#place their head on there and let me stroke their hair while we chat n they fall contentedly asleep

[toriliashine]

I don't get the whole facial smoothing in art and mods of astarion like I cannot imagine that guy as anything other that sn immortal old guy doing his best to be hip and cool with the kids so they don't pick out he's a vamp (he's shit at hiding he's a vamp and every fucking person he teams up with knows but doesn't say anything bc they're nice about it and it's a sensitive topic dont worry man) the other day I literally lamented and wailed bc I couldnt get a mod that gives him fancy old man reading glasses bc he deserves those shits. I need to have a drink with him, talk about life and hit him on the back of the head for being racist (species-ist more exactly but bleh but hm I only saw the monster hunter talk but that's more xenophobic than racist but hm)

[astran4you]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ lee felix x male reader

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ idol!bottom!felix x boyfriend!top!reader

** ༉‧₊˚✧↳ smut, oneshot

warnings: felix is shorter than reader, blowjob, cum swallowing, semi public sex, unprotected sex, brief mention of fingering, minimal aftercare, binchan mention, hyunjin interrupts them briefly, i probably missed a few things

M/n loved watching Felix perform, it was one of his favorite things to do. He was such an amazing dancer and of course that deep voice made M/n a little dizzy. Thank God he was allowed to hang out backstage as long as he wasn’t in the way because he would have killed to be able to watch Felix like this.

It was so funny the way Felix could look so badass and make the fans melt with one look on stage but M/n could make him fall apart with a brush of his fingers in private. A thought appeared in the back of his mind as the boys started finishing up their set. Damn why did those stylists always have to do such a good job when dressing his boyfriend, it was driving him a little nuts and there was nothing he could do about it. M/n zoned back in when he realized the group was coming offstage.

M/n waited patiently for Felix as all the other members walked backstage chatting together. The shorter blond came off last and he immediately jumped into M/n’s arms after handing his mic to a crew member. M/n wrapped his hands around his waist, squeezing tightly as he pressed kisses into Felix’s hair. It smelled like strawberries and M/n knew he must have used his favorite shampoo on purpose this morning.

“Hi love,” M/n whispered, tipping Felix’s face up by his chin to kiss him on the lips.

“Someone’s happy to see me huh?” Felix grinned mischievously as he let his fingers travel farther down M/n’s body, grazing over his half hard dick. The taller boy felt his cheeks warm and he looked away in embarrassment. Felix chuckled and pulled M/n closer by the belt loops on his jeans knowing that it turned him on. “We can go to my dressing room for a bit,” he whispered, watching how M/n shivered at his words.

Felix looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them. He caught Bangchan’s eye and he only waved a hand, knowing he’d be a hypocrite if he discouraged them since he and Changbin fucked in a supply closet at the last concert. M/n took his boyfriend’s hand and let him lead him to his secluded dressing room.

“How’d you get a room in this quiet corner?” M/n asked.

“I can be pretty persistent. Maybe I was hoping to get fucked after the concert today,” Felix smiled innocently.

M/n raised his eyebrows and slipped his hands into the back pockets of Felix’s pants. “Were you now?” he said more quietly. Felix nodded quickly, kissing M/n’s jaw to prove his point. M/n moved his hands and placed them under Felix’s ass, lifting him easily. His legs wrapped around M/n’s waist and they looked into each other’s eyes. Felix stroked M/n’s cheek, leaning down slightly to capture his lips in a kiss that would never fail to create butterflies in their stomachs.

The kiss deepened, M/n’s tongue exploring Felix’s mouth and one of his hands going up his shirt while the other kept Felix supported. His head tipped back and he let out a breathy moan as M/n sucked on the sensitive spot between his neck and shoulder.

M/n gently laid Felix down on the couch in the room, kissing down his chest as he unbuttoned his shirt. Felix started to unbuckle his belt when he heard a knock. “Oh shit,” the blond whispered. “Get behind the door and don’t make a sound.”

“Fix your belt prince,” M/n said before moving out of view of the doorway. Felix fiddled with the thing around his waist and rushed to open the door.

“Hyunjin. Hi,” he said breathlessly.

“Minho said to tell you that you forgot to drop off your mic,” Hyunjin said, arms crossed against his chest.

Felix frowned and messed with the buttons on his shirt. “But I did. I handed it to Eunho.”

“Ugh, okay. He must have not told Jiwoo. I’ll let them know,” he mumbled while tying his hair back from his face. He started walking away and Felix breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, and be safe you two!” he yelled from farther down the hallway.

Felix rolled his eyes and closed the door. “He’s definitely gonna tell everyone,” he said while turning around, seeing M/n pulling his shirt over his head, exposing his toned back. The taller boy definitely said something in response but Felix was distracted by his smooth unblemished skin. He could definitely change that. Felix bit M/n’s shoulder, hearing a startled yelp of pain and pleasure.

“What do you think you’re doing?” M/n asked as he faced the shorter boy. Felix’s eyes widened in an attempt to look innocent, hands flying behind his back as if he wasn’t just trying to unzip M/n’s jeans. “Clothes off. Now.”

Felix obeyed immediately, the black shirt slipping off his freckled shoulders and pants pooling around his ankles before he stepped out of them. M/n saw the wet spot of precum on his boxers and grinned. “I thought I was the horny one.”

Felix’s cheeks bloomed red and he raised a hand to cover his face. M/n wasn't having it and he grabbed the smaller boy’s wrist, moving it so he could see him blushing. “Don’t cover your pretty face doll. I wanna see you melt because of me,” he muttered against Felix’s lips.

Their lips met each other yet again, M/n’s jeans becoming constricting around his cock at the whimpers escaping out of Felix’s mouth. The blond could feel M/n getting harder and he finished what he had tried to do earlier, unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with the taller boy’s underwear. M/n nodded with approval at Felix dropping to his knees.

“Be a good boy Lix,” M/n said while guiding Felix to his dick. His tongue swirled around M/n’s tip and he groaned, grabbing Felix by the hair and bucking his hips into his mouth. Tears pricked in the corners of Felix’s eyes and he moaned at the feeling of M/n hitting the back of his throat. The vibrations felt amazing and M/n tipped his head back in bliss. Felix looked so pretty on his knees deepthroating his cock with tears of pleasure threatening to spill over his freckled cheeks.

“Swallow for me baby, we don’t want to make a mess,” M/n groaned. Felix hummed in obedience just in time for M/n to cum down his throat. He wiped the corner of his mouth to make sure he didn’t miss a drop and looked back up at his boyfriend, who was staring at him lovingly. “Come up here. Let’s take care of you now.”

M/n pressed chaste kisses along Felix’s jaw as he removed his boxers for him. Then he fell back on the couch and beckoned for Felix to sit on his lap. “Open your mouth,” he said. The blond immediately did so and M/n slipped two fingers in, Felix coating them in spit as if he’d done it a thousand times before. Which he practically had.

Felix whined as M/n quickly started scissoring open his hole, his head falling forward onto his shoulder. When M/n deemed him properly stretched, he removed his fingers and lifted him by the waist. The taller boy let the other lower himself onto his cock, both letting out a simultaneous moan at the feeling of the other.

It had been so long since Felix had felt this full. The pair were definitely not one to fuck backstage regularly but Felix thought they had to do this more often. He started bouncing and M/n bit his lip, trying to keep from being too loud. They may have been farther away than most of the dressing rooms but that didn’t mean there weren’t people nearby.

M/n could tell Felix was getting close because his movements grew stuttered and irregular. He leaned in and smashed his lips onto his, muffling the blond’s moans. “Cum for me Lix,” M/n whispered. And he did, his load coating the older boy’s chest. M/n shoved his fingers back into Felix’s mouth as he also came, knowing he was the loudest post-orgasm.

This time was no exception. M/n adored the noises he made around his fingers and how his nails dug into his bicep and back. “Shh, baby. Can you get up?” he asked softly. Felix nodded and he slowly stood, whining at feeling M/n pull out. He wobbled over to grab tissues then tossed them at M/n so he could clean himself up.

“Jesus my knees are weak,” Felix mumbled, using a hand to balance himself as he changed into comfy after-concert clothes.

