#other than that i have one pair of shorts one pair of pajama pants and a pair of sweatpants i stole from my husband

[gay-nidoking]

why is it so hard to find jeans that are actually made of denim that aren't $100

[yuujispinkhair]

Rough Mission -> Rough Sex

You always offer Yuuji comfort with your hugs, your kisses, and your words of reassurance. But on the nights when he comes home covered in blood and with that strange look in his eyes, you know that there is only one thing that helps him feel ok again: Sex. And not the sweet love-making kind, but the feral, rough-fucking kind, where Yuuji can let all his pain and anger out.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut Word Count: 1k Warnings: 18+, smut, rough sex, creampie, squirting, biting. Yuuji and reader are in a loving relationship and everything happens with reader's consent. All characters are of age. Divider by @/cafekitsune

The first time it happens, Yuuji tries to flee from you, walking past you with that haunted look on his face, and disappearing in the bathroom, where you find him a minute later, slumped against the wall, breathing harshly, with his eyes pressed shut, and his pants pushed down, his fat throbbing cock in his hand, jacking off furiously in a desperate attempt to get his mind off the horrible mission.

"Yuuji, what are you doing? Why are you here all alone? Let me..."

Golden eyes fly open and stare at you with a mix of pain and despair and something else. A feral glint you have never seen in Yuuji's eyes before. Even his voice sounds different, a low, barely restrained growl,

"Please, stay away... I don't think I can hold back when I'm in this state. Please, baby."

And you realize what the problem is. Oh, sweet Yuuji. Such a hero. So caring and selfless to a fault. He's scared to touch you because he's scared of his own strength. Scared to be too rough with you now that he's losing control.

But you're having none of it. You don't run. You walk over to the boy you love. You tilt your head to look up at him and cup his cheek tenderly while your other hand wraps around his rock-hard cock and pumps it in your fist, milking fat globs of pre-cum out of Yuuji's swollen, dark-pink tip as you tell him,

"I love you, baby. Just fuck all your troubles into me. I promise you it's ok. Please don't hold back."

And Yuuji growls. He really growls, and you know his resolve is slipping.

He fucks you hard on the bathroom floor, rutting into you like an animal in heat, growling and sobbing while he presses you down with his heavy body, taking you over and over again until he has fucked it all out, has fucked all his pain and anger into your spasming cunt.

After that night, he doesn't try to run from you anymore. He comes to you eagerly, seeking the comfort of your body. Seeking the sweet relief he can find in your arms and in your tight pussy.

The moment Yuuji walks into your apartment, you can already see when a mission was a rough one. His golden eyes are on you with that feral glint in them, his broad chest heaving, and his hands balled into fists as he strides toward you like a tiger on the prowl. So strong, so buff, so deadly. You are so wet for him that you don't just soak your panties but also your pajama shorts.

"Come here, Yuu. Fuck me, baby. Be as rough as you need."

He is on you in a split second, growling in the back of his throat as he presses his lips against yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. You still gasp anytime Yuuji lets you get a taste of his superhuman strength and speed. When he rips your clothes off, tearing at them with his strong hands in his urgent need to get you naked and sink his needy cock into your tight cunt and fuck all his anger into you.

His clothes follow a moment later, dropping to the floor in ripped pieces, exposing Yuuji's tall, buff body to you. His buff muscles are flexed, veins standing out from all the adrenaline still pumping through his body. He looks even bigger than usual, so strong, so feral, so fucking sexy.

You moan as Yuuji manhandles you, his large, strong hands flipping you onto your stomach and pushing your head down. A hard slap lands on your ass, and you hear Yuuji growl, followed by a hoarse,

"Fuck! I need you, baby, need to fuck you hard. Please... can I please?"

His fat cock is leaking pre-cum all over your ass in his need to fuck you. He wouldn't even have to ask. You will always give him anything he needs. You push yourself on your knees, ass up, face down, Yuuji's favorite position, offering yourself to him, moaning his name, and telling him to take you as hard as he needs.

And he does.

The growled "Thank you" has barely left Yuuji's lips when he already slams his thick needy cock deep into your soaked cunt with a brutal snap of his hips that makes both of you cry out loudly. Yuuji apologizes even while he grabs your hips and pulls you toward him, rolling his hips against you, fucking you open with hard, deep thrusts that knock the air out of you.

And from now on, it's rough fucking in the most primal way. The headboard is hitting the wall loudly with every hard snap of Yuuji's hips. His grunts and sobs fill the room, just like the wet noises of his fat cock pistoning in and out of your creamy cunt.

It's rough, it's loud, it's messy. Yuuji doesn't hold back anymore, and neither do you. You cream all over his cock several times, shameless and eager, unable to stop yourself from squirting when his swollen cockhead overstimulates your g-spot and the rough slaps of Yuuji's heavy balls against your swollen clit make you keen.

And he cums in you over and over again, not even pulling out in between, cock staying hard all the time because of his insane stamina, fucking you rough into the mattress while his large hands hold you in place and your name falls from his lips like a prayer.

You are both in a frenzy. Both like two animals in heat. Chasing one orgasm after the next.

You push yourself up, reaching frantically behind you to grab Yuuji's hair and moan his name with a voice hoarse from all the loud moaning and squealing, growling just like him as you give yourself over to the most primal need, screaming his name when he rams his fat, angry cock even deeper into you.

Yuuji's muscular arms wrap around you, his large, calloused hands kneading your tits roughly while he fucks you hard. And you urge him on, so eager to make him nut again, to make him forget anything else but the feeling of cumming in you and pulsing his hot seed into your tight cunt.

"Yes, baby, like that, oh god! Fuck me harder, Yuuji! Fuck it all into me, baby!"

Yuuji's teeth close around your shoulder, biting you just like he bites his enemies in the heat of battle. Leaving a mark in the shape of his teeth that you will carry for the rest of your life. He growls and sobs, desperate and horny, even as his hot tears drip down onto your naked body, running down between your tits that jiggle from Yuuji's hard thrusts.

"Fuck! Fuck yes! Thank you, baby, thank... fuck!! Gonna cum again!"

You feel him throb in you, filling you with another thick load of his hot cum, and you follow him a second later. Your cunt clenches wildly around Yuuji's fat, veiny cock, gushing over him and spraying your squirt all over the bed.

You mewl weakly as Yuuji finally slumps against you, his firm pecs and abs pressing against your sweaty skin, his strong arms wrapping tightly around you, this time in a loving embrace. His tall, muscular body embraces you, and his warm lips are on your neck, trailing tender kisses over the fresh bite mark he left, offering his love and care to you now that he feels better.

And you kiss him sweetly, moaning at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around Yuuji's gradually softening cock. There's a tender smile on Yuuji's face when he tells you he loves you. And you caress his hair and tell him you'll always be there for him. Any way he needs you. It's ok. Rough mission, rough sex.

FERAL YUUJI DRIVES ME FERAL TOO 💗💗 I love seeing him fight and get angry, but it also makes me yearn so much for him and want to comfort him. So yeah, he could get anything he needs, anytime he needs and as often as he needs it. I am so in love aaahh 💗

I hope you liked this horny little story about comforting Yuuji with sex ;) Please let me know what you think and scream with me about our fave hero!!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

[reilemon]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Under The Stars ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

♡︎ pairing: Xavier x fem!reader

｡°⚠︎°｡MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)｡°⚠︎°｡

♡︎cw:unprotected sex, tent sex, semi-public sex, oral sex (male receiving), dry humping, pussy job, cum swallowing

♡︎word count: 3.9k

♡︎synopsis: What happens when you share a tent with your crush? The story starts where the memory Precious Bonfire ends.

♡︎a/n: I wrote this during my ovulation week. Also, I went over this once, so if you see any mistakes, no you don't.

♡︎ special thanks to my beta reader ♡︎@its-de♡︎ for reading and helping me with this!

banner by @cafekitsune

Xavier looks up from the game card “Ah, I figured out what I want my payment to be.” He smiles softly at you and hands you the card, “Tell me when you’re overwhelmed next time.”

A little confused, you absent-mindedly take the card that’s not even yours. “That doesn’t sound like a payment.”

“Well, it is.”

“No, it’s not. Think of something else!” You say with playfulness in your voice. Of course you don’t mind accepting to “pay him off” in this way, but he’s been so helpful and resourceful today, that you’d feel bad for asking for more assistance.

He just shakes his head and stands up from his seat in the camping van, and walks away. End of discussion, I guess.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆

You spent a few minutes sitting alone in the van, decompressing, but also thinking of ways to return the favor. Seriously, what’s a good way to show him your gratitude? You know he’s not doing this because he expects something in return. Xavier is a genuine and sweet soul, someone who is reliable (except in the kitchen) with a soothing presence. He never seems overwhelmed, even when he lights his oven on fire.

You sigh wistfully. You were hoping he was going to say “Let’s go on a date!” or “Can I sleep in your tent?” or maybe “You know, the front of my pants is feeling a little tight, could you lend me a hand –“ you blush, hiding your face in your hands. If only.

You glance at your phone to look at the time. You decide you’ve spent enough time away from everyone, letting your mind wander – how big is it? – okay, you really need to focus and go back to your colleagues.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆

The rest of the evening went uneventful – you hung out with your friends, cleaned up the mess and then took a relaxing shower. Somewhere between cleaning up and the shower, you swiped a pack of chocolate covered strawberries from the mafia game winner. You wanted those strawberries the moment your eyes landed on them in that pile of snacks.  And you’ll buy them later and give them back, so technically you’re borrowing them!

Besides, you want to give them to Xavier as a small thank you. He deserves more than this, but it will do for now.

Anyway, after the refreshing shower, you’re looking around the campsite. Most of your colleagues are cozying up in their tents, only a few still talking and drinking outside. Where’s Xavier?

You saw him earlier hanging out with others, but now… your eyes land on his figure, lounging by a tree away from all the tents.

You approach him. “There’s no way I’m letting you sleep outside.”

Xavier, not opening his eyes, says “I have no problem sleeping outside.”

“Well, as the captain of this group, I very much do.” You extend your arm towards him “C’mon, you can sleep in my tent.”

He opens his eyes as he hears the offer. “Are you – “

You grab his hand, “Yes, the tent is big enough for the two of us.” You suddenly remember that you only brought one blanket, but this summer night is nice and breezy so it shouldn’t be an issue.

Hesitant at first, Xavier nods and gets up while holding your hand. He moves his backpack to your tent and goes to take a shower, giving you time to change into pajama shorts and tank top; not really appropriate in this situation, but who cares!

As you spread out the blanket over the sleeping mat and two pillows, (yes, two, the other one was meant for your knees), you sit there waiting for him and then you realize – wow, it’s kinda fucking cold in here!

You were so focused on being a good captain and taking care of everyone that it completely slipped your mind that you should pack warmer pajamas and maybe a sleeping bag; it doesn’t matter that it’s summer, nights are always colder in the woods.

As you wonder if the blanket will be warm enough, from the corner of your eye you notice Xavier approaching the tent. He’s wearing a loose white t-shirt and gray cotton shorts. You move a little to make room for him, and when he crouches to step inside, your eyes are glued to his muscular legs. The staring makes you miss the way Xavier’s eyes take in your figure, the smooth skin of your thighs and your pebbled nipples poking underneath your top.

You quickly shift your gaze to his face; he’s looking around the tent. Suddenly you’re nervous. It hits you that you’ll be sleeping next to Xavier in this small ass tent. You feel an awkward tension, so you say “I hope this is enough room for you! I don’t have one more blanket but I do have an extra pillow!”

Xavier chuckles, and gives you a reassuring smile. “It’s good enough for me. I just hope you’re comfortable with this.”

“Of course I am!” You say very convincingly. As you nervously shift, your thigh grazes the box of strawberries. Right, I almost forgot! You take them and offer the box to him. “Here, a small token of my gratitude.”

He eyes the fruit, not taking them immediately. “Where did you get those?”

“The winner gave them to me.”

“Really?”

“I stole them.” You say with a shy smile. Some things are just impossible to hide from him.

He chuckles, “I’ll take them, but only if you have some as well.”

You agree and he opens the box, placing it between you two.

You’re the first one to try them, and you’re so pleased that your little crime paid off. And by Xavier’s little mm!  you know that he enjoys the sweetness of chocolate and the strawberries as well. You sit there for a while, eating and chatting about whatever; mostly about the books he’s been reading and the new game both of you started playing.

You don’t feel that tired anymore. It’s probably the shower that washed away all the fatigue of the day. And the adrenaline from talking, not only talking but sharing a tent and then later sleeping next to your crush. You’re actually so excited you could run laps around the campsite, but at the same time so flustered you don’t know what to do with yourself.

After you take another bite of the fruit, you notice that Xavier’s eyes are lingering on your lips? No, your cheek?

His hand slowly goes towards your face, and you stand still, unsure of what he wants. His ring finger gently wipes the corner of your mouth.

He smiles, “You had some chocolate there.”

When he’s about to lick his finger, you joke “Hey! You’re taking my chocolate!”

He stops for a second, looks at the finger, then at you. “You’re right. Do you want it back?” He asks with that teasing glint in his eyes as he holds the digit in front of your lips.

You’re stunned for a moment, trying to read the situation. Does he really want you to lick it off?

Okay, you can play along; with your eyes on his, you start to lick the chocolate. Xavier’s eyes widen for a split second, his lips slightly part as he watches you lick and suck his finger clean. It made his shorts tighter, and he hopes that you don’t notice the outline of his erection on his gray shorts.

And you’re so frustrated at yourself because of how wet this little interaction made you.

When you’re done, with a light blush on his cheeks, he pulls back his hand and clears his throat. “You’re really good at this.”

You only sheepishly smile and continue the conversation like nothing happened.  

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆

“You didn’t bring a sleeping bag?” Xavier asks as you as you both get ready to sleep. It’s gotten late, it’s dead silent as everyone around you is sleeping or trying to fall asleep. You’re surprised that Xavier managed to stay awake this long.

You admit that you forgot the fact that it’s colder at night here than back in the city. “But the blanket should be big enough for both of us.” You offer to go ask someone for one more blanket, but he refuses and says that he’s worried about you being cold.

His eyes scan over your barely covered body “I can borrow you my hoodie. But it smells like campfire.”

“I’m gonna to be fine. Let’s just go to sleep.” You reassure him (and yourself). With that, both of you lie down, your backs turned, and cover yourself with a blanket that is not enough for two people.

Xavier lets you take most of it, but tries to not make it obvious, so he holds onto it, only his back covered.

Ten, fifteen, maybe twenty minutes pass, you don’t know. You just can’t fall asleep. Not only because your ass is freezing, but because he is lying right next to you. And judging by his deep breathing, he’s asleep. Of course he is. You turn on your back and stare at the stars peeking through the mesh screen of the tent. You don’t want to move around too much or step outside because you don’t want to wake him. He’s had an exhausting day too.

You turn on your side, facing his back. You can’t see much in the dark tent, the only light source being the moon and the stars, and faint fairy lights outside. But it’s visible enough to admire his light fluffy hair and how wide his back is. You crave to trace your fingers over his shirt, through his hair… you completely took over the blanket!

You cover his figure, but then you’re a little exposed. With a sigh, you move closer to him as quietly as possible. Now, time to turn around in the same manner. But, Xavier is already switching to his other side, turning to you, and you’re so close, almost nose to nose and he opens his eyes.

You’re holding in your breath, freezing in place. “Sorry.” You whisper. “I just wanted to cover you.”

His sleepy eyes stare at yours, then at your lips. It takes him a second to register your words. “You’re still awake?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you cold?”

You take second before answering “Maybe.”

“Turn around.”

You do as you’re told expecting him to roll you into the blanket like a burrito and then you’d feel really bad. Those thoughts evaporate when you feel his warm arm slip around your waist, pulling your back against his strong, yet soft, chest, while his lower body keeps a respectful distance.

His breath tickles the skin of your neck, making you shiver. “Is this okay?”

You only muster a squeaky ‘mhm’, and then he falls silent again, with his face nuzzled against your neck. You close your eyes, and try to count sheep.

One sheep…two sheep… your arm gets uncomfortable so you place it over his that’s resting on your waist, the contact making his hand search your hand, entangling his fingers with yours, and then pulling you in a tighter embrace.

Exhaling a shuttering breath, you continue… three sheep… you’ve been keeping your legs pin straight this whole time and they’re starting to feel stiff and sore. But if you bend them, they’ll be exposed to cold air, but if you curl up you’ll be pressing your butt against Xavier’s crotch, or at least lower belly.

Four sheep…

The gentle whisper of your name against your ear makes you yelp. You thought he fell asleep.

Xavier repeats your name, and you can hear the smirk on his lips “Position yourself however you please. I want you to be comfortable.”

You exhale a breath you’ve been holding. “Okay.”

You move into the fetus position, making yourself as comfortable as possible, warm in his embrace, your bottom keeping an awkward distance from his lower half.  You bite your bottom lip and try to regulate your breathing. He can probably feel how fast your heart is beating. You think how it’s unfair that he can feel how flustered you are.

You feel his slow heartbeat, but you can’t see his feverish red cheeks.

“Is it better now?” He asks.

“Yeah, it’s just that...” It’s just that your legs and buttocks are still cold.

When you don’t finish your sentence, he nudges your neck with his nose. “Your legs are cold.”

The hand on your waist moves and his fingers lightly glide over your upper thigh. When you don’t protest, he starts caressing, warming up your skin. The contact makes you hot between your legs, making you unconsciously rub your thighs and arch your back, your butt backing up against his front. 

You immediately flinch, jolting your middle forward outside the covers. “Sorry.” You mumble, your cheeks burning in embarrassment, your body staying in that awkward position.

Xavier can’t help but laugh at the position you’re in. He rubs your shoulder in an attempt to console you. “It’s okay. I don’t mind”

It takes you a few seconds to muster up the courage to go back under the cover, closing the distance between your bodies, letting him spoon you.

You feel like you could melt in his arms; he’s so warm, smells like fresh linen and herbal hair shampoo. Even though you’re still nervous, your body is able to relax and press further against him, unintentionally grinding your soft bottom against his quickly hardening length.

Your pussy clenches as you feel his clothed hard dick against you. He doesn’t say anything, but shift a little further from you.

You don’t know if it’s the weariness, the horniness, or the boldness (if you can call it that), that makes you whisper. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” And you close the distance again, this time slowly sliding your ass against him to prove your point.

A shuddering breath leaves his lips, as he starts moving at your pace. He shifts to rest on his elbow and his hand moves up to cup your cheek, and you turn to face him, your hips halting the movement.

He gazes into your eyes and nudges the tip of your nose with his. He softly breathes your name and his soft warm lips leave a feather light kiss on yours. He waits for your reaction with those puppy eyes that always make you weak.

With the hand that was under you, you hold the side of his face and pull him into a soft kiss. Your lips softly graze and nip as Xavier adjusts his body, elbows resting on either side of your head, his chest resting against yours, but his pelvis is hovering against yours.

You decide to be the one to take the next step; fingers of one hand run through his hair as you deepen the kiss, your tongue glosses his bottom lip and slipping inside, tasting his. The other hand pushes down his lower back, and he takes the hint.

You gasp into the kiss as his dick grinds right between your clothed folds, grazing your clit just right. Your cheeks and core are burning as Xavier starts rutting waster and harder, you can feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest. Both of you are panting between kisses, suppressing moans and whines.

He breathes against your lips “We should stop.” When he notices a flash of disappointment on your face, he adds, “It’s so easy to hear everything here.”

You nod. “Yeah, you’re right.” You gulp and take in deep breaths. Your tent is the furthest from the rest, but still close enough to hear if someone is getting it on.

He rolls over to his side, still facing you. His eyes take in your features as his fingertips graze over them. He pulls you in by the back of your head into a slow kiss. Your lips taste each other, tongues licking, his teeth playfully nibbling your bottom lip.

The hand on the back of your hand travels over your jaw to hold your chin, and a deep sigh leaves his lips. He whispers, “It’s so hard to hold back.” and the continues tasting your plump lips.

Those words make your panties wetter than they were. You throw your leg over his hips and soon you’re straddling him, and his arms envelop you, pressing your body flush against his, his hips bucking up to meet yours once again.

But you crave more contact and so does Xavier. At the same time, Xavier pulls down his shorts and you take off yours. A whimper escapes your lips as you sit back down on his rock hard dick, your sexes only separated by thin fabric.

He pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss, his hands grabbing your ass, moving your hips in the same rhythm with his. The friction feels so good, too good. Your pussy is creaming so much, making a mess of your panties and his boxer briefs. Then he shifts his hips a little and his cockhead starts hitting and rubbing your clit over and over, and you’re mewling and panting into the sloppy kiss.

He smirks against your lips. “Honey, I need you to stay quiet. I don’t want anyone else to hear you like this.”

The heat pools in the bottom of belly. “Xavier, I’m close.”

“Yeah? Is my little bunny feeling good?” He pants, and by the twitching of his cock, you think he’s close too.

You hold back a disappointed whine when he puts a distance between your hips, but then you feel him push down his boxers freeing his throbbing dick. He pulls your panties to the side and brings your hips back down, your dripping pussy lips sliding against his thick length, and he immediately locks your lips with his, swallowing your moan.

He has you in a tight embrace, one hand on the plump flesh of your ass and the other on the back of your neck. His lips leave a wet trail from your lips over your jaw to the shell of your ear, and you listen to his restrained pants and grunts.

His hot breath fans over your ear “Let’s come together.” He pulls up both of your shirts a bit, and you feel his hard ab muscles tensing against your skin.

You can only nod as the tip starts hitting your clit again, and in a few seconds you’re coming undone on top of him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your moans.

Xavier follows shortly after, his cum spilling over both of your bellies.

You take a moment to calm down and you notice that he’s still as hard. You come up to meet his gaze.

His eyes are veiled with so much lust and craving. “I – “

“Please, fuck me.” You need more.

With those three magic words, he’s on top of you again, his shirt and the blanket disregarded somewhere in the corner. He pushes your tank top over your breasts, his hot lips latching onto your nipple while his fingers play with the other one, while his cock is sliding with ease between your slippery folds.

You know that he wants to prep you more, but you feel like you’ve been edged for too long, your hole clenching around nothing.

Xavier’s breath hitches against your nipple when you reach down and wrap your hand around his member, feeling how long and thick he is (he’s longer than your thought).

He comes up and holds your gaze as you tease the tip against your soaking entrance “I need you now.”

His hand switches with yours, slowly easing into you, his gaze never leaving yours. He swallows thickly, and cursing under his breath as he feels your walls clench around him.

And you’re a mess under him, biting your lip to contain your moans and whines, but your pussy is already fluttering around his length, second orgasm building up.

When he’s finally buried to the hilt, he rests his body on top of yours, neither of you caring about the slippery cum between you, if anything it spurs you on even more.

He slowly starts rolling his hips, his lips leaving open mouth kisses over your collar bone and your neck. You fingers find purchase in his hair and nails lightly scrape the skin over his taut back muscles. In your daze you take a moment to admire his strong back and then you move your hand from his back to grab his biceps. Fuck, you wish there was more light here.

Xavier’s lips lock with yours in a sloppy kiss, his tip grazing your sweet spot with every thrust while his fingertips rub your sensitive bundle of nerves. His voice is raspy from all the strangled groans, “You’re squeezing me so hard, princess. Are you gonna come for me?”

You only manage a small moan in response, and you don’t even care if you’re loud. And the wet smacking of his pelvis against your creamy cunt is already giving you away.

You barely give any warning as suddenly another orgasm crashes over you, his free hand covering your mouth. He coos in your ear that’s right and you’re so pretty and sweet names that you barely register as you whimper against his hand and your pussy spasms around his cock.

As you come down from your high, he picks up the pace and soon you notice him twitching inside you, his hips stuttering and his pants becoming shallower.

He murmurs “Where do you want me?”

You fight back the urge to say ‘inside’, you want him to fill you up so bad, but now is not the place to make that kind of mess.

Still, you don’t want spill it outside. “Use my mouth.”

His face burns and his dick painfully throbs at those words. You rest on your elbows as he pulls out and straddles your waist, his hand resting on your head.

You let him guide the tip past your lips, and you swirl your tongue around it tasting your mixed juices. He swallows a moan as you take him in deeper; swollen lips enveloping his cock, tongue swirling, tasting him, and grazing his pulsing veins, and he can’t help the pang of jealousy that hits him with how good you’re at this.

Pushing those thoughts back, he caresses your cheekbone with his thumb. “You’re taking me so good.”

He starts thrusting, unable to hold back much longer. He whispers between pants “Tap my arm if I go too hard.”

You hum against his length, focused on relaxing your throat as his cockhead starts hitting more and more with each thrust and stutter of his hips.

You feel him throb hard in your mouth, and his hand travels under your chin. You hear him demand with a strangled groan “Look at me.”

Your eyes lock with his, the sight of you sucking him in with a fucked-out face making him tip over the edge, filling your mouth with his hot cum.

He takes shaky breaths as he twitches in your mouth as you suck him and swallow each drop, not letting anything go to waste.

After he pulls out, he sits next to you and gives you a chaste kiss on the lips.

He holds your face in his hands, his nose nudging yours. “Are you okay?”

You nod and kiss him again. And then you feel cold air hit the wet spots on your body. You chuckle “We need to get cleaned up, though.”

With that, you wipe yourselves with wipes and dress up to make an awkward walk towards the bathroom. You just hope that no one heard what you were doing in the tent. Or the shower.

[foxy-eva]

Swept off your feet

Summary: Spencer gives you a foot massage and discovers something very interesting about himself

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) massages, teasing, foot kink, footjob, female masturbation, unprotected penetrative sex

Word count: 2.2k

Author’s note: I love kinktober and exploring new things. So I decided that Spencer Reid must be into feet and my fic is here to prove it. It’s very cute, I promise. 

Masterlist

There was hardly a better feeling than to get cozy in a bed with fresh sheets right after taking a shower. Spencer was already waiting for you in bed when you stepped out of the bathroom. Seeing you in your colorful pajama shorts and oversized sleep shirt made him smile. He watched as you grabbed a bottle of body lotion and sat down on the mattress beside him. 

“I’m so tired,” you complained as you began applying the lotion to your legs. “Why is taking care of your skin so much work?” 

“Here,” Spencer cooed as he took the bottle from your hands. “Let me help you.”

You leaned against the headboard of the bed while Spencer moved to sit beside your legs. With careful motions he began rubbing the lotion over your shins and calves, giving your legs a gentle massage. A content sigh fell from your lips at the sensation. 

“Feels nice,” you breathed as he repeated the same movements on the other leg. 

“Yeah?” He said while a smile spread over his face. “You deserve to feel good.”

When Spencer seemed content with his work on your legs, he put more lotion into his palms and started to massage one of your feet. He gently caressed you while his eyes were focussed on your skin. 

“I love that color,” he said, prompting you to follow his line of sight. It took you a second to realize he was talking about your nail polish. “It makes your feet look even prettier.” 

It was nothing new for Spencer to worship every part of your body. He always made sure you knew how much he loved every curve and dip of your skin when the two of you were together. He had this way of looking at you like he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. 

The way Spencer took his time massaging your foot was almost impressive. He made sure to cover it evenly in lotion and rubbing and pressing all the spots that he knew would feel pleasant for you. 

When he took your other foot between his palms, you noticed him shifting weirdly in his place, like he was trying to readjust his clothes without letting go of your body. It was so subtle that you almost missed it. When your eyes began searching for what caused the discomfort, you couldn’t hold back the audible breath from escaping your throat. 

Spencer was visibly aroused and his hardness was straining against his pajama pants. 

Of course he noticed you looking at him and when your eyes locked with his again, you realized how his cheeks had taken on a wonderful rosy shade. 

“Sorry, just ignore that,” he mumbled and you couldn’t overhear how his voice was laced with embarrassment. 

That was odd. It had been a long time since Spencer felt awkward about wanting to initiate intimacy. 

You opened your arms and giggled, “You can come here and I’d be very happy to not ignore that.”

He just shook his head and muttered, “I’m not done with your foot massage.” 

It was then that you became curious about what exactly it was that had turned him on so much. You thought back to the handful of times when Spencer had paid special attention to your feet. Like that one time you wore heels to your date night and didn’t even make it out of the apartment because Spencer got so riled up by seeing your outfit, he had to have you right then and there. Or those couple of times during sex when you hooked your legs over his shoulders and he took a moment to kiss your feet before continuing to fuck you. 

Raising your eyebrows, you decided to explore your theory. Slowly you moved your free foot over Spencer’s thigh, making him audibly gulp and stop what he was doing. You started carefully rubbing the sole of your foot over where his hardness was straining so painfully against his pants. 

“Is that okay?” You cooed when Spencer looked at you with widened eyes and his mouth hanging open. 

“Y… yes.”

When you let the ball of your foot brush over his clothed tip, Spencer’s entire body jerked and a moan escaped his throat. 

“Spencer?” You said while stopping to tease him with your foot. 

He looked innocent as ever when he replied, “What?”

Your voice sounded genuine when you wondered, “Do you have a foot fetish you never told me about?”

He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “Uhm… I uh… kind of just found out about this myself,” he confessed and added in his usual matter-of-factly way, “It’s definitely more of a kink than a fetish though because I can become aroused without it.”

“Interesting,” You quipped. 

You were getting excited about the new nuance this discovery could add to your sex life. 

Spencer, however, seemed a little worried when he asked, “Do you think that’s weird?”

“Absolutely not.” Sitting up to be closer to your boyfriend, you placed a kiss on his lips before purring, “I need you to tell me exactly what you want to do.” 

He found your lips in another, more urgent kiss. His tongue begged for entrance the moment he made contact with your mouth and you granted it, losing yourself in this kiss. When he leaned back to look at you, you could feel the heat of his breath against your face. Your fingertips brushed over his cheek and he leaned into your touch. 

“Tell me, Spencer,” You encouraged him again. 

“Can I uhm… kiss your feet?” 

You nodded as you leaned back against the headboard again, intently watching every move he made. He let his fingertips brush over one of your ankles before he lifted your foot off the mattress. Tentatively he began leaving feather-light kisses on your ankle and the back of your foot, the rough stubble on his cheeks tickling you. 

It was a strange sensation to have your feet caressed this way and you could feel how every nerve was on edge. When he moved to the underside of your foot, it almost became too much. Spencer noticed how sensitive you were to his ministrations.

“Am I tickling you?” He wondered before he continued kissing you. 

“Only a little.” 

“I’m sorry,” he breathed against your skin before placing your foot back on the mattress. “You have to tell me when I do something that doesn’t feel good, okay?” 

“I will.” You lifted your other foot and snickered, “Here, you’re not done yet.”

“I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this just as much as I do,” he chuckled as he rubbed his palms over your skin. 

He paid your other foot the same kind of attention as he placed soft kisses over your every inch of skin within reach. It seemed like he had figured out a way to apply just enough pressure that it wouldn’t tickle you and you could indulge in this strange yet pleasant new sensation. 

“So beautiful,” he mumbled into your skin.

Spencer’s lips brushed over your shin right before he placed your leg back on the mattress. You locked eyes with him and it became obvious that he wanted to ask something but didn’t yet dare to. After a moment, he began speaking. 

“Would you uhm… touch me like before?”

You placed your feet on his thighs and let them slowly wander over the fabric of his pajama pants. “Like this?” 

“Yes.” 

Instead of granting him what he was obviously longing for, you decided to tease him by only moving along his thighs. The outline of his erection was clearly visible and a wet patch had formed where his tip pressed against the fabric of his pants. Spencer was incredibly turned on and you couldn’t put into words how much that excited you. 

He found your eyes, a desperate expression written all over his face. “Please…” 

“Please what?” You teased him. 

“Please touch my… cock,” he whimpered. 

If Spencer wanted to get a footjob, you wanted to do it right. You had a feeling that it wouldn’t be a simple task, so you decided to make it a little easier for yourself. Your feet left his lap before you sat up once more to press your lips against his and grab the hem of his shirt. He didn’t resist when you pulled it up, moving with you as you undressed him until he sat in front of you completely bare. 

You leaned over to reach for the drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. After squeezing a fair amount into your hand, you began spreading the liquid over Spencer’s cock. He twitched against your palm at the sudden sensation while hissing a curse. 

“You’re so cute when you’re needy,” you praised him before leaning back against the headboard once more. 

When Spencer found his position kneeling at your feet, you didn’t waste any more time before carefully making contact. The sound that escaped his mouth when your feet began caressing his cock was downright peccable. He couldn’t keep his eyes from where you made contact with his body, mesmerized by the look of your soles brushing over his velvety skin. 

It wasn’t easy but after a few moments you figured out how to do this. You managed to keep his erection firmly pressed between the undersides of your feet and move along his shaft. Ever so often he’d involuntarily jerk his hips upwards in an attempt to create more friction. 

“Fuck,” he moaned as your feet kept caressing him. “Feels so good.”

There was something so sinful, so taboo about this moment and you couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed the sight. It was arousing to see Spencer so desperate and vulnerable as he gave into his newly discovered kink. 

It was then that you noticed how turned on you had gotten yourself and decided to do something about it. One of your hands found its way under your shirt to grab your own breasts while the other dipped beneath the waistband of your shorts. To your own surprise you were already dripping with desire.

As you began circling your most sensitive spot with your fingers, it became more difficult to focus on your initial task. Spencer was so mesmerized by your feet that it took several moments for him to notice what you were doing. His pupils were blown wide when he scanned your body, watching you as you touched yourself. 

Just when you thought that he was about to reach his point of no return, he touched your ankles to hinder you from moving anymore and placed your feet on either side of his body. 

“I need you,” he groaned as he moved closer. 

“Please,” you whispered, already desperate to find relief. 

He grabbed the wrist of the hand that was buried between your legs and pulled it out of your shorts. Without a second thought, he brought your fingers to his mouth to lick off the thick essence they were covered in, making you whimper at the sight of it. 

Spencer didn’t take the time to remove your flimsy pajama shorts, instead he just pulled them aside to let his thumb glide through your slick folds. 

“You really liked that, huh,” he chuckled when he realized how wet you were. 

You laughed when you reached for his erection to guide it to your entrance. “You’re one to talk.” 

Spencer didn’t waste any more time to push into you, finding no resistance from your body. When he was fully inside you, you couldn’t help but clench around him, making him moan out your name. 

He hooked his arms under your knees to bring your legs over his shoulders and took a brief moment to turn his head to kiss each of your feet. Then he began moving as he towered over you. Slow and deep at first, savoring each thrust and watching how you reacted to his motions. When he was sure you could take it, he accelerated his pace, fucking you just the way he knew you liked. 

With all the built-up tension from your earlier actions, it didn’t take long for the both of you to dance along the edge of euphoria. Spencer seemed to struggle to hold back, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. 

You felt like you were getting drunk on the sight in front of you. With his scrunched up face and disheveled hair, Spencer had never looked more beautiful. The rosy shade covering his cheeks had spread over his neck and chest, giving his skin a glow that almost looked unreal. 

“Fuck,” he hissed. “I’m so close!” 

Pleasure took over your senses when you felt his thumb pressing against your bundle of nerves, desperately circling it to throw you over the edge together with him. When he felt your walls starting to pulse around his cock, he couldn’t hold back any longer and released any remaining tension into your heat. 

You welcomed him inside your embrace when he collapsed on top of you, holding him close for as long as he needed you to. 

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[suckerforblondeathletes]

No feelings...or not? - Paige Bueckers

Paige Bueckers x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Paige agree to 'sex with no feelings', but it most defiantly doesn't go to plan.

Warnings: Cussing, illusions to sex, kissing, alcohol?

Authors Note: IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

Being apart of a team full of the hottest, and funniest people was exciting. You were noticed everywhere and by everyone, but that also had its effects because you were on a team with the hottest people.

And by hottest people, we are all talking about Paige Bueckers.

You and Paige had a...relationship of sorts. Well in Paiges words, not a relationship in any way.

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Flash back to last season, when UConn was fighting for their spot in the final four.

One night, you and Paige were roomed together for a night in the hotel the team was staying in at the moment. You and Paige have always had tension.

Smirks and long glances thrown your way in the privacy of the teams apartment. You threw them back, when you sit on the couch and Paige walks in to speak to whoever is In the room with you, you stare at her the entire time.

Looking her up and down, she's like eye candy when she has a pair of sweats on and a hoodie, even more when she has boy shorts on and her boxers are poking out, off topic.

Well back to the hotel room. It was the night UConn finally advanced to the final four, everyone was excited and adrenaline was high.

You just got out of the shower and you were dressed in your pajamas and in bed, scrolling on twitter when a tall blonde runs into the hotel and launches onto your bed.

"Paige!" You smile as she crawls off your chest and lays next to you.

"where were you? We had a dinner downstairs." Paige asks and smooths your hair back that she messed up.

You smile at her and respond.

"Wanted a shower, tired." You whisper back and stare into her blue eyes.

She leaves the hand there on your cheek after she fixes your hair, then the tension snaps and her lips crash onto yours.

You crawl onto her lap and y'alls tongues fight for the others, your hands in her hair as hers go to your hips, pulling you closer.

Clothes were taken off, and you both were left tired and panting next to the other, you roll onto her bare chest In search for comfort.

She rubs your back and whispers.

"Hey...can this be a sex with no feelings type thing? I enjoyed this a lot, but I can't be in a relationship right now."

Your heart broke slightly at that, in your head, you knew you were fucked after the first kiss.

"Alright" You respond, sighing and soaking up her warmth before she ends up letting you get dressed, and her the same. She wraps you up and goes to her bed, the big blankets feeling colder than before.

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Fast forwards to now. You and Paige have fucked countless times, but neither of your go anywhere further than that.

Fucking. That's it.

Is that what you want? Fuck no.

Is that what she wants? Yes.

But, as much as you want to fight down the truth, you have grown feelings for the blonde. Feelings that can go no where, despite what you want.

And it proves itself to you on nights like these.

The team is all out drinking at a bar right off campus, and it seems that Paige is drinking something else. A short, skinny brunette, who wears a very revealing shirt and shorty shorts, as she stands at the end of the groups table.

Paiges hand is at the girls hip, and her eyes are practically fucking her, as the girl laughs way too hard at something Paige said. Making your blood boil.

You tried to ignore them, talk with Azzi, down a few drinks, but the girls high pitch, ear ringing laughter made everyone who had a sense of hearing look over.

It snapped when Paige set her drink down and smashed her lips onto the girl. Your heart drops and so does your face as you stand, grab your bag, and walk out.

"Wait!" You hear someone yell behind you, most likely Kayla, but you ignore her. And you focus of the tears threatening to spill as you leave.

'What the FUCK were you doing?! She is your teammate and you have grown feelings for her because of some stupid sex YOU agreed to.' You tell yourself. And to an extent, you aren't wrong.

You did get yourself into this mess, now you have to deal with it.

"Wait!" Kayla grabs your arm as you reach your car, and you break down in her arms.

"Im so fucking stupid." You cry as she hugs you, rubbing your back and shaking her head. Kayla has always been someone to go to for comfort.

"No you're not. Come on get in the car I will drive." She says reassuringly, and grabs your keys from your hand and slips into the driver's seat.

You tell her everything.

From the sex, to the feelings, to why you ran out crying.

She takes you back to the teams apartment and you both go to your room, sit and talk while binging on some Oreos.

"I should never had said yes." You shake your head, wiping mascara away from your eye and chewing.

"You just wanted somewhere to put all your ache and need and stress, which is understandable..." She says and grabs her water.

"You just wanted someone, and you accidentally grew feelings for her. Which once again...is understandable." She smiles at you and gets a text, looking to her phone.

"Bro it's Paige." She says and you groan, throwing your head back against the headboard.

"What did she say?" You ask, barely wanting to hear the response she gives.

"She is wondering where we are." She says and starts typing on her phone.

"I honestly don't care, I just want to forget her, my feelings and stupid emotions." You take a deep breath to keep from crying again.

"Girl your emotions aren't stupid, everyone has emotions. And it's okay to feel them." She glances to you and types again.

The door to the apartment opens and laughter fills the hallways.

Later that night, you sit in your room watching a new show you started earlier that week and you get a knock.

"Come in" You voice and immediately regret it as a blue eyed blonde walks in.

"Yeah no. get out." You say and look away from her and to the TV. You see her out the corner of your eye come to a halt.

"What?" She says, confusion and ....hurt? in her tone. You look back to her. An angry expression on your face.

"I said get out." You say angrily and point to the door. The blonde, in a black sweat and hoodie set has the audacity to say..

"What did I do to you?" She throws her arms out in frustration and scrunches her face.

"Paige Madison." You close your eyes and put a hand out. But she doesn't stop, because Paige doesn't know how to not be aggravating.

She walks over to you and sits on your bed. You huff and debate kicking the shit out of her but she grabs your face and kisses you so soft, then the anger that once plagued your senses leaves immediately, replacing it with vulnerability.

You break.

You vent out all your issues, from your feelings, to the cold pizza you ate this morning with tears streaming down your face and before you can finish, she pulls you into her arms and rubs your back.

And for a moment, all the sadness and pain goes away, and its just her.

"I feel the same, I have feelings for you. I just try to over ride them with other girls, which obviously didn't work and didn't help our situation. And I'm sorry for that." She pulls back and looks you in the eyes, cupping your face and rubbing soft circles on your cheek.

"I love you." You tell her, and she kisses you soft again, making all the pain and anger evaporate.

"I love you too."

[amaranthineghost]

Hiiiii!!!

Can you write smth where lando and his gf try this chocolate which makes you horny and see how long they can go without touching each other

| HIS HANDS TOUCH ME LIKE MY SKIN IS STICKY, HE'S GLUED TO ME ( lando norris. ) |

ꕥ pairing: lando x reader

ꕥ summary: lando and his girlfriend try special chocolate and make it a competition to see who will lose first, and he's struggling to resist the urge to touch her.

ꕥ authors note: sorry this took so long to write, I was super busy and I don't know why this took me so long to make it half decent to read. i also wrote part of this with my new apple pencil! So that was super cool, but also weirdly difficult since my hand writing is slightly tragic.

ꕥ warnings: smut

FUCK, IT WAS HARD. he couldn't take it. he couldn't take the girl that sat across from him on the couch, lying perfectly on her stomach as if she didn't need him as bad as he needed her. after all, it was her plan, her bet, yet he'd been the one suffering.

clearly he had massively underestimated her, something he didn't do often. but he didn't expect her to be this nonchalant after eating the special chocolates she'd presented to him. he didn't expect her to have seemingly no reaction, or at least act like she didn't.

because he was going insane. he didn't expect the simple chocolate square she fed him to have such an effect on him, feeling the material of his pajama pants becoming tighter with every passing minute, and she appeared fine.

it hadn't even been 15 minutes since she challenged him to the bet and he was already a mess. she hadn't even done anything either, all she did was lie on the couch with her phone in her hands.

he wasn't sure how long he'd last. surely it couldn't be much longer with the thoughts of filth in his head, desperate to give him something to elevate his chances of outlasting her. it was unlikely, the dirty thoughts all consisted of her, and it aided him in no way, only hindering his ability to resist her.

fuck, he didn't expect it to be this agonizing, her skin was simply taunting him as she wore short shorts and a shirt she'd cut the collar off of, exposing the skin of her collarbone. her hair draped down her back, begging to be tangled in his veined hands as he forced himself down her throat, fuck. all he needed was her pretty, pink lips wrapped around the problem she caused when she first presented him with the special sweets.

his hips rolled against the couch at a desperate attempt to get comfortable with the aching bulge in his pants that he needed to be resolved so badly by her. a groan almost escaping past his throat at the friction of his pants. he hoped she didn't notice.

she did. she'd noticed because her vision was hyperfocused on his movement in her peripheral, watching every twitch in his body and every bounce in his leg. she felt the lingering eyes on her body, she knew he needed her, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't need him as much as he did, if not more.

the heat was uncomfortable between her thighs as she tried to ignore the effects of the sweets they'd eaten earlier as a challenge. because how else should they spend their time together other than trying to resist each other’s touch? she had tried to remain stoic as she saw the desperacy that’d become in his pants, a problem she knew only she could solve without leaving him aching for more.

he couldn’t satisfy himself with his own right hand, it wouldn’t be enough. he knew that and so did she—it was dangerous information she’d so quickly learnt after only a few nights in bed.

so seeming as he’d be unable to satisfy his troubles, it had made the challenge all the more agonizing. though it hadn’t been against the rules to take care of themselves, he wouldn’t. they only had one rule: don’t touch each other. so simple yet so torturous for the young driver when his girlfriend was this tempting.

he ached to feel her around him, in any way at this point because he so badly wanted to see her on her knees in front of him, turning red from the carpet underneath her, wanting to wrap her hair in his hands.

he didn't know what to do other than to sit and suffer as he tried to get some sort of stimulation to hold him until she caved. He hoped she would because he didn't know how much longer he could last before he'd ruin her. the image in his mind as he'd picture the scenario of her beneath him. But it wouldn't be long.

she stood up, so abruptly he nearly lost his breath. she finally caved, he thought in utter relief. he almost sighed, he was so relieved she'd been the one to lose. but she hadn't when she walked right past where he sat on the couch. he nearly lost his mind, he was so desperate and she passed right by him like she didn't even care.

she returned  with a bottled water in hand, completely undisturbed by the very disturbed lando she would almost walk by, almost. He reached out with his hands, digging into her sides when she reappeared, she yelped, caught off-guard with his hasty actions. he'd pull her into his lap, the water bottle falling to the carpet as her back pressed into his chest.

he groaned lowly into her ear when her ass pushed against his bulge, grasping the flesh of her waist so tightly, he watched  the skin turn red under his fingertips, and fuck did it turn him on even more. if that was possible. the friction caused by the clothes acting as a barrier caused his hips to buck against her.

he needed her, in any way he could get, he wanted to be selfish. so when he muttered in a raspy voice, "on your knees, pretty girl," she obliged, seeing as she wanted to please him in any way she could, especially since she hadn't been the one to lose.

she slipped from his lap, the skin of her knees digging into the rug. she watched him fumble with the waistband of his pants, he was desperate and she had all the power over him in the moment. she knew he was at her will.

she reached up to where he struggled with pulling the elastic down, wrapping her finger over the hem and pulling down his pajama pants and boxers painfully slow. she savored the moment, he wanted her to end his prolonged suffering.

past his thighs, down to his knees, and eventually piling at his ankles. he was hard, precum seeping down his shaft to show he'd been waiting too long. he sucked in a breath at the contact with the cold apartment air.

she ran her hands up his thighs, watching the goosebumps follow her cold hands. she controlled his pleasure. all while keeping eye contact, filled with lust and tension. when her hands reached his cock, she teased him by running a single finger down his hard length inciting a curse from his mouth and the movement in his hips. her other arm came to rest against the skin above his knee, the bone of her elbow pressing into the muscle.

she didn't tease him for long because what comes around, goes around. she didn't need him torturing her in the near future so she spit into the palm of her hand, though she thought it was most likely unnecessary for her to do. wrapping her hand around him caused the groan in his throat to escape past his lips.

he was a mess in her hands, strings of moans escaping his mouth with every slow stroke of his cock. he begged for her to pick up the pace, give him more.

so she figured she would, moving her hand ever so slightly faster, running her thumb across his tip before she leaned her head close to his cock, giving him kitten licks that left saliva down his shaft. she felt the moment his hand finally found her hair, tangling his fingers as he closed his hand in a fist.

she changed  from small grazes with her tongue to kissing back up to his tip. she slowly swirled  her tongue around the head of his cock. it caused lando to throw his head back, his neck on full display with his adam's apple bobbing with every noise of pleasure.

with his hand in her hair, he pushed  her down further on his cock so now her mouth was full of him. she squeaked against him, and he groaned loudly at the vibrations through his hard length, "fuck-"

he let out curse after curse as she sucked him off, hollowing her cheeks around his shaft which incited him to pull her further down by her hair, her nose nearly meeting the skin above the base of his cock. he could feel the struggle in her throat, praising her accordingly, "fuck-you take me so well, pretty girl." he'd hold himself down her throat only momentarily, he didn't want to hurt her too much.

when she pulled back, she panted heavily as the only thing that connected them was the trail of saliva from bottom lip to his tip. her face was reddened and flushed, a result of the move he just pulled. he removed the hand lost in her hair, moving to caress the side of her head instead.

he patted  his thigh for her to return to the original position they found themselves in. she was confused though, he didn't cum so why was he telling her to sit back on his lap? she’d find out.

she’d find out when she stood before him, seeing he still wore his shirt but the bottom had ridden up his abs. her stomach flipped at the sight of his happy trail that led to his erection. she stood still because she didn't know what else to do.

he reached behind her and pulled her by the backs of her thighs onto his bare lap. he cursed when her clothed heat grinded against his cock, his hands grasping her waist as he rolled her hips against him, hearing the small moans that left her lips. he smirked at how easily he could rile her up without doing much.

he sighed when she ran her frigid hands up his abs and under his shirt to his chest. she trailed them back down to the hem before peeling the material from his body while his hands remained firm on her hips. only for a second did he lift his hands to remove his shirt. the only thing that remained was his silver chain.

when his hands returned to her sides, his fingers disappeared under her top, feeling the hidden skin before he slowly pulled it from her body. he swore he felt himself get harder at the sight of her exposed chest, already finding himself fondling her flesh.

but he soon remembered  how desperate he was. he didn't have the patience to take her shorts off, watching her face as he pushed aside the cloth, hearing her hiss at the coolness though quickly replaced when he ran a couple of fingers across her cunt. she nearly threw her head back, just as he had done.

they didn't have time to mess around though as their already decently high sex drive had increased ten fold, hormones running at an all time high. so he wanted to waste no time, hastily dragging his fingers covered in her slick down his tongue. when he lined up his cock to her heat, pushing her down on him. a raspy moan escaped past his lips as he watched himself disappear past her folds. fuck, it was exhilarating feeling her walls around him, it always was.

as badly as he wanted it, he'd let her do the work. initially, she had just rolled her hips to create the friction they both craved from each other. but her movements were practically effortless, not costing her a heavy breath, it just simply wasn't enough.

despite the moans he'd let out, he needed more. he halted her movements, feeling her clench around him at the sudden lack of pleasure. instead he guided her up and down on his cock, lifting her so slowly then slamming her back down until he completely filled her, groaning lowly at the scream he'd caused to leave her lips. their skin lewdly slapped together as he'd continue the movements for her, eventually sitting back to watch as she bounced on his cock.

"you’re so pretty on my cock, darlin' " he'd praised, "such a good slut for me."

fuck, was it a glorious sight that'd been for his eyes only, watching her use his cock to pleasure herself. that’s what he liked to think because it got him off to see her enjoying herself, by any means. constant moans and occasional curses followed by his name, he could've come undone right as his name left her lips.

he noticed the staggered pace, how heavily her bare chest rose and fell, how she struggled to keep the momentum he'd set for her. by pushing her back, she pressed against him, face buried in his neck as her moans breathed across her skin. he’d wrap both arms around the small of her back to steady her, jutting his hips sharply upwards, followed quickly by her screams of pleasure as he plowed into her until she came hard on his cock, his thrust slowing to a halt.

they laid still for a while, his cock still stuffed inside of her as she stayed on him. the sweat on their skin mixing and the only sound that could be heard was the recovery of their breaths. peeling her body from his, he stood and didn't reach far to grab the previously disregarded water bottle, pushing it into her hand.

he disappeared, though not for long as he came back  with a damp rag and clean clothes for both of them. he gently parted her legs, first cleaning her inner thighs before ever so slightly across her sensitive clit, causing her to cry out softly.

“shhh,” he shushed her as he continued more gently this time.

“this was your doin’, love."

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[the-thing-withfeathers]

let me do this (w.a)

a/n: short little wednesday drabble that i quickly wrote on my flight back. this one’s for emma cause she asked nicely.

pairing: wednesday addams x female reader

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you knew she was busy with the investigation, and you were fine with it.

it was definitely hard though. you weren’t safe from her suspect list, but despite her brutal interrogation tactics, you stayed.

you had no intention of wanting to end the relationship, you knew she was just trying to be cautious. you couldn’t blame her for that.

some days hurt more than others, when she was particularly suspicious of you. you were just as much of an outcast as everyone else. sometimes your name would come up with leads and when she knocked at your door, you expected affectionate company rather than her prying questions.

but then again, you loved her. and you stayed.

you were curled up in her bed, she had gone out to follow a lead. but you wanted pieces of her, you wanted to feel her presence.

you stirred at the sound of the door opening, her boots lightly thumping against the ground.

“wednesday?” you muttered as you pushed yourself up, trying to get a glimpse of her. you managed to sit yourself up at the edge of the bed, the light from the hallway grazing your skin.

she dropped her bag on the ground and beelined for the bed like a zombie that has recently sound her footing.

your gaze softened, she looked exhausted. it must have been a bad turnout, you could see the energy leaving her body.

“mm…” she grumbled, plopping down on the bed. you watched her as she just sat there, there was nothing behind her eyes except tiredness.

you had to do something.

you stood up from the bed and got on your knees in front of her, your fingers undoing the laces of her shoes.

“you don’t have to…” she forced out, her voice hoarse.

“zip it.” you commanded. you knew she would be against this. wednesday hated being the one taken cared of. she hated how vulnerable she must look in front of you. but you didn’t care, she needed this. so you cut off any chance she had to protest.

she remained silent.

she knew that once you put your mind to something, there was no going back. you two were alike in that way, except you led with your heart more than she did. she admired you for it even if she never says it.

you tugged her boots off her feet. first the left foot, then the right. she sighed in relief as her feet were freed from the constraints of her shoes. you saw her stretch her legs slightly as you put her shoes by her closet.

while you were there, you pulled the doors to the closet open. you carefully selected her sleeping clothes, you knew she liked specific ones the most. you walked back over to her, setting them down on the bed.

she reached over to them but you inched them away.

“wednesday. please, just let me.” you said, firmly but pleading with her. she retracted her hand.

your fingers gripped the hem of her shirt, lifting it above her head. you paused before undoing her bra, making eye contact with her. she nodded and gave you permission. you unclasped her bra and let it fall onto the floor. you slipped the pajama shirt over her head, watching it fall over her body.

you repeated the process with her pants, leaving a soft kiss on her stomach as you raised her sleeping shorts. that sent goosebumps up her neck. she didn’t expect it but she wasn’t disappointed. in fact, she found herself wanting more.

you sat her back down on the bed, walking to her dresser and grabbing her black brush. you hesitated at first, she had stopped you twice now, but you had to try. your fingers held onto her braids, carefully undoing the bands that held them together. you untangled them gently. her soft, sily hair threading through your fingers with ease. you knew she maintained her hair well, but feeling it— really feeling it, it felt angelic.

you turned her to her side and sat behind her. pulling her let-down hair towards yourself, letting the strands rest on her back. you held her brush and combed it through her raven locks. she ‘mm’ed in approval, her eyes fluttering shut at the wave of relaxation she felt.

“feels good.” she said, almost a whisper.

“i’m glad.” you responded in the same tone of voice, parting her hair into sections that you could brush through. the initially separation partitions started to come together. you brushed her hair away from her neck, leaning in and planting a soft kiss there. you ditched the brush and snaked your hands around her waist, continuing your soft kisses.

god, she looked beautiful like this. her hair down, her face bare, and her body covered in soft cotton. you wanted to savour this moment for as long as she would let you.

“better?”

“much.”

“lay on your stomach.” you told her, she followed your request and situated herself on the mattress. her eyes were closing, her body ready to drift off to slumber. she released a soft moan at the feeling of her pillow. you straddled her back, one knee on each of her sides. you planted your palms against her back, applying pressure. she groaned as a response, this felt way too good.

you pushed your thumbs against her shoulder blades, watching as the tension in her shoulder started to fizzle. soft hums escaped her lips as you pushed against her muscles, unraveling the knots that had formed under her skin.

“where’d you learn this?” she asked, wanting to converse with you a bit more. she knew she had been neglecting you recently, her mind failing to stop running with thoughts of her investigation.

“uh…” you paused for a second, pressing down on the small of her back. “youtube.” you chuckled softly.

“oh, this must’ve been a really good video then.” she stretched slightly as you dismounted her back.

“it was! i don’t actually remember how i stumbled upon it though.” you plopped yourself down on the opposite side of the bed, keeping a reasonable distance. “it was one of those videos that randomly pop up out of nowhere!”

wednesday had never been the cuddling type. she often slept with her hands crossed her chest like a corpse inside a sarcophagus.

but tonight— tonight was different.

she couldn’t get enough of you, and the guilt was eating away at her. she missed you. she couldn’t say it outloud but she missed you terribly.

how could you sit through all this neglect and still be so good to her?

your head was turned away, your arm resting under it. your other arm was draped across your stomach. her tired eyes eyed your chest.

she shifted towards you and slowly planted her head on your chest. you looked like you could have gotten whiplash with how fast you turned to look at her.

“sorry.” she mumbled, “didn’t mean to startle you.” she said through a yawn. you shook your head.

“you didn’t startle me.” you said. “we just… we never… we don’t…”

“i know. and i’m sorry about that too.” her hand wrapped around yours, followed by a soft kiss pressed to your knuckles.

she was sorry? for not cuddling with you?

“you don’t have to be sorry. i know you’re not into this.”

“i want to be… i mean… with you. i’d like to be like this with you.” her eyelids were starting to close again but she wasn’t done yet.

“i’d like that.” you nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

but that just wasn’t enough.

with her last remaining strength, she hoisted herself up a bit more and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. there was some form of fire behind that lip-lock, restarting the oxygen-choked flame that your relationship had suffered over the past few days.

you needed her. but you tried to pull away, concerned at her tired state.

“no…” she pulled you closer again. she kissed you again and again and again until her body gave out. and yet, she craved more.

“wednesday.” you uttered. she tutted her lips at you.

“let me do this.”

[bunnysbrainrot]

No Vacancy - Day Three

Relationship: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Content: explicit smut, rough sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), slight dacryphilia, size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up), degrading language, and a very desperate Sam

Summary: After the discovery of the lust spell placed on Sam, you quickly learn that he can’t control himself. In fact, you don’t want him to.

A/N: Some paragraphs have different spacing than others. I’m not sure as to why, but I hope it doesn’t affect your reading!

“Fuck,” Sam muttered, pacing in front of the bed where you sat. It had been about five hours since the two of you surveyed Casey’s childhood home, uncovered her identity as a witch, and found the lust spell Sam took as ‘evidence’.

Now, he stood directly ahead, desperately holding back a groan. Sam had turned around, hand reaching to his crotch. You strode to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He pulled away from your touch, a growl sounding through gritted teeth.

“Sam, give me the sachet, I’ll burn it. It should help,” you offered, extending a hand toward him from behind.

“It’s not going to work,” he snapped, “The spell is… strong. Way too strong. I’m gonna, um, wait in the car, ‘kay?”

He stumbled to the door, doubled over in discomfort. You recalled what you’d said before about spells like these - their efficacy relied on preexisting feelings. The dots were there, and you’d connected them. You rushed to Sam’s side, helping him stand fully.

Sam panted, avoiding your worried stare.

“Sam,” you said softly, “what can I do?”

No response. Sam’s eyes flickered up to yours, and you froze. Within those eyes there was a deadly seriousness you’d never seen. Like a predator sizing up its prey before going in for the kill.

You whispered, “I think I understand now.”

Cupping Sam’s face in your hands, you brought him closer and planted a kiss on his cheek. He let out a whine, and shuddered against your touch.

“Take me, Sam.”

Like a starving animal, Sam’s teeth sank into your neck, eliciting a high-pitched moan from you. His hands tugged and tore at your loose shorts and shirt, the last things keeping you from him. From what was truly his. Sam’s lips worked furiously as reddish purple marks erupted across your skin. They trailed from your jaw to your shoulders, downward to the neckline of your shirt.

Sam growled against your chest, “If you let me to this, I’m not holding back. I can’t.”

You gasped helplessly against his touch, chest arching into him. Sam grazed his lips over your supple skin, denying the both of you what you had ached for. He was waiting for an answer.

“Please.”

He cupped his hands to your thighs, lifting you swiftly to wrap around his waist. A hand found it’s way to your hair, clutching a large chunk and tugging your head back. Sam’s lips crashed to yours, harshly nipping and biting at your bottom lip, his tongue pushing in for entry. You granted it, circling your tongue with his.

A rough push, a free-fall, and you had landed unceremoniously on the mattress. Sam pounced, hovering his body over yours as you lay under him, breathless. You had imagined your first time with Sam, previously hypothetical, to be slow and sensual. This was a shock, but the way Sam’s mouth moved over your collarbone wiped all sense away.

You rushed to tug your shirt off, chest now fully bare to Sam. His eyes raked hungrily over your breasts. He dipped down, taking one perked nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Two fingers pinched and twisted at the other, tortuously harsh and desperate.

Sam let out a hum with each moan that slipped past your bitten lips. Your legs wound around his back, tugging his hips flush with yours. Even still confined in his pajama pants, Sam’s length ground roughly into you, each thrust paired with a rough growl. His sheer size sent heat to your core.

“Sam, I need more,” you sighed.

His fingers fumbled for the waistband of your shorts, roughly tugging them past your ankles and carelessly discarding them.

“Need you inside me.”

“Sam, I need you now.”

“Please, Sam, I need it.”

Though the spell had been cast on Sam, your desperation matched his own ferocity. Every plea you whispered in his ear threatened to send him over the edge. But Sam, to his credit, tried his best to maintain his composure. His lips and hands roamed every inch they could, gaining purchase on each curve, kneading your breasts, dipping his head down your stomach.

He adorned you with hot kisses, suckling at your skin to bring out more of those beautiful marks. After this, he didn’t care who knew you were his, and what he’d done to you tonight. Sam swore to himself that spell or not, this wouldn’t be the last time.

“Open,” Sam ordered, pressing your thighs apart.

You clenched your thighs together, still timid about Sam seeing what lay between them. His hands gripped your knees, spreading them apart.

He needed to see everything.

“Fuck,” hissed Sam, trailing a finger through your wet slit. He brushed against your clit - swollen, throbbing, and aching for him. You bucked your hips into his touch.

Sam removed his hand, “Needy little slut.”

A finger dipped past your entrance, curling masterfully against your sweet spot. You ground your hips into Sam’s hand as he slowly pumped in and out of you, each of your moans earning a deeper thrust, before Sam added a second finger.

“You know how long I waited for this?” Sam’s voice had become strained, as if this still wasn’t enough for him.

A deep thrust. A curl of his fingers. A sharp gasp as he filled you. Another groan from the man taking over your cunt.

“The whole time,” Sam said, “The. Whole. Fucking. Time.”

Your fingers weaved into his hair, tugging him closer to your pussy, eager for him to add his tongue. He took this in stride, suckling onto your clit as his tongue flicked fervently. The added pleasure coursed through you - a familiar coil in your abdomen threatened to snap at any second.

Sam pulled away slightly, muttering against your soaked folds, “Come on, sweetheart. Give it to me.”

Your orgasm crashed through you like lightning. Sam resumed eating at you, lapping up what leaked from your pussy onto his hand. Your walls fluttered around his fingers, even though they still crashed against your g-spot. The overstimulation brought tears to your eyes, calling Sam’s attention.

Normally, your crying would leave him yearning to comfort you, but with the spell overtaking his senses, it sent a wild desire through him. Oddly enough, he liked it. Loved it.

He braced himself on one arm, the other still trained on your cunt, fingers pumping furiously into you. Your tears fell past your cheeks, mouth agape in pleasure.

“That’s it, baby, cry for me.”

Dacryphilia was a foreign kink for you, though Sam’s encouraging words gave you comfort in it. You did as told, letting your tears fall while you writhed in pleasure. Sam let out an approving grunt as he delivered harsher thrusts. He added a thumb to your neglected clit, roughly circling as another orgasm surged through you.

“Attagirl, just let go,” Sam purred.

You’d lost track of time, of how many times you’d came. Sam never seemed fully satisfied - grunting in frustration and palming himself through his pants.

You whined, “Sam… need you… inside.”

He pulled his fingers out of you, ignoring the whimper you gave at the lack of touch. Sam raised on his knees, tugging down his pajama bottoms and boxer shorts. A thick, heavy cock sprung free, twitching and achingly ready. A bead of precum leaked from the head, onto your stomach.

Without a word Sam tugged your hips to his knees. He held the base of his cock and lined it up with your entrance, slipping the head between your folds, smacking against your clit.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Sam praised, realigning his length with your opening. He slowly eased into you, hissing through gritted teeth until he bottomed out. Every inch felt fuller than the last; you were certain you were being split in two. Now taking his full size in, you steadied your shaking breaths before Sam began to move.

“So fucking tight… Might just break you in half, huh?” Sam teased.

His hands rested on your hips, splayed wide for him so he could watch the way his cock sank into your pussy. You let out another whine when he thrusted harder, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix.

“Look at that,” he cooed. You couldn’t, with your head tilted back in a soft moan. Sam gripped your hair harshly, pulling you forward to get a better view.

“Fucking watch. See me stretching you out? Filling you up like the dirty whore you are.”

The degradation sent you into a frenzy. His cock thrust fully into you, then out halfway, the wider part of the middle of his shaft opening your soaked cunt. Each thrust left his length glistening with your slick.

Sam growled as he thrust harder into you. You felt yourself fall apart around him with another climax, wrapping your walls around him in a vice grip. He panted, mindlessly bucking his hips into yours, each stroke harsher than the last.

The room was silent save for the moans, whines, and whimpers escaping the two of you. Wet smacks rung out as skin slapped together - the noises coming from your pussy were borderline obscene.

Filthy sweet nothings came from Sam as his speed increased.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Just take it.”

“Good girl, cum for me.”

A hand wrapped around your throat, now pushed into the bed as Sam plunged his cock into you.

“I know, honey, it’s good, isn’t it?”

“Feels so good, filling you up like this.”

“Get nice and tight, perfect little slut…”

The pressure on your throat darkened your vision, sparks at the edge of a fuzzy blackness. Sam released your throat and gripped your chin, forcing you to look into his half-lidded eyes. Mouth slacked, tongue lolling out playfully, you accepted a finger that rested on your bottom lip. You wove your tongue around his finger, hollowing your cheeks to suck harder.

Sam growled lowly, “Good. Use that pretty mouth.”

You moaned around his finger, bobbing your head as you continued. Sam’s thrusts grew sloppy by the second, his own release not far behind a climax of your own, shuddering over his cock. He bottomed out, pausing to rest himself inside of you.

“Better be careful,” he warned, “you’re gonna make me finish.”

You clenched around him in reply, drawing out another moan from Sam. He slowly moved his hips, pulling from you fully, leaving you hollowed out without him inside of you. You protested with another whine, bucking your hips pathetically into nothing.

To your surprise, Sam seemed to be calming down. His once frantic panting had subsided into quick breaths. Maybe the spell was wearing off, you thought to yourself, as Sam reached for your hips with gentler hands, flipping you over onto your stomach.

Your fingers gripped the sheets as he tugged your hips up. Sam lined himself with your entrance once more, and sank right in until his hips smacked against your ass.

The self-control didn’t last long. Sam kept a relentless pace as he fucked you, relishing in each moan you let out, muffled by the sheets you had bit into.

He lifted one leg, propped now on one knee, and thrusted into you impossibly deeper. This time, you were certain you’d break, barely held together with Sam’s hands gripping your waist.

He gained full purchase on your spread hips, tugging you onto him, crashing against your cervix with each thrust. You cried out into the mattress when another orgasm took you over the edge. Sam shouted as his hips faltered, his cock twitching as his own release washed over him. Thick ropes of his cum filled you, each spurt paired with a raucous moan.

Even still, he didn’t stop after he’d finished. Sam took hold of your hips and continued thrusting, despite the overstimulation that begged him to stop.

He leaned back to watch himself fuck into you; the cum that had been deep in your cunt spilled out over his shaft and onto the bed. Sam threw his head back, another shudder coursing through him. Without this spell on him, one orgasm would’ve had him completely drained, but it persisted regardless. With a few deep thrusts, Sam came again, filling you even further.

You both panted as Sam pulled out completely, crouching down to watch his cum leak out of you. A beautiful reminder of how he’d used you, of how he took claim of your body as his. He brushed a finger through your folds, smiling as your body shuddered at the touch.

At long last, the spell had worn off. Sam’s breathing returned to normal as he stared at your naked form. The spell didn’t let him forget about tonight, even though part of himself shut off when you’d said ‘please’ that first time. He saw everything clearly now, and realized just how rough he’d been, and the things he’d said to you.

He eased your hips down and turned you onto your side, laying parallel to you as you both slowed your breathing.

“I said some pretty, well, rude things back there. I’m sorry,” his voice softened.

You shook your head at him, “I liked it.”

Sam smiled nervously and let out a breathy laugh.

“At least I know what to do for next time,” he replied. Your cheeks flushed a deep pink. Sam leaned in, planting soft kisses along your cheekbones, before finding your lips once again.

He mumbled against your mouth, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I hope you all enjoyed! I have an idea for a follow up chapter, if y’all want to read it! Thanks for all of your support!

- bunny

[littlexdeaths]

older brother’s best friend eddie x fem reader

warnings: slight suggestiveness on eddie’s part, but also lots of tooth rotting fluff <3

it’s a recipe for disaster masterlist.

a/n: this takes place somewhere after the car troubles saga, but before the fake dating saga. based on this lovely request, i hope you like it my love! i appreciate your patience xx

“dude, you sound like fucking shit.”

you hear sid’s voice ring out loudly from the dining room.

you sit up, your inherent nosiness now quickly outweighing any desire to pay attention to the movie flashing across the television. so you carefully get up from the sofa and you peek your head around the corner into the dining room.

sid has his back to you, watching out the window while he continues to talk on the phone. wednesday nights were always slotted for band practice, so you knew it could be one of four people that he was talking to. you just hoped it wasn’t a certain curly haired lead guitarist on the other end.

wednesdays had quickly become your days together as well, once sid fell asleep that is.

your brother snorts but just shakes his head in response to whatever the person on the other line just said.

“nah, don’t worry about it, ed. i’ll see what the other guys wanna do, no need to infect the rest of us with your crap.” he laughs and your heart sinks a little.

so eddie wasn’t coming tonight.

while you feel a little disappointed, an idea suddenly comes to you. and your mind is already made up before sid can even finish hanging up the phone. you grab your keys and purse and hurry past him to the front door.

“hey! where the hell are you going in such a rush?” your brother calls while you slip on your sneakers.

“robin’s having really bad cramps, gotta get her some stuff.”

you’re a little shocked with how easily the lies and excuses come to you now, but you know it’s better than dealing with the reality of sid knowing.

“okay— too much info!” he says with a whistle before he picks the phone back up to call jeff.

you make it to the bradley’s big buy without any issues, besides a disapproving look from hopper as you flew past him on main street. you’re just grateful he was feeling nice today and didn’t pull you over.

as you push the squeaky cart through the aisles you begin to pile saltines, pedialyte and chicken noodle soup into the basket. paying extra mind to grab a couple packages of reese’s pieces and twizzlers on your way past the register.

two of his favorites.

during your short drive to forest hills trailer park, you can’t help the nerves from rumbling in your belly. would he be upset that you showed up unannounced? you didn’t think that was likely, but things were still so new between you. and you really don’t want to mess anything up.

but the look of delighted surprise that crosses his features when he opens the door has any lingering worries dissolving almost instantly. while he’s dressed in a pair of checkered pajama pants and a ratty old band tee— he still manages to take your breath away.

“surprise!” you mumble sheepishly.

“you know,” eddie grins, the tip of his finger tapping against his chin, “i don’t think i ordered a nurse?”

his small chuckle quickly morphs into a hacking cough, the male resting his body further against the doorframe. but the way he’s leaning against it is very reminiscent of that night your car broke down, the night that changed everything. only this time the sweat on his brow is from a fever and not the raging humidity.

“well lucky for you, i do house calls,” you tease, lightly brushing past him to enter the trailer.

eddie had set up camp in the living room, if the amount of tissues strewn about the floor were anything to go by.

“uh… sorry ‘bout the mess,” his already pink cheeks flush a shade darker while he quickly tries to tidy up. “—wasn’t expecting company.”

you can tell by his wobbly stance that he shouldn’t be up and moving around at all right now, so when he bends down again to grab more discarded tissues— you stop him.

“hey, don’t worry about that now, okay?” you reassure him, slipping your hand around his waist to guide him back towards his bedroom.

eddie all but deflates into your side, his mouth lifting into another grin when you reach the edge of his unmade bed.

“i see what’s going on here…” he hums, “trying to get me in bed before we’ve even been on a proper date.”

one of his palms slaps over his chest in mock horror as he flops down onto his mattress in the most dramatic, yet completely eddie-like manner imaginable.

“what kind of guy do you think i am, sweetheart?”

you roll your eyes fondly when he sits back up, eyebrows quirking up suggestively beneath his bangs.

“oh shame on me, we must keep that precious virtue of yours intact.” you giggle, letting him wrap his arm around your waist while he tucks you into the space between his thighs.

you can feel the overwhelming warmth radiating through the thin cotton of his shirt, and the beads of sweat beginning to trickle down his neck when you wrap your arms around him.

“please tell me you’ve been taking tylenol or something for this fever, eds.”

concern laces your tone, but you already know the answer by the way he peeks up at you under his lashes in feigned innocence.

“—uh… no.”

you let out a sigh before untangling yourself from him and he almost manages to follow you out of his room. but you are quick to turn on your heel and press a firm hand to his chest.

“nuh uh, mister. you need to lay down,” you scold, despite the pout adorning his features. “and that’s an order.”

eddie utters a soft, so bossy under his breath before he retreats back to his bed. you’re quick to rummage through the medicine cabinet in his bathroom until you find what you’re looking for. coming back to his room with a full glass of water and two tylenol in tow.

he tosses the pills back without any further argument, much to your relief. but the male immediately reaches for you again and you unwillingly slip through his fingers.

“nooo— where are you going now?” he all but whines.

you merely respond with a giggle as you slip out of his room, padding down the hall towards your bag of goodies you left near the front door. you snatch out the candy and pedialyte, and graciously clean up the rest of his tissues before making your way back towards his room.

eddie perks up at the sight of you, immediately pulling back the bedsheets and welcoming you in with open arms. you set your goodies down on his nightstand before sliding in next to him, the male completely enveloping you in his embrace.

“thank you.” he mutters softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

and truly, he means it.

eddie has spent most of his life fending for himself, so he’s not used to someone wanting to dote on him like this. but the fact that you were so willing to drop everything to come here and check on him — spoke volumes.

you carefully tilt your head up to glance at him, his soft chestnut hues meeting yours as he tucks comfortably into his side.

“anytime, eds.”

and you mean it too.

you spend the better part of the evening nursing him back to health, as much he’ll let you anyway. while eddie is beyond grateful that you’re willing to care for him like this, he’s just happy to be in your presence.

and he can’t deny he’s become quite attached to you in the short time you’d started seeing each other. so much so that when you finally get up to make him some dinner he all but clings to your side, despite your protests for him to go rest.

eddie is nothing if not stubborn, so he follows you into the small kitchen. keeping his arms wrapped securely around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder while you heat up a can of campbell’s chicken noodle soup.

but as much as he's enjoying the coddling in his current state, he draws the line at your attempts to spoon-feed him. it only leads to him playfully nipping at your fingers until he finally manages to sneak the utensil from your grasp.

with his belly fully and his fever beginning to break the two of you make your way back to his bedroom. slipping comfortably beneath the covers while you flip through the tv stations until you’ve settled on some old the price is right reruns.

eddie falls asleep not even five minutes after his head hits the pillow, soft snores tumbling from his plump lips. the utter picture of content. so you can’t help when your gaze quickly shifts from bob barker and the spinning wheel to his sleeping features.

you admire the way his long lashes fan across his freckled cheeks and the little scar on the slope of his nose that you’ve never noticed before. the way his lips are slightly chapped, but still kissable all the same. and when you lean up to press a soft peck to the corner of his mouth, he doesn’t even stir.

but as you snuggle yourself into his chest you miss the way his lips quirk up in a half smile, the male ultimately catching you in the act. eddie decides to say nothing as your breathing begins to slow and you drift off to sound of his steady heartbeat in your ears.

and later, when wayne returns home from work that evening to find you both entangled and sleeping soundly in his nephew’s bed, he just quietly shuts the door behind him with a knowing grin on his face.

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[mwahgo]

Hi!! Can I request Corazon, a reverse comfort, perhaps?

Corazon keeps tripping up throughout the day, maybe accidentally ruining a date he planned and he feels unworthy of the reader's love and kindness. But reader reassure that they love him unconditionally 🫶

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— Donquixote Rosinante/Corazon x Fem!reader (One Piece)

: ̗̀➛ Summary: Corazon feels unworthy of your love, but you assure him he is more than enough

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 2.1k

: ̗̀➛ Content Tags: Fluff, small angst, slightly suggestive, spoilers about Corazon’s backstory, mentions of Law and Baby 5, Corazon feeling bad about himself, stealing, fire and burns.

Mwahgo's Notes: We all say “We love Corazon🫶” Also, happy 100 followers! Thank you so much for the support🥰

Sunlight peered through the small gaps of the curtains as you grumbled quietly, knowing the day as started but you still want to be in the comfort of your own bed. Sighing sadly, you slowly sat up from the bed and rubbed the sleepiness off your eyes. Turning over your shoulder, the side was empty as you pouted. Your lover, Rosinante, sleeps next to you on that side but now, it’s empty. While you were fussing over the absence of your lover, a knocked came from the door as the man himself entered. Rosinante entered the bedroom, carrying a tray of breakfast for two—along with two mugs of coffee.

“Oh, good morning, my love. Sorry I left you alone here,” He apologized.

You blushed at the domestic act by him. You have been dating Rosinante for months now, you two met when you were both in the Marines. Now, you two are each other’s rocks, you both have each other’s back and you both love each other. Even if going undercover as the members of the Donquixote Pirates to stop Rosinante’s brother, Doflamingo from destroying the world, you two still stand by each other.

“Oh thank you, my love. That’s so sweet of you,” You cooed.

Rosinante gave you a loving grin as he approached the bed with the breakfast in hand, until he suddenly stepped on the fallen blanket, slipped and fell on the bed as the breakfast fell off his hand. The plate of food not only ruined the bedsheets but the mugs of coffee fell on your lap, burning your skin. You yelped loudly as you quickly sat up from the bed and patted down your pajama pants to relieve the burn.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!!” Rosinante cried as he immediately got up the and tried to clean the bed, picking up the fallen food off the sheets.

The hot liquid sticked to your skin, so you pulled down your pajama pants to get away from the spilled coffee. Rosinante looked up to ask if you were okay, but as he saw you in your laced panties, he blushed heavily and felt his pants tightening before burying his face on the food covered bed, avoiding the sight of your suggestive state.

You sighed, “No, it’s okay, my love. Accidents happens,” You assured him as you grabbed a new pair of shorts and putting them on before approaching your sulking boyfriend.

You kissed his head, empathetically, “How about we both clean it up and cook new breakfast?” You insisted. Rosinante sighed after ruining his efforts, but smiles after getting asked out to cook together.

Around the afternoon, you hang out outside—sitting on the balcony railing, while looking over the waste port of Spider Miles. The opaque, thick smoke swirls around the place as the heavy scent of waste and metal hits your nose, making your face twist in distaste. You looked down at the piles and piles of scrapped metals, watching the pieces fall on each other creating a loud clanging sound. You spot a small kid with a white hat with black spots—Trafalgar Law, the little kid mope around the wastelands, his grumpy face clear from your point of view as you chuckled lowly.

You heard footsteps coming as you turned to see Rosinante coming over, a book in his hand. You smiled sweetly, “Come join me?” You asked.

He nodded and as he was about to hand you the book, Baby 5 popped out from the door—slamming the door open and giggling loudly which scared the crap out of him. The book that was in his hand now flew out of it and falls to the pile of scrapped metals, which if you try and find it, it would be difficult to search for it. Rosinante sweatdropped shamefully as Baby 5 started laughing, “Cora-san you’re so clumsy!” She teased the older man.

Rosinante grumbled in annoyance as the little girl ran away, giggling in the distance. He looked back to you with sadness in his eyes—knowing he messed up again but you smiled sympathetically at him as you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek, “It’s okay, my love. You being here is enough,” You giggled and in the end, Rosinante chuckled with you as you both hangout on the balcony.

The streets are busy today, people walking around the market—buying ingredients for their dinner or some snacks for their kids. Carts full of products and materials rolled around the market, sending them to their respective seller. You and Rosinante walked hand in hand through the busy market place. People looked up to him and fell intimidated as they moved out the way, making you chuckle. His tall frame and his position in the Donquixote Pirates was an advantage for you since people are too scared to approach you. As you were walking around, Rosinante spots a cute boutique store—the windows displayed pretty sundresses and cute puff blouses.

“Hey (Y/N), let’s go there!” He pointed.

You looked over to the boutique shop and his excited expression as you nodded before he takes you to the boutique shop, “Grab any dress you want, I’ll pay for them,” Rosinante smiles as you squealed excitedly.

As you run away the shop, he went to the side to take out his box of cigarettes but they seemed to be buried underneath his pockets, so he takes out his wallet and placing it on the side before pulling out his box of cigarettes—only to discover it’s not in the same pocket as his wallet. In a panic, he started patting all over him to find the box. While he was distracted by his search, a man emerged from behind and slowly grabbed his wallet before quickly exiting the store. Rosinante sighed in relief, finally finding his cigarettes as you came back with a bundle of dresses in your hands.

His eyes widened at the amount as you blushed sheepishly, “You said I could grab whatever I want,”

Rosinante just shook his head, smiling as you both approached the counter. The salesperson smiled at you as you handed the handful of dresses to them and they started checking them in. They tell the price and Rosinante turned to where he put his wallet, only to realize that his wallet is missing. In panic, he looks around for it while mumbling to himself, “I know I put it here…”. The salesperson waited patiently but Rosinante was in a panic, not wanting to look like he wants to steal the dresses just for his girlfriend. In defeat, he sweatdropped in guilt as he turned to you, feeling bad because he encouraged you to pick out the items you wanted and was willing to pay it for you. But now, with his wallet missing, he thinks that you are disappointed at him for being clumsy again.

He was about to apologize, until you spoke up to the sales lady, “Sorry, we were not planning to buy all this, my sister is asking me how much all of this so if she is allowed to buy it,” You explained (lied) to the sales lady as they nodded in understanding before taking away the dresses to put them back in their place. Rosinante sighed in distress as you both left the boutique store.

You can feel the disappointment and stress radiating off of him, “I-I’m so sorry, my love. I’m being a really shitty person..” He grumbled.

You sighed, unhappy seeing Rosinante kicking himself, “Rosi, I keep telling you, it’s okay,” You assured.

His shoulders slumped sadly and his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, “… Thank you for being understanding, my love,” He sighed heavily, “But I couldn’t help but get angry at my own clumsiness,” He said.

You frowned at his statement. You know how he gets extremely clumsy—tripping at his own coat, sipping the obviously hot coffee or misplacing stuff. You are aware how clumsy he gets, but that doesn’t mean you should give up on him, you love him despite all of the flaws and you want him to know that fact.

As you continue walking around, you spotted an open air restaurant as an idea popped into your mind. You grabbed Rosinante’s big hand and dragged him to the restaurant, “(Y-Y/N), I don’t think this is a good idea,” He stammered, “I’ve already messed up too much today,”

“It doesn’t matter, Rosi. I want to spend time with you,” You grinned as his cheeks blushed.

You both entered the restaurant and the receptionist takes you to your seats. They gave the menus and walked away to give your time to order. After a few minutes of debating and agreeing what to get, you called over a waiter and they wrote down your orders, before walking away to give it to the chef. You laid back on your seat as you looked off the distance, watching the street lamps open as it slowly light up the streets. The quiet but delicate silence accompanied with the sound of a busy kitchen in the distance and the muttering of other people inside the restaurant gave a sense of peace.

You look back to your lover as he pulled out his box of cigarettes and his lighter, “Thankfully this place is open air, I can get myself a smoke,” He chuckled as he opens the fire of his lighter.

But the moment the fire touches the tip of his lighter, his feather coat caught in the fire and it immediately spread all over his shoulder. You both screamed in shock as your adrenaline raced and without thinking, both of your hands grabbed the two glasses of water and threw it towards to Rosinante, successfully putting out the fire. Water splashed to his face—ruining his makeup as it dripped down his face. You gasped as he fell silent, his shoulder moving from panting heavily.

Your hand reaches out to comfort him but he stopped you as his hands went to his head. The panic and fear in him bubbled in his guts as his eyes avoided you. He didn’t want you to see him, a disastrous face of a man, a failure to make his girl happy. Today was supposed to be the day where you can enjoy your time with him, feel loved and cherished, except his stupid clumsiness strikes and all of his plans are ruined by himself. He blames himself for being like this, you don’t deserve a man like him—tripping on air and making an embarrassment of himself. You deserve a man who is confident in his skills and always perfect—maybe like his brother, Doffy, would be a perfect match.

These thoughts clouded his head as your hands cupped his cheeks and turned his head up to you, meeting your eyes, “My love, it’s okay. I’m not mad,” You assured him for the nth time.

“But you must’ve feel so humiliated…” He sniffled, “.. By me,” Your eyes widened.

“Every time you’re with me, it always end up being a disaster. I-I keep messing things up and it’s so..” He cried, softly, “..It’s so humiliating for you, I’m so sorry,”

You frowned deeply at his feelings, “My love.. Listen to me. I don’t care if you stumble on yourself or making mistakes. That makes you, you. You’re human and we all trip over ourselves or making a fool out of us,” You said, “… And your own clumsiness is not a reason for me to leave you for a ‘better’ man. No man can compare to your kindness and selfless personality. You want the people around you to be loved and feel safe. And that’s what makes you special,” You smiled.

His eyes widened as he watches the adoration and the love in your eyes. Tears formed in his eyes as he brought your body close to his—hugging you, “I’ve never… felt so adored before in my life,” He said.

You smiled, “And you will always feel adored.. As long as I am here,” You said before leaning in to kiss his lips. Rosinante lets out a small yelp before melting in the kiss.

You pulled away from his lips as his eyes widened, a smear of his red makeup painted on your lips. He chuckled for a moment before his hand reached out to your lips and wiped the red makeup off. You laughed along with him before giving him another kiss on the cheek as you sat back down on your chair. The night continued on as you and your beloved enjoyed the date night.

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HIIII, could you write a short fic about Wukong x Macaque x afab reader (cause reader would most likely be the one to get pregnant except if one of the other two would shapeshift but idk)

basically debating or not if they should have kids? like one is on the fence, the other is totally for it and one has literally never thought about that before 😭 (just chaotic ASF)

please with whipped cream and a cherry on top !! and if not it's ok :3

Pairing: Wukong x afab!Reader x Macaque Rating: SFW-ish Summary: Getting ready for bed leads to a discussion about a potential next step in your relationship with your partners.  Warnings/Tags: Wukong himself is a warning, suggestive themes but not very explicit, chaotic, fluff, typical arguments of you know who, topics of pregnancy and children. Word Count: 1900+ words 

You ducked your head and spat the remains of toothpaste and spit into the sink bowl, only to raise your head to face your reflection in the mirror. You glanced over your face to make sure there was no trace of toothpaste left before turning the faucet off and placing your toothbrush in the nearby cup along with two brushes within it. 

You hadn't even taken two steps inside your shared bedroom before hearing the hushed whispers between your lovers—it was a rare sight to see both monkey's in the same bed. Both were wearing the pajamas you specifically bought for nights like these—where the three of you had enough time to spend it together, even if that meant just sleeping within each other's vicinity.

Macaque wore a two-piece pajama set; a t-shirt with dark purple pants that had stars littering the pant legs. Wukong had a brighter nightgown with a sun symbol knitted on the chest area, a nightcap, and insisted on getting the eye mask with realistic eye designs on them. 

Although these peaceful night's weren't always…peaceful. That was to be expected.

Macaque's smirking scowl and Wukong's frown gave you enough hints to know that whatever they were talking about was something semi-serious. You cleared your throat before giggling at the sigh of them scrambling to look like they hadn't finished a heated debate for the past five minutes.

You crawled onto the bed and laid within the free space between them. Wukong turned to face you as did Macaque. The latter brought the blankets up to cover all three of you before the lights were turned off. 

Soft, slow exhales filled the silence. You were ambushed by the warmth on both of your sides, Macaque's arm possessively thrown over your torso and Wukong's tail snaked around your leg as he held your bicep gently.

Your eyes stared at the ceiling above, recalling the events of the day as your breathing slowed with every fleeting memory. Your vision blurred before the darkness consumed your thoughts and you began to lose feeling in your fingers. The heavy, comfortable weight of exhaustion finally had its hold on you. 

"...?" 

Your eyes fluttered open as you lazily turned to the monkey who had called your name ever so gently, as if afraid of startling you awake. You found a pair of pretty golden eyes staring back at you in the dark, the sight causing you to hum–urging him to continue. Beside you, the hand on your bicep squeezed lightly as Wukong tensed up. 

"Macaque…" Wukong's warning tone woke up a bit. The confusion added with the sudden tension that settled in the room made you nervous. 

"Huh?" You were left even more gobsmacked than before. Perhaps you didn't hear him right. "Do I want…lids?" 

"Do you want kids?"

"No, no, sweet stuff." Macaque kissed the side of your head, his words tickling your earlobe as he murmured into your ear. "Kids. Do you want them?" 

"Where is this coming from?" 

"Yeah, we'd looove to know," Wukong drawled as he sat up, his eyes narrowing at his dark-furred counterpart. "It's not like some of us have to wake up early tomorrow, oh noooo, let's drop an entire mountain of a topic on us and not sleep for the rest of the night." 

Macaque clicked his tongue as he rolled his eyes, "You're exaggerating." 

"Exaggerating?! You're the one who-!" 

"-guys, guys, calm down," Your sharp voice silenced the two as you moved to sit up with Wukong. The aforementioned simian clamped his trap shut as he laid his head against your shoulder, Macaque was the only one still laying—his arm now stroking shapes on your belly. "Mac, babe, is this a actual question or are you just horny-" 

 "Serious." Macaque interjected. 

"-Alright," You sighed as you rolled your head on your shoulders. You mumbled a quick apology to Wukong as your head bumped against his. "Guess we're doing this now…my honest answer? I dunno, never really gave kids a lot of thought…what about you guys?" 

"Kids are okay," Wukong admitted. "I mean, look at MK, he's great and all…but a baby? Raising an actual child is a lot more difficult than one might think."

"Like you know anything about raising a child," Macaque snickered as he peeked around your body to smirk as Wukong sent a heated glare his way. "I know it might be difficult for most people to actually be responsible, but for me? I could take such good care of our child, sugarplum." 

Macaque continued. His hand ran up and down your thigh as he slowly rose to lay most of his weight against you. Your brow rose in amusement at the glint shimmering in Macaque's eye. "Think about how cute they would be, our mini me running around the house and-"

"-...causing a mess, like a certain troublemaker I know," Wukong interrupted. "Look, hun, I would love nothing more for OUR-" Macaque didn't have time to react before you were yanked out of his hold and pulled into the king's lap. "-kid to exist, but aren't MK and Mei enough right now? Heh-...I mean, think about how much they are…like imagine me but smaller, cuter, and ten times more-" 

"-smellier? Yeah, what a nightmare that'd be," Macaque grabbed you by your ankles. You squealed before laughing as you were pulled underneath Macaque, who hovered over you with his hands groping the meat of your thighs. Macaque grinned wildly as he leaned down, "If he thinks having a kid is too much for him, then he won't have to worry about that for a couple of months since you'll be having my kid first." 

"Slow down, tall, dark and handsome…you haven't even taken me to dinner yet," You teased as you reached up to caress the side of his face. 

Macaque's content filled sigh sounded heavenly as he melted against your touch—such affection that could leave him in that weakened and vulnerable state. Macaque nuzzled his cheek into the softness of your palm. 

Wukong's face scrunched up at this display before he slapped his hand over Macaque's face and pushed him out of your frame of view. He too began hovering over your laid form while he hissed at Macaque, "Who said you'll be having the baby first? This is a joint decision between all of us! Don't be selfish, bud." 

Macaque chuckled as he swatted Wukong's hand away, "You seem pretty against the idea of having a kid, no point in involving you since you won't be the one carrying." 

"Psh, well, who would want a kid now of all time or with you? We just got finished with the whole end-of-the-universe situation and barely had a break since and you want a kid now?!" Wukong threw his arms in the air. 

"Is there going to be another chance for us–all of us–to be together like this? I dunno, before another disaster starts again? You know just as much as me that this 'calm before the storm' is not going to last forever," Macaque snapped back. "And I much rather spend that time knowing I'm doing everything I've ever wanted to do with them, and what does that say about you? Oh right, always the one to hide away and never confront his problems, typical Wukong—thinking only about himself and his interests." 

"Ha! my 'interests' are what keeps us safe and thinking rationally! Obviously that means 'm the more responsible one here!" Wukong bared his teeth, his tail swishing behind him in short, swift bursts. 

"That's a first, congratulations."

"Oh, you pretentious fuck-" 

Before you could stop them, hisses and snarls were unleashed as Wukong launched himself at Macaque and tackled him off of the bed. You rolled onto your stomach and pulled yourself to peer over the edge to watch the two of them duke it out. You rested your face in your hand half-relieved that they were 'play' fighting instead of actually tearing each other's throats out. You winced as Wukong put Macaque in a headlock, but Macaque managed to escape long enough to flip their positions. You ducked just in time as Wukong's nightcap flew past your head. 

"Hey! Watch it!" You spoke, but your words fell on deaf ears as Macaque got pinned for the nth time with Wukong's hands squeezing at his throat. 

It was safe to say the argument wasn't over even when they continued to tumble around on the carpet. 

"-and you're only thinking with that tiny thing between your legs-"

"Oh? That tiny thing that had you choking so hard you were cu-" 

"-GUYS!" 

The two monkeys stopped and turned their heads to stare at your unimpressed face, Wukong's nightcap hanging loosely from your index finger. Sheepishly, the two crawled off of each other and knelt before you. You leaned forward and placed Wukong's cap back on before rubbing the underside of his chin, the king's face turned to mush as he was left leaning forward when you pulled your hand away to run it through Macaque's hair. 

"Look, I see both sides. I get that we might not have enough time as we do now, but there's no need to rush something so…important." You admitted, your eyes straining in the dark to carefully observe their expressions.

Macaque's eyes strayed from yours as Wukong's chest slightly puffed out. A sigh left your lips while your rehearsal of playing mediator for both sides ran in your mind. "I'm happy that you're ready to participate in such a big commitment with us, Macaque, but right now? Everything is fine and we definitely need to talk more about this than just deciding to have kids without a proper discussion-" 

"HA-!" 

"-but, on the off chance that something does happen then I'm not entirely against having a child right now." The corner of your lip twitched upward as Wukong deflated. It was Macaque's turn to stare smugly at Wukong.

You shook your head and slipped off of the edge of the bed to sit before the two, wrapping your arms around each of their heads as you brought them close to rest your head against theirs. "Wukong, I need you to know that even if we aren't ready for such a responsibility right now, at least we'll have each other…right? And when have you ever shied away from the chance to be irresponsible?" 

Wukong let out a breathless chuckle as Macaque snort made your grin stretch. 

"This is…different." 

"Yes, it can be scary and something we'll never be ready for…but I'll be glad knowing I'm doing it with you two," You lowered your hands from their head to their cheeks and planted a kiss on Wukong's nose before turning to peck Macaque's temple. Wukong lurched forward to pepper your cheek in kisses as Macaque grabbed a hold of your retreating hand to kiss each knuckle. 

The sweet and tender moment broke as you wiggled from their kisses to ask, "So…are you two gonna kiss and make up now?" 

Wukong and Macaque blinked at you before turning to meet each other's bewildered gazes. 

"Over my dead body," Macaque teased as he grabbed a hold of Wukong's nightgown in his fist.  

"Hmph, that can be arranged again," Wukong taunted as he pushed his forehead against Macaque's. 

You simply watched on as they began to aggressively hug it out. 

What a sight to behold before bed. 

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The enchanted forest part 1: The guards

The high elves (Elf!Scoups x reader, Elf!Dino x reader)

One day you wake up in a beautiful enchanted forest. It looks straight out of your prettiest and most ethereal dream. The trees seem to be calling to you, pulling you in many different directions. Who knows what or who you will encounter on your way...

Genre: elf AU, fantasy AU, smut, fluff wc: 2.7 k

Warnings: mean cheol and kind dino, experienced reader, inexperienced dino, smut, penetration (unprotected), creampie, oral giving and receiving, name calling, rough sex, vouyerism, public sex, no mxm, no threesome

A/N: first chapter of the series, I hope you like it. Divider by @strangergraphics

The light filtered through the trees making beautiful intricate patterns on the ground. The grass was soft and comfortable. Your eyelids felt heavy, the sun warmed you beautifully and the birds were chirping a tune so alluring. You just wanted to go back to sleep, but the shaking did not seem to stop.

“My lady, are you okay? Can you hear me?” You whined and tried to swat the hands gripping your shoulders away, but they didn’t let up. You were wide awake now. The only choice possible was to open your eyes. 

The first thing you noticed was that your legs felt a little..breezier than usual. You reached out to feel your flannel pajama pants but instead you found rough and light material. 

‘What the hell?’

Your eyes focused on the person in front of you, still shaking you. He had short dark hair, sharp and handsome features. An inhuman scream ripped out of your throat.

“Who the hell are you? Where am I?” Last thing you remembered was going back to sleep in your dingy apartment, how were you suddenly in a meadow? In a dress? With two handsome guys with…pointy ears?

“My lady?” your hands shot up unconsciously and tugged at his ear. It didn’t budge.

“Wow, did you have plastic surgery or something? It’s a little weird, but they really did a good job. I didn’t know surgeons did elf ears,” you replied groggily. Your head was still spinning and your limbs felt so heavy, you couldn’t get up from the ground. The hand of the man in front of you, strategically placed under your head, was the only thing keeping you from laying on the grass like a rag doll. The man with pointy ears looked to his right where another man stood. He was even more handsome than the one hovering over you, he was broader, had longer and darker hair. The other man looked at you, he seemed strangely annoyed. 

“My lady, I’m afraid I do not understand.”

“The fake ears.” The first man narrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“These are not an imitation, my lady. I am an elf.” 

“Yeah, right, an elf,” you laughed in his face.

A couple of hours later, you sat on a log in front of a fire with Chan’s cloak on your shoulders.

“You really are elves..”

You were shaking like a leaf. When you had woken up that morning you would’ve never thought that teleportation and world hopping were on the list, but there you were. 

“If you are from another world like you said, we need to take you to our queen. To be judged,” ordered the other elf. You quickly learned that the pair was very different. Seungcheol, the grumpy, long haired one, was the oldest and the captain of the royal guards. He called the shots and didn’t like disobedience. Chan, the young and kind one, was the newest recruit, but so promising that he became the captain’s right hand in a matter of months. 

“If? Are you serious? Do I look like I’m from here?” Seungcheol didn’t bother giving you an answer, he only glanced at you like you were a mere fly in his peripheral vision.

“Captain, if i may, she doesn’t look-” Chan immediately stopped when his captain stood up.

“Let’s go, we are a few days away from the next guard post.” 

Seungcheol and Chan grabbed their horses and climbed on them. 

“Sir, what about the lady?”

“She walks, she is a prisoner.” Chan sent you a pitiful look.

The only positive outcome in the predicament you found yourself in was that the forest and the general landscape were breathtaking. The sight in front and around of you alone, should’ve tipped you off when you had initially wondered where you were. It looked like nothing you had ever seen and certainly it didn’t look like it belonged on earth. The trees shined under the sunlight; all kinds of animals were scurrying between the bushes or flying above you. They weren’t even scared of you, it was clear that they weren’t used to the destructive human presence and the elves treated them well. And at night the place filled with fireflies, hundreds of them everywhere. They warmed your heart. Everytime you looked at the wonders of nature, Chan looked at you and his heart melted in his chest. You were cute and seemed to like the world he was living in, you didn’t take it for granted like the other elves he knew. 

The first night, you couldn’t sleep. The ground was very unforgiving unlike your deluxe soft mattress. So you found yourself staring out into the forest and listening to the life all around you. 

“Everything alright, my lady?”

The voice of the younger elf scared you,and you let out a muted shriek against your hands, pressed against your mouth. At your reaction, Chan was even more taken aback by your reaction and started to apologize profusely. After you had both settled down, he turned to look at you, really look. You seemed tired and uneasy.

“My lady, how is your world?”

That night Chan had let you talk his ear off most of the time until you had fallen asleep out of exhaustion. Seungcheol laid on his side, pretending to sleep but intently listening to your story.

Everytime you stopped to eat or sleep, you had taken the habit of sitting in a high place in the company of the young elf. The conversation flowed naturally between you two, unlike his captain he was pleasant to be with. And most importantly he was handsome, more than any human man you had ever met; he was also easy to fluster which you loved.

“Channie,” the nickname made him blush every time, elves weren’t so friendly with each other, “how are elven women? Are they similar to human women?” Chan straightened his back and looked at you.

“They are female, so the physical appearance is similar, even if human women seem to be rounder in general.” You scoffed.

“Are you calling me fat?”

“No, my lady, I would never offend you! Human women are softer, that is all. They are also more passionate.” 

You finally turned to face him.

“Passionate? Are you talking about sex, Channie?” It amused you, his reddened face. But you couldn’t deny that you were taken aback from his courage to bring up the topic.

“Elves mostly have intercourse to produce offspring, it is very mechanical.”

“Yikes, seems awful. Sex should be fun.” Chan started ripping and fiddling with strings of grass beneath him. An idea popped up into your head. Could he be..? Your hand came in contact with his perfect, unblemished cheek. It felt warm under your fingertips. Chan let you  get closer and closer to him until you could feel each other’s breaths, and then you closed the distance between you two. His lips were soft and cool, just like his skin. The kiss was nothing but a peck but when you pulled away to look at Chan he looked elated. 

“Tell you what, convince your captain to let me bathe tomorrow and I’ll teach you how to have fun.” Unbeknown to both you , said captain was a few meters away, behind a tree listening to what you were saying.

The next day not only Chan had convinced Seungcheol to stop by a river big enough to bathe in, but he had also convinced him to let you ride on his horse. The young elf's body was pressed behind yours and you could feel every single muscle. He felt like he was made of pure steel, but you had a hunch that all elves were like that. The ride had been pleasant at first, it was nice having not to walk on flimsy shoes for a whole day. But the more you went on, the more yours and Chan's body rubbed together. It had been a long time since you had felt the touch of a man, so you had scooted closer to him in hopes of rubbing against him more insistently. By the end of the day both of you were out of breath and crazy with need. As soon as you jumped off his horse, you dragged him to the river, away from Seungcheol’s judgy eyes. Or so you thought, because the captain had followed you once again. 

Unaware of the prying eyes on you two, you quickly stripped off your clothes and threw yourself into the water.  Chan stood on the bank, eyes glued ok your body. Human women were truly different.

“Are you gonna join me, Channie?” you giggled. He didn't answer, “No? Then I'm gonna come to you. Sit down for me at least,” the boy immediately followed your orders, like a good soldier would. Cute.

You swam to him and when the water started getting too shallow, you made a show of crawling your way on top of his frame. Your wet skin immediately drenched his clothes, but neither of you truly cared. 

Your lips crashed together, desperate and needy after a day full of rubbing against each other and getting stimulation that could not quite cut it. He wasn't an experienced kisser, on the contrary he made mistakes. His teeth clashed with yours more times than you could count but his hands felt heavenly squeezing your hips. When you pulled away, Chan used his inhuman strength to bring you back down, and chased off your lips, but you stopped him.

“Easy, soldier, I want to show you something. Relax for me, okay?”

Your hands traveled down his torso and to his pants where they slowly, too slowly, undid the knots keeping them together. His cock sprung up, angry red tip leaking precum. Your mouth watered. Your hand wrapped it around it and to your surprise his skin was still cool to the touch. And soft. Chan threw his head back, his hands closed into fists. 

Your mouth wrapped around his tip and his tongue swirled on the small little hole on his tip while trying to collect as much precum as you could. Chan thought he was going to have a heart attack at the sensation, nothing could've prepared him for how good it felt, but then your head started bobbing your head and your hands found his balls and he was sure he could see the universe in front of his eyes. His toes curled inside his light shoes and his back arched off of the ground. His chest rose up and down, up and down, faster and faster and faster until just as quickly as everything started, it finished and he was cumming down your throat. His orgasm and post orgasm bliss shook him so hard that he didn't even notice that you weren't at his side anymore but were now patting your hair dry.

“Liked it?” all he mustered was a light nod, with his mouth hanging open. And you giggled, that sweet little giggle that he had learned to love in the past few days. 

Seungcheol groaned quietly and thumped his head against the tree behind him, he should've been ashamed. Spying on his young soldier like that wasn't high and mighty, but his cum splattered on his hand and his still painfully hard dick told another story. He was gonna have to deal with you the following day.

After having laid down for what felt like an eternity, Chan had gotten up and asked to pleasure you. He was a natural, and greedy too. He had spent what felt like hours between your legs, had lapped up at your pussy until your legs were shaking like an earthquake and your slick was dripping off of his chin. You had to physically remove him from your abused and red clit and when he looked up at you, his eyes were big and sparkly. He had muttered a small “thank you, my lady” and then kissed your hand delicately. It was a shame you had to go back to your world, you could've fallen in love with him.

The next morning while your lover had gone to retrieve the horses the captain approached you. 

“You ride with me today prisoner.” You grinned.

“Did you enjoy the show yesterday, captain?” Seungcheol's hand wrapped around your throat and you widened your eyes. 

“Let's see if you're still cocky after I've dealt with you.”

Seungcheol was a different rider than Chan, he was more aggressive and most importantly he kept you pressed up against his frame tightly. By midday, your breath was heavy and your pussy was pulsing with need; the only thing keeping your arousal from dripping down your legs was the saddle under you. Cheol’s hands had begun to wander your body, his feather light fingertips traced your thighs and torso and neck. You were grateful for the protocol that forced Chan to ride way behind his captain. 

“Make a noise and I throw you off this horse and spank you raw,” Cheol's voice was rough against your ear, but what startled you were his fingers, finally, dipping under your skirt to trace your pussy. His middle and ring finger lightly dipped into your waiting hole to gather your wetness and bring it to your clit. He began gently flicking your delicate bundle of nerves with light and quick movements. He was skilled. You wanted to wail and thrash around, you wanted to scream at him to go faster and harder and to make you cum. But you couldn't.

When you finally stopped at the end of the day, you were delirious with pleasure, slumped against the elf's broad chest with tears straining your cheeks. Seungcheol didn't want to admit it but he was as worked up as you, his cock had been leaking precum for hours, so much that it made a big and visible stain on the front of his pants. He wasted no time in dismounting his horse and hauling you over his shoulder.

“Take care of dinner, soldier.”

Cheol strutted deep into the forest until he found a place he liked and then unceremoniously dropped you on the ground. His toned body pressed your front and cheek against the bark of a large, solid tree.

“What do you say, slut? Are you done being cocky?”

“I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry. Please fuck me. Please, please, please…” you continued sobbing in desperation. Seungcheol grinned and shoved down his pants. He didn't have to prep you, you were plenty wet. Your arousal stuck your pubic hair to your mound and he groaned at the sight. He loved that human women could grow so much hair.

With one rough thrust he entered you, his cock stretched you in ways nothing had ever had, not even your XXL dildo back at home. With just one fluid movement, you were already cumming around his cock. The torture of the day had took anything from you and your limit had very much been reached. 

Your pussy gushed and splashed clear and sticky liquid on Cheol's pelvis.

“Dirty human,” he tsked at you, but his hips picked up their pace. Soon he was pistoning in and out of you, fucking you to his heart's content while you were limp, whimpering and drooling against the tree, too lost in the pleasure he was giving you. With how worked up the captain was too, it didn't take him too much time to cum. His hot seed flooded your insides and made you wail. If you could've cummed one more time, you would've. When Cheol pulled out of you, your visions went black.

When your eyes fluttered open again, you were laying on Chan’s lap, and by the look in his eyes he knew what you and his captain had gotten up to. Your heart ached for the boy.

“You’re my favourite, Channie. Your captain is a meanie.” The soldier let you touch his cheek and deep down you knew all was forgiven. He was too kind.

“I can hear you,” Seungcheol was trying to seem mad, but you could see a small smile illuminated by the light of the fire. 

The journey with Chan and Seungcheol had come to an end. You all had stopped at the edge of a  clearing, a large tower stood proud in the middle of it. The outpost. 

“This is where we part, human.”

“Have a safe journey, my lady.” And with that the two guards turned their horses around and left you alone once again. 

It didn’t take long for another pair of elves to approach you, one was tall and tan, the other shorter and paler. 

“Are you the human we’re looking for? You’re pretty.” 

Why were all these elves so handsome?

[lvmimis]

cw: not exactly phone sex. that's it.

Once it’s a few minutes past 3am, and the two of you are beginning to succumb to the natural calming lull of a midnight phone conversation that must soon reach its end, you can hear your own voice start to slur as you begin to pronounce the words Shin dreads the most.

“Hey…”

You can’t see him, but you can imagine him perking up to the sound of your voice, conjuring it somewhere deep in your mind’s eye. There’s something primitive about this, you think for a moment, not being able to see each other whether in person or even through a phone screen in this year 2025. Your eyes squint involuntarily in the dim light, and rather than on a face through which you can read expressions of agreement or distaste or affection, you fixate instead on the bare ceiling above you that you can barely make out in the darkness. Somewhere you figure Shin is doing the same, or perhaps he is laying on his side, or maybe even on his belly, his phone perched on the headboard of his bed as he stares at it or rested into the space between his cheek and his chin.

Then your mind starts to wander -  you wonder if he wears pajamas to bed, or if he’s bold enough to sleep start naked (a thought that causes your face to warm), or somewhere in between like you, clad in a baggy t-shirt but with nothing but a pair of old panties below.

Not the very least sexy, you think, as your legs press together, rubbing across each other for warmth.

Where are his hands? Tucked under a pillow or perhaps idling in the crotch of his pants? Left hand idling, right hand wrapped tightly around the shaft of his-

“Mm?”

Shin’s voice centers your wandering thoughts, and you remember quickly that you were supposed to say good night.

“I think I’m gonna turn in for the night, okay?” you start. Something lingers on the last word. Hesitancy. You don’t want to hang up.

You can hear the sigh through Shin’s nostrils on the other end of the receiver.

“Am I that boring?” he asks.

You chuckle to yourself despite your heavy eyelids.

“No... but we have been on the phone for nearly 3 hours,” you remind him, despite the fact that you’re grinning ear to ear. You can’t help it sometimes, smiling as you whisper sweet nothings to each other until your cheeks hurt.

You haven’t felt like this since you were a teen, perhaps not truly ever your entire life.

He replies with a satisfied hum. “And yet, I still think I have more things to say to you.”

You turn to your side, your knees folding close to your chest as you pull your blanket closer to bunch securely around your neck.

“Like what?”

Breathy and light your voice goes, and his voice lowers commensurately, both in tone and innocence. “Spend a night with me and you’ll find out.”

You pause, and he pauses too, then breaks the silence with a careful laugh.

“Too much?” he teases. Your heartbeat picks up slightly despite your fatigue. He’s dropped the flirtatious act again, and is back to his regular self, the him you’re more comfortable with.

“Not enough, actually.”

He laughs again through the phone, heartier than before. 

“I’d call your bluff but I can’t read your mind through the phone.”

The image you conjured of him naked flashes back in your mind, then flashes right back out for a moment. A close one.

“Trust me, it’s a good thing.”

The image is back again, vivid and far more detailed, lewd even - Shin’s breaths are ragged, and heavy, fist closed tightly against the base of his cock, and he’s squirming, face flushed and sheets drenched, sticky sweat matting blonde locks to his forehead. His eyes are closed, he’s moaning your name, the taut muscles of his torso flex and stretch as he moans your name-

“___?”

You gasp again.

“Are you falling asleep?” he asks, gently. You have to remind yourself that he can’t hear you through the frequency, or can he? Paranoia threatens to make you start sweating too.

“I have to go.”

Another short pause, but he doesn’t whine anymore.

“Okay.” You can feel his warm smile through the phone, and your heart skips a beat. The image lingers in your mind’s eye; pre leaks through a dusky tip, and you wonder what your mouth would feel around it.

He has to be putting images in your head. Reverse telepathy.

“Good night.”

He lets you hang up first and you realize the late night phone calls are good, great even, but if the heat between your thighs is any indication, you might just need to graduate to the real thing.

[girl-named-matty]

How would they dress in Modern time? - HL Boys

Disclaimer: These are my silly HCs, I'm not tryna convince you of anything, just doing some silly stuff!!

Literally don't even know what compelled me to do this but I feel like sharing how I think they'd dress in modern times soooo lets go.

Sebastian:

Loose-fit clothing kinda guy.

Lots of darker, muted colors. I don't think he'd wear much of anything super bright outside of maybe some reds and whites. (And the khaki range for pants and pants only)

Man is the lover of all things cargo pants. Long, short, several pockets, zippable leg, idc bro loves them all. He is single-handedly keeping companies in business, yk?

Loose-fitting shirts. Not necessarily super oversized, maybe one size up to give him some room.

(He'll wear compression shirts every once in a while, but that's a whole different thing, awooga.)

Sleepwear-wise, he's either in some old t-shirt & shorts or he's just sleeping in his boxers. Sorry, I don't make the rules; I feel like he'd overheat easily, even in the winter lol.

Rings, rings, he loves rings. Specifically, the chunkier, bigger ones, and he wears them all the time. He's got one on basically every single finger outside of his left ring finger (ifykyk lol) and he'll wear them basically every day.

Bracelets too. Like those pull cord bracelets, he'd love those. And those random, like, really thick ones that have no meaning at all but look cool. Also, if you ever gave him those string friendship bracelets, he'd be wearing them forever. Bury him with it, tbh. Like one cord necklace with a pendant/beads on it maybe, or just a plain one.

He gives me dirty Converse kid vibes, but tbh I think he'd like to keep the majority of his shoes pretty nice and shaped up. Maybe he has a pair or two that just suck because he goes outside in them all the time, but for the most part, when he goes places (that aren't going to get his shoes ruined), he's wearing nice shoes.

(His pet peeve is accidentally scuffing them; don't tell anyone.)

As for piercings, he might have his ears pierced or maybe just one. I don't really have a huge personal opinion on this one, but I've seen some fanarts with him having them, and I liked it! Suppose it just depends on what. But I think he'd be down to getting at least one piercing in his lifetime.

Look, I know that he seems like the kinda guy to get some dorky ahh tattoo that has zero meaning, but personally, I feel like he's more of a sentimental tattoo kinda guy. Yk the one who gets his parents names on his chest right above his heart to remember them, or Anne's name there too, important dates in time in his life, that kind of stuff. (With the exception of one stupid tattoo he got ((probably while drunk lol)) on his ankle or something.)

Ominis:

He dresses a lot nicer/more put together than Sebastian.

He'd wear lots of blacks, greys, and other muted colors with the exception of some lighter shades of those colors and white. He wears a lot more white than Seb does. Maybe the occasional pastel yellow collared shirt (or a polo) that complements his complexion and hair well. (Just because he can't see how he dresses doesn't mean he doesn't know that he's slaying.)

Not loose, almost always form-fitting or close to his size. He's not a really big guy, so it's not a hassle getting into or anything.

Wears dress pants on the daily. He wants to look put together and nice everywhere he goes.

Collared shirts, polos occasionally, mostly nice shirts with long sleeves and the occasional shorter sleeve. He's not a massive fan of just showing skin, so he'll opt for the longer ones more.

Sleepwear-wise, I think he's a matching set pajama kinda guy. Silk or satin (sleep skincare 💅), nothing too out of the ordinary with patterns or just completely solid colors.

He's a king at layering and making things look nice. Long coats over almost any outfit, vests of any kind over collared shirts, waistcoats, scarves, etc. He just looks classy all the time yk?

There are some exceptions: If he's really close to you and he doesn't care how he looks, he's probably showing up in just a t-shirt, and if you're lucky, his hair won't be done either, but that hardly happens, so good luck trying to convince him to leave the house specifically without his hair done.

I don't think he'd wear rings to be honest, maybe like one, and that'd be it. However I do think he'd wear a necklace that had some sort of sentimental property to it (ex: his aunt noctua gave it to him or something like that.) But he'd wear it under his shirts and closest to his heart.

I don't think he'd get piercings or tattoos. Tattoo's specifically because those are just one thing he'd be irked about not being able to see. What if they wanted to be funny and messed it up or put the wrong thing? It's just a no from him, tbh. Piercings are the same way.

His shoes are always nice. You won't ever be able to find a single scuff or crease in them. (Fun fact: in the game, Ominis' shoes do have scuffs on them, presumably from bumping into things. So in this HC, he was told, & now he makes Sebastian help him get the scuffs off lol).

Garreth:

Dare I say his style is similar to Sebastian's but with a LOT more sweaters and hoodies. The majority of the sweaters that he has, his mom has made.

Lose clothing all dayyyy. Cuz no. 1, it's comfy, and no. 2 ... IT'S COMFY!!

Wears a lot more lighter colors, though, when it comes to t-shirts and stuff. He likes reds and light yellows (of course, he's a Gryffindor lol), and other stuff like that. Colors that complement his complexion and hair really well.

Loose pants, probably lots of sweatpants too. (I am vibing with his style fr lol.)

Sleepwear wise: I'm sorry, you cannot tell me this boy doesn't overheat like an afternoon in June. He's sleeping in his boxers or some light sleep shorts; otherwise, he's baking himself alive.

When it comes to layering, he's not the best, but he can rock a good white collar under a sweater from time to time.

Similar to Sebastian, I think he'd wear rings (although he'd wear less) and a lot of the pull-string bracelets.

Don't really think he'd have any piercings (and if he did, it'd probably be his ears, but even then). As for tattoos, he'd either get one stupid one and regret it & then totally get scolded for it by his mom LOL.

This boy goes through shoes like nobody's business. He's constantly getting up to something or being a dork outside. And since he has older brothers, his shoes growing up were probably hand-me-downs that did not last at all.

So needless to say, he has been pestered to at least have one nice pair lol.

Leander:

Oh boy, here we go. Leander's style is a little bit interesting.

He's the kinda guy to dress up nice 2-3 days of the week, and then the rest of the days either doesn't care or wakes up too late to do so, so he's throwing on the first thing in his closet that he sees.

Bro will walk around one day in nice slacks and a collared shirt and then the next be walking around in neon green athletic shorts and a yellow t-shirt.

But day to day, he tries to dress at least a mix of in between. Wears mostly t-shirts and doesn't have a huge preference on how they fit him. Mostly wears more fitted ones, but if they were oversized, he wouldn't really care. Some days he'd pull out a nicer shirt and dress accordingly.

Dress pants/slacks on the days where he at least has time to not scramble to his closet and grab something. (He's trying his best, okay? I love him lol.) Mostly khaki or colors within those shades because they really go with anything.

Dare I say he actually has matching sleepwear sets that he wears? (I wanna have matching PJ sets with him. 😔). Occasionally he'll wear sweats and a t-shirt to bed, but mostly he likes his matching sleepwear sets.

When he has the time, he can really dress nicely. He has a knack for layering or at least knowing what looks good/decent. He does the same thing with sweaters as Garreth. (Yes, he knows when he's getting dressed last minute it's not going to look the best; don't bully him.) His momma taught him well.

If he were to wear any bracelets, it'd probably be those string ones, like the "friendship" bracelets or something. He definitely knows how to make them because of his little sister, and he'll sit down and make them with her. He's probably had like six on one wrist at a time, LOL.

No piercings or tattoos, and he will not cave if someone tries to convince him. They're just not his thing.

Actually takes care of his shoes pretty well. He knows the value of a good shoe. And if his outfit isn't going to look the best, at least his shoes will!

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Thank you all so much for reading my absolute nonsense LOL. Likes and reblogs are appreciated. 💕

[guiltypleasurecreative]

Best Friend Vacation

Best friends Harry and Y/N have been the best of friends for nearly a decade. They’re such close friends they take an annual vacation together, just the two of them. This trip, however, may just be the one that changes things.

Contents: Explicit depictions of sex, fluff

6.6k words

“Oh, my goodness. Harry! This is so nice!”

“Yeah, I think this is the nicest one yet.” Harry set the luggage just inside the door of the cabin you rented for the week. It had been a long drive, but it was still early afternoon—plenty of time to relax and enjoy the day.

You couldn’t say anymore who’s idea it was, but for the last five or six years you and Harry have taken a friends vacation together. One year, you invited some mutual friends, and it wasn’t as fun or relaxing, so you stuck to just the two of you. Things were so much better this way.

After nearly nine years of friendship, you two were super close. You two hung out most weekends and recently had spent many weeks planning this trip to a forested mountainous town close enough to the coast that you could smell the salty ocean air.

“Which room do you want, Harry?”

“I wake up earlier than you, so I want the one with the view. I want my morning tea with a view.”

“I can enjoy the same view when I wake at noon.”

“I’m calling it, Y/N,” he smiled at you and picked up your bags, setting them into the other room – the one without a view, apparently. “Look! Yours has an en suite with a big bathtub.”

You walked further into the room and saw there was a large claw foot tub. “Wow, I don’t remember this on the listing.”

“Me either. Maybe its new and they just haven’t updated the listing yet?”

He turned around to face you, but you only shrugged.

“Let’s put the groceries away, and we’ll figure out what to see first. Maybe we just hang out here and jump in the jacuzzi?”

“Are you hungry?” Harry asked as you entered the house. You’d spent the afternoon in the jacuzzi with a bottle of Moscato. When the bottle was empty you and Harry decided it was time to go inside.

“Getting there.”

“Let’s get cleaned up then I’ll make dinner?”

“Sounds good.”

When you got out of the shower you heard the sound of chopping coming from the kitchen.

“Hey.” Harry greeted you while chopping heirloom tomatoes. “I thought we could have something light. We have burrata and pesto so I’m making a nice tomato salad. I’ve got some garlic bread in the oven.

“That sounds lovely. What can I do?” You took the towel from your hair and draped it over a chair at the kitchen counter.

“Nothing. Go pick a movie.” He smiled as he mixed the tomatoes in with the pesto then seasoned it with salt and pepper.

“What do you feel like watching?” You walked to the living room and turned on the giant television.

“Whatever. What about that movie you were telling me about on the drive up?”

Harry put the burrata in the center of a serving plate and the tomatoes around it. Harry always had a knack when it came to making food look as good as it tasted. On another plate he piled the garlic bread then took it out to the living room where you sat on the couch, remote control in hand.

“Can you grab us some drinks?” Harry asked as the plates on the coffee table. He looked up and saw that you had on a very tiny pair of pajama shorts.

“Of course. Beer okay?”

“Y/N, didn’t you pack any pants? You’re not even wearing socks!”

“I was hot after my shower!”

“Yeah, but as soon as you sit down, you’re gonna get cold. And what are you gonna do? You’re going to tuck your cold ass feet under me!”

“But you’re always so warm!”

“Y/N...get socks at least.” Harry was behind you in the kitchen now grabbing two small plates and utensils.

“Yes, dad.” You smirked, knowing you were annoying him.

“Fine, don’t listen. But you can’t tuck your cold feet under me and I’m not letting you warm up your fingers on me either.”

“Just grab me a blanket if you’re so worried, damn.”

Harry smacked your ass then called you a brat under his breath.

“Bastard! I almost dropped the bottles!” Harry only turned around and winked at you in response.

Harry sat on the couch. When you sat down, he handed you a plate then served you.

“This was a good idea, Har. Something nice and light after all that crap we ate for lunch.”

“Actually, I wanted something lighter because I want ice cream with all the toppings later.”

You rolled your eyes and pressed play on the movie.

The two of you ate in a comfortable silence.

“Pause it for me please? I’m going to put the leftovers away.”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks. And get some socks! It still gets chilly at night.” He smacked your ass again as you got up from the couch.

“Are you going to bitch at me every night? We are never taking a vacation in the Spring again. Summer only.”

“Then I’ll just bitch at you about staying hydrated in the heat.” He smiled up at you as he laid down on the couch.

“You’re insufferable.”

“I’m your best friend. You know you love me! Hurry up, the plot was just getting good.”

You put the leftovers away then went to your room to grab socks out of your luggage. When you returned to the living room you sat down by Harry’s head and made a big show of putting on your socks.

Harry smiled and gave your thigh a light squeeze. “Thank you.”

The movie was pretty good, not what you had expected, but it was enjoyable. When it was over you stood up and stretched, looking down at Harry.

“I think I’m going to bed. You want me to get you some ice cream before I go?”

“Nah, I don’t really feel like it anymore. I think I’ll go read my book. Thanks.” Harry stretched before standing up, too.

“Alright. Good night, Har.”

“Night. Sleep well.” He kissed you on the top of your head and squeezed your shoulder before walking to his room.

When you reached your room, you took your time washing up then climbed in bed. You scrolled your phone for a bit, but you couldn’t quite relax. Thankfully, you brought your toy with you.

You got out of bed and looked for it in your luggage. Quickly, you realized it wasn’t in that particular bag, so you searched your other bag, but had no luck. In frustration you flipped on the bedside light and dumped both bags onto the bed.

A few minutes later you were folding your clothes and putting them back in your luggage, defeated. A knock on your door startled you.

“Y/N?”

“Come in.”

“Everything okay? I got up and saw your light was on.” Harry was dressed in sleeping pants with a matching unbuttoned shirt. He had obviously just thrown it on just to leave his bedroom.

“I forgot my vibrator,” you sighed.

Harry chuckled. “Oh, no. A sexually frustrated Y/N is no fun at all.”

You rolled your eyes. “Go to bed, Harry.”

He sat down on the bed, watching you put your things back into your bag. “Oh, come on. Don’t get all bent out of shape. You still have hands.”

You stopped what you were doing just to smack Harry in the arm. “You think if that worked for me, I’d be upset right now?”

“What? So it won’t feel as nice. It’ll still take the edge off.”

You put your bags away and flopped on the bed next to Harry. “No, like, I can’t get there at all without help. Trying just makes me more frustrated.”

After a moment of silence, you reached over to turn off the lamp on the bedside table. “You staying or going? I’m just going to go to sleep.” You didn’t wait for an answer before you settled under the covers again and prepared to sleep.

“Would you like my help?”

With a hearty laugh you swiped your hand down Harry’s face. “Close your eyes and go to sleep Harry.”

“No, I’m serious. Thinking about your toy got me all worked up, too.” You didn’t respond so he continued. “My hand isn’t as fun either. Why don’t we help each other out?”

Is he for real?

“Harry, did the heat from the jacuzzi get to your head?” You chuckled and reached out for his hand and closed your eyes again.

“No, but all my blood is rushing south. Maybe that’s it.”

You opened your eyes again and looked down at his pants. The room was dark, but you could still see he wasn’t lying. He was sporting a bit of a hard on and you let out a breathy laugh. “You’re ridiculous sometimes, you know that?”

“Mmm. Night, Y/N.”

Harry said good night but made no move to go back to his bed. You two had slept together on who knows how many occasions. It was never a big deal, but tonight felt different. You had never fallen asleep next to him while he had a hard on. Or at least not that you knew of.

The two of you laid together quietly before you spoke up. “Okay. Let’s help each other out. I’m not gonna sleep in this state. You can’t be too comfortable either.”

“Y/N?”

“Oh, come on. You make the suggestion then get shy on me? Besides, we’ve seen each other naked before.”

“You’ve seen me because you never knock anymore, but I don’t recall ever seeing you,” he said with a laugh.

“Wow, Harry. Thanks. Good to know it was memorable.”

“I’m serious! I don’t remember. When?”

You turned your body to face him, and he did the same.

“You’ve seen my breasts I don’t know how many times!”

“Breasts don’t count! You’ve seen mine too.” Harry laughed again.

“We really lack boundaries, don’t we?” You giggled.

“Nah, I think we’re just comfortable with each other.”

“Maybe,” you laughed, “but breasts count.”

“Breasts do not count,” Harry countered.

“Okay, well, this is your chance to see the rest of me. Are up for it?”

Harry sat in silence for a moment. “I’m game. My situation hasn’t gone away yet.”

You laughed, “I can’t believe we’re gonna do this. We’re so stupid.”

“We’ve been stupider,” Harry answers, causing both of you to laugh harder.

Harry cleared his throat in an attempt to stop his laughter. “So, we’re serious about this?”

“Yeah, why not. We’ve been stupider right?” You smiled at your best friend.

“Like that time we got lost in Rome after letting our cell phones die?” Harry sat up and put his hand on your knee.

“God, that was so dumb. I still don’t know how we managed to find our way back to the hotel.”

The two of you broke out into a fit of laughter again.

“So. Any hard boundaries? Things that you like?”

“Harry, I’m not discussing my kinks with you. We’re just going to scratch this itch and go to bed.”

“Okay, okay. You afraid I’ll judge you if I find out you like your hair pulled?”

You were a little surprised. “How did you know that?”

Harry shrugged. “Lucky guess.”

“Ugh, you know me too well.” You got comfortable on the bed and Harry moved to stand on his knees between your legs. He rested his hands on your knees.

“That I do, but I still don’t know where you draw the line.”

“Uhhh. I like dirty talk, but nothing degrading. Nothing rough. I don’t like pain.”

“I could have guessed that,” Harry chuckled.

“What about you? Any no-goes?”

“No, I’ve always really enjoyed wherever the act takes me,” he laughed.

“You’re such a man,” you joked.

Harry shrugged out of his unbuttoned shirt. “Do you…want me to play with you?”

“That feels a bit too intimate, don’t you think?”

“More intimate than sex? Not really. And unless you want to start this with no warmup all dr—”

“Okay. Uh, you could…you could touch me?”

“Sure.” He kissed your forehead and moved from between your legs to lay down beside you. He looked in your eyes as he rested his head on your pillow. He rubbed your stomach, just below your navel. When he moved his hand in gentle circles, his fingers grazing the waistband of your shorts.

“Wanna take these off?” His voice was soft and quiet.

“Yeah.” You looked down at your waist where Harry’s hands still laid. You lifted your hips to take off your shorts and underwear.

Harry groaned and looked back up at your face. “Can I go lower?”

You nodded, not saying a word. He slid his hands lower, barely grazing over your clit on his way to run his fingers between your folds. Your mouth fell open with a sharp intake of breath. His face mirrored yours, clearly drunk on your pleasure.

He played with you for a bit as both of you watched his fingers dip low to gather your arousal and bring it to your clit. He felt amazing. You closed your eyes and focused on your growing pleasure.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” You opened your eyes and focused on his face. You could see his arm flexing out of the corner of your eye and it was driving you mad.

“It’s getting painful.” He chuckled uncomfortably.

“Fuck! Sorry!” You got up on your knees, forcing Harry to pull his hand away. “Lie back.”

Harry laid on his back and tucked an arm under his head, watching you.

“Can I take these off?” You kneeled between his legs with both hands on his pants.

“’Course.” He lifted his hips to help you take off his pajama pants. You tugged his pants all the way off of his legs. When you looked back up at him, he had his fingers pressed to his face. “You smell really good.”

You shuddered. It was always such a turn on when a partner enjoyed the smell of you. Without taking his eyes away from you he licked his fingers.

You let out a moan. “Really?”

“It’s a huge turn on for me.” Harry had a broad grin on his face.

“Me too. Never thought we’d know that about each other.”

Harry laughed, prompting you to laugh, too. When you felt a throbbing in your core you decided to get serious.

“Spit.” You held your hand out to his mouth. Harry furrowed his brows. “I mean, unless you like it dry.”

Without taking his eyes away from yours he sat up and spit in your hand. Jesus, that was hot. You brought your hand to the tip off his penis and began to rub him. Your other hand went between your legs to rub yourself. Harry’s eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back on the pillow. When he began to feel dry again you switched hands, bringing the hand covered in your arousal up to his dick.

Harry groaned loudly. “That is the hottest thing anyone’s ever done for me in bed.”

You smiled and hung your head. The feel of Harry’s dick in your hands was such a turn on and you could feel yourself getting closer to your release. You loved it when your partner moaned in bed, it was probably the sexiest thing a man could do in bed. Every sound that fell from Harry’s lips spurred you on.

“Ah—sh—it’s getting dry again.” Harry sat up on his elbows.

You nodded without a word and switched hands again, covering him in more of yourself.

“Y/N, are you still taking the pill?”

Both of your hands stopped moving. “Huh?”

“You’re still on the pill, right?”

“Yes. Yeah.” Your brain was too fuzzy with pleasure to figure out why he was asking.

“So, let’s like, actually do it.”

“Do you want to?” Your heart was still pounding in your chest. You could have come just like this, but you couldn’t turn down intertwining your bodies, feeling full.

“I think that’s pretty obviously a yes. You can feel how hard I am right now.”

You laughed and took your shirt off, just remembering it was still on when the fabric painfully rubbed against your nipples. Harry moaned at the sight of your bare breasts.

“Shit. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you, Y/N?”

“At least you’ll remember seeing me naked now,” you laughed.

“I never forgot! I just said breasts don’t count.” He ran both hands down your sides. “You haven’t answered me yet.”

“Yes.”

“Regularly?”

You laughed remembering all the times he had to remind you to take your pills in the past. That was so long ago now; you had gotten much better at taking them regularly and on time. “Yes.”

“So, what’s stopping us then?” Harry sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Nothing.”

Harry smiled before pressing his lips to yours. He guided you down on to your back and climbed between your legs again. His kisses trailed from your lips, down your neck, then to your chest. You relished the feeling of his lips on you and running your fingers through his hair. Damn, was he good in bed.

“I wanna try something.” Harry was breathing heavily.

“Anything.”

Harry wasted no time bringing his lips to his to your nipple causing you to cry out. He propped himself up on one arm and brought his hand between your legs. His fingers slid into you and his thumb rubbed your clit.

“Ah! Harry, that feels really good.”

“Good.” He pressed another kiss to your chest.

All too soon you felt that familiar tension building then spilling over. You had one of the best orgasms you’ve had in who knows how long.

Harry pulled his fingers from between your legs and brought them to his lips. Once he had sucked his fingers clean, he brought himself to your entrance. “You’re still okay with this?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought his body flush against your chest. He easily slid into you, filling you up. Harry pumped his hips, pulling in and out of you slowly while moaning. His breath on your neck was heavenly.

“Y/N, what’s your favorite position? What will make you come again?”

“I don’t know. A partner has never given me two in one go,” you answered.

“Jesus, Y/N. What kind of losers do you sleep with?”

You laughed but before you could even respond Harry had pulled out of you and was flipping you on to your stomach. He pulled your hips up just a bit so he could slide back in. He placed a hand on your ass and pushed you back down flat against the bed. His hand ran from your ass to your shoulder, massaging as he kissed the nape of your neck. With one last kiss he laid his body flat over yours.

“Cross your legs at the ankle and squeeze your legs together.”

You did as you were asked and thought you were going to come again. Your core was so tight he could barely move himself inside you. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he slipped a hand between you and the bed to rub your clit. He continued to press soft kisses to your back as he slowly thrust in and out of you. You could feel how wet you were.

“Y/N, I’m close.”

“Harry, yes. Just use me.”

“No—ah, I need to see my girl’s face when I come. It’s kind of my thing.”

“Lie down,” you commanded.

Harry traded places with you then you grabbed his dick again and lined it up with your center. You sank down on him slowly, enjoying the sight of him coming unraveled.

He held on to your thighs until you placed both your hands over his and brought them to your breasts. “Keep touching me.”

Something about watching your chest rise and fall while you rocked your hips had Harry needing more. He grabbed you by the small of your back and pulled you close to him. He sat up and leveraged the headboard to thrust up into you, his hands back on your hips.

Eventually he felt the need to hold you even closer. He wrapped his arms around your torso and buried his face in your neck. When that wasn’t enough, he placed one hand on your ass helping you to grind into him. He brought his other hand up your spine and grasped the back of your neck.

“Y/N, quick—do I need to pull out?”

He sounded out of breath, and all wound up.

“No, Harry, just come.”

With that something in him snapped. He grabbed your head in both his hands, roughly dragging his thumbs over your lips. “Y/N, look at me.”

You grabbed his face too and held his stare as you felt his warm release spill inside you. He continued thrusting until he was spent, never letting go of your face. When he stilled, he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

He was the first to break the silence. “Well, that was quite something, huh?”

You laughed. “Jesus, Harry. You should just wife me right now because I don’t know how anything would ever feel that good ever again. You’ve ruined men for me so you should take some responsibility.”

Harry laughed that gorgeous full-chested laugh of his then tapped your thigh, indicating he wanted you to get off his lap. “Ah, careful, Y/N.” He was so sensitive over his penis sliding out of you. “I’ll be right back.”

You nodded and laid down on the bed. You told yourself that in a second you would get up and clean yourself, but for right now, you just needed a minute to catch your breath.

Harry got out of bed and slipped his pants back on. His first stop was to the hall closet for a hand towel. Next, he went to the kitchen and filled two glasses with ice and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Honey from the freezer. He turned on the tap in the kitchen sink and waited for the water to warm up. While he waited, he grabbed a bar of dark chocolate, knowing you couldn’t handle straight alcohol without something sweet.

Harry grabbed a serving tray off the counter and loaded everything on it before checking the water temperature. It was warm enough to sting his hand – just the right temperature for you. He soaked the towel thoroughly then wringed it out, trying not to burn himself on the hot water. How you enjoyed water that hot was beyond him.

When he got back to the room you were still in bed.

“Here, take this.” Harry set the tray on the bed and handed you a glass of ice. He filled it with chilled whiskey.

“Thank you, Harry. That’s so thoughtful.” You took a sip and grimaced even though you enjoyed the flavor.

“But wait! That’s not even the best part yet!”

Harry pulled the warm damp cloth from the tray and grabbed you by the back of your leg, just under your knee. It was one of your sensitive spots and was almost enough to make you want round two. He began wiping your thighs and cleaning you up.

“Wow. Aftercare? I’m impressed, Har. You this nice to all your partners?”

“A few,” he smiled up at you when you brought your glass to his lips and tilted it to give him a drink. You watched his throat as he swallowed. “Usually, I wear a condom so there isn’t this big of a mess.”

“Just a few? Aren’t I lucky, then?”

“You got that right,” he winked. “Only the best from my best friend. Look!” Harry reached behind him then held up the bar of dark chocolate. “I even remembered that you can’t drink it straight without something sweet.”

You giggled. “Wow. VIP treatment tonight.”

Harry finished cleaning you up the chucked the towel into a hamper near the bathroom door. You sat up and poured him a glass which he gladly accepted then laid down. You broke off a piece of chocolate and held it out to him. He grabbed it with his mouth and thanked you.

“What are we doing tomorrow?” Harry asked even though his mouth was still full of chocolate.

You sat up and faced him. “Depends. Do you wanna stick close and go into town or do you want to take a little drive to the coast?”

“Mmmm. That’s a tough one. Why don’t we play it by ear?”

You playfully nudged him. “You mean you don’t have tomorrow all planned out already? Another?”

“Yes, please.” Harry held his mouth open waiting for another piece of chocolate.

“If we stay in town, we can go to that cute little restaurant we saw on the way up.” You tapped his shoulder as if it would jog his memory.

Harry nodded his head but otherwise stayed quiet. He finished his drink then set it down on the tray at the end of the bed.

“I don’t know about you, but I think I need another shower. I worked up a good sweat and now my skin feels all tight and sticky.”

“Can I join?”

“That depends. Are you going to want the temperature scalding hot?”

“Maybe. But I know you love it when someone washes your back for you.”

“Alright, you can come with. But I want you to scrub my back really well. Few minutes at least.” Harry had a playful look in his eyes.

“Deal.”

“Well alright then. Lead the way,” Harry followed behind you, watching as you opened the glass door to the spacious shower and turned on the water.

You stuck your hand under the water and looked at Harry. “This good?”

Harry leaned into the shower stall, a hand on the small of your back. “I guess. Unless you’re willing to turn it down just a tiny bit?”

“Not a chance.” You stepped into the shower under the stream of water. He always knew you were beautiful, but tonight was something else.

“You’re making me want another round,” Harry smiled as he slipped off his pants and stepped in the shower, closing the door behind him.

“Funny, I was thinking that earlier when you were cleaning me up.” You twirled your finger in a motion that asked him to turn around. “Pass me the body wash please.”

Harry passed the bottle and waited until he felt you press a soapy loofah to his back. You placed your other hand on his back to steady yourself as you ran the loofah over his back and sides.

“You know, that was pretty good for me, too. Maybe we can do it again. I mean, there’s no harm, right?”

“Yeah. Until one of us gets into a new relationship,” you agreed.

Harry laughed, “Why would I need someone else?”

You hit him on the back with the loofah before scrubbing him. “What do you mean? I’m not sleeping with you while you’re sleeping with someone else.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I mean, why would I need someone else when I have you? With you I have companionship, someone there when I need them. You give me advice and now I know that we can have some of the best sex I’ve ever had together? What more do I need? We already kind of plan our futures with the other in mind. So… why involve anyone else? I have it made now.”

Both of you laughed.

 “Here. You finish up.” You handed him the loofah and grabbed the shampoo. You began to wash his hair.

“What about love? You can live without someone to romantically love?” You ran your fingers through his hair, cleaning his curly brown locks.

“I don’t know, Y/N. You keep screwing me like that I think I could get to romantic love. I already love you; I just need a couple more orgasms like that to tip me over the edge.”

You held his arms for stability as you bent forward laughing. He held you back and joined in your laughter.

“You’re terrible. Wash up.” You pushed him under the water and watched as he closed his eyes and washed the shampoo from his hair.

“’Kay, your turn.” Harry lathered his palms with shampoo and worked it into your hair by massaging your scalp. You hummed with pleasure, loving it when someone rubbed your head.

“Remember Adriana?”

You didn’t open your eyes to answer him, “Of course. You were crazy about her.”

“I was. But we agreed we weren’t the best for each other.” Harry began to clean the rest of his body. “We actually argued once because she thought we were too close.”

“Sorry, Harry. She wasn’t too far off the mark, though. I mean, look at our history. And then this evening—” You trailed off not finishing your thought.

“Can’t argue that,” Harry chuckled.

Harry placed a hand on your waist to trade places with you so you could rise off.

“I think I’m good without a girlfriend. How about you? Think you’ll get back into the dating game?”

“I don’t know.” You turned to look at Harry. “Done?”

“Yeah. I’ll grab our towels.”

You turned off the water and Harry took a step outside of the shower stall and handed you a towel.

You continued your thought as you dried yourself. “I mean, I think I’m good for now. You’re right that we already have a lot of the components that make a relationship fulfilling. I wouldn’t mind exploring a more physical relationship with you because I already know I can be open and trust you.”

Harry grinned from ear to ear. “I’m always right.”

You playfully smacked his chest and moved past him out of the shower.

“Love you, Y/N.”

You smiled at him but didn’t say it back.

“Y/N! I said I love you.”

Again, you didn’t respond, only nodding. You knew Harry could not handle it when you didn’t say it back.

“Y/N! Say it back!”

Instead, you wrapped the towel around you tighter and scurried back to bed.

“Brat! Come here and say it back to me!”

Harry followed after you and grabbed you with both arms causing you to yelp. He pinned you to the bed and tickled you.

“Say it back, Y/N. Say you love me back and you can end this.”

“Harry, please!” You cried out between giggles.

“Just say it. Three words and I’ll let you go.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

“Wrong.” He wrapped your hair around his hand to expose your neck. He blew raspberries on the sensitive skin behind your ear.

“Okay, fine! I love you! Are you happy now? Shit!”

Harry playfully pushed your head into the bed and rolled off of you.

You acted mad but Harry knew better. “Was that so hard?”

“No, but I can’t let you have everything so easily. Someone has to keep you in check.”

“So like you. Difficult for no reason.” Harry winked but you still threw a pillow at him.

“You sleeping here?” You had already hung your towel up in the bathroom and crawled in bed again.

“Might as well. I’m already here, right?” He got in bed and pulled the blankets up to his waist. “Do you mind if I sleep naked?”

“I don’t think that after today you ever have to ask that question again.”

Harry chuckled. “Come here. Since we’re being touchy feely, I want to cuddle you in my sleep.”

You scooted closer and relaxed into his arms, your back against his warm chest. He swung a leg over your legs.

“Don’t get upset when my morning wood pokes you.”

“Harry! You’re terrible! Go to bed.”

“Y/N? Wake up. Your breakfast is gonna get cold.”

You opened your eyes to see that Harry had made omlettes with the leftovers from last night’s dinner.

“See, this is why I took the room with the view. I had tea in my room and still had time to make breakfast before you woke up. You missed a hell of a view.”

You smiled, and looked over at the clock and saw it wasn’t yet 9:00. “Dude, it’s still so early, I’m sure the view is just as nice now as whenever the hell you woke up.”

“You’re something else. Scoot over, would you?” He got in bed and handed you a plate then grabbed his from the bedside table.

When breakfast was done you put the dishes in the kitchen then brushed your teeth. You had yet to get dressed after last night’s shower.

“Hey, Y/N? I’m feeling very frustrated again.”

You laughed, “are you now?”

“Come here.” Harry patted the bed beside him.

When you came near enough, he placed a hand on the side of your face and pulled you in for a kiss. You laid on the bed next to him and he immediately brought a hand between your legs.

“Are you always so eager?” You smirked at him and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“You have no idea. You better get used to it. Especially if you insist on walking around with nothing on.”

Any response you had dried in your throat. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything else other than the growing pleasure between your legs.

“Y/N. I want to try something with you.”

Harry looked at you nervously, but you only smiled. “Anything.”

“You’re going to regret having said that,” Harry said with a mischievous grin. He laid down on his stomach between your legs. “Still with me?”

“Yes.” You could barely breathe. The anticipation only made you more wet.

Harry wrapped his hands around your thighs and began to kiss your legs, making his way to your core. You let out a low, breathy moan. Even when he was teasing Harry was amazing. Without warning he licked your folds, causing you to cry out. He sucked on your clit before lapping up more of your arousal. He added his fingers and slowly pumped in and out of you, watching you squirm.

“Harry. Come here. I need to feel you.” You ran your hands through his hair.

Harry seemed to be ignoring you. He licked at your insides while he continued to pump his fingers. You caught how he was grinding his hips on the bed and felt a shiver run through your body.

“I’m so close,” you panted.

Harry moaned in response then brought his thumb up to rub your clit. His tongue was still lapping at your folds and licking your insides. Before long you felt yourself shaking as you climaxed.

When your legs had stopped trembling Harry climbed up your body. He kissed you deeply and pressed his body to yours, grinding against your hips. You were so slick he plunged into you without having to guide himself into you.

“You feel so good, Y/N. I’m never leaving this spot between your legs.”

As Harry pumped into you, you thrust to meet his hips. Deep and desperate moans filled the room along with the sounds of your bodies slapping together and the bed creaking.

“Fuck, I’m getting close.”

You wrapped your arms around him in response and dug your heels into his ass in an attempt to bury him deeper within you.

“Y/N, do I have to pull out?” Harry was panting, not slowing his pace at all.

“Inside. Always inside. Give me everything you got.”

With that, Harry came. He drained himself inside of you, his hips only slowing to a stop when he became too sensitive. Harry kissed you with a big smile on his face then laid down next to you. He rubbed your lower stomach—something you could get used to.

“You know, if we keep going raw like that we’re going to end up with an unplanned pregnancy. Especially with how forgetful you are with your meds.”

You smacked his chest playfully. “Hey! I am so much better now. It’s been ages since I’ve forgotten.”

Harry smiled and kissed you on your forehead.

“We should probably invest in condoms. I’m going to want to do this all the time. We could put them on an auto delivery.” You giggled and interlaced your fingers with Harry’s.

“Yeah. I’ll look into it as soon as we get back home.” Harry fell silent for a moment, lost in thought. “Or I could just get a vasectomy. Unless you want kids. Do you want kids?”

“Harry!” You burst out laughing. “We just started this…friends with benefits thing yesterday. Now you’re talking about vasectomies and children?”

“It’s a conversation we should have if we’re going to be sleeping together. Have you changed your mind since the last time we talked about kids?”

“You’re right,” you sighed. “Uh, no. I haven’t changed my mind.”

“Well, your whole ‘if it happens, it happens’ stance is not a solid plan.” He laughed before kissing your forehead. “Such a wishy-washy approach could make things difficult later if something unplanned does happen.”

“What would you do if we go back home, and a couple weeks from now I miss my period. What do you want? Could you raise a kid with your best friend?”

“Absolutely. We’d be great parents.”

“Be serious!” You laughed, causing Harry to laugh too. You cuddled up to him and rested your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a loving squeeze.

“So, we actively take steps to make sure it doesn’t happen. Which may or may not include a vasectomy so I can keep enjoying you without a barrier between us.”

“Sounds like a solid plan.”

“But it still doesn’t address the unplanned. What’s our move then?”

“Um…then we have a child. We raise it with all the love we can.”

“I can handle that.”

Harry rested his head against yours and went quiet again. You were rubbing his arm when Harry blurts out, more to himself than to you, “what if we just get married now?”

“The fuck is going on in your head that that is where you ended up?”

“No, listen. I’ve been telling you for years your insurance is too expensive, whereas mine is quite reasonable. If we do become parents-to-be it would be so much cheaper and convenient to have you on my insurance plan.”

“So, I’ll join your insurance plan. Why do I have to marry you for that?”

“Because I don’t have the option to add best friends to my plan. Immediate family only like spouses.”

“Okay, well, if that happens Vegas is only a 6-hour drive from home. We’ll get married and I’ll get on your insurance plan. Deal?”

“Deal.” He snuggled you closer.

“You know, if this is your idea of pillow talk, I no longer wonder why your relationships haven’t worked out.”

Harry playfully shoved your face away onto your own pillow. “Brat.”

“Damn. Maybe we should get married. Think of what we’d save not paying for two mortgages.”

 “Now you’re talking. I’ll start planning the wedding.” Harry chuckled then winked at you.

“You should probably start planning for a future where I leave you and move across the country because you drive me insane.”

“So, what’s the plan for today?” You looked up at him expectantly.

“Shower first?”

“Fine. But this time you have to scrub my back!”

Part Two

[another-lost-mc]

I have a very serious question

Opinions on Pervy!Levi?

Pervy!Levi, huh? Well, I think about him a lot more than I'd like to admit. When I do think about him, that desperate little demon is usually up to no good.

[ nsfw/mdni below the cut. content/warnings: invasion of privacy, non-consensual recording/voyeurism, masturbation, other suggestive content ]

First we should probably talk about pervy!Levi that buys MC a sex toy and finds out his tail works just as well.

Can't forget about voyeur!Levi who likes to watch his brothers fuck MC first before he gets a turn.

And then of course, there's Levi with a lactation kink, or Levi that thinks about using a love potion on MC because he's so fucking desperate.

Or there's horny Levi who jerks off as soon as you leave his room after a gaming session because he just can't help himself.

If that's not enough, I guess we can talk about...

— Pervy!Levi who lets himself into your room when you're not home. He's figured out all your little hiding places by now, so if you've gotten any new toys since the last time he checked, he knows. He also buys the same type of lube as you do because it enhances the fantasy that he's fucking you and not some random fleshlight later on. Plus, he likes to have all your preferred supplies in his room for you to use, just in case you take pity on him and decide to give him a chance...

— Pervy!Levi who hates walking into your room and smelling his siblings or other demons. He loves your scent though. He buries his nose in your pillow or your sheets and ruts against your mattress while he breathes your smell deep into his lungs. He also helps himself to a pair of underwear from your dirty laundry hamper. (He'll return them in a day or two when he's done with them.)

— Pervy!Levi who secretly records you. Sometimes he records you when you watch movies with him in his room, or he'll record your voice when you call him on his D.D.D. You don't realize all the cute sounds you make. His cock twitches in his jeans because he starts imagining what it'd be like for you to make those same sounds when he fucks you. He clips the audio recordings and adds them to a nice little loop of your noises he's spliced together. He puts in ear buds and listens to them when he jerks off later, and it's almost like you're right there beside him.

— Pervy!Levi who stays up later than almost everyone else. Sometimes he walks past your bedroom door and listens. If you're up late, he might get lucky and hear the muffled sounds of you touching yourself, or maybe one of his brothers is keeping you company instead. Other times, he walks past your room and the door isn't closed all the way. You're far too trusting, you know. But he can't complain, because there's nothing cuter than the sight of you asleep in your bed, your pajama shirt riding high up on your chest and your sleep shorts low across your hips. His fingers twitch because he wants to touch, but he can't risk it. Besides, his hand is clapped over his mouth so his heavy, panting breaths won't wake you.