whimper will have to do - and Felix doesn't seem to want an answer either.

"Look so good like this, under me. Always wanna pleasure you, make you feel good."

God, that deep and rich voice whispering right in your ear was doing things to you.

Your body begins to tremble, thighs shaking.

"You close, angel? Gonna cum around my cock? Show me how good it makes you feel?"

You could feel your sanity chipping away, making room in your head not to be filled with anything. For the first time in what felt like forever, your head was empty. No overthinking, no thoughts, just Felix and his pretty cock and deep voice and angeli-

"Ah- Lix, I'm.. I'm-"

"Let go, angel."

With that, you're screaming, gushing all around his dick, body thrashing about, but you still manage to let out, "Inside, Lix, i-inside.. "

Felix lets out a loud grunt, the loudest he's been until now, "fuck, angel. I love you, fuck, fuck, fuck!" And then he's cumming, his arousal mixing with yours, the forbidden cocktail dripping out of you, over both of you, and onto the sheets. There's just that much of it.

He collapses on top of you, breathing heavy, chest heaving against your back.

Your mind tries to process what he just said, trying to make sense of it, understand the gravity of it. But you don't say anything, giving him the time to come down.

You lay there like that for a while, occasionally kissing, breathing, listening to each other's breathing, and kissing some more.

After a while, he pulls out, and chuckles.

You turn to look at him over your shoulder, to see him looking down at where your bodies were just connected.

"We made a mess. Think it might be a better idea to shower."

You nod, letting him pull you off the mattress. Your legs wobble a little, but he easily catches and steadies you. The trip to the bathroom is brief but your mind is restless. It's replaying the last words he said. Even as he carefully sets the temperature of the water just right, rubbing soap on your tired body with his small hands, kneading out the knots in your back, massaging you all over, his words are stuck in your head, swishing around.

He's massaging your shoulder when you suddenly hear the clearing of a throat, "So, about what I said.. "

Thank god he was willing to address it. You're not sure you could have survived the suspense any longer.

".. I, uh, want you to know that I'm sincere. I've been thinking about being with you ever since we met, and not in the way we were together just now. Uhm, I mean, together together."

You don't note the soft smile that takes over your face, "Me too." You turn around to face him, hands lodging on his shoulders, body naturally leaning into him.

That's the word. Natural. Being with him is so natural, as if you've done this a million times.

"You do?"

"I do. Maybe not love yet, but I'm sure if- when I get to know you, falling for you is going to be so natural."

He smiles at that, "Well, we better get to it then. How about a date tomorrow?"

"Excited, are we?"

"Please, if I could, I would take you out right now, but seeing as how I can barely stand, it will have to wait."

You laugh, feeling giddy and lean forward to peck him on the lips.

"So is that a.. yes?"

"Yes Felix, I'd love that."

He hums, moving forward, nuzzling his head in your shoulder, the voice reverberating from his chest to yours.

"God, your voice" slips out of your mouth without your own permission.

How rude.

"I know you have a thing for it."

"What?" Your cheeks heat up. You thought you weren't making it obvious.

"Why do think I was so talkitive towards the end?"

"I thought you just got mouthy when you were about to come."

"No," He laughs, "it's because I noticed how hot and bothered you got whenever I said something. I was just trying to help you finish."

Oh well, so much for being subtle.

"It's okay," He says picking up, yet again, on your embarrassment, "it can be your own exclusive kink."

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