M/n grinned, proud of himself. The pair left the room together after dressing. Felix had a dark spot blooming on his neck and M/n had to keep a hand on his back so he could walk straight, earning more than their fair share of whispers from the crew as they met up with their friends again.

notes!

this is old and i did not proof read it

[shitsndgiggs]

Hey Kaya 🌸

I just saw a movie scene where a couple went to a charity event and the woman was teasing her husband under the dining people, he came in his pants 🐱🫠

I was thinking about Kenan yk 🤠🐱

If you could make this happen, I’ll sell my body to you 💋

Have a nice day bbygirl

A/N: WARNING SMUT!! I made this request into a part two, since a lot of you wanted it

Part 1

FAMILY NEXT DOOR (Part 2) - KENAN YILDIZ

It’s payback time 😈

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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The sun had just dipped below the horizon, leaving a warm glow in the sky as Kenan and I prepared for our evening out, with his family.

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate straps of the dress I’d chosen—a sleek, figure-hugging number in deep red, one that clung to my curves in all the right places.

I added a touch of lipstick and smoothed down my hair, satisfied with the look. Tonight, I was determined to turn the tables on Kenan.

When I stepped out of the bathroom , Kenan was waiting in the bedroom, adjusting his watch. The moment his eyes landed on me, they darkened with desire.

He took a step forward, his gaze roaming appreciatively over my body.

“Y/N…” he murmured, almost in disbelief. “You look incredible.”

I could feel his eyes on me, taking in every detail, and it was exactly the reaction I’d hoped for. “Thank you,” I replied, giving him a small, teasing smile as I walked past him to grab my purse.

I could feel his eyes following me, the intensity of his gaze making my skin tingle.

Kenan moved closer, his hands finding my waist as he pulled me into his embrace. His lips brushed against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Are you sure we have to go out?” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “I’d much rather stay in.”

I laughed softly, turning to face him and pressing a finger to his lips. “Let’s not keep them waiting,” I said, gently pushing him away with a playful grin. “We have a dinner to get to.”

Kenan grinned, clearly trying to hide his excitement. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

We walked hand in hand to the restaurant, where his family was already seated. As we approached the table, Kenan’s hand lingered on mine, and his eyes kept drifting to me, clearly captivated.

As the main course was served and the conversation flowed, I decided it was time for a little payback.

While everyone was absorbed in their discussions about local cuisine and vacation plans.

"So, Kenan, how's work been?" his dad asked, taking a sip of wine.

I let my hand drift beneath the table. My fingers lightly brushed against Kenan’s inner thigh.

Kenan’s body tensed immediately. He tried to maintain his composure, but I could see the nervousness in his eyes.

Kenan fidgeted in his seat, already on edge. "Uh, yeah, it's been good. Busy, but good."

His breath quickened, and I could see the slight bulge forming in his pants.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear, and whispered, "Be a good boy and stay quiet. Unless you want them to find out how dirty you are.”

His eyes widened, and he nodded, his mouth dry. I giggled softly, my hand now moving higher, caressing his hardening cock through his pants.

I slowly undid the button and zipper, careful not to draw attention, and slipped my hand inside.

His dick was thick and heavy in my hand, and I could feel the warmth of his arousal.

As we continued to engage in idle chit-chat with his family, my hand began to move gently up and down his shaft.

I teased the tip of his cock, feeling the pre-cum starting to leak out.

Kenan squirmed in his seat, biting his lip to stifle a moan. I loved having this power over him, driving him wild while he tried his best to maintain his composure.

His mom laughed at a joke his aunt told, and I used the moment to my advantage. I squeezed his dick a little tighter and quickened my strokes, my fingers teasing the sensitive head. "Oh, god, Y/n, I'm gonna cum," he whispered desperately.

I didn't stop, instead increasing the pace and pressure. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me, fill your pants with your hot cum." My other hand reached down to rub his balls, massaging them gently as I stroked his shaft.

Kenan's breath hitched, and his body tensed. I knew he was close. With one last intense stroke, he came, his cock pulsing in my hand as he tried desperately to muffle his orgasm.

I could feel his warm cum filling his pants, the wetness spreading as I slowly milked him dry.

His body shuddered, and he let out a slight whimper, his family none the wiser.

"Oh, something wrong, Kenan?" his mom asked, concerned.

"No, no, just something stuck in my throat," he replied, his voice a little hoarse.

I giggled softly, my hand now covered in his cum. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean, tasting his salty release. "Delicious," I murmured.

Kenan shot me a look of disbelief, his eyes wide as he realized what I'd done.

The rest of the dinner passed in a blur, with Kenan trying to hide his sticky pants and his obvious discomfort.

As we finally stood up to leave, I gave him a mischievous smile, my fingers gently stroking his still-sensitive cock through his pants. "That was just the beginning, baby. I'm not done with you yet."

We excused ourselves and made our way back to our room, his family none the wiser about the naughty game we'd played.

Once inside, I pushed him against the door, my lips crashing onto his in a passionate kiss.

Our tongues danced together as I reached down to feel the wetness in his pants, rubbing it between my fingers.

"You looked so sexy trying to hide your orgasm," I whispered between kisses. "But now it's time for round two."

I dropped to my knees in front of him and slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his semi-hard cock.

It twitched as I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste the remnants of his cum. I sucked his sensitive head into my mouth, moaning softly as I tasted him.

"Fuck, Y/n, that feels so good," he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair.

I took my time, sucking and licking his dick, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum mixing with the salty residue of his earlier orgasm.

My tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit, before taking him deep into my throat. I savored the feeling of his cock pulsing in my mouth, his breath quickening as he got closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum again," he whispered, his hips thrusting gently.

I didn't let up, instead bobbing my head faster, my hand stroking the base of his shaft. His fingers gripped my hair tightly as he cried out, his cock erupting in my mouth.

I swallowed every drop, milking him dry once again, before finally releasing him with a satisfied sigh.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies sticky and satisfied.

Kenan smiled lazily, his eyes half-closed. "You’re unbelievable." he said with a chuckle, his hand finding mine. “That was payback and then some.”

I grinned, leaning in to kiss him softly on the cheek. “You had it coming, remember?”

[miniversse]

Can you please do a Seungmin version of best friend’s brother where they both confess after y/n’s bday party and wake up from a one night stand?

⭑“whispered wishes”⭑

⭑ seungmin x female reader

⭑ content includes: non-idol seungmin, non-idol reader, unestablished relationship, readers birthday, best friends brother, confession, mentions of drinking, masturbating (reader), unprotected sex, releasing, squirting.

⭑ note: anon did not fail me with this one i loved it so much. i’ve placed a dash indicating the beginning of the nsfw content (long build up because the whole situation needs to make sense.

⭑ minors dni

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the sky is painted with orange and red strokes, and the pool water in your hair begins to dry down as you take in remnants of the sun. you hear a faint voice approaching, singing happy birthday. you turn to find your best friend holding a cake with sparkling candles, grinning from ear to ear as she continues to sing. this moment would be cherished forever, and so would seungmins glares from behind…

“oh my gosh, you didn’t have to do all of this” you lift your sunglasses to your head, admiring her choice in design.

“hello? remind me what day it is?” you both chuckle, taking bites of the cake by the poolside and chatting about your new life ahead.

the scorching water of your best friends shower soothed your tense muscles, and you were anticipating the moment you’d plop onto the mattress. you’re mind jumps to the glares of your best friends brother, seungmin. he was extremely hot and he knew it. he would always linger around the pool, walking back and forth trying to get your attention, and it sure as hell worked. everytime you’d come over. there he was in all his glory either by the poolside, coming back from baseball practice or lounging around. he looked good doing everything, and he turned you on everytime. 

your fingers move down slowly as you consider whether you’ll regret this decision or not, but you’re fingers wouldn’t stop. they moved down, and rub at your aching clit. the pressure of the water help intensify the pleasure, placing a hand on your mouth to muffle your moans. you fasten your pace and move to your vagina, curling your fingers inside of you while thinking of how he would touch you, kiss you, and talk things that grace your ears only. your orgasm crashes and you whimper his name quietly, hoping no one would hear you…

you tip toe to your friends room only to find her passed out, snoring like there’s no tomorrow. you quickly slip on an underwear and a night dress, tip toeing to the kitchen to grab a cup of water. a tall figure stood in the dark kitchen, looking outside the window.

“h-hey” you hesitate in ignoring whatever thoughts he was in, but you didn’t want to startle him.

he turns slowly and makes eye contact with you, dragging his eyes further down. his eyes move slower on your bare legs, and he shoots back up to look at you.

“happy birthday” his voice was calm and quiet

“oh, thank you” 

“no worries, how did it go?”

“good, we swam, tanned, had cake, made a wish, drank a couple of beers. about it.”

“what did you wish for?” he cocks his head, seemingly curious as to what you hoped for, but telling him would result in loosing your friend, and potentially him.

“shouldn’t wishes be kept a secret?”

“not if you whisper them. i wanna know”

“are you sure? i don’t want the wish to be cursed.” you were making up excuses as your heart paced, but he approaches you and turns to let his ear brush against your mouth.

“tell me” 

you swallow and do as he asked.

“i wished for…you” he turns to face you, not moving his face back. he grins from ear to ear and moves to whisper in your ear now.

“everytime i see a shooting star, i wish for you too.” his voice was so quiet, and made your body tingle. he moves to face you again.

“i really like you y/n. i hope you feel the same”

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you let your actions talk, and you lock lips with him. the back of your mind is concerned about your best friends reaction, but you’re too far in.

he brings your legs up to his waist and cradles your ass as he walks up the stairs and into his room. you’ve never been in his bedroom, and you hope it won’t be your last. he drops you on the bed and shuts the door, taking his shirt off on his way back to you. 

“this is a birthday gift no one can get you, only me”

his fingers trace the strap of your nightgown and he brings it down, slipping you bare. his eyes fixate on your chest and he pulls your underwear down, leaving you exposed to him. his eyes were like flames, leaving hot trails everywhere he looked. 

he mutters “fuck” below his breath, and he lets you bring his sweatpants down which his growing bulge protruded from. your fingers caress his torso and you let them tiptoe to the hem of his underwear, exposing his thick length. your hand goes at him, pumping him slowly before he abruptly stops you.

“i said its your birthday gift.” his voice was stern and warm at the same time. 

his body towers over yours while he guides his member to your wetness. he looks into you one final time before pushing inside of you, quickly moving his hand to your mouth to muffle your moans. he stretches you with his long cock moving further inside of you, his tip nudging you and moving back. his grunts get collectively louder with your muffled moans. he picked up his pace inside of you, causing the bed to squeak every now and then. you bring his hand down to take a breath.

“s-she’s gonna hear us-s”

“i couldn’t care l-less.” 

he spits on his fingers to bring them down to circle your bud, still the overstimulation made your mind fuzzy, and you grab onto his forearm for support. you still haven’t processed that seungmin is getting you laid, but it felt ethereal. his mouth is gaped open, trying his best to muffle his grunts and whimpers. you feel yourself getting closer to coming, and hustling length jerking inside of you hinted it was the same for him. his hands from your mouth to your chest, grabbing on and teasing your nipple. if this wasn’t multitasking, you didn’t know what was.

“you come first pretty girl. promise?”

you nod, your eyes squinting shut as you try to contain the speed of his dick slamming into you, his fingers rubbing at your clit and his hand grabbing at your breast. your body gives in, your release coating his dick and you’re squirting lands on his torso. you gasp at the sight of him covered in your fluids, and you apologize repetitively. his groans override you as his fluids fill you up, making a mess of a scene.

“was i that good of a fuck pretty girl?” his panting slows down and his head falls on your chest, catching his breath.

“fucking hell seungmin” you felt empty without him inside of you. he places a kiss on your neck and moves the strands of hair that stuck to your sweaty face.

“happy birthday y/n”

you woke up to the sound of your friend shouting your name. she’s been looking for you everywhere. but you were in another world, cuddled by seungmins body after a night of wonders. you rush to put your nightgown on again and creak his door open, looking left and right before running to your friends room.

but there she stood, hands crossed and eyebrow raised. your body froze.

“oh god y/n, you should’ve told me you were fucking my brother. i looked for you everywhere”

“good, morning?”

she throws a pillow at you and you laugh, running away from her grasp.

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@captainchrisstan

@strayywayy

@rylea08

@all4minnie

[jeankirstein4ever]

Love Songs - Modern!Eren J.

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A/N: Match up for @ermbabyel! You guys have been such supportive angels, sorry there was such a long break but the vacation was lovely!

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Your first impression isn't ideal - it's the dead of night in a CVS, exhausted and bored with the current color of your hair only to be met with the loudest group of boys in the universe. Eren, Connie, and Jean had had a long night of drinking and playing at some dive bar, barking laughing, and yelling throughout the store.

" fifty bucks if you dye your hair, 'ren," Connie calls out some stupid bet, leaving you to side-eye them as they get closer and closer to you - their volume becoming overbearing.

"Hey, what color should he -hic- dye his hair, d'you think your color would look -hic- good on 'em." Eren throws his arm back halting Jean and Connie as they approach you.

He smiles apologetically, "Sorry about them, they're a bit rowdy when drunk, but your hair is pretty."

You two make chit-chat in the isle, Connie and Jean had wandered off in search of food, while you offered advice on what color would suit him, and what kind of haircare to use to keep the color for longer.

He’ll pay attention to you as you speak- practically trying to drink you in; like a crow, he’ll get distracted by the glimmer and glittering jewelry that adorns your person. Mesmerized to a mind-fogging extent.

He invited you to one of his shows, a bit pouty when you tell him your aversion to louder cramped places, "Well maybe I could play something for just you?" A sly smirk plastered on his drunken face.

You get his number and finally talk yourself into inviting him over, opting for a movie night, and laying out a plethora of blankets and prized stuffed animals. The knock on your door startles you a little opening it, "Hey pretty girl", his dumb smile lazy across his lips, guitar in his ring-clad hand.

He adores your enthusiasm as you lay out the horror movie options, ultimately letting you pick whatever movie you want, "if we don't get through them all I guess I'll just have to come over again."

It felt cliche but he couldn't pay attention for the life of him, you were too, too much of everything, and eventually, when you relaxed into his arms he wanted to eat you; heart and soul.

The next couple of times he comes over, it becomes harder to ignore that desire.

He'll hold your thighs firmly in between his hands, the pads of his fingers rough from years of playing guitar. Licking a long stripe against your wet dripping hole, making you whine. "gotta stay still baby, wanna hear all your pretty noises, can't do that when you're runnin' away from me."

Nipping at the flesh of your inner thighs, one hand interlaced lazily with yours, the other working your body like you were the only thing he knew, drawing his fingers in and out in agonizingly long strokes.

saliva was spilling over your lips, mouth agape and gasping for him, " 'ren, 'ren too full, can't." In contrast to his hands, his hips work fast, too eager to feel you, his hands lifting your soft hips to him, practically bruising your cervix at this pace.

He's shirtless hovering over you, necklaces and hair sticking to his warm skin, "fuck baby, wish you could see yourself, god, gonna-"

Cum spilling out of you onto the flesh of your thighs and his abdomen, Eren collapses into a heap on top of you, his head laying in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your shoulder, "you sound prettier than any love song."

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Blue Jeans - Lana Del Rey

Favorite - Isabel LaRosa

Glue Song - Beabadoobee

Real Love Baby - Father John Misty

Homecoming - Kanye West, Chris Martin

Speed - Kali Uchis

She Wants My Money - Dominic Fike

I. Pink Toes - Childish Gambino

Power Trip - J.Cole, Miguel

Kiss - Prince

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[seventeenpins]

triptych - pt ii

pairing: tommy miller x joel miller x f!reader

word count: 3.3k

summary: after a shitty day, the man you've been chatting with all evening brings you back to his place only for you to discover he lives with his brother, an old flame of yours. they both fuck you. pre-outbreak. 18+

warnings: ooof i know i'm gonna miss something but here goes! multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pussy eating, dick sucking, ass eating/ass play, anal, joel miller is an ass man, double penetration, it's literally just porn there is so little substance here it's shameful, probably not incest but maybe a little??? like the brothers aren't into each other but their balls kinda touch so i'll leave that just in case..., light spanking, creampie, light breeding?, pls tell me if i'm missing anything important

a/n: wowowow i cannot believe how fuckin lovely y'all are, i hadn't been writing for years but i certainly never received so much feedback. thanks for reading and interacting and being part of such a cool and deeply horny community 😅 my asks are always open and i'd love to take on some requests! thank u to those who've sent some so far, i'm working on them now. besides requests, upcoming fics include a follow-up to bad girl and a vampire au 💕

also, thank you for indulging in this pairing!! (grouping?) i feel like a lot of threesome fics are very pro-joel with tommy cucking, and though they're fucking excellent, i wanted to give tommy some love and an equal place at the side of his incredibly hot brother.

check out part i

when you'd first sat down at that grimy dive bar, never in a million years would you have anticipated the scene that was unfolding in front of you now.

“shit," tommy says, "she looks so nice down on her knees for us, huh joel?”

joel looks feral as he stares you down. "such a good girl for us,” he agrees, “but we gotta see if that mouth can do more than talk.”

he's holding your wrists behind your back, while tommy grips a firm hand through your hair and unbuckles his belt with the other.

"open up, baby," tommy says, and presses one finger into your mouth and then another. he gently strokes his fingers in and out of your mouth, pressing into your tongue, slowly going deeper and deeper till you're sure you can feel the digits at the back of your throat. you can feel that you've started to drool a little, and tommy lets out a little groan at the discovery.

"you think you're ready for me?" tommy asks, and you nod.

in one smooth motion, his cock is springing from his boxers and the head is pressing gently at your lips.

feeling just the tip in your mouth, you already know your jaw is gonna hurt tomorrow. you relax your jaw and open wider, and tommy makes a slightly strangled noise that you take as a great sign.

as he fucks into your mouth, your eyes begin to water and tommy notices, brushing the tears away.

"you're takin' it so good," joel lavishes his praise on you and you never want it to end, "such a good girl, aren't you? keep that throat nice and open for my brother, won't ya? i know you wanna relax into it, baby, let him see just how much you love havin his dick down your throat."

it makes you moan, his words making you almost uncomfortably wet. tommy keeps thrusting down your throat, hips occasionally stuttering.

"shit, honey-" tommy says, and chuckles at your whine when he pulls his cock out of your mouth, "you're suckin' it so good, i need a break or i'm gonna come in that pretty mouth a whole lot sooner than i mean to."

joel drops your wrists and backs up to the sofa.

"why don'tcha sit on my lap, darlin'?" he grins, and pats on his inner thigh, his cock visibly straining in his jeans, a little damp patch visible where you're sure the tip is.

"only if you take your pants off," you say, and joel's eyebrows shoot up.

joel considers. "fine, but we're gonna work you up real nice before you get to sit on anyone's cock.

once you're sat on joel's lap, his cock straining against his boxers, tommy’s kissing you with such frenzied passion you feel dizzy. the sensation is only heightened when joel runs a knuckle down your spine, dragging over each vertebrae, massaging and tantalising. then both hands are grabbing at your waist and over your hips as if mapping you out. it’s not overtly hungry, not yet, but there’s a sensuality to it you didn’t quite remember from your brief and ill-fated encounters with joel years back. you're suddenly hit with a pang of sadness that you never stayed in touch. you would've liked to see him get his first grey hairs. instead it feels like you hit fast forward and jolted ahead.

joel's close behind you and you feel his hot breath on your neck as he pulls down the neckline of your top and licks a line along the hollow of your collarbone and back up to your ear, and the drag of his tongue is delicious. he nibbles on your earlobe and the sensation draws an obscene moan from your lips. 

tommy’s close to you, too, his big hands cupping your jaw as he kisses his tongue deep into your mouth, running it along your teeth. his cock is still hanging out from his jeans, thick and hard, and you don't try to disguise the way you stare at it as you look him up and down.

"you've got far too many clothes on, sweetheart," tommy grins, and you pull off your top. before you can unhook your bra, joel's already unfastened it and is helping you pull it off.

tommy drops to his knees now, licking and sucking at your nipples, as joel unbuttons your pants, unzips them, and helps you lift your hips to yank them off of you.

the graze of tommy's teeth against the sensitive flesh of your breast makes you whimper and rut up on joel's thigh, and the brothers both laugh at your desperate noises.

"shit, she's needy, ain't she?" joel teases as he grips your waist with one hand and lets the other drag down to your panties, holding you in place while he starts to rub his fingers along your slit through the damp fabric.

he tugs at the band of your lace panties and ponders for a moment. "you partial to these?" he asks, and you shrug, "not particularly".

"good," joel says. that's all he needs to hear before he's tearing them apart and dropping the tattered fabric aside.

"well now you're just putting on a show," you tease, and he laughs but doesn't disagree. he just strokes a finger along your folds.

"i think you're a girl who likes a show," he tells you as he gathers up a little bit of your slick and slides it along your pussy. "now, what else do you like, darlin'? you want me to play with your lil clit? or just finger fuck you?"

"both," you whine, "any of it. all of it, please-"

he teases a finger into you very gently, just a little press that goes a little deeper each time he pulls it out and presses back in, till you realise he's sinking it in all the way to the hand with each thrust.

right as he adds another finger, to your surprise, tommy drops to his knees. he spreads your thighs wider and looks up for a moment, and you think you can feel joel nod behind you. that's all it takes, and tommy dives in. joel thrusts his fingers into you more urgently as laves kisses on and around your clit. he deepens it, pressing harder, flicking his tongue furiously along your swollen nerve endings and there's enough sensation that you know you won't last long.

"yes, that's it," you cry, and now it's your turn to grab tommy by the hair and press his face right where you need it the most. you're grinding up on his tongue while joel steadily continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, and you know you couldn't be quiet even if you tried.

"fuck," your words sound more like sobs now and you really don't give a shit, "keep going, just like that, joel you can go harder, tommy yes, lick my clit like that, i'm gonna- i'm gonna come-"

"good girl," joel talks you through it, "letting us take care of you like this. you need us to fuck you stupid, don'tcha? you're gonna leave here in the mornin' all stretched open, feeling us deep inside ya for days, huh?"

his filthy words are all you need to teeter over the edge- "fuuuck!" you scream, and you're positively panting now, verging on hysterical. you know joel can feel your pussy clench around him, you're so wet you're worried you've ruined joel's jeans, and you're so overstimulated that you can't speak more than a syllable or two at a time.

"oh you come so pretty," tommy says, pulling away from you to speak. you can see the way his lips are glistening with your slick before he kisses you on your inner thighs, peppering the soft skin with attention.

then, your eyes practically roll back in your head as he dives back in.

joel hasn't stopped fingering you, either, and once tommy's mouth is back on you, joel presses his fingers back into you more deeply again.

"shit, it's too much, i don't think i can take another this quick-" you try to say, but joel shushes you.

"i can already feel it coming," joel tells you, "can feel how your thighs are trembling, how you're already clenching down on me."

you're treading dangerously close to uncomfortably overstimulated, but you're also so completely turned on, you barely care. if you're gonna die in pursuit of a nut, so be it.

"fuck, you're right-" you tell joel, and tommy moans into you letting delicious vibrations pulse through you, and that sends you over the edge again.

you thrust and writhe and rut against them both, and tommy shows you mercy this time, drawing back and letting you get a little relief from the overwhelm of sensation instead of keeping his mouth on you.

you need a moment to catch your breath, and both joel and tommy rub soothing circles into your skin, joel's hands on your hips and tommy's on your thighs, and it feels exquisite.

"that's it, sweetheart, that's it-" joel soothes, and though your breathing's evened out, you know your thighs are still shaking.

tommy's licking up the arousal from between your thighs as if cleaning you off, and he looks up at you with almost dopey, half-lidded eyes, grinning.

"you taste like heaven, honey," he says, and he looks almost as fucked out as you feel. all this from eating pussy, you wonder, and that's another point in the favor of tommy miller being a man who likes to take care of fine things.

"i think i'm gettin' jealous now," joel teases, "i might need a taste, too."

without another word, tommy kisses you deeply and you taste yourself on his tongue. joel tilts your head back to meet him, and he kisses the taste from your mouth, groaning as he does it.

the sounds they're both making are so fucking hot, you love how they emote. there's nothing as unsexy as getting fucked by someone who stays absolutely silent throughout, and hearing them as pathetic as you feel works you up even more.

"what do you need, sweetheart," joel asks, and he's running a finger along your swollen folds now, teasing and torturous.

"you want us to fuck your pussy and your mouth," he asks, and moves to stroke a finger along your cheek, "you wanna have a big cock on either end of ya?"

you shake your head and joel raises his eyebrows.

"tell us what you want, baby," tommy says, and joel drags his fingers back along your pussy before tentatively using his forefinger to circle your asshole.

"please, joel-" you realise you're begging and it draws a laugh from tommy.

"you're a naughty girl, aren't you?" tommy asks, and the way he's grinning tells you that he wouldn't want it any other way.

"wanna feel full of you, both of you-" you whine.

"you gotta tell us, else we won't know what you want," joel says. from his tone of voice, it's clear he knows exactly what you want, but you need to beg for it.

"my pussy. and my ass. wanna ride both of you, feel both of you, get fucked by both of you-"

"jesus christ," tommy moans, "i bet we can make that happen, huh, big brother?"

you turn around to look at joel and his pupils are so blown, his eyes look black.

"bedroom." joel says, and it isn't a request.

tommy scoops you up in his arms and follows joel to his bedroom.

"drop her right here," joel says to tommy, and you're deposited on the edge of the bed, joel kneeling on the floor in front of you.

"looks so pretty for us," tommy says, and he sits down in an armchair near the foot of the bed and starts stroking his aching cock.

you'd been so fucked out already, you almost forgot you'd done almost nothing to take care of them. tommy's cock looks almost red and angry, and joel's is still tucked into his boxers, but the damp spot is spreading and it looks so thick through the fabric.

"let's get you ready for us, sweetheart," joel says, and without any more warning, he hooks his hands under your knees and pulls you up, legs spread, knees hanging over his shoulders. "i'm gonna eat this cute lil asshole, baby," he says and spits on your tight hole before rubbing his thumb gently against it, spreading the saliva.

he teases you with his tongue a little, testing it before pressing it flat and licking along it. you moan, and he growls against you.

you learn very quickly that joel miller is an ass man.

he eats ass like he was made for it, growling into you, spit dripping down his chest as he keeps your legs propped up on his shoulders, your thighs held in place with one arm. you're gasping through your moans and joel is drawing circles around your hole now, popping a finger into his mouth, and tentatively pressing it into the tight ring of muscle. it's fucking animalistic and you don't think anything could possibly make this better, until you notice the moans coming from tommy and the wet sounds of him furiously fisting his cock.

you're already fucked out from your first orgasms that you're practically boneless and limp, totally relaxed in a way you didn't often get. it made the feeling of joel fucking his fingers into you more glorious, building you up in a way you're not used to.

he makes quick (but thorough) work of opening you up, till he's got three fingers in your asshole and tommy's telling you how beautiful you look through his own choked moans, and you think you might lose your mind as you pant and grind and whine and joel isn't saying anything because his mouth is far too busy.

he pulls back and takes a good look at you. with someone else you might feel uncomfortably exposed but instead, you see hunger and desire in the brothers' and you know this is affecting them at least as much as it is you.

"i think we've got ya ready," joel hums, and he turns to look at his brother, "wanna check?" he asks, and tommy stands up and walks over.

you know you feel loose and ready, but the simple act of tommy popping a finger into your mouth to get it wet and then tracing it around your asshole, examining the preparation, drives you insane.

"i think she'll take it good for us," he grins and your heart flutters, "good girl," he says to you.

"you ready for us?" joel asks, and you nod.

"fuck me," you tell them.

joel lowers you down from his shoulders and tommy lays down on the bed before beckoning you.

"giddy up, cowgirl," he says with a wink, and you roll your eyes but take your cue.

you crawl up the bed, straddling his legs and then hovering over his cock which he's holding aloft.

"you good, baby?" he asks softly, and it's incredibly sweet in a way that makes you want to eat him up alive and also get fucked within an inch of your life by him.

"fuckin great," you tell him, and you pull him into a deep kiss before relaxing yourself over his cock, letting the head press into your pussy and sinking down onto it.

"jesus christ," he chokes out, and he sounds so desperate you can't help but fucking down on him, your ass slapping as you, move, his cock pressing so fucking deep into you and then you feel joel approach you from behind his hands gently running over your asscheeks and you know he's feeling the way your flesh bounces as you get off on his brother's cock. then, his hands are off of you, you hear the squirt of a lube bottle, and suddenly joel's thick lubed tip is pressing against you.

you try to thrust backwards towards it, but almost pull off tommy's cock fully, and it's like you're trying to ride both ends of a dick seesaw.

joel notices your frustration, laughing as you writhe.

"patience," he says, and delivers a sharp smack to your ass that thrusts you deeper onto tommy's cock. then, you can feel joel pressing into you, inch by inch.

once his cock head is fully sheathed in your tight ass, you take a moment to breathe before you start to find a rhythm that'll get all of you off at the same time. it takes a moment, and a few adjustments by all three of you, but before you know it, you can feel tommy brushing against your cervix and joel fully fucking into your asshole, practically rearranging your guts. with each rough thrust, they're fucking into you as one.

you're all moaning, gasping for breath. the slapping of skin against skin is delicious, and you're certain joel's balls are smacking against tommy's and you're not sure if it's weird or the hottest thing you've ever experienced.

you feel so full, you feel so fucking full it's perfect, it's delicious, you wanna be split open like this for the rest of time, want to feel two fat cocks using your holes for their pleasure, for your pleasure, because it all just feels so fucking good.

"fuck," tommy says, and it's the first thing any of you have been able to vocalise for a minute, "i'm gonna-"

"come in me," you tell him, cutting him off and he shudders.

that's all he needed before it hits him and he lets out a deep groan and unloads deep into you. it sets off a chain reaction. you come next, clenching around tommy's cock and exploding with a sob, your entire body shaking uncontrollably, and that tips joel over the edge, too as you whine at him, "come in my ass, joel-" and then he makes a strangled noise and you feel his balls tighten and hips stutter and he's unloading in you, pulse after pulse of thick come.

you lay there, tommy beneath you and joel on top of you, their cocks still twitching inside of you. gently, you tap joel's hip and he grunts and rolls over, pulling out of you. you gingerly pull yourself off of tommy, and then immediately collapse between the two of them.

"well, shit," you say, so totally blissed out you're floating on a whole other level.

"jesus christ," tommy says, and then joel starts laughing and it's the best thing you've ever heard.

"you doin' alright, darlin?" joel asks, "we take good care o' ya?"

you nod, consumed with so much euphoria you can't use your words properly.

"good- good joel," you say, "good tommy," you pat them each on the thighs and joel snorts.

tommy pops off the bed for a moment and rummages around in the other room before coming back to ask, "need a hit?"

you nod and he places the joint between your lips and sparks it. you take a deep inhale and slow blink as you sit yourself up and look at both of them.

"let's clean ya up, darlin," joel says, and, as it turns out, tommy brought a washcloth as well as weed. and he had my priorities straight you think.

"if you want me out of your house," you tell them, "you'd better tell me now so i can call a cab. otherwise, i'm gonna pass out here in the next twelve seconds."

"i won't be here in the morning", joel tells you, "got an early shift, but as i recall, tommy's specialty is box pancakes and they sometimes turn out edible."

tommy playfully slaps at his brother, and then kisses your cheek. joel kisses your cheek, too. tommy cleans you up a little, and you fall contentedly asleep between these two beautiful men.

the last thing you think before you drift off is fuck that promotion, it's not such a bad day after all.

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Best friend! Folio

@darling-millicent-aubrey @alloraiona @english-fucker @pathion @foliosgirl @livingdeceasedgirl

18+ below the cut minors DNI

Best friend folio would definitely drag you along on fishing trips to keep him company. When it's quiet between bites he's pulled you close under the blanket rubbing slow circles on your clit, you know later when he calls it a night he's going to fuck you in the tent as his way of saying thank you for coming with him. Without warning he picks up the pace catching you off guard as a loud moan escaped you causing him to smirk at your reaction, now pulling you in for a sloppy kiss as his fingers entered you to muffle your moans you feel that familiar knot building. Your close and he knows it the way your grinding your hips into his hand tells him all he needs to know, a sudden beeping of the bite alarm pulls you back to earth and folio away from you to start reeling in the fish "sorry babe got a bite!" In that moment all you could think was fuck that fish.

Best friend folio setting up a nice little smoke session for just the two of you after hearing how rough your day at work had been, ever seen your text he's been snack shopping and pre rolling preparing for your evening. You finally arrive at his and are greeted with a big bear hug before leading you to the sofa the coffee table laid out with everything you guys will need, as you both lay there cuddled up joint passing between you both you slowly felt the stress from today melt away. Folio laid there stroking your hair and you couldn't help but smile thinking how did you get so lucky to have such a caring best friend, it was always that boys mission to make you smile and he was pretty damn good at it.

Best friend folio would 100% take any opportunity to make you laugh watching you light up like that always brightens his day, plus he thinks your laugh is just adorable he'd make it your personal ringtone if you let him. Even in the bedroom he will try to make you laugh the way it makes you clench around him puts that boy on cloud nine, thrusting into you while he's making you laugh just gives your boobs that exta bounce that he just loves.

Best friend folio would love it when you ask to go out on his bike with him, you was cruising along with no real destination but that's what made it even better you'd always find the most stunning locations. You watched the world go by arms wrapped round him tight just getting lost in the scenery it was a great way to clear your head, folio had offered plenty of times to help you learn so you could ride together and as much as you loved that idea you'd miss admiring the views. Typically you'd stop by some lake he finds before heading back, but you didn't mind you loved watching him get all excited scoping out a new potential fishing spot.

Best friend folio noticed your gaze fixated on his arms as he was practicing a new drum solo, he just knew your mind was going to some very dirty places. "Hey Y/N can you chuck the towel?" No answer "Earth to Y/N?" He snapped his fingers a few times dragging you out of your fantasy, you felt a blush creep across your face realising you'd been caught but also not having a clue what he just asked you. "Umm I thought it was great.. looked really technical" he laughed before heading over to grab the towel himself wiping away the sweat, you couldn't help but bite your lip as you watched. "Bit distracted are we? Wanna tell me what we was up to or do you wanna act it out? " That's how you ended up bent over his drum stool, the grip he had on your hips was definitely going to leave bruises but you didn't care.

Best friend folio wouldn't admit it but he'd definitely get jealous if other guys were chatting you up at a party, he could tell that they only intended to use you for the night and you just didn't deserve that. He watched this guy like a hawk and just didn't like the vibes he was giving off, so once he left he decides to save you from a night of disappointment. "Hey Y/N this party is a bit lame wanna come back to mine and have a smoke?" Shortly after you both was in a uber on the way to folios the guy that was flirting with you wasn't that interesting anyway, besides he probably couldn't fuck you better than your best friend. Folio definitely made sure it wasn't a disappointing night you started to wonder if come round for a smoke was just code for sex, because here you are getting absolutely railed into next week by your best friend.

Hope you like it! I really enjoyed writing this one so expect some more best friend folio in the future 😉

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Triad Part 5 — Your First Time Together

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

Series Masterlist

A/N: We are getting smutty for the next two parts of this series bc we all know what the mating bond is all about haha.

Warnings: This is pure smut lmaoooo

You decide to have your first time together before accepting the mating bond, wanting it to be special and not lost in the frenzy.

Quite honestly, it’s not the situation that any of you thought you’d end up in. A Triad Bond—those are practically unheard of these days. After sharing a bottle of wine (making sure everyone pours their own glass), just sitting in front of the fire and chatting, your anxiety has calmed down, although that might have more to do with the two males sat on either side of you than the alcohol. You’re cuddled up against Az’s chest with Cassian’s arm draped over the back of the couch and curled around the both of you. The two of them are more comfortable with you as a buffer, and you’re more than happy to give them all the time they need to get used to the idea that this bond is an equilateral triangle, not the letter V.

You squirm in Azriel’s grip until you’re face to face with Cas. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s got his bottom lip pulled behind his teeth.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, leaning in to coax his lip free with a kiss. It’s soft and sweet, and you focus on sending a wave of love through the bond. Azriel echoes your sentiment, his shadows swirling around the three of you like they’re trying to weave you together. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay?” You pull back and wait until he nods.

Azriel’s grip loosens around your waist.

“I can go if you need me to,” he offers, thinking it might be easier for Cassian if things started off in familiar territory.

“No, stay. Please,” Cas whispers. He reaches over and grabs Az’s hand to keep him anchored.

Az settles, closer this time, and brushes a stray hair off Cas’s forehead. The two of you sit there, holding him as close as possible and basking in the soft golden glow of the mating bond.

It takes Cassian a few minutes, but eventually he speaks up.

“I… I want to, it’s just, um,” he pauses to clear his throat. Az squeezes his hand.

“We know,” he says. You can feel Cas’s nerves fighting against the bond, but they’re losing. Curiosity slowly seeps into place instead and he leans in to capture your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that sends heat straight to your core.

All too soon, though, he pulls away and turns his head, bumping noses with Azriel.

“You sure?” Az asks.

“Kiss me, Az,” Cas’s voice is breathy. The words are soft, but the intentions behind them are solid.

Things progress naturally from there. Azriel turns fully so his back is resting against the arm of the sofa and he pulls you in between his legs. Cassian kneels between your legs and captures your lips again while Az scatters featherlight kisses across your shoulder blades. They feel like his shadows.

You slip your hands underneath Cas’s sweater and push it up, letting your fingertips flutter against his muscles, until he breaks away for long enough to pull the blasted thing off and give you full access.

Clothes peel off slowly, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left separating you. Then there are mouths and hands—so many hands!—and you’re squirming in between them, desperate for every bit of friction.

“Bed?” Az asks, when he’s got you writhing on top of him, two fingers pushing inside of you while you pump Cassian’s cock, stroking up his thick length.

You nod into his neck, and when Cas mutters a nearly-incoherent yes, Az winnows the three of you to your bedroom. He throws the you and Cas onto the bed and then tugs Cassian down to the end of the bed until his hips are flush with the edge, and then he slides his hands underneath Cas’s thighs, lifting them up and stripping him bare. Cas curls his toes around the footboard, squirming as cool air surrounds him where it never has before. Mixed with the slickness Az had spread there earlier, it has him gasping for breath.

You help him get situated, propping up his back and neck with pillows, and then drop a kiss to his forehead. His eyes flutter shut and he reaches behind his head to wrap his arm around your waist.

“C’mere, Angel,” he mumbles, pulling you closer. You look up and make eye contact with Az, whose eyes darkened with lust at the sight of his mates getting ready for him. He nods and holds out a hand to help you climb on top of Cas to lower yourself down on his cock.

A barely-audible Fuck tickles your ears as your thighs settle around his. It takes you a few minutes to adjust; Azriel steps forward and wraps an arm around you from behind, rubbing soothing circles beneath your belly button where Cas’s tip strains against your stomach.

When you start moving, slow at first, the tension drains from Cassian’s body. His big hands squeeze your waist, helping you lift yourself up.

Az presses in even closer. You feel the tip of his cock between your cheeks, not quite touching Cassian yet.

“Still okay?” He asks. It’s not so much a word but a feeling that crosses from Cas’s mind into yours and Azriel’s—wet, hot desperation pulsates through the threads connecting the three of you.

You lean down to pull Cassian’s tongue into your mouth as Az slides into place. Cas stills when Az bottoms out, muscles tightening again.

Az reaches around you to lace his fingers with Cas’s and squeezes. The bond hums, raining shimmering gold behind your eyelids. You slide your lips against Cas’s in lazy, languid movements that help keep him calm as he adjusts.

The three of you stay there for what feels like a lifetime, totally still, soaking in the feeling of complete and utter peace that surrounds you.

You never knew you were missing a part of you until, suddenly, it’s there. And then, like an exhale, you fall together, limbs twisting up into one giant knot. Azriel’s chest presses against your back and you turn to bury your face in the crook of Cas’s neck, making room for Az to lean down and suck Cas’s bottom lip on between his teeth as he starts to pump on and out of Cas.

Your hips grind down wanting Cassian deeper, claiming you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” Az growls, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

The pet name has both you and Cas squirming, desperate for more. Pleasure builds quickly just like the sweat between your bodies.

You feel Az’s movements start to quicken even more, his arousal pulsing through the bond. Cassian’s fully incoherent, babbling and moaning, overwhelmed by the feeling of his two mates claiming him.

Azriel reaches around and starts circling your clit with two long fingers. You arch against him and tighten around Cas as Az leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Come for me, honey.”

It hits you instantly and you’re gushing on Cassian’s cock, grinding your hips down to milk every last second of pleasure. Az dips two fingers down to collect your slick and then shoves them in Cas’s mouth.

A strangled groan gets caught in Cas’s throat as he sucks on Az’s fingers. His hips buck up into yours, pounding harder and harder until he can’t possibly hold off any longer and spills himself inside of you.

Cas’s head drops back and you fall onto his chest, seeking out skin to skin contact. Az’s orgasm comes in a minute later; he stills behind you and then snaps his hips back a few times to ride it out.

When he’s done, he collapses on the bed next to you and drops his head onto Cas’s chest. The two of you lay there, curled into each other, with Cas’s strong arms cradling you to keep you in place. You can feel faint waves of pleasure coursing through the bond as you bask in the bright, shiny afterglow.

“Mother above,” he mutters. “What do you think it’ll feel like after we accept the bond?”

You lift your head and make eye contact with Az, knowing that the dark temptress of lust clouding his irises is mirrored in your own eyes.

His hand shoots out to stop you when you try to move.

“We can’t,” he says, choking on the words like it physically hurts to say them. “I have a feeling we’re going to need a good night’s sleep first.” With a groan, you let your head thump back onto Cas’s chest. He’s right, but you don’t have to be happy about it.

Az untangles himself from the embrace and tugs you off of Cassian, ignoring your cries of protest. You collapse on the bed in the divot where Az’s body had just been. “I know, I know, but we need to get you cleaned up.”

He squeezes your hand and then disappears into the bathroom. When he returns, he’s got a mug of water and a damp cloth. First, he hands you the mug and you take a few sips. Then you hold the mug to Cas’s lips and coax him into drinking with sweet murmurs.

Az’s touch is gentle, softer than his shadows, when he swipes the cloth through your folds.

You squirm, overstimulated but not complaining, and Az chuckles.

“So fucking needy,” he tuts, using his free hand to push the stray hairs off your forehead. “I can’t wait to see what you’re like during the frenzy.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead then moves over to Cassian. The general closes his eyes and tips his head back as beautiful red roses bloom on his cheeks. Az is just as soft with a Cas, and a quiet sigh slips out of his lips.

The strangled groan that escapes Az is primal and he has to turn away from you to cool the burning in his veins.

“You two are going to be the death of me, I swear.”

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Hi, I have a college Matt Murdock x Reader request.

You are a virgin and you have your first time with Matt, he is totally loving and careful but then he loses his self control because of the way you feel, his smell and how you taste and gets rougher which you don't mind because it is the best night you have had.

Hi nonnie, I hope you're still around, I've been holding onto this ask for quite a while and just got round to it yesterday!

Anyway, writing this had me absolutely sweating so I hope you enjoy 😅

Tags/warnings: female reader is a virgin, Matt gets a bit carried away but nothing too crazy. E.

W/C: ~3k

Please reblog and feel free to leave comments if you enjoyed, sharing is caring ❤️

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It's a Friday afternoon after classes like any other. Your roommate has gone home to visit her little sister, and that means you've got a whole weekend to yourself. A weekend that you can spend with Matt. 

You'd always manage to find some quiet place to make out, grabbing every opportunity you could to have him hold you and kiss you giddy.

It's all you'd ever done with him so far, all you'd ever done with anyone if you were completely honest, but you were starting to feel like maybe you wanted something more.

You'd both sit on either his or your bed, depending on whose roommate was in or out. Maybe you'd be chatting away telling each other about your day, then there would be a silent moment before he would lean in and gently press his lips to yours. Sometimes he'd warn you, but most of the time he'd catch you unawares excitedly, with light chaste kisses at first, but then his hand would come up to cradle the side of your jaw and loosely caress around your throat as he deepened it and you let his devilish tongue slide against yours.

And oh, when that happened you felt tingling throughout your body, and a dull throbbing ache between your legs, it felt like you were empty. As if something was missing from inside you. You squeeze your thighs together to try to relieve the feeling, your underwear feeling sticky. You moan softly into his mouth as your kisses grow in intensity, becoming more frenzied and sloppy.

Matt pulls away suddenly, both of you panting hard, just mere inches from each other.

"Is something wrong, are you alright? Do you want to stop?" His concern is adorable and you're grateful for it. Your fingers tangle in the hem of his soft t-shirt as you try to process just what it is you want and how to even answer him.

"N-no, I mean, I don't wanna stop… I-" 

Matt tilts his head as he tunes into your heavy breathing, the rapid heartbeat in your chest, and the riotous thrum of blood rushing between your legs. His thumb gently strokes across your cheek.

"Do you... want to do more?" He tentatively asks. You had been seeing each other for just over two months but he was intent on going at your pace. He didn't want to rush you, even though the taste of you on his tongue made him want to explore every inch of you with it.

You cast your eyes down even though he can't see you. "Matt, I… y'know I've never really done anything more. With anyone before." You start to get up from the bed. "I'm sorry, I know you've probably been with loads of girls and I'm just-"

Matt catches hold of your wrist gently. "Hey, that's more than okay. And I don't think I've got quite the reputation you think I have…" he smiles and it calms you. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, I'm more than happy to sit here and just kiss you all day long."

You grin. "I love kissing you Matt, you're so good at it, you don't know how good it makes me feel…"

Matt does but he doesn't let on, just shifts a little closer to you on the bed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "It feels good for me too, you're so… soft."

His lips brush your cheekbone and lay a trail of short kisses towards your mouth where he teasingly licks the tip of his tongue along the seam of your lips making you moan out loud.

"Mm, I love it when you do that." He whispers, and you feel that sensation again although it's far stronger than ever before.

Your breathing is shallow and stuttering as your nerves almost get the better of you. 

"Please Matt, I need you to touch me…"

He nods slowly, kissing you again before his voice drops low and you feel the dampness in your panties growing. "Yeah? Where? Show me what you want, what you like."

You close your eyes, almost embarrassed at how needy you are as you take his hand, slowly guiding him up and under your oversized shirt. As he makes contact with the curve of your breast you both react, Matt smiling softly as you let out a small gasp of pleasure as he cups and strokes you through your bra. The scent of your skin is slowly filling up his senses entirely, the strong and sweet smell of your arousal unmistakeable and unavoidable as he rubs his thumb over your hardening nipple and you scootch even closer to him, clambering onto his lap.

As he embraces you and you kiss each other again, your hips start to move of their own accord. You can't help yourself, rubbing yourself firmly against his thigh over and over, chasing the addictive feeling it brings to soothe the burning need at your core. You pant into the crook of his neck as he continues fondling your chest. Matt catches his fingers under your chin, tipping up your face towards his and desperately licking into your mouth. You whimper in frustration, squeezing your thighs around his as you try to chase a feeling of release that seems to be getting further and further away from you.

"Matt please… please."

He shushes you gently, his hands coming to rest lightly on your hips. "Hey it's okay, I'm here. Just tell me what you need."

You open your eyes and finally see the flush of pink dusting his cheeks, the way his lips look so full and biteable from all the kissing you've been doing. You shift in his lap and then apologise as he appears to hiss in discomfort. It's only then that you feel and see the way his cock is hard and straining against his pants. Your hand instinctively moves to palm over it and he lets out a shuddering breath as you stroke him.

"Oh…" is all you can say, the aching emptiness inside unbearable, the slick wetness between your legs growing stronger.

"F-fuck-, sweetheart…" Matt gasps out, rocking his pelvis up into your touch. 

"Matt, I want you to…" as you squeeze your fingers around his covered length he feels so big, and you've never had anything other than a small vibrator inside of you. "I want you to be my first."

Matt's dazed by you but his head is clear enough to be mindful about what this means.

"Sweetie, there's nothing I want more, but only if you're absolutely sure. I don't want to make you feel like you have to do anything you want to." 

"I do want to, I'm sure." You hesitate. "Does it hurt? I've heard sometimes it can hurt, and it's just… you're so big, and I don't know if it will fit."

Matt kisses you softly. "If it hurts, you're doing it wrong. Don't worry, I know you're nervous, I am too. We'll take it real slow."

"Y-you're nervous? Why?" 

"Because I want you to have the best time, I want to make sure you feel good!"

You wrap your arms around him in a hug. "I trust you Matty."

Matt smiles and kisses your cheek as he tugs gently at your shirt. "Can I take this off?" 

You nod and raise your arms as he carefully pulls it up and over your head, and then peels his own shirt off before dipping down to pepper kisses along your collarbone and the warm plush skin of your breasts.

You hum with growing excitement, your hands reaching for him and exploring over the dark hair on his chest, following the tempting trail down his belly to the waistband of his jeans. 

"Can I?" You ask, fingertips tapping at his belt buckle. He nods and gets up to undo it, but first he fishes his wallet from his pocket, taking out a foil wrapper and putting it to one side before he pushes his jeans and socks off leaving him in black boxer shorts. You reach behind you to unhook your bra, dropping it on the floor and then shimmying out of your own pants before you sit back on the bed. 

You take a steadying breath. "Okay, I think I'm ready."

Matt smiles as he leans towards you, catching your upper lip between his as his hand skims up along your side. He guides you to lay back on your bed, and you shiver and moan as he sucks and kisses at a spot just under your ear that seems to connect directly to your pussy.

Your hands fumble for him, roaming experimentally over his body, sliding down to feel and grab his perfect ass as he encourages you to hike your knees up and spread your legs wide. You jolt at first at the sensitive touch of his fingertips along your inner thigh, but then you feel that throbbing urge return as he teases his way ever closer to your panties. 

"Oh, Matt…"

He listens in to your thrumming pulse again, checking that you're comfortable before he amps his teasing up a notch, stroking a finger down the middle of your clothed pussy with a featherlight touch.

Your legs shake and you fight to not clamp them together. It's the first time a guy has ever seen you in your underwear nevermind touched you like this and you feel so exposed, but Matt is taking his time just like he promised and the soft, sure movement of his fingers on your most sensitive parts has you yearning for more.

Matt can sense the fresh flood of arousal leaking from you and has to rub his palm down over his angry cock trying to stave off the primal urge to push inside you right now. He presses his fingers more firmly against your mound, running his fingers up and down until you're soaked through and begging for more.

He tugs gently at the elastic of your underwear as he asks you if he can take them off and you nod so vigorously it makes you dizzy.

"Just try to relax, any time you feel uncomfortable or you want to stop please tell me, okay?"

"Yes Matty, I will." You watch and feel his hand sliding up your inner thigh and then he's touching your bare pussy lips, easing his fingers between them to where you feel slippery and slick.

"So wet…" His low almost growling tone sets you on fire.

"Ohh, oh…" your head tilts back and you can't help your eyes close as Matt slowly draws his fingers over you, gathering up your arousal and spreading it messily all over. 

"Is this okay?" He asks, and you answer with a long, high moan. His fingers feel so much better than your own, and if that's just his fingers, what must his cock feel like? Your body jumps like you've touched a live wire when the pad of his forefinger moves to glide over the small bundle of nerves at the apex of your pussy. This was what you needed, direct stimulation to your clit. 

Matt hums and chuckles as you lift your hips up to chase his touch. 

"Feels good?"

You laugh and moan at the same time. "Matt, you don't know, oh wow you don't know!"

He continues to rub slow circles around your throbbing bud and you arch off the bed again with a gasp.

"Mm, I think I can imagine." He positions himself over you on all fours and you feel him sliding his finger lower and lower, tentatively pressing near your entrance. You gasp, biting your lip and unable to stop trembling at the anticipation. His lips brush the skin of your neck again and he tugs at your earlobe, his voice pouring into you like honey.

"You're so beautiful sweetheart, so sexy, I want to make you feel amazing… can I fuck you with my fingers? Will you let me do that, pretty girl?"

Your legs fall open wider at his filthy praise and he takes the invitation to slowly and gently push a finger inside your warmth. Your breath comes out in a stutter and you pull him closer, as he starts to slowly fuck you with it, eventually adding another as you begin to relax more. You blush at the sound it makes, the slick squelching as he slides his fingers in and out and you start to clench around them. His dick throbs, leaking into the fabric of his boxers. "Baby, that's it, such a good girl you're doing so well. Do you think you're ready for me?"

When he withdraws his fingers you scrabble at the waistband of his underwear in answer, urging him to take them off. You just want him, need him, need to feel him inside you completely. "Please!"

The way you beg for him is like a red rag to a bull. When he pulls his boxers off and his cock springs up slapping against his stomach you reach for him. He could almost cum like this as you wrap your warm, delicate fingers around his length feeling the soft, velvety skin for the first time.

He feels around on the bed for the condom wrapper and carefully rips it open. You watch as he checks it's the right way before rolling it on, mesmerised as he takes himself in his hand, pumping his cock a few times before he positions himself over you again. He slides the tip between your folds, coating it in your lubricant before lining up and starting to press in slowly.

His full lips meet yours, sharing breath as you open for him. It feels like you're being stretched impossibly wide as he nudges the thick head of his cock barely inside. You're holding your breath, he can't fit, he can't possibly-

You're so tight and hot and the halted whimper that you make has Matt twitching with arousal, but he pauses.

"You okay?" 

You nod wide eyed, trying your best to relax, torn between the need to feel full of him and the uncertainty. Matt's got you though, caressing your body, slipping his hand down between you to circle your clit again. The focused touch pulls your mind away from the initial discomfort and you very quickly find your body relaxing and you cry out at the sensation as he pushes into you.

"That's my good girl," he purrs, as slowly, inch by thick inch his gorgeous cock is buried entirely within you. You think nothing could feel better until he asks if you're ready for him to move and then the slow drag of him against your inner walls has you howling.

You can feel him grinning into your skin, murmuring endless encouragement, compliments and praise as he moves slow and steady with you. He urges you to lift up your legs to wrap around his hips, and the change in angle punches an ecstatic cry from you as his cock hits somewhere deep inside that you've never felt before. 

You're driving Matt crazy. You're literally all around him, he's drowning in your delicious scent, his ears burning as you sound so innocent and pure with the desperate little moans he pushes from you. And the feel of you? It's almost too much. If he's honest he's struggling to hold himself back, you're so plush, soft, tight and wet…

He can't take it, he needs to let the devil out.

"Sweetheart, god you feel so good. Can I go f-faster?" 

The please god let me fuck you till you scream is left unspoken.

You hold him closer in your arms feeling his full body shiver as your pussy squeezes around him. "Uhuh, yes!"

At your affirmation he's a caged beast set free. He suddenly snaps his hips, thrusting in and out of you hard and fast. Matt's losing all his restraint, he can't help himself between the sinful sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, the rhythmic creaking of your dorm room bed and your short breathless gasps…

"Matty, oh god…" 

You can feel it coming, the knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter. He feels it too, driving deep into you chasing after it like he might never feel this way again, his fingers reaching between you once more this time sloppy and imprecise. It doesn't matter, your eyes almost roll back in your skull, your silken walls start to flutter around him.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"Matt! Oh Matt it feels so good- I-I think I'm gonna come!"

"Fuck, come for me sweetheart, let me feