#one never wants to see an unexpected flash of movement while wet and naked

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Word of the day:

壁虎 bìhǔ / gecko

「氣溫逐漸轉熱，加上台灣夏天天氣潮濕，正是小昆蟲活躍的好時機。有小昆蟲就自然有壁虎（俗稱壁虎、四腳蛇），雖然牠專吃蟑螂、蚊子、螞蟻等害蟲，對人類無害。。。」

[luimagines]

It’s late. I should be asleep. *promptly types this in your inbox* For the Vai Clothes Anons, our dear beloved mod; Pinky and for every Twilight Simp out there. *blows kiss* Ignore all the copious self indulgence.

He hadn’t meant to. He really really really hadn’t meant to.

It all started with those awful wonderful vai clothes Wild had lent out. He hadn’t known you were changing behind that tree, he swears. All he knew was you were standing behind the tree, there was a brief rustle of fabric and a flash of skin before he whipped his head away from you so fast, his neck cracked.

“Wolfie? Are you ok?” He’d barely heard you ask, mind too occupied by the flash of soft skin he’d seen.

He shook his head and planted himself with his back to you to give you privacy. It was an accident, was all. No need to get worked up.

Later, Twilight would pin point that moment as the exact moment Hylia or Farore or some other deity had decided to take notice of his embarrassment and laugh.

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The next time he saw more of you than you intended was when it was just you and him in wolf form. Monster guts had spilt all over your tunic and you plucked at it in disgust. Twilight had been too busy sniffing the air to really take any concern over it when he heard more fabric slid and a wet thump.

He turned his head on instinct and found you with both your over tunic and under tunic off and miles of soft, delicate skin on display for him. He could see the muscle move as you crouched over you bag and pulled out another set of tunics. You looked up and grinned at him.

Twilight felt faint as you approached him and ruffled the fur between his ears.

“Well done. You are such a good boy. Just let me put this on and we’ll go find the others. I bet you don’t want a super stinky friend travelling with you.” You said, a soft coo in your voice.

It took all the strength he had to turn away from the bare belly right in front of his nose and pretend to be interested in a tree as you put your tunics back on.

He had to take some very deep breaths and didn’t make eye contact with you that night when he was back on two legs.

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The third time was his own fault admittedly. Twilight had gotten distracted with playing in the shallows of a slow river while taking a moment to himself. It was nice travelling in a group but he needed a minute or two to himself every so often as they all did.

“Having fun, lovely?” An amused voice called out and he nearly tripped over his own paws when he saw you with your boots off nearby.

Once recovered, he barked happily and splashed some more in the shallows. He was just a happy Wolfie right now. Nothing to see here, nope. (He knew none of the others in the know would ever let him live it but it was making you smile and that was enough.)

Just as he got deep enough to cover his legs without going swimming, he was suddenly splashed from an unexpected source.

Snapping his fangs in surprise, he turned to face whatever it was and was once again greeted with soft bare skin. Only this time the only thing he couldn’t see was the really important bits still covered by your underwear.

Oh sweet Farore, grant him strength. You were in your underwear.

You laughed, bright and loud, and he swore the sun grew brighter for it. But still that was a lot of skin.

You splashed him again and Twilight prayed he could focus on the emerging splash fight and less on the fact he could see exactly how much the sparring practice with the others was effecting you.

He barely spoke to you that night.

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The last time was the final straw. You had gone missing for half an hour and while Time hadn’t been worried, merely giving his protégé a smug look, Twilight had shifted and gone looking for you.

Big mistake. Big big big mistake.

He found you.

You were fine. Perfectly fine!

You were also very very very naked.

Naked and wet.

Did he mention you were naked?

Of course most people are naked and wet when they bathe. That’s how it done.

But you were very very naked and that was a lot of bare skin and he’s never seen your hair flat like that and oh Hylia, kill him now, was that your-

“Wolfie!” You cried in glee.

Twilight startled so hard, he tripped on his paws and fell into the little pond with you. There was a moment of shock and water before strong arms wrapped themselves around him and helped him back on to the bank.

“Wolfie?! Are you okay, lovely? It’s okay. It’s okay.” Hands ran down his back as he hacked up the small amount of water he’d inhaled. He looked up and choked again. You were out of the water, on full display and looking very worried.

Twilight made the tactical decision there and then. He ran back to camp and refused to speak to anyone for the rest of the day.

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You were ignoring him. He’d hadn’t notice for a few days, but the image of you bathing was just starting to fade and he felt like he could actually talk to you again without that being his first thought when he’d finally noticed you not making eye contact.

You avoided him for the whole day, ducking into other conversations and weaving though the group. You even risked egging an argument with Legend to avoid him and that’s when Twilight realised.

You knew.

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“Can I talk to you?” It took Twilight all the courage he had (and some not so little encouragement from Wild, Time and Warriors of all people) and spoke to you that night.

You blinked up at him startled, your bright eyes shining from the lamplight. Eyes that adverted quickly.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Privately. Please.” He clenched his fists, opening and closing them nervously.

The movement caught your eye and you reluctantly got to your feet, trailing after him out of the inn they were stay at in the middle of nowhere and behind the building that backed into the forest. It was a full moon and clear so he could still see your face.

You both stood in silence before you opened your mouth. “Twi, wha-“

I am so sorry!!!” He burst out. He couldn’t take it any more. He hadn’t meant to and now you’d figured it out and thought he was a pervert! (A part of him wondered why it was the pervert thing the worried him more than the shadow magic discovery thing).

You jumped. “What?”

He buried his face in his hands. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for it to happen! I swear! I tried to look away and give you privacy each time!”

You frowned in confusion and you reached out to pull his hands away from his face. “What are you-“

“The fact I saw you naked! I saw you bathing and that time with the monsters and the vai clothes and when we had a splash fight and you were naked and I saw.” He let you pull his hands away only to run it through his hair and tug on it.

You froze. “Twilight. The only one who was there for all that was Wolfie. How’d you… Sweet Courage! You’re Wolfie?!??”

Twilight froze as well as you gaped at him. Ah. “You didn’t know?”

“No!”

Twilight swallowed heavily. So you hadn’t avoided him cause you found out he was Wolfie. Not that that mattered any more cause you did now.

“I’m sorry.” He said weakly. You just stared at him. “I really am! It’s just you were alway so happy to see me and I like your smile and your really attractive and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that no matter how much I liked looking and, oh Farore that makes it sound worse and I just really like…” he started to ramble, the words just spilling all over the place as he foolishly confessed every though he’d had about you from your utterly adorable bed head to the way you smiled to your wonderful personality.

Eventually, you pressed a hand over his mouth. “So you’re Wolfie.”

He nodded. Goddesses he hoped you could still be friends. He’d had his heart broken once, twice would be fine. He’d be fine.

“You liked seeing me naked.”

Again he nodded. He slumped down. There was no way you’d want to stay friends with him now. Who’d want to be friends with a pervert anyway?

The hand moved from his mouth, trailing lightly across his lips, down his neck and rested on his collar. He looked up and saw determination written all over your face with a dark look in your eyes.

“Well then. I hope you don’t mind if the reverse happens at some point.” You plucked daringly at the collar. “After all, I want to see if my dreams were right about you.” It wasn’t darkness in your eyes, it was heat.

Heat Twilight felt fill his own expression as his confidence soared. His hands carefully rested on your waist and he felt the soft skin he’d been dying to sink his teeth into ever since that day with the vai clothes.

“Oh and Twi.”

He was a little focused on the fact you’d slipped his hands over his shoulders and were squeezing them.

Your expression softened although the heat stayed. “I like you too.”

He couldn’t help himself and pulled you flush against him, growling.

Your eyes blew wide with heat and surprise. You pressed firmly against him and started breathing heavily as you clutched his biceps and oh, this was going to be fun.

I have no words.

Insanity.

Truly.

You've killed me.

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Wine { Daniel Ricciardo x reader one shot }

You were invited to a garden party, one of your neighbours was throwing one for the launch of his wine or something, you heard of it before receiving the invite in your mailbox. Weird cause you didn't really known anyone here since you just got here and that neighbour, he was never here but you know from his house that he was rich as fuck.

Anyways you weren't planning on going but free food convinced you, but what to wear now ... to a garden party ? At 7pm ... who does that ? He must be an arrogant prick. You were torn between a sexy dress or a chill outfit ... and you end up with a combination of both, a sexy top and a chill pants . You didn't forget your purse and took your keys, do you really want to drive there ? Well no you were living next door but you did make the walk barefoot cause you didn't want to have sore feet already.

You arrived at your destination and entered the huge house and gave your invitation to a security guy, he did look at you with questioning eyes cause first you still weren't wearing your shoes and secondly you weren't really the type of guest this reception was expecting. What the fuck were you doing here plus more you were actually looking more you didn't see any other neighbour that you recognize.( you didn't know them personal but you always greet them when you see them )

Your shoes back on you start to look around, pretty decoration, very aesthetic and very chic but simple, a bit like yours but you could see some helmets and paintings of cars ? Super cars like the one being driven on circuit ... Formula 1 it was called ... ohhh that would explain a lot about your neighbour ... he must be a F1 driver then. The curiosity was growing inside of you, you knew Lewis Hamilton from this sport, you mean ... knowing is a big word, you've heard his name and saw a picture of him from one of your friends somewhere. If all the drivers were as handsome as Hamilton then your neighbour was getting interesting. What was his name again dammit.

You found the food and took some, not too much to not sound like a bizarre person, you were already underdressed and you were alone, that does look suspect. Socializing wasn't really your forte but some of the guests came to talk to you, they were wearing chill outfits like yours, you felt relief in your heart, like a big weight lifting up, those you will stick to them all evening that was decided. They were his friend to that mysterious guy that you only remember the first letter D. So the friends of D were making you feel at home and asking you random stuff not pressuring you but making you feel so comfortable, so maybe D will not be a prick after all if his friends are this nice. One of his friends, Scott, directed you towards the true star of the party .... THE WINE !!

As soon as you tested it your taste buds went into paradise, the sweet texture, the raspberry taste that was prominent, you liked it right away and wanted to have more. During the whole evening you end up maybe drinking more than you should have and food wasn't making it better. You weren't drunk like a crazy drunk. You just felt more relaxed and laughed with D' friends until you excused yourself because you wanted some water and there was none in the living room. Scott points at you in the direction of the kitchen and tells him you will be back in a sec. His friends were so nice and it felt like you've always known them, they have the same vibe as you and you were already planning on seeing them again this week.

What was strange is that after all this time you still haven't seen the host of the evening, you thought he was speaking with everyone but you would have met by now, you were with his friend after all.

In your thought, the glass of wine in your hand you didn't see the tall person in front of you as you entered the kitchen and kinda crashed into him, the glass of wine ruining his cream pullover. Fuck ... you watch the red spot trying to clean it but you made it worse.

You : Oh I'm so sorry I was in my thoughts, my lord come down here.

You close your fist on his pull and bring him towards the sink without even looking at him or asking him if it was okay. The dude just follows you without complaining, you turn the water, get the closest thing you could get to help and clean it. You were so focused on the spot that you didn't notice he had put his hands on your arms, very warm hands and his chest was firm.

You : Nah take it off I won't be able to take the wine off on you.

Stranger : It's okay really

You hear his voice for the first time and what a voice, sweet like honey but deep as well, from what you could pick from it, he feels amused. You finally look up to see your interlocutor's face and you stay shocked at his, you couldn't react, you froze literally and your cheek went red ... he was handsome and you had way too many glasses of alcohol to behave like a normal being without being embarrassing. Trying your best to put some composure on you but of course he noticed it.

Stranger : We should introduce each other before you take off my clothes, don't you think ? He joked

You throw your name so quickly which made him giggle.

Stranger : Hi nice to meet I'm Daniel

He tried to shake your hand and that's where it hit you, Daniel !! Your neighbour Daniel, the host, the one with the wine !!! You were freaking out in your head but shook his hand

You : Oh I see, I was wondering where the host of the evening was, but I see hiding in the kitchen.

Dan : And I was wondering where the neighbour that my friend kept talking about was and invited me.

You were feeling the alcohol in you taking the place and you knew that the next phrase coming out of you will be out of character.

You : Well if I knew that you were this handsome and hiding here I would have come get water much sooner.

It was his turn to feel shy and scratch his hand, looking away from you he cleared his throat.

Dan : Well I know that's kinda impolite of me to not be with my guest but I've been on the phone all evening, it wasn't planned at all. I'm sorry, am I a bad neighbour ?

You : Don't apologize and you don't have to explain yourself, you are a busy man after all from what I saw. But not to sound too neat freak, your pull over might be ruined. I should be the one apologizing for that.

Dan : Oh it's okay it's not like it was my only clothes.

And with that he took it off, finally you whispered in your head, or by the face he just made you think it was in your head. Damnit ... again not in your head freaking wine

Dan : Ah I see you liked the wine ? I will give you some bottles then, free of charge in the house cause I'm a terrible host.

You both went silent, it wasn't awkward but he was curious about you and why you were looking at his chest like that ... he was wearing a white tee shirt underneath, not like he was naked.

For you it was the layered gold necklaces that threw you off, you loved men wearing jeweled jewelry especially because you had a thing for neck, large neck and god damn that an F1 driver had to have a large neck. You snapped out of it, almost feeling dizzy.

You : Wooo I'm sorry I zoned out ... I think it's the wine, I'm not a bad drinker but the raspberry touch in was my favorite.

You didn't notice you were getting closer to him, like night butterflies attracted to light, your hands were moving on their own, putting the wet tissue you had in one of your hands since you started cleaning his shirt, on the counter and bringing it to his necklaces playing with it. Daniel didn't move, he couldn't. It was like a flash of lightning was striking him down on his feet. He was looking at you helplessly, catching the counter with his hand to keep you both balanced cause he felt like his legs were about to give him up at this instant. That were he takes the time to admire you, how beautiful you were with that sunset lightning hitting you

from the window. His secondhand automatically pushed away the hair that was stopping him to look at your pretty face.

You : I don't know what's happening, you breath out

He heard you thought

Dan : I don't know either but it's not like I want to stop.

You lock eyes with each other and in a last movement you close your fingers against his necklaces, bringing him closer to you, collapsing your lips together, the taste of wine was intoxicating. He responds to your kiss instantly, slowly catching your lips and making you forget every kiss you had before him. You both were in sync, kissing slowly but deeply that it was sloppy. His hands were now on your hip, not letting you go and you were glad anyway cause you just couldn't have enough of this man. The romantic kiss turns to a more ferocious one, bringing teeth and tongue to the party. He was making you moan at every chance he gets cause it was already obsessed with the sound that was leaving your body. You were soon out of breath and had to make your lungs full of oxygens again so you were the first to break the kiss not without having him complaining with a groan.

Your eyes still close, you take a huge amount of air.

You : That was ...

You didn't had the time to finish

Dan : Unexpected

You both : but so good

You both opened your eyes at the same time, they were different from earlier, dark and full of lust for each other.

After a little while catching your breath you were both fighting the urge to kiss again but control yourself.

Dan : Well I'm so glad my friend invited you, they said I needed to know my neighbours, I thought they would invite everyone but I guess they only saw you.

You : Well I'm glad to have forced myself to come even if I didn't want to.

You both laughed and his hands joined yours on the counter, first caressing your skin before intertwining your fingers.

Dan : So do you think it would be impolite of me to just tell everyone to leave ?

That picked the curiosity in you

You : Perhaps yes, since you didn't even show up but I might have an idea.

Dan : I'm listening ...

You : You could simply eclipse yourself by the back door with a couple of wine bottles and I join you outside so we can go to my place and finish whatever is going on between us right now.

Dan : Ouuhhh I dig that plan a lot.

He quickly catch oyu lips before leaving them again

Dan : Meet you outside at 5 ?

You : Yes

You find your best lie to excuse yourself from Daniel's friends, telling them that the wine was getting into your head and that you needed to go home, it wasn't technically a lie though. Of course they ask you if you needed someone to come with you until you're home safe but you reassure them that it was only 200meters away and they let you go.

You felt like a teenager again, meeting Daniel outside of his own house, ruining as quick as you could to go back to your house and spend the most scandalous night you ever experienced with a man.

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Connie smut??

“Unexpected,” Connie x Reader

Pls I’m so scared of not writing Connie right.

Summary: Connie ends up ghosting you as the Scout regiment gets more busy so you unexpectedly join the Scouts, making him regret his actions.

Warnings: a bit sad that turns into smut pls

Connie x Fem!Reader

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It was unexpected when Connie had stopped sending you letters or coming by your place during the weekends when he wasn’t working.

But as the scouts had gotten busier, you heard less from him and soon enough he disappeared as a whole. There were times when you would go over to the base to see if he was okay just to be told by his friends that he was ‘busy’ and couldn’t come to the door to talk to you.

After that you had a brief moment of feeling broken and sad. The chemistry you two shared was something you cherished deeply and held it close to your heart. You two were always close before he went off to the training corps and after he was done with that, he had admitted his feelings for you and wanted to move forward and you accepted.

He always knew how to make you laugh and make you happy. He knew you better than anyone and he also cared about you more than anything. He didn’t mean to ghost you but he just felt like it was better for you so you didn’t get hurt.

He didn’t want you worrying or wonder if he’ll make it back alive. He felt like you deserved better than him and he wanted to let you live happily even if that meant him ghosting you.

You thought he was a complete idiot. You knew about him always making dumb decisions without thinking them through and always doing something reckless so him ghosting you didn’t break you down heavily but it did hurt.

After some time, you had started to miss him to the point where his habits had passed on to you, making you be reckless and make that last minute decision to join the scouts.

Of course it wasn’t easy, it took time but you managed and you were a lot stronger than what people see you as.

Once you had managed to make it into the scouts, it wasn’t long until you were noticed by the top tier scouts, such as Levi and Hange.

When Connie’s eyes seen you the first day you came, being shown around and talked to by Hange, his heart had gone up to his throat. The way you still looked so beautiful, it had caught him completely by surprise. He was speechless.

Throughout the whole day he watched you train, watched you show your training skills to the scouts and impressed nearly everyone. He was so stunned, he couldn’t stop watching you and he started to regret leaving you behind all alone.

He loved you, of course he loved you way too much. You were a beautiful prize in his eyes, he was always grateful and appreciative to have someone like you.

Fuck, he missed you so much and just looking at you right now- he had to hold himself back from running up to you and hugging you, kissing you and so much more.

It didn’t take him long to finally get you alone, grabbing your arm and shoving you inside his bedroom on the base and closed the door behind him, he wasn’t utterly mad but he was shocked and upset you risked joining the scouts.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice quiet as his large eyes searched yours.

“Uhh, you mean what I’m doing at my own job?” You said in a confused tone and he shook his head.

“You know what I mean, Y/N.”

“Riiight, let me ask a better question. Why did you ghost me?” You abruptly said and it made a sad expesssion come across his face.

“It wasnt on purpose, I just- I felt like you were better off.” Connie simply shrugged and you stared at him like he was an idiot.

“Don’t tell me shit about what you thought was better for me. You were better for me, Connie.” You stared at him, growing irritated but you couldn’t stay mad at him.

You leaned over and gently punched his arm playfully, trying to hit some sense into him. You wanted to punch him in the face, you wanted to hurt him and make him feel the pain you felt when he left you with no answers but seeing his face had made your knees grow weak and you had no control of your sudden actions.

You were quick to cup his cheeks and smash your lips onto his, catching him off guard as his back hit the wall behind him but he didn’t hesitate to move his lips with yours, his hands reaching down to wrap around your waist.

You both had missed each other so much it was lingering off the both of you and into the air as the tension grew thick. Your heart had fluttered from the soft touch of his lips on yours, making you realize just how much you still love him.

Connie felt the exact same, seeing your face had brought so many memories back for him. From when you were kids to now, everything had flashed before his eyes and his love for you had blossomed once again, making him realize just how much of an idiot he was for disappearing on you.

You were the best thing to happen to him, you pushed him forward and encouraged him, wanting him to strive to be the best version of himself. You were one of a kind and he hated how he left you so suddenly and never gave it a second thought. You were worth more than that.

His heart had pounded inside of his chest, it felt like it was going to explode with happiness but also sadness from the lingering guilt he felt for hurting you. He didn’t deserve to have you here kissing him but he didn’t want to push away, he didn’t want you to slip away again.

He took the opportunity to lead you towards his bed, sitting down on the edge and instantly pulling you down on his lap with his hands, not wasting anymore time- afraid it’ll be ripped away. You were breathless against his lips, the soft touches and the way his tongue had slipped into your mouth- you had instantly melted against him.

He was your safe haven, he was your home, he was everything you needed and more.

Your small hands had moved down, wrapping your arms around his neck as your chests press against one another and soft hums left your lips before you ended up pulling back to catch some of your breath, your eyes connecting with his and you could see the hint of sparkle in them, making your heart flutter.

“I missed you so much, you have no idea.” Connie spoke up first, one of his hands cupping your cheek and the other rested on your hip as he stroked his thumb over your skin.

“I’m sorry.” He said again, the guilt weighing on him heavily and he hoped you would forgive him, maybe go back to the way things were before.

You shook your head, shushing him as your fingertips traced along his skin on the back of his neck. The sudden reminder of him ghosting you entered your mind but the way he apologized and looked genuine and looked upset with what he had done- it somewhat made your heart flutter.

Your lips landed on his again, trailing your hands down his chest and reached down to grab the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head and connected eyes with him. He was in awe, watching your movements and letting you take his shirt off before finally taking some control and tugging the uniform off your body.

He didn’t even let you do anything else but wrap your arms back around him as he left you half naked on his lap. His tongue running over his dry lips, his eyes scanning over your body and leaned over to pepper kisses down to your neck, leaving wet sloppy kisses down to your chest.

Reaching around, he was quick to unclip your bra and let it slide off your arms and onto the floor. His rough hands had replaced your bra and cupped your breasts gently, giving them a firm squeeze while sucking bruises on your soft skin, making soft breaths leave your parted lips.

“Connie,” The way his name slipped effortlessly from your lips had made a sudden switch in him flip.

The sudden feeling of what was happening and how your voice had brought him back to reality, making him realize just how badly he had fucked up and how much he missed you. It was all clouding inside of his head, almost making him lightheaded.

His soft eyes looked up at your face, his heart pounding inside of his chest and his hands slowly slipped down to grab a firm grip of your hips, almost tugging you closer to him even though you were already pretty close. He planted one kiss on your jawline, his fingertips brushing along your skin and grabbing the hem of your underwear.

The sudden actions of him moving to where you were laying down on his bed, his body hovering over yours and his fingers tugging the waistband before sliding your underwear down your legs painfully slow. He never usually took his time when in bed with you, not that it was always rushed- he just never fully got a chance to be able to have his way with you for hours because of the Scouts.

But this time was different, he couldn’t care less about his duties or what he was supposed to be doing right now, all he wanted was you and to let you know that his full attention was on you, no matter if this lasted minutes or hours.

His rough hands had grabbed a hold of your legs, spreading them apart in front of him and he couldn’t help but hum to himself, his eyes devouring every inch of your body and it had made your skin grow quite hot in seconds, the nerves kicking in and making you feel shy all over again.

But Connie didn’t care to notice, he was in awe of you and he finally leaned down, planting sloppy wet kisses up your leg and to your inner thigh. He had playfully sunk his teeth in your skin, leaving a nasty bruise and then trailing up to leave a few more. He wanted to make sure you were reminded of who you belong to.

You couldn’t even think straight, your mind clouded and the only thoughts you had were set on him. Your small hands had reached down and landed on the back of his head, there wasn’t much to grab but you insisted on trying to pull his head up to where you needed him the most, feeling him laugh against your thigh.

“Stop being so needy or else I’ll tease you all night.” He suddenly said, his eyes meeting yours and suddenly a lump had formed inside of your throat.

“Got it?” He asked, his fingertips digging into your thighs and you slowly nodded your head but the way he squeezed your thighs tighter, it made a soft noise slip from your lips.

“Got it, sorry.” You managed to mumble out and that satisfied him enough to continue his previous actions, making you almost whine.

“Good girl.”

The change in his behavior and the actions he’s never really done in bed before was all a new experience to you but you couldn’t complain, it was actually making you more wet as time went on and he knew that, that’s why he was going so damn slow but he also wanted to admire you like the gem you are.

Once he was high enough, still kissing the very top of your inner thigh, you could feel his breath hitting your core and it made you squirm beneath him, wanting to shut your legs but the firm grip he had on them, it was nearly impossible to try to pry them shut.

The way your skin felt like it was boiling hot, everything he was doing to you was making you all hot and bothered. He could tell just how bad you were aching just by the look of you but he played it off as if he wasn’t paying much attention to your whines and squirming body, instead he wanted to make this worth every second.

“Connie..” You said his name again, his big eyes meeting yours while he gave a firm squeeze of your upper thighs, smirking at you.

“Hm?” He was teasing you beyond what he has done before, making you all that impatient and needy, you were a complete mess and he knew that.

“C’mon, quit teasing.” You barely managed to stutter out considering how slow his hands were rubbing your thighs just below where you wanted his fingers to touch you most. He was driving you crazy.

“Teasing?” He tried to play it off, his smirk only growing wider and suddenly his fingers were hovering over your clit, gently brushing his fingers over it before firmly pressing them down and rubbed in a painfully slow motion.

You couldn’t even open your mouth to say anything else, you threw your head back against the mattress and kept your tight grip on his head as his fingers teased you, his eyes burning into your face as he watched. The way your face mixed with pleasure and your mouth parted open, a soft moan slipping out- it all made him hungry but he held himself back, this was about you.

“I’m going to make you beg for it all night.” His words were low but enough to make you buck your hips up into his hand and that had made him push them back down with his free hand.

He was going to make sure this lasted and have you a complete mess afterwards, no matter how many rounds it’ll take.

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was going to finish this but it’s pretty long enough, if anyone wants the rest then lmkkkk and I’ll make a part 2 <3

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When the Sun Goes Down

This story is a heavily edited adaptation of “Gabriel-Ernest”, written by H.H. Munro in 1909. I owe this whole story to @tinyplaidninjas​ (thank you for helping me fix my werewolf story dilemma).

This is almost 3k words long, fair warning

tw: kinda horny, nudity

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"There is a wild beast in your woods," said Lambert, as the two men were being driven to the station. It was the only remark he’d made during the drive, but since Geralt had talked incessantly about his latest publication in the Kaedwen Journal of Medicine, his half-brother’s silence had not been noticeable.

"A stray fox or two, or perhaps some wandering brownies. Nothing more formidable," said Geralt. His brother said nothing.

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"What did you mean about a wild beast?" Geralt asked later, when they were on the train platform with their bags and tickets in hand. Geralt was bound for his private woodland estate while Lambert was making his way into town to visit with friends. 

"Nothing. Probably just my wild imagination running away with me again. Here comes the train," Lambert rushed. 

Geralt found it odd, but said nothing. Perhaps he should not have gone on at length about the Medical Journal in the carriage. Perhaps Lambert was tired or overanxious about his meeting with Aiden. It had been years since the two college friends had seen each other in person and Geralt knew that his brother held the other, equally brilliant artist in high esteem. Surely, that was the reason for Lambert’s odd dismissal of his questions.

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Once he’d returned to his estate and unpacked his bags, Geralt decided to take a stroll through the woods. He often took a leisurely walk in the late afternoon; the trees were full of chittering animals and preening birds this time of day, after all. The natural scientist and medical doctor found the great outdoors to be brimming with new discoveries. He wanted to pick everything apart and reassemble it accurately and down to the last minute detail. He wanted to know why certain animals behaved the way they did and how they communicated with each other. He wanted to know why the little white flowering plants in his yard only bloomed every other day. He craved the answer to the universal question of why as it applied to everything.

The doctor would often spend long afternoons sitting absolutely still in the center of his garden, observing the wildlife as it moved around him. Last summer he’d even managed to get a wild rabbit to eat out of his hand. 

Now, though, the forest path seemed uncomfortably quiet. Had a larger predator taken to wandering his grounds? If so, he’d need to send word to a local hunter’s lodge and request assistance in ridding himself of the pest. As he was debating who to inquire after, he came across an unusual sight.

On a shelf of smooth stone overhanging a deep pool just to the side of the path, a boy of eighteen lay asprawl. He was drying his tan, dripping limbs luxuriously in the light of the late-summer sun and he had very few cares about doing so, according to his state of complete undress. His wet brown hair, (disheveled as it was by a recent mussing with his long, slender fingers) and bright blue eyes, so light that there was an almost cat-like gleam to them, were aimed in Geralt’s direction with a sense of lazy watchfulness. 

He was an unexpected although not unwelcome apparition, and Geralt found himself quite ignoring his eldest brother’s good advice of “thinking before one spoke”. He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest in what he hoped was a stance of great authority. 

"What are you doing on my property?" he demanded. “And have you no shame? Trespassing for a cool dip in the water I could forgive, but you don’t even have the proper clothing to do so.”

"Obviously I came here to have a swim and sun myself," replied the boy. “I rather like how it feels to be bare beneath the warmth of the open sky.”

"Where do you live?" Geralt inquired, stepping closer. Every instinct in his body was telling him to run. To flee this place and the presence of his estate’s mysterious visitor.

"Here and there within these woods."

"You can't live in the woods," Geralt frowned. “It’s not proper.”

"They are very nice woods," said the boy. To Geralt his tone sounded almost patronizing. Borderline condescending. The doctor bristled and stepped forward again. 

“You can’t possibly be surviving out here like this!”

“I am rather proficient at fending for myself.”

"Then where do you sleep at night?"

"I don't sleep at night,” the boy winked one of his cornflower eyes. The movement had Geralt’s head reeling and his heart thundering within the confines of his waistcoat. “That's my busiest time, dear heart."

"What do you eat?" the young professor and doctor finally asked. It felt as if that question had been on the tip of his tongue since he’d seen the strange creature come into view and only now did he have the adequate terror in his veins to ask it. 

"Flesh," said the boy. He said the word slowly and carefully, almost as if he was running his tongue along every later to catch their flavor.

“What a horrible thing to say.”

“Hmm, it is the truth,” the slender youth rolled onto his back and tilted his head over the stony ledge. His mop of chestnut hair dangled down towards the water and he gazed steadily at the doctor from upside down, “I am plenty good at catching hares and birds and mice and men. I am not picky, you see. I gobble them all up.”

Geralt nearly choked on his tongue. His face flushed and his cheeks grew hot with indignance (and perhaps something else, a stirring in his belly that he quietly ignored). The audacity of such a creature! Such open and frank fliration was unheard of, especially since he was so indecorously nude!

"I can’t imagine you’re eating well. The rabbits on my estate have never been easy to trap or catch or corner. Not even my father’s best games keeper could do it, and that man lived on the property for nearly sixty years.”

"It is easier for me to hunt them than it is for your game keeper to trap them, Dr. Bellegarde,” the boy winked again. The sound of his name in the stranger’s mouth had Geralt mildly panicked. Did he know this improper young villain? Had he forgotten the boy’s name? Had the lad followed him back from university? The strange young man added another cryptic statement, “At night I hunt on four feet. It’s faster that way.”

"I suppose you’re referring to a dog?" Geralt offered. “And wouldn’t that be considered poaching, you hunting on my lands at night with your hound?”

The boy laughed a weird, low laugh; it was pleasantly like a chuckle and disagreeably like a snarl. Both portions of the sound had Geralt’s heart racing even faster in his chest. It felt nearly as painful as he’d expected from cardiac distress and he breathed evenly like he’d been taught to do under such duress. Slowly, the panicked feeling faded away and he gazed back at his trespasser with narrowed eyes. “Why are you laughing, then?”

"I don't think any dog would be very anxious for my company, especially not at night. We wouldn’t get along with each other, me and a dog.”

Geralt began to suspect (with a deep and primal sense of ever growing dread) that there was something odd and uncanny about the strange-eyed, silver-tongued youth lounging above the pond. He uncrossed his arms and put his hands on his hips, “Well you can’t keep sleeping in the woods.”

“I fancy you’d rather not have me in your house.”

The prospect of this wild, naked animal loose in the professor’s neatly ordered and well-kept manor was certainly an alarming one. Geralt glared and shook his head, dislodging some of his long white hair from its ribbon. 

"If you don't go then I shall have to make you.”

The boy flipped onto his front in a flash and plunged into the pool. In the span of a moment he had crossed the short expanse of water and flung his glistening body half-way up the bank where Geralt was standing. For an otter the movement would not have been remarkable; for a boy it was sufficiently startling. Geralt’s leather-booted foot slipped as he jerked backwards involuntarily. After his arms windmilled for a moment and his balance failed him, the young doctor found himself almost prostrate on the slippery weed-grown shore of the pond with those cat-like blue eyes mere inches from his own. 

He raised a hand to his throat instinctively and the boy laughed again; a laugh in which the snarl had nearly driven out the chuckle entirely. Then, with another of his astonishing lightning movements, the naked youth plunged out of view into a yielding tangle of weed and fern.

"What an extraordinarily wild animal!" said Geralt as he picked himself up. Then he recalled Lambert’s remark on the train station’s waiting platform: "There is a wild beast in your woods."

As he meandered his way back towards the manor proper, Dr. Bellegarde began to turn over in his mind some of the various local occurrences which might be traceable to the existence of his astonishing young savage.

According to the local paper, gathered the day previous by his valet, something had been thinning the game in the woods lately. Poultry had gone missing from several neighboring farms and factories, hares and rabbits were growing unaccountably scarcer, and complaints had reached the local constabulary of lambs being carried out of their pastures in the hills. Could it be possible that this wild boy was really hunting the countryside with a pack of obedient hounds? 

The oddly pretty creature had spoken of hunting "four-footed" by night, but then, again, he had hinted strangely at no dog caring to come near him, "especially at night." It was certainly puzzling. 

And then, as Geralt was running his mind over the various odd occurrences he’d heard reported from the village in the past few months, he came suddenly to a dead stop. The young man that had gone missing from the milling town upriver two months ago--the accepted theory was that he had tumbled into the millwheel and been swept away; but the boy’s mother had insisted that merely run away with some village girl (who had also disappeared). 

He thought of the village youngster, who’d been applying to attend Oxenfurt at the time of his mysterious yet apparent death. Perhaps they were one in the same; but then, why in all the world, would a college hopeful by lying naked in the woods outside Dr. Bellegarde’s lonesome manor house? It was odd. Very odd.

"Where's your voice gone to, Doctor?" asked his housekeeper, Ms. Merrigold. "One would think you had seen a wolf on your walk."

At breakfast next morning, Geralt was overwhelmingly conscious that his feeling of uneasiness regarding yesterday's episode with the boy had not wholly disappeared. He had decided to go into the village and talk with Lambert about the “beast in his woods” and learn what his brother had really seen that had made him so twitchy. With his day planned and his mind slightly more settled, his usual cheerfulness partially returned. The doctor hummed a bright little melody as he sauntered to the morning-room for his customary cup of tea with Ms. Merrigold. 

As Geralt entered the morning-room and scanned the familiar space his humming made way abruptly for a quietly shouted curse. Gracefully laid out atop his red velvet settee, in an attitude of almost exaggerated repose, was the boy from the woods. He was drier than when the doctor had last seen him, but still he remained entirely naked. Every inch of his lovely, soft-looking skin was on display; Geralt averted his eyes as quickly as possible and tried to hide his blushing face from the grinning minx.

"How dare you come in here like this!” he huffed.

"You told me I was not allowed to stay in the woods," said the boy calmly. He propped his elbow up on the cushion and laid his cheek against his palm, languidly stretching his legs out at the same time. The doctor breathed deeply and kept his eyes firmly locked with the strange young man’s. 

"I did not invite you to come here!"

“Then I have misunderstood,” the boy sighed. The hand that had been supporting his head moved down and flattened against the settee. His arm straightened and his torso lengthened with the movement. Now sitting with one knee resting slightly bent atop the other, his hair messy and his shockingly blue eyes half-lidded, he looked like the painting of a young Cupid. 

“Triss!” Geralt called, desperate for another person to intervene on his behalf. To save him from this tempting little beast. “Triss, fetch one of the pantry boys. We have a guest and he’s...he’s quite out of sorts.”

“Yes, Dr. Bellegarde,” his housekeeper called back. “Right away, sir!”

The boy giggled from the couch and Geralt whirled back to look at him. His finger was playing gently with the plumpest part of his lip and the young professor found himself flushing yet again. “Yes, Dr. Bellegard. Hurry to cover me up right away.” 

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Lambert was less than helpful when Geralt first asked about the beastly reference he’d made at the station.

"My dear father died of some brain trouble," he explained, "So you will understand why I am averse to dwelling on anything of an impossibly fantastic nature that I may see or think that I have seen. I don’t even know that I saw anything, you understand?”

"I am a medical doctor, Lambert, of course I understand. But what did you see?" Geralt inquired. “I must know.”

"What I thought I saw was something so extraordinary that no really sane man could dignify it with the credit of having actually happened. I was standing at the end of the lane near your manor property, half-hidden in the hedge growth by the orchard gate. I’d been watching the dying glow of the sunset and committing to memory for use in a future painting. Nothing extraordinary, of course, but beautiful nonetheless. 

“It was then that I became aware of a naked boy. I assumed that he was a bather from some neighboring pool who was standing out on the bare hillside, also taking a moment to watch and appreciate the sunset. His pose was so suggestive of some wild faun of Pagan myth that I instantly wanted to engage him as a model, and in another moment I think I should have hailed him over to my hiding spot to discuss such a matter. Just then, however, the sun was lost over the edge of the horizon and the last of its warm orange glow slid away. The landscape was left a cold and gloomy grey.”

“And what of the boy? Your language is poetic, Lambert, but I’ve grown rather impatient!”

“The boy was gone, Geralt!”

"What? Did he simply vanish into nothing like some ghost or phantom?"

"No; that’s the most terrifying part, you see," answered the artist; "That’s the whole reason I didn’t want to tell you about this problem in the first place. Geralt, my dearest brother, on the open hillside where my momentary muse had been standing a second before, there was a wolf instead. It had shaggy brown-black fur and huge, gleaming fangs. Most terrifying of all were its huge, bright blue eyes.”

Geralt’s mind whirled with the new information. Lambert had indeed given him the details he’d so desperately needed to draw his final, strange conclusion: the boy was a werewolf! He thanked his younger half-sibling and made his departure, hurrying back to the manor as quickly as possible.

He had to make it home before dark.

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“The moon isn’t full tonight,” the boy sighed. Triss had managed to wrestle him into a clean shirt and a pair of cropped blue breeches but despite the clothing he still seemed to ooze a sense of easy, naked confidence. The slim brunette was draped across the chaise lounge of Geralt’s personal study, his bare feet hanging over the arm. 

“So?”

“So I will not transform into the horrible monster you fear I shall become,” he sighed again. He rolled his eyes in Geralt’s direction and smirked. “You and your housekeeper are safe. As is your cook, your pageboy, your valet, and your terribly friendly mare. Roach, right?”

“Hmm. You’ve been through my things?”

“Triss allowed me to wander the house and the grounds but then she forced me to bathe again when I came back in,” he frowned. “Soap does not agree with me and neither do these prickly, constricting clothes.”

“And your name?” Geralt asked, finally. “Since you have proven to know me already.”

“You may call me Jaskier,” the boy said, popping up from the couch. He offered his hand, which Geralt shook rather nervously. “And I’ve already decided that I’m going to be staying for awhile.”

“Why should I allow you to stay?” the young doctor bristled. “What have you to offer me in return for room and board?”

“I have no money, but I’m a wonderful gardener and I’m sure that there are, Dr. Bellegarde, other ways we can pass the time together. I sense that we are kindred spirits in many ways.”

Geralt blushed and swallowed hard, blinking down at the boy, whose fingers were playing with the material of the doctor’s cravat. His blue eyes peeked up through their bordering black lashes and Geralt’s will crumbled to dust. “Alright. I suppose you can stay; if it keeps the village safe.”

“Very safe,” the werewolf, Jaskier, smiled. His delicate little paw with its long, lithe fingers spread over the material of Geralt’s silk waistcoat, right over his heart. “So very safe, indeed.”

[secondhand-trash]

Light As A Feather

A/N: right, so this is not planned at all but I just have to because soft morning sex with birb is all that I can think of now.

Pairing: Takami Keigo x f!reader

Description: You had always loved his wings. But it was this one particular morning when he realised just how much you loved his feathers.

Warning: nsfw below cut(feather fucking which I’m pretty sure isn’t the most hygienic unless those feathers are meant for this specifically purpose so please don’t put random objects up your coochie thanks? I guess?)

Word count: 2479

Taglist (aka thank you for supporting my weird fixation): @redbeanteax​ @monst​

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The morning sun spilled from the blowing curtains into the room, the best type of morning call was the warmth that slowly crept onto your face. Blinking to accustom to the light, it took a while for you to even get past that slight weight on your lids that was luring you to just let them fall and drift back to sleep again. 

You always woke up on your side, with your left arm tugged under the pillow and the other gripping at the corner of the blanket. It was a bad habit formed early on in your childhood, you could not fall asleep in any other position. You felt the most safe that way.

Feeling a slight stiffness along your shoulders, you tried to stretch your limbs only to find your movements being heavily restricted by the arm draping over your waist and the wing that was covering you like your own personal down blanket.

You took back what you just said, you felt the most safe when you fell asleep in Keigo’s arms and with his wings casually slung over your frame.

The same wings that were now gently rubbing against your skin as their owner let out soft snores in his sleep had been quite the struggle at the start of your relationship. It took a very long while for him to figure out just how the two of you could both lay down on the same mattress without him hitting you in the face with feathers with an unconscious turn during his sleep or how those two long flaps could possibly be accommodated without the risk of you rolling onto it and crush the bones of their unalarmed owner at any given moment. The process was one of trial and error to say the least, and Keigo was still somewhat petty about the fact that spooning was out of consideration given that he could not just sacrifice one side of his trusty wings and let it go numb from being laid onto.

Many nights of cramps from weird postures later, you two had settled with the only one that could fit all of your needs. You on the side as you preferred and him sleeping on his chest with his face arched to the side, allowing those glorious wings to sprawl out however they desired too.

They were a trouble to work with, and you still woke up to find small feathers in your mouth occasionally, but you did love his wings. They just gave him such a unique flare, which you refused to tell him upfront after that one time you complimented him on their shade and he refused to fold them up for a week because his ego was way too well boosted.

But all in all, you did love his wings, almost as much as you loved the owner of those wings, who was still in his own sweet slumber, completely unaware of how his lover was dazed out as they studied him in his sleep.

He looked like a child in his sleep, with his golden locks messily all tangled up and his lips slightly parted, a trail of drool at the corner of his mouth. It was rare to see him with his guard down like this, a bliss that only you were allowed to witness. The early sunlight was doing wonders on him, the mellow shine made him look like some finely crafted statue carved out of marble and adorned with gold accents. 

You smiled to yourself as you reached out to move the strand of hair that fell onto his face, unable to resist the temptation to disturb the sleeping angel. You never took yourself as the sappy type, but you guessed that love could make a poet out of anyone.

The velvet soft feathers brushed against your arms, ruffling a bit as Keigo stirred awake. You watched as he slowly fluttered his eyes open, yawning before a lazy grin found their way to his face when he woke up to see you not even bothering to hide your stare at him. “Were you watching me sleep?”

You laughed as he rolled onto his side to look at you. “Maybe.”

The shift of his body made the blanket slid down, stopping at his waist and putting his naked chest on full display. It was then that you remembered just how naked you were and pulled the blankets a bit higher to your collar bone.

He definitely noticed your movement. The narrowing of his eyebrows and the growing smirk on his face was nothing less than suggestive, a naked reminder of the sweet loving he drowned you in last night.

“Why the shyness all of a sudden?” He asked, his voice still hoarse from the sleep, “You weren’t shy when you were scratching at my back last night.”

The bold reminder only made what the many erotic scenes flashed before your eyes. The way his brows knitted together as he plowed into you, the feeling of his lips on your neck, the red that took over your vision as you cling onto him, his wings still spread out proudly even at times of intimacy as if he wanted to have them carved into your memory forever. Although it was far from the first time and even further away from being the last time you slept with the man, there was still something about being with him that made your entire body heated up.

“A bit embarrassed because you caught me staring, that’s all.” You mumbled, slowly caressing the tip of his wings in an sudden overwhelmed rush of affection. You wished you could wake up to him every morning, you really could never get enough of him.

A sudden pull at your arm made you yelp and you found yourself under the body of your lover, the blanket that covered your abdomen discarded to the floor. Keigo was grinned at you, his wings at either side of you and acted as the only cover the two of you had gotten.

“I do quite like the way you stare at me,” he said as he leaned down to place wet kisses along your jaw all the way to your neck, “and how you touched my wings earlier, always get me going.”

You laughed, and boy did it make his heart flutter. There were often times when he found himself absolutely dumbfounded by how breathtaking you looked, laying underneath him with a smile on your face, like you knew exactly what effect you have on him and it drove him wild. You said, rather unaware of how your mindless words came out as nothing but sultry to him, “I do quite like the way you touch me as well.”

In an attempt to push himself off of the mattress and moved himself lower against you, the tips of his wings brushed across the side of your stomach and you back arched, goose bumps immediately forming with the ticklish sensation. Your reaction to such an innocent gesture on his part was unexpected, and it amused him so much that another idea started forming in his head.

A whine escaped your lips when you felt the same feeling but this time circling your nipple. Forcing your eyes open against the overwhelming feeling that was fogging over your head, your boyfriend’s lazy smirk only fueled the wetness that was starting to pool up at your core.

He had carefully plucked one of the longer feathers on his back and traced the soft tip along where he knew that you were the most sensitive, testing his own theory a bit and utterly astonished to find that he was right. “You do like being touched,” he whispered, drawing out another mewl from you when he flicked the feather onto the peak that was hard and begging for attention, “so much that you would take even a feather.”

Your breath hitched when the tickling lifted only to go on to tease you on the other side. Your toes curled at how the tingles on your skin remained even when the feather was gone. The feather light teases he was giving you left you unsatisfied, and what lingered on you only made you crave more.

“Keigo, please...” your own voice sounded weak with the shivers that went down your back, each word that came out of your mouth sounded more like a whine than it did actual phrases and it sent a throb of excitement down him. “don’t tease.”

The cry that left your mouth when you felt the finger tracing your sopping folds was purely indecent. As he collected your essence on his digits, he groaned at how wet you were. “You’re practically dripping and I haven’t even touched you for real yet.”

Biting your lips no longer work in keeping all the noises in when you felt his fingers spreading your pussy apart and a familiar flicker against your clit. You hissed at the feeling. The fact that such a small movement could sent your entire body to heat up and even more of your arousal leaking onto his fingers was unbelievable. “Please, I need you so badly...”

“What do you need?” He said, tilting his head and pretending that he was confused as he let the feather drawn on the side of your labia, “You need me to touch you?”

Your hands gripped onto the sheets beneath you when his knuckle brushed past your slit. “Yes.”

“You need me to stuff your greedy hole with my cock?”

Your walls clenched at his filthy words. “Yes-”

He clicked his tongue, and it was shameful how his mocking of your desperation only fueled you further. “How about no?”

Without a warning, he slid the long feather into your opening. You cried out, no, you screeched when the thin vanes rubbed against your walls. It was like there was nothing inside of you with how little girth it provided but the tip of the shaft and each section of the feather barely scratching past you put you in your place right where Keigo wanted you to be.

As he continued his ruthless teasing, you felt like you didn’t have control over yourself. Your slick made each section of the feather stuck together, the spikiness that it provided made its presence even more prominent. You writhed beneath him and your breaths became rigid, your face burnt at how turned on you were by being fucked by your own boyfriend’s feathers, the ones that you were staring into as his frame remained on top of yours.

He wasn’t sure if he was being too mean on you, but he loved the way you were slowly losing your mind underneath him. Your eyes staring up at him even though they were barely focused with the hazy pleasure he was providing, the way they were clouded over with wanton lust pulling at his self-restraint that was preventing him to just scratch all this and plunge into you. He could imagine how blissful it would be to have you wrapped up around his erection, he would not have any trouble sliding it right in with the way you grew wetter and wetter by seconds as his feather trickled your senses.

You could feel the knot twisting in your stomach and you wanted nothing more than for him to just give it to you. “Keigo!"

The way his name spilled out of your lips like some sort of mantra had him weak, he could not keep up with his own game with the dull ache that was growing in between his legs. “What do you want?” he said and you whined when he suddenly stopped the movement of his hand all together. The loss of friction made you want to scream.

“I want you to fuck me-” It did not take another word from you as he pulled the feather out of your cunt, the drag of the spiky vanes along your walls made you moan which turned into a sharp mewl when he shoved his entire length in you with one swift movement.

All that teasing earlier made you extra sensitive, and you clenched around him the moment there was finally something that could provide the stretch you were craving. He groaned at the contraction, you were so warm and so wet and so ready for him. He did not waste another breath before he started thrusting up vigorously. The feeling of the head of his cock rubbing past your walls made your roll your eyes back to the back of your head and your hands went to his back, gripping onto the source of your stimulation just then.

Your hands at his wings sent a pleasurable pain down his back, and the chills that went up his spine only made him drill into you even harder with more force than before. Already worn out from earlier, you knew that you could not last much longer as the coil inside of you only tightened, and tightened, until it snapped and tears prickled at the corner of your eyes.

Your head threw back at the pleasure but he immediately gripped onto your jaw and angled your face so that you were looking directly into his eyes. 

“I want to see your face as you cum on my cock,” he gritted in between his teeth, a bead of sweat rolled down from his forehead while the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the walls never once eased, “I want to watch you fall apart.”

With one final push, you came crashing down. It did not take long for his high to approach with the way your pussy clenched around him, his brows knitted together and his wings shaking as he filled your insides with his warm seed. Your mind was hazy from the pleasure, but somehow the corner of your lips tugged up at how you could see this sight and had this feeling just merely the night before and still felt the impact just as much.

Pulling you close to him as he collapsed on the mattress next to you, you snuggled up to his side with a grin. Retreating your hands that were still hanging off his back, you nearly screamed when you saw the tiny pieces of feather that was in between your fingers.

“Oh god, I am so sorry.” You said in horror at how you had unintentionally plucked out his most precious feathers in the heat of the moment.

He chuckled and kissed you to hush you up. “It’s alright, it’ll grow back out in no time.” A mischievous glimmer sparked through his eyes as he continued, “You know, since you already plucked them out, it would be a waste if we don’t use it to its maximum potential- ouch, ouch! I’m sorry! Stop plucking, they’ll go bold-”

[mrsbhandari]

10 pm

a/n: hello!! this idea just popped into my head so I hope you enjoy it! i know i always love me some soft ethan ❤️

words: 2k

warnings: soft smut, nsfw

summary: It was 10 pm when he walked through the door of his apartment, his feet aching and his ears uncomfortable with the silence.

tagging(also i completely lost my tag list when i went mia so i apologize if i forgot to tag you): @anotherbeingsworld @theeccentricbibliophile @mvalentine

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It was 10 pm when he walked through the door of his apartment, his feet aching and his ears uncomfortable with the silence. Dalia was supposed to be through with her own shift in half an hour, which meant she would be home in forty-five minutes. He ran through the timeline in his head and decided to wait twenty minutes for dinner, giving him twenty minutes to throw his bag down and take a quick shower to wash off the stress of the day. There was so much incompetent sandwhiched into his shift that he really felt the only way to get rid of it was to wash it all down the drain. 

He was about 75% of the way through dinner when he heard her key in the door, Dalia’s face appearing for a flash just before shutting the door. Whenever she came home to him cooking, she would always say, “Mm! Smells good.”

“Mm! Smells good.” He smiled. “Hello, Chef Ramsey,” she teased, placing her own bag next to his. He smiled even bigger and looked towards her, grin bright as she started to take off her shoes. 

“Hello,” was his simple greeting, more communicated in the single word than most can put in a ten minute speech. She soaked in the underlying layers and walked towards him, finally barefoot. 

“How was work?”

“How is it that so much ineptitude can still exist in someone who went to school for eight years?”

She winced and placed a hand on his cheek. “That bad, huh?” He only hummed his response and leaned into her touch. “Well, I’m going to shower, so I’ll be right out, yeah?” He nodded and watched her go before turning back to the pasta. 

When she returned, he’d made two bowls with a fork sticking out of each. She grabbed the bowl that said DR. RAMSEY across the front while he grabbed the one that said DR. BLAESE, each a Christmas gift from their coworkers that they had since switched after spending so much time at Ethan’s place. He watched her fondly as she hopped up on the counter to eat hers, playfully straightening her back since it made her just an inch taller than him. 

“Haha!” she said, slurping down a forkful of noodles. 

“You’re a real giant,” he deadpanned, gracefully eating his own food in stark contrast to her messy approach. 

“Meanie.” He only offered a sly smile in response, eyeing her bare legs as she kicked them out childishly. He was always amazed at her optimism and how she hadn’t completely broken down at this point in her career after seeing so many horrible things. She always stood tall (but never taller than him) and rolled with the punches, turning them into opportunities at every turn. He must have been staring, because she cocked her head. “Ethan?”

“Hm?” He was pulled out of his thoughts by her concerned gaze, running over his eyes, his nose, his lips, his stubble before returning back to his eyes. 

“Are you alright?”

“No,” he admitted, still feeling weighed down by the day. “But I feel better with you here.” He was trying to be more honest about his feelings lately, unwilling to live through any more misunderstandings or pining that came with him shutting Dalia out; he decided that he would write down every thought that crossed his mind for the rest of his life if he got to see the way her face lit up at his confession, a slight red forming on her cheeks at his unexpected straightforwardness concerning his emotions. She looked away and then back at him almost bashfully, as if she were confronting a boy she had a crush on instead of a man she was dating. 

“Thank you.” Finished, they both placed their bowls in the sink and Ethan wrapped his arm around Dalia’s waist to help her down. She didn’t really need it, but the warmth of his skin on hers was something she couldn’t find within herself to reject. Dalia takes her place in front of the sink to wash, comfortable with Ethan’s elbow brushing hers as he dried each dish she handed off to him. 

It was a routine that never had a set time with their erratic shift schedules, but the overall domesticity of it all still made Dalia’s heart beat faster in her chest. She was sure that she and Ethan were meant to be together, and she had no doubt that she would scream yes to the heavens if he asked her to marry him right then and there, but even without those thoughts swirling in her mind, she knew she was happy. Even if they didn’t get married or have kids or go through the normal path of life, she knew she was happy with coming home to a very sexy and very secretly sweet man cooking her dinner, and she knew she was happy with washing the dishes and flicking water on him to tease him. 

“Hey!” he whined, his deep voice and tone mismatched. She let out a loud laugh and threw her head back, leaving herself vulnerable for his own spritz of water that he showered her with. It evolved into a mini water fight, both lovers giggling like school children on either side of their makeshift war, using washcloths and sponges to increase their damage. Finally, Dalia found a white rag and raised it high, waving it with two fingers. 

“I surrender!” 

Delighted, Ethan yelled victoriously, “The Ramsey Army prevails!” before sweeping her up in his arms, pressing his wet body to her own as he lifted her small frame. Used to the strength he loved to exhibit for her, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, locking her ankles to keep her steady despite knowing he would never let her fall. “What’s my reward?” 

She knew what he wanted, but she still leaned back and tapped her chin. “Hmm…” Her long hum faltered when he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck. “Seems you’re already taking it.”

“So you’re my reward?”

“Is it suitable?” She took his face in her hands and squeezed his cheeks once before letting him speak. 

“Is it suitable? I believe this is the best reward I’ve ever received in my life.”

“Well, you’ve lived a long time; I wouldn’t go around saying hyperbolic things like that,” she teased, her joke prompting his fingers to dig into her sides. She squirmed and giggled, laughs reverberating in his ears and stored in his mind for later. 

“Keep in mind that this old man is currently carrying you. Effortlessly, I might add.” 

“You’re the one who brought up the ‘o’ word,” Dalia reminded, raising her palms and eyebrows. He quieted her with a soft kiss to her lips, easily moving against her as if he’d been doing it since the beginning of time. Honestly, that’s how he felt with Dalia; with her, time seemed to stretch and fly by at the same time, brought on by her quick wit and his praying for each moment with her to last forever. The kiss melted the tension in his shoulders and cleared his mind, and it quickly turned more and more passionate with each movement of her body against his. 

“I want you, Dalia.”

“I’m yours to take, Ethan.” Each word wasn’t hurried or whispered; they knew they had all the time in the world that night. He hugged her closer without the urgency of a time constraint or the panic of being caught by a coworker. Tonight, it was just Ethan and Dalia together in an apartment, living for each other and stretching each moment ‘til it was a lifetime. He walked them both to the couch and sat heavily on it, relaxing immediately with her in his arms and pressed to him. He briefly pulled away from her and placed two thumbs on her cheeks, rubbing the hill of the bone there. 

“I love you, Dalia.”

She offered a dopey smile that was all teeth, her mind hazy and drunk off his kisses. “I love you, too, Ethan.” 

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At 11:30 pm, he thrust up into her for the first time of the night but surely not the last. She was tight around him and he moaned at the feeling of how easily she swallowed his cock, her nails digging into his bare shoulders and her breasts perky in front of his face. He took advantage of his position and wrapped his mouth around the pretty bud, holding her bare back when she gasped. 

He had always loved her back; the way her muscles would flex under her warm skin was so hypnotizing. He also was reminded of the many mornings he would wake up to her naked back facing him as she slept next to him, a firm reminder that even though she was turned away, it wasn’t because she was leaving. 

Despite his fascination with the back of her body, he had to say that his favorite side was her front. Her features distort with the pleasure he was giving her; the firm flesh of her breasts in his hands and mouth; the way his cock slid in and out of her like they were made for each other. All of it was a testament to how she was real in his arms and around him and in front of him and everywhere, which is exactly where he wanted her to be. 

He bit a trail of hickeys up the swell of her breast to her throat, biting the places he knew would make her yelp and wail. The moment he placed a thumb wet with his spit onto her clit, she was pushed over the edge with a moan of his name, sounding every bit divine as it reached his ears. 

He looked up at her when she did cum, her eyes rolling back and her mouth wide to let the sounds fall unobstructed. She’d been good about that recently; she never used to be loud until he seemed to make it his personal mission to draw out the most sinful noises with just his fingers or mouth. He enjoyed being the one to collapse her to that state of complete and utter uncaringness of her din, instead being only focused on drawing out her pleasure because it, in turn, prolonged his. 

“Dalia!” he groaned, fingers tightening on her hips as he drove his own up into her. She sat on his cock and ground down when he released into her, keeping him sheathed as he painted her walls white. She was shuddering and trembling with the feeling of being so full of him, resting her head on his shoulder to somehow be even closer than she already was. Her breath was hot on his neck and he clasped his hands behind her, just holding her as they both calmed down from their highs. 

A hand came up to rub at his stubble, nails gently running over the coarse hair that covered the lower half of his face and gave him the rugged look she loved so much. She had teased him endlessly when he cut it after coming back from the Amazon since it had only taken a simple comment from her to get him to shave it down. Despite him swearing up and down that he wasn’t ‘whipped’ for her, they both knew it couldn’t be farther from the truth. 

“Want to go to bed?”

“You’re so warm, though.” She shifted on him and he hummed, leaning his head on hers. 

“I can stay inside.”

“We’ll be gross in the morning.” He grabbed her face in his hand and gently turned it to face him. 

“All the more reason to shower together.”

She smiled, the picture slightly deformed because of her cheeks being held. “Dr. Ramsey, you are a genius.”

[thepeakyfckingblinders]

āmentĭa || Thomas Shelby x reader

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Anon requested: “Can I request #16 with a jealous tommy, angsty pretty please?”

Summary: n.16 from prompt list: “Another’s hands on her skin” Warnings: swearing, anxiety, angst, a bit of smut, jealous desperate Tommy making my soul ache

Author’s notes:

Behind each one of these works there are sleepless nights and something really close to multiple mental breakdowns, so, please, take a minute to send me a message about it, I need actual feedbacks to understand how to improve my skills and grow ♡

Paragraphs written in italics are flashbacks.⤟ IMPORTANT

Sentences between bold quotation marks (❝  ❞ ) are Tommy’s thoughts.⤟ IMPORTANT

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āmentĭa [amentiă], amentiae  feminine noun I declension

1. compulsion, disturbance, raving, hysteria 2. malaise, vexation, affliction, regret, 3. viciousness, anger, furor, choler, 4. impetum, violence, heat, rush, impulse 5. separation, rupture, abandon 6. paroxysm, yearning, eagerness 7. infatuation, frantic desire, amorous fervour

Heavy rain incessantly hit the windows sideways, giving life to a perpetual recurrence of dull sounds relentlessly haunting Tommy’s eardrums, yet he remained laying on his cold bed, motionless, with his glacial stare disturbingly fixed on the ivory ceiling. His bare chest kept raising and lowering in toil, labored breath coming out of his slightly parted lips in agonizing sighs, goosebumps slimily crawling on his more than ever pale skin, due to the extremely low temperature in his room; still, he didn’t seem to care.  Two deafening chimes abruptly ripped apart the bleak air, midnight struck with no mercy, inexorably, raiding into his black lungs, plundering all of the oxygen he had left. The day had eventually come, the day in which he would’ve lost you, forever. Thomas brusquely stopped breathing as his raw flesh seemed to lacerate, it felt like the Devil’s acuminate claws had pierced his ribcage, penetrating through his bones, carving to reach his cardiac muscle, ruthelessly stabbing it, brutally slicing into his stomach. For a full, interminable minute, blind panic took over his paralyzed body, having him pant and whine, making him look like a dying animal in pure agony, while his empty gaze never left the spot right before his dilated pupils. Tom had met you three years before, by the time war had just come to an end: it’d been only a few months since Harry had hired you to help him handle the pub, and when the Shelbys finally entered the Garrison again, after four long years, you clearly didn’t have a clue of what was going on.

Your boss had tensely hurried to instruct you on what your job was for that night, apparently, it only consisted in following those three men in their private room, favoring their every wish, always with a smile and kindness. You remembered looking around the tavern, deeply confused, since the whole clientele had suddenly fallen deadly silent: every man in there was gazing at the ground and taking off his hat out of respect, causing you to be even more disorientated by that odd situation. “Just keep your head down, y/n, those guys are dangerous, I mean it. They take whatever they want, whenever they want, whether people like it or not” Harry’s words kept echoing into your mind, Tommy’s crystal eyes immediately piercing your soul when you quickly reached for their privè. There was some sort of  unsettling stravation sailing through his granitic irises, while he shamelessly stared at you, barely blinking his eyelids, and a cheeky grin peered out on his angular face. Breath unexpetedly shattered into your throat, your forearms rippled with evident goosebumps, as you truly began to see what that previous alarming reccomendation was about. Your heart grievously skipped a beat because of that abrupt scene mercilessly flashing before your tired eyes. A huge amount of air was forcefully shoved down your pharynx in a miserable effort to put to rest any of your conflicting emotions, yet you didn’t seem able to abort your detrimental thoughts; once more, your restless glare fell on the wooden pendulum clock pinned to the wall in front of your queen size bed. “Oh my God, what happened?” Thomas watched your hexyl hand shake before your open mouth, an expression of pure horror mixed with shock virulently took over your soft features at the sight of bleeding abhorrent wounds mutilating his marble skin. “Let me in” That order dropped from his busted lips, but it sounded like nothing more than a feeble prayer, as he painfully cought up blood on your doormat. His stomach unusually clenched when he sensed your tiny arms carefully wrap around his torsum for the very first time, in order to support his weight, thus his head innately tilted in your direction, making your noses rub one another by accident, while his icy-blue eyes carved deep into yours. “You’re a fucking angel” He whispered at the end of his rope, already being in a state of partial unconsciousness, therefore it took only a few more instants for him to effectively faint in your warm embrace. That brief memory led Tommy to hastily lift his back, a crippling feeling of anxiety, along with deep overwhelming fear, came unbidden, having him struggle to inhale as much oxygen as possible, while he crawled towards the edge of the mattress, then sitting and propping both his elbows right above his knees; his left hand convulsely run through his face, like that simple gesture could’ve helped him get rid of those loathsome sensations devouring his guts from the inside. Bells rang again, another hour went by, time continued to unrelentingly slip between his fingers. “Just be rational for once!” Tommy ferociously shouted in your face, thick veins appallingly throbbing in his neck, blood traces invading his white orbs; as usual, he was plainly too despotic and hardheaded to let anyone around him make their own decisions. “I don’t see what the problem is, Thomas. You’ll find another bloody bartender, for God’s sake!” Soon afterwards your reply brusted out in another yell and your hands started franticly moving into the air, as you were strenuosly fighting for your sacrosanct right to finally leave Birmingham and move to Paris to begin a whole new life, putting all of that shit behind you.  Yet, before your brain could process what was actually happening, you felt your back hardly clash with the cold brick wall, Tom’s mighty figure trapped yours forthwith, one of his fists vehemently grabbing a consistent strand of your hair, so to make your mouths collide in an unexpected tempestuous movement. “That’s my fucking problem” An atrocious knot cluttered up your gullet, forcing you to scarcely gasp for a fresh breath again, your velvet fingertips unwittingly went to brush your slightly wet lips, due to a lonely tear which had just tumbled from your full lashes. You could almost sense his touch on your fervent skin.

Faltering, you dragged yourself on your feet and your shoulders shriveled, for a cool draft brutally hit your quivering body; with heavy steps, you reached for your wedding dress armonically rested on a copper mannequin. Ivory tulle coursed amidst your fingers, while your blurred vision remained anxiously fixed on that wonderful piece of haut couture at the fathal stroke of the third hour of the morning. “You belong to me” That husky grunt lingered the soft skin of your naked chest, instantly followed by Tommy’s luscious kisses, his callous palms utterly enveloping your curves as your live flesh superbly engulfed every inch of his length and his hips kept diving into yours, miraculously giving life to an exquisite blend. He was revelling in the sight of your erotic beauty, he couldn’t just avert his thirsty glacial irises from your winsome shape now twitching with raw pleasure.

Those ruthless sequences of images irretrievably haunted his dark pupils, unfolding into his head over and over again. Thomas squeezed his eyelids nearly in physical pain, allowing himself to drown in his bittersweet memories: he was still perfectly able to feel your edges fill his hands, your voluptuous voice reawaken his numb ears, your mild thighs fondling his sharp pelvic bones. “Fuck!” All of a sudden, his hoarse tone clamorously reverberated in the room, brutally tearing apart the previous stillness, while Tommy berserkly stood up and, affected by a pernicious choler, he savagely ravaged every single thing in his path, until the floor was completely covered in shards and his breathing showed clear symptoms of hyperventilation. Everything was shot in pieces because of him, because of his pathetic selfishness and his shameless arrogance; you had loved him from your skin to your bones, never leaving his side, offering him a safe harbour from his private hell, stoking that cataclysmic fire, only to let it consume yourself with each passing day. He’d always been aware of that, in truth, he’d always felt the same about you, still, he had treated you like nothing more than one of his whores; afterall, it was just a matter of priority, and business was his one and only priority, obviously. So, when you had eventually presented him with a definitive choice, demanding to know  what your strange affair truly meant to him, he had almost laughed in your face, deliberately making it clear that, whatever that thing was, it would’ve never become something more.

The thought that in the end you might have really left him didn’t even remotely cross his mind, not once; nevertheless, barely a year later, you were about to marry another man, and it was too late for him to fix all of his uncountable mistakes. ❝  There will be another’s hands on her skin, Tommy. He’s gonna hold her, he’s gonna take your place, and it was your fault, you wreck everything you touch ❞ That voice inside his brain continued to scream that obnoxious truth with no mercy, steadily driving him to madness, violently gouging dire tears from his hollow eyes. Intoxicating fury festered his already rotten blood, pushing him to throw several raging punches at the door, excruciating shrieks kept escaping his maw, until two deep dents ploughed it and his bleeding knuckles broke under the abnormal strain of his animalistic blows.  Thomas surrendered to his agonizing sorrow, soon he let his empty corpse fall against the damaged wooden surface, his fractured fists henceforth laying along either side of his bust, while his growling voice didn’t seem to find peace, as it was still spilling from his lips into deafening cries alternated to beastly snarls and sporadic curses. Sure, Tommy Shelby had learnt far too soon what pain and darkness were, he had experienced death, loss, abandon, even the gory war itself, but never before that wretched day he had felt his soul disintegrate into his aching ribcage in such a diabolical, cruel, inhuman way.

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[cpd5021]

Unexpected Chapter 8

I come with a fast update as a white flag for that cliffhanger of a chapter. Hugs and kisses! Don’t hate me! Also, TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter has brief mentions of sexual assault/rape.

     Hailey rolled over in her bed, groaning as her sore body protested the movement. She blinked her eyes open, squinting in the light of the sun beaming through her window. She glanced at the time, sighing in relief when she realized Vanessa would be gone to work already so she could move freely about her house without the constant concerned looks from her room mate. She sat up, body protesting again and stood to gently stretch her sore body. Hailey padded to the bathroom, quickly using the toilet before wandering downstairs for something to eat. She perused her cupboards, not really having the energy or motivation to actually cook something and settled on a bowl of cereal. Hailey plopped herself down on the chair, picking away slowly at the bowl in front of her. She tried to force herself to keep going but it was no use, her slow place led to soggy cereal and she gave up. Placing the bowl in the sink, she grabbed a banana as an after thought and shuffled back upstairs. Hailey entered her room, standing in the doorway and staring at her mess of a bed. The sheets were tangled everywhere and her comforter was hanging halfway off the bed. Normally, this would bother her, but right now it looked comfy and all she wanted to do was crawl back in it. Steeling herself to be more productive than the previous few days, Hailey padded back into her bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the water heat up as she stripped down. Her eyes trailed over her body in the mirror and she was happy to report the bruises were finally getting better....okay maybe better wasn’t the right word, but they weren’t looking any worse. She stepped into the shower, relishing in the feel of the hot water running over her body and slowly began to work through the motions of cleaning herself. It felt like forever since she had taken the time to actually wash her hair and body, she couldn’t remember the last time she had showered. Well, actually, she could. It was two days ago when she came home from the hospital. Which means it had been three days since her world went to shit. Three days since she had chased their offender into the street, three days since she had been struck by the car, three days since she had woken in the hospital; surrounding by her team all wearing the same sad look on their face, three days since her massive blowout with Jay. Jay. The thought of him drained any energy she had mustered up and she decided her shower was over. Stepping out, she grabbed a fluffy towel, wrapping it around her body and heading to her room. She sat on the edge of her bed, hair dripping down her body and briefly considered just going back to sleep as is, completely naked and soaking wet. No, she told herself, keep going. So instead, Hailey stood, pulling open a draw and shuffling it’s contents around until she found what she was looking for. Grabbing a plain black bra and matching pair of black boy shorts, she groaned as she slid them on. Next she moved to her closet, pulling out a pair of black leggings and a raggedy white t-shirt that hung loosely off her small frame. She returned to her bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror while she debated how much effort to put into her hair. After a moment, she started working her hair into a braid. It wasn’t something she normally did, but it gave her hands something to do and put more time in between her and what she knew she needed to do next. Securing the braid into a ponytail, Hailey grabbed the small bottle of lotion she kept in her drawer, taking the time to rub some over her arms for the added benefit of extra time. She looked at herself in the mirror again, sighing at her reflection. She knew she was only avoiding the inevitable so she steeled herself to get it over with. 

     Hailey sat, perched on the edge of her bed, holding her phone in her hands. The first day, it had gone off insistently, causing Hailey to just shut it off. The second day, the text and calls were fewer and far in between. Today, there was nothing. Her stomach growled in hungry, having not had a proper breakfast, so Hailey allowed herself the extra time of returning to her kitchen and raiding the cupboards again. This time she settled on a granola bar and as she leaned on the counter while she ate it, she noticed a piece of paper she hadn’t before. 

“Love you Hails, -V”

    Hailey smiled at the note from her friend, she knew she had been worrying the younger woman. She had been worrying her whole unit, with one man more so than the others. With a sigh, Hailey finished the bar and headed back upstairs. Once again perched on her bed, Hailey debated whether she should call him or just send a text. She opened up her messages, deciding she didn’t want to interrupt if he was busy at work. Work. She felt so disconnected from there right now, as if she had been gone way longer than three days. She focused only on typing her messages, deliberately ignore the texts she knew were just above the one she was about to send. She decided to keep it simple, asking if he could call her when he got off work. In an instant, her phone was ringing and Jay’s cheesy grin, a picture she had snapped on one of their many nights at Molly’s, was flashing across her screen.

“Hello?” She answered, hating how hoarse it sounded.

“Are you okay?” His voice was filled with concern.

“Um...yea.” She replied, deciding he was asking more about this moment than overall. “Look I...can we talk?” 

“Yea.” He spoke softly as if he wasn’t sure what to say to her, she didn’t blame him. She had dealt some pretty low blows when they fought at the hospital. 

“Come over after work?” She asked, figuring she would ask Vanessa to find something to do so they could have the time alone. 

“I’m uh.. not at work. I can come...now?” His reply morphing into a question, he sounded almost embarrassed at admitting he wasn’t at work but Hailey blew it off. 

“Okay.” She nodded, knowing damn well he couldn’t see her. She felt her emotions reeling at the thought of seeing him so fast, previously assuming she’d have time to mentally prepare for this conversation. They hung up and Hailey flopped back onto her bed, exhaustion rolling through her. She must have zoned out, or fallen back asleep, because she jumped when her doorbell rang some time later. Hailey walked down the stairs, dragging her feet every step and trying to get a handle on herself before she pulled the door open. 

“Hey.” Jay said, his face revealing a wide range of emotions as he took in her appearance. 

“Hey.” She replied, hating herself when she heard her voice break slightly. She stepped aside to let him in before her emotions could get the better of her, walking into her living room with him close behind. She sat herself on one end of the couch, grimacing when he sat as far away as possible on the other end. She had hurt him, that much she already knew, but seeing it first hand was another matter entirely. They sat in silence, neither sure what to say. Hailey figured she’d better start since it was her that got them here in the first place. 

“Jay...I’m sorry..” She started, her words throwing a wide net out. She had a lot to apologize for. He only nodded in return so she continued. “I should have stopped, I should have let you and Adam grab him...I just...I couldn’t help myself.” She shuddered slightly at the memories, both of her running after their offender and even farther back to a time when she sat beside Jay in an ambulance and he had said the very same words to her. That was the moment she had started to realize just how strong her feelings for him were. 

“You were just doing your job.” He responded softly, but his voice still sounded cold. 

“I was...” She agreed. “But I had another, more important job I should have been doing.” She trailed off in a whisper, hands coming to hover in front of her stomach. Jay looked at her, confusion evident on his face. “Being a mother.” Her words hung in the air for a moment, both taking them in. Hailey felt tears forming in her eyes but made no attempt to stop their flow. 

“Hailey...” Jay wanted to say something to comfort her, but his words failed him. 

“I know now that I was being stubborn, being stupid...I never should have put our baby in that situation...” Tears ran down her face now, she couldn’t bring herself to meet Jay’s eyes, sure they would be filled with anger. 

“Hails..” He tried again, his own voice thick with emotion. 

“I’m sorry Jay, I’m so sorry.” Her walls crumbled completely then and her words morphed into sobs. She felt the couch shift beside her but kept her eyes clamped shut as the waves of emotion racked through her. Suddenly, she was pulled into Jay’s strong embrace. He held her while she fell apart, the pent up emotion from the last three days, on top of everything she had been holding in since she found out she was pregnant, finally unleashing. She wasn’t sure how long he held her, but slowly her sobs began to slow and she felt herself calming down little by little. 

“Hailey, it’s okay. I get it, I really do. This...being a mother, it wasn’t something you wanted...so to adjust to that, on top of it coming as a huge surprise...it’s a lot.” Jay’s soft words brought more tears to her eyes, after everything she had done, everything she had said to him...he still put his whole being into bringing her comfort. She didn’t deserve him. 

“I should have told Voight right away. I shouldn’t have been stubborn. If I had listened to you, I wouldn’t have been hit by that car...I wouldn’t have almost-” Her words stopped as another sob raged through her body. 

“Hey, look at me.” Jay placed his hands on either side of her face, forcing her eyes to meet his when she didn’t immediately comply. “You can’t sit here and beat yourself up over what happened, what could have happened. I think you’ve more than learned that lesson and it could have been so, so much worse. You’re okay. And our baby....our baby is okay too.” Jay pulled her back into his arms as more tears fell from her eyes. They sat there, both processing their emotions and the events of the last few days, simply allowing themselves to be healed by the others presence. 

“I love you.” Jay whispered against her temple after some time. He placed a gentle kiss on top of her head and she nuzzled in closer to him. 

“Love you too.” She replied, tightening her arms around his chest. 

“You know that I’ll always be here for you right, no matter what?” Jay asked quietly.

“I do.” She smiled against him, but it wasn’t one that reached her eyes. 

“And you can tell me anything...” He continued. Hailey nodded, knowing where this conversation was going. “Hailey I know it’s probably an awful time to bring this up, but I gotta know..” He trailed off, suddenly nervous she was going to shut down. 

“The appointment.” Hailey said quietly, more a statement than a question.

“Yea.” Jay whispered. Hailey shifted in his arms, positioning herself so that she could look up at him. She didn’t want to tell him, to relive that memory, but she owed him something after the last few days. 

“I told you about Booth attacking me..” She swallowed hard and he hated himself for even asking her. “When you confronted me about it, when I told you how he had got me alone...and had other plans...you asked me if he had..” Hailey swallowed again, throat tightening at the memory. “I told you no. And that wasn’t a lie.” She continued quickly, feeling his breath hitch underneath her. “He had me pinned down, had managed to get my pants down, and when I fought him he beat me...when Garrett found me, I was barely conscious. He got me to the hospital and they asked me all these questions I couldn’t answer because I couldn’t remember, or didn’t want to remember. They asked me over and over if he had raped me, after what Garrett had told them. I kept telling them no, but deep down, I wasn’t sure. One of the doctors told me I had to go through an exam, just so they could be sure. I fought them on that but they pushed, Garrett pushed. I had this mental block up and I was terrified of them doing anything after what had happened. I was terrified of what they might find. I didn’t know for sure what he had done and part of me wanted to just keep that ignorance. But they kept pushing and I was so tired of fighting so I agreed. But I freaked out when they started and the nurse ended up having to basically hold me down.” Hailey shuddered at the memory, she could still hear herself screaming. Jay pulled her closer to him, his heart breaking with every word. “They confirmed that he hadn’t done anything..but after that exam I felt like I had still been violated. I haven’t gone in for that kind of visit since then, so when we were at the appointment it caught me totally off guard.” Hailey let out a breath after she finished the story. 

“Hailey, I’m so sorry...” Jay kissed the top of her head, feeling moisture gather in his eyes. She has been through so much yet is still so strong, it truly amazes him. 

    They fell silent once again, the room feeling heavy with their emotions. Hailey breathed in the scent of him, felt his strong arms around her body and listened to his heart thumping away in his chest. She felt safe, like she was finally home. 

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

Chance Meeting

Chapter Eleven

Reader and the Turtles

The ambulance ride was way too long, the officer that had made his way into the vehicle was rattling off questions making your head spin. The sting of antiseptic made you hiss in pain when it touched the nasty slash on your cheek. You were ready for all of this to be over with.

“I don’t think it will need stitches, a few butterfly bandages should be sufficient. The others are superficial and don’t need anything to heal besides keeping them clean.” The EMT smiled as she finished cleaning your open wound.

You clutch the blanket they had given you to cover your tattered clothes tighter around you and nod. You were so over this day and wanted to go home and take a long hot shower. As the ambulance rolled into the hospital and stopped before the emergency entrance the door was swung open. Four nurses crawled in and ushered you to lie back and pulled your gurney from the vehicle.

After two hours of intense interrogation and medical care you and Luca were released. Rebecca Vincent herself showed up to give you a ride home. Opening the passenger door she helped you inside and got into the driver’s seat pulling away from the hospital.

After a few uncomfortable moments you broke the silence. “How is Luca?”

“She’s fine; she woke up in the ambulance. You were the one we were worried about; you took most of the abuse. She had a few scrapes, that’s all.”

Pulling a chunk of dried blood from your hair you turned in your seat to face the Chief of police better, “Did she um…. say anything…”

“About the turtles?” she cut you off knowing what you were going to ask. “No she was surprisingly mum on the subject to the EMT’s. When she woke up she requested my presence and I had a small discussion with her. She’s comfortable with the idea of four large turtles protecting the city and is very thankful to you and the four of them. She knows if it wasn’t for you she wouldn’t be here today so she’s hoping when you feel better you’d like to meet up for dinner. I told her I’d pass the message along.” At the last part of the massage the Chief let out a small chuckle.

Following her lead, you laughed absentmindedly touching the fresh bandage on your throbbing cheek. “Yeah I think that can be arranged.”  

Rebecca cleared her throat adjusting in her seat uncomfortably, “Look I’m so sorry we weren’t able to get to you sooner when they broke out. I was s….”

It was your turn to cut her off, your hand came to her shoulder and squeezed urging her to stop, “There was nothing you could have done, they would have gotten me eventually. Just please stop them escaping next time. I don’t think I’ll be as lucky if they catch me again.”  The thought made your blood chill.

“They won’t, I promise. They are going straight to a max prison upstate until their trial.”

“Good.”

Rebecca dropped you off at your apartment and watched as you slipped inside the secure entrance to safety. It took you a few seconds of shaky hands and fumbling keys to get inside the comfort of your apartment. After setting the locks and chain on your door you kicked off your shoes and set your purse that had somehow managed to be found by one of the police officers on the scene on the counter.

Resting your dirty hands on your kitchen counter you lowered your head staring at the veins running through the marble slab. Soon small droplets collided with the white surface and you realized tears had begun to fall from your tired eyes. You had been so out of it you didn’t even know they had let loose.

Flashes of the day’s events bombarded you suddenly taking the breath from your lungs. You couldn’t keep the onslaught of emotions bubbling up from within making you weak in the knees. Soon after, short heavy sobs racked your frame taking the remaining strength from your body.

Your knees gave out and you slipped to the floor bunching your knees up to your chest. There was no controlling it now as you sat in your kitchen expelling all the stress of your trauma unfolding in your head. You could have been raped today and killed along with Luca right beside you, witnessing the atrocity of that horrid gang. Somehow you had managed to hold on, managed to defend you both until they came. Those beautiful mutants you had been so happy to meet, that had given you the tools to stay alive.

Your blurry eye sight traveled over your battered and bruised body taking in the large amount of cuts. Those were going to sting in the shower. The tattered pants you had worn for the day were gone replaced by a pair of grey scrubs from the hospital. You were glad to be rid of them, you never wanted to see those pants again.

The dark smudges of grime and dirt coated your skin and dried blood caked small sections of your hair. You needed a long hot shower, preferably a temp that matched a raging volcano. Your hands reached for you cupboard handles to bare your weight, but your strength was gone and were unable to lift yourself up.

“Figures.” You cried to yourself in frustration, guess you needed to crawl to the bathroom now. God you wished someone was here to help you. You actually wanted one specific person to be here to help you. The pleasant vision of Leonardo flooded your mind, his gorgeous blue piercing eyes taking the very breath from your body. His strong arms around you, keeping your from breaking down. Why couldn’t he be here right now? “Leo.” You whispered under your breath wishing him to your apartment.

“Yes?” the deep familiar voice filled your ears.

Startled from the unexpected sound you sucked in a sharp intake of breath, great now you were hallucinating.Closing your eyes, you took a few deep breaths, this isn’t what you needed right now. He was back with his brothers at the lair.

When you opened your eyes you nearly jumped out of your skin. Without making a sound he was standing beside you his tall green muscled body hovering just above yours. He was here, Leo was here. You blinked up at him and fell apart yet again, hot tears streaming down your reddened cheeks. Leo was here standing a few inches from you.

You could see the concern in his face seeing you so broken, unable to get up from the floor exhausted to no end.  With no words spoken he bent down scooping you up into his arms. Feeling the warmth from his body you curled up into him your hand hooking around his wide neck for comfort. Leo took you from your kitchen to the bathroom setting you down gently making your bare feet connect with the cold floor. Wavering on your feet you placed your palms on his plastron for support.

Keeping eye contact, he began to strip you of your clothes, peeling each lair carefully from your sore body. You could see the calm in his demeanor as he removed your bra placing a sweet kiss on your lips. Taking to one knee Leo pulled your pants and underwear down in one motion and you stepped from them never taking your eyes from his deep pools of serenity that were his eyes.

You were now completely laid bare before the mutant turtle trembling under his gaze. As if in slow motion Leo started to remove his clothes until he was just as naked and vulnerable as you were. Taking in a quick breath Leo took you back up into his arms bridal style. Pulling your shower door open Leo stepped inside closing it right behind you both.

Thankfully when you were looking for apartments in the big city you were adamant on a large shower stall so his massive shelled body and yours fit just fine within it’s confines. Soon the bathroom filled with steam when he found the right temperature before stepping into the hot stream of water with you still in his arms. There you sat letting the water pour over your naked bodies, the dirt from the canning factory slipping down the drain.

You could feel him move and your legs swung down connecting with the wet shower floor. Reaching behind you Leo grabbed your shampoo coiling out a small dollop into the palm of his green hand. Working the substance into a light lather he guided his three fingered hands through the long tresses of your hair working his fingertips into your scalp. Just the simple touch of his skilled fingers made you sway on your feet humming in satisfaction. Your hands gripped his green forearms swaying with his movements. The hard muscles flexed under his green skin as his fingers worked diligently into your scalp.

“Are you ok?” he rumbled softly into your ear working the suds down to the tip of your hair.

“Mmhm.” Was all you could manage through the relaxing massage.

Gently moving you back under the hot steady stream Leo rinsed the shampoo from your hair. When he was satisfied all the suds were rinsed free his hands cupped your face pulling you to him. Before pressing his lips to yours his mouth parted, “You are so brave.” He whispered as he pressed his warm lips to yours taking a quick heated kiss.

Pulling the loofa from the hanger on the shower wall he poured a coil of body wash onto it. Distributing the substance around Leo created a good lather and started with your neck washing away the grim and dirt. Gingerly the loofa moved south over your shoulders and out to your biceps. His large green hand took your wrists and lifted each arm to wash around your appendages and pressed tenderly into your armpits. The sensation of the turtle washing one of your most ticklish parts of your body made you giggle lightly but didn’t pull away from his care.

Leo finished with your arms and did his best to not to stare at your breasts while he swirled the soapy material around them. He wasn’t here for sex; he was here to take care of you, to ease the anxiety from the trauma that you had to endure today. He watched you close your eyes lost in the sensation of his touch humming softly in appreciation. Again he leaned forward taking another kiss this time sliding his tongue over your bottom lip.

“You are amazing.” Leo hummed against your lips. It took all his control to keep his quickly rising libido at bay. That was the last thing he wanted from you today. Quelling the thoughts quickly he continued to wash you moving south yet again. Over your stomach and around the back to your ass he took great care before kneeling down giving the same attention to your legs and feet.  

Leo allowed you to wash between your legs, touching down there would have most definitely lead to something more. He blushed hearing you laugh at his chaste decision to leave your core alone.

Again reaching up to the shower head he pulled down the conditioner and lathered your hair in the white cream, leaving it sit for a few moments to do its work. Looking down at you he felt his heat swell, eyes closed leaning up against him a small warm smile on your lips. Parting his Leo slanted his mouth once more over yours taking a deep passionate kiss tasting your sweet flavor.

“I’m so proud of you.” Leaning you both back again into the spray, he rinsed the conditioner from you and turned to the water off, leaving you both incased in the warm steam of the shower. Not wanting to lose the heat from the shower Leo guided you from the shower; he pulled a towel off the rack and wrapped your body in the large fluffy fabric before taking one for himself.

Leo leaned down and took you back into his arms bridal style and strode into your bedroom and pulled the covers back setting you down. With all the worry drained from you by Leo’s tender care you looked up at him with heavy eyes. You didn’t want him to leave so you scooted over in the bed and beckoned him down to you. His brilliant smile warmed your soul when he took his towel off and crawled in next to you covering you both up with the blankets.

You immediately snuggled up to his plastron pressing warm we wet kisses into the hollow of his throat tangling your legs in his long muscled ones. “Thank you.” You whispered against his green pebbled skin.  Closing your eyes it didn’t take long for sleep to take you and soon your steady rhythmic breathing let the leader in blue know you were sound asleep.

Leo pulled your closer to his chest trying to get as much of you pressed against his body as possible. He couldn’t get enough of you and wanted nothing more than to protect you for the rest of your lives. He would kill Hun or any of those Purple Dragons before they came anywhere near you again, and he knew his brothers felt the same way.

Being this close to you made him ache for more, to never let you go. The feeling was unfamiliar but he knew what it meant. It was funny for knowing you for such a small amount of time he knew without a doubt he was in love with you, unequivocally and most assuredly in love.    

Chapter Ten

@blossom-skies

[ladyfogg]

One Touch

One Touch

Fic Summary: You and Jerome let off a little steam after a tough day. Fic Song. Fic Archives @ladyfoggarchive

Fic Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Reader

Warnings: Language, Explicit Sexual Content

A/N: This was a lovely commission fic I did for my 1500 follower giveaway. Enjoy!

Jerome always seems to know when to come to you. It can be unsettling at times, though right now you can't find it in yourself to think too much on it. The day had been rough, rehearsals for your new act going horribly.

You've escaped from that glass case dozens of times, it was your partner. He was a replacement for the last guy. Rather than letting you do the act on your own, they had insisted you remain the assistant. It was infuriating, especially when it was clear this guy had no idea what he was doing. If it was the real thing, you could have seriously injured yourself, or suffocated to death.

Slamming the door of your trailer in frustration, you stomp over to the kitchenette and drop your keys next to the sink. After a moment, you sense another person in the room.

Jerome is in your trailer, you can feel him watching through the dark.

“How’d you get in here?” you ask as he emerges from the shadows. You keep everything locked up when you leave, which means he must have picked the front door somehow.

Jerome steps up behind you, so close you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. A hand on your between your shoulder blades forces you against the small counter, trapping you between it and his body.

“Magic,” Jerome chuckles.

You roll your eyes, but before you can respond, his mouth is on your throat, kissing and nipping hungrily. Your body melts against him in an instant, hands falling onto the counter to steady yourself. His hands grip your waist tightly, giving him the leverage he needs to grind his pelvis into your backside.

“Won't your mommy be looking for you?” you tease breathlessly.

He's only a few years younger than you, and certainly a legal adult, nevertheless, you love goading him, teasing him about the age difference.

Jerome makes a noise of disgust. “She's banging the snake guy, she won't notice I'm gone,” he assures you.

That's why he's there already. He tends to come looking for you when his mother is entertaining gentlemen.

The first time had been a surprise, and though he insists it hadn't been planned, you don't believe him. You were sulking in your changing room, angry at another failed rehearsal, and he had appeared from seemingly nowhere. The next thing you knew you were bent over the dressing table while he took you from behind.

Coming back to reality, you grind with him. “Did you bring condoms?” you ask.

Jerome stops kissing your neck, nuzzling it instead. “It's my birthday,” he coos. “Don't I get a little present?”

“Happy birthday,” you say. “Your present is not getting me pregnant. Condom or go home, Jerome.”

When he draws back, you think he might actually leave. However, redhead only sighs dramatically and you hear rustling before a condom is slapped down on the counter in front of you.

“You're no fun,” he declares.

Satisfied, you grin and grind back against him. “Then why are you fucking me?”

Jerome spins you around and you're finally able to look him in the eye. Your grin fades as you're met with a furrowed brow and forced smile.

Uh oh, he's in one of those moods. Whatever happened at home before this wasn't good. He's seething with thinly veiled rage and his hands are rough when they lift you onto the counter.

“Because you need my cock and I need your submission,” he growls.

“Oh I need you, do I?” you question, making no move to stop him.

“I saw rehearsals,” Jerome smirks. “I know you need me.”

Lacking a response, you wrap your hand around the back of his head and tug him forward into a kiss. It's sharp and painful, with no trace of gentleness. It's never gentle with Jerome, which is why you like hooking up with him. No honeyed words or empty promises, just pure carnal lust.

Jerome’s tongue prys your lips apart as he forces it into your mouth. He tastes of nothing, only spit and his natural flavor. Even still, you find yourself becoming addicted to it, allowing his tongue to invade your mouth because you know pleasurable things are to follow. Withdrawing his tongue just as quickly as he thrust it in, Jerome bites down on your bottom lip, making you groan.

The sound of his belt buckle is louder than the whimpers and grunts filling the room. It sends a shudder through you, and you slide your free hand down his chest. You want to touch him, to feel the weight of his cock in your hand.

Jerome seizes your wrist and slams your hand on the counter, before he reaches under your thigh to grab the condom.

Yeah, definitely one of those nights. When it's this bad, you're just a body for him, a way for him to unleash his frustrations. Which you don't mind, because you’re using him for the same reason.

Kissing stops only so Jerome can slide the rubber on, while you take the bottom of your tank top and pull it up and over your head. It gets thrown off to the side, and you barely register Jerome closing in again until his hand is between your thighs.

Gasping, you arch into his touch, body feverish as the tip of his finger rubs firm circles around your clit. It's nearly too much right out the gate, and you convulse, instinctively moving away. He eases up slightly, if for no other reason than to keep you in place. Your hips rise and fall along with his movements, urging him on.

Eyes falling closed, you surrender to the sensations, still feeling him watching you, your chest heaving with your harsh breath. His finger dips down through your slit and feels your slick.

“All ready to go, aren't you?” Jerome grunts, shoving his finger inside.

You shout at the unexpected intrusion, body erupting with goosebumps. Jerome strokes you from the inside, crooking his finger just the right way so it brushes your sweet spot. Your breathing is ragged and harsh, and you find yourself licking your lips to wet them.

“Are you going to do something about it or just talk?” you manage to gasp, wrapping your legs around him in encouragement.

Jerome pulls his hand away suddenly, making you whimper at the loss. Dragging your eyes open, you find Jerome's mouth turned up into a large grin. The second you meet his gaze, he spits in his palm before gripping himself and stroking. He wets his cock for you, all the while never breaking eye contact.

It's unnerving, that dangerous look making you recoil slightly, but then he's kissing you and you forget everything else.

Jerome buries himself in you with one quick, deep thrust. Hand gripping under your thigh, fingers digging into the sensitive flesh, he does it a second time, harder than before. Your back slams against the cabinets behind you, and he laughs as you yelp. He withdraws and thrusts back in repeatedly now, and you dig your heels into the backs of his thighs excitedly.

He fucks you almost brutally, mouth attacking your neck and shoulder while you grip the counter for dear life. There is no time to adjust, no time to get properly warmed up, making pain mix with the pleasure of being filled so spectacularly. You forget your issues from earlier. In fact, you forget everything that isn't the young man drilling you in your kitchen.

The trailer is rocking with the force of his movements, and your grip on the counter tightens as you find it harder to remain balanced. You feel teeth pressing into your neck, which drags you to reality, and you use one hand to fist his hair, yanking his head back.

“No marks,” you pant.

You can tell that was the wrong thing to say.

“Ashamed of me?” Jerome demands. “Don't want anyone knowing you're fucking the snake charmer’s son?”

This again.

“Outfit is low cut,” you manage to groan. “Can't have any marks for the show.”

“Not where they can see,” Jerome says.

With that, he growls and dips his head low, latching onto the patch of skin just above your left breast. He sucks hard and you cling to him with both arms now, practically cradling him to your chest. A brief flash of pain, followed by a soothing swipe with his tongue and it's done.

You pull his hair impatiently,  forcing him to draw back so you can slam your mouth to his. The spot on your chest is tingling, and you know it will take days to fade completely, leaving no room to misinterpret what this is. It's not about emotions, or feelings, or affection. It's about the need for release, the need to claim control over something in your lives. That's it.

Speaking of release, yours is coming up fast. You're drenched in sweat, wishing Jerome was naked so you could feel his skin pressed to yours. The deepness of his cock forces him to grind on your clit, and between the two, you're close to unraveling. It only takes a few more thrusts and then you're coming with a loud moan, twitching and jerking as the pleasure consumes you.

Savoring the feeling is not an option. Barely a second passes before Jerome is pulling out, leaving you brutally empty. He grabs you by the waist and yanks you off the counter, forcing you down onto your knees. He's still hard, and you watch through your post-orgasm haze as he rips the condom off. 

Gripping the back of your head, Jerome takes advantage of your open mouth, shoving himself past your lips. He tastes of latex and pre-cum, making you gag as his tip hits the back of your throat.

“Swallow,” he orders in a sharp voice, and when you do, you feel him slide further in, until your nose is buried in the red curls at his base. “Yeah, there you go.”

You shut your eyes and let him fuck your mouth, sucking as hard as his girth allows. Jerome’s hands tangle in your hair, yanking on the strands while simultaneously directing your movements.

The only warning you receive is the feeling of his cock growing impossibly hard, and then he's coming into your mouth, gasping through breathless laughter.

Once he's emptied himself, he leans over you to catch his breath, hands on the counter just as yours were earlier.

Nearly thirty seconds go by, and when it doesn't look like he's moving anytime soon, you slap his thigh impatiently. With a near hysterical giggle, Jerome slips out of your mouth and lets you go, sinking onto one of your kitchen chairs.

You swallow his release and slump onto the floor, back pressed to the counter as you also try to catch your breath. Usually the after is awkward for you, but not with Jerome. The words come easily when there's none of those messy emotions involved.

“That bad a birthday, huh?” you pant.

Jerome's chest heaves and he gives you a smoldering look as he pushes his pants down the rest of the way to kick out of them. Reaching into the back pocket, he draws out the rest of the sleeve of condoms, dropping them onto the table.

“There's still time to turn it around,” he says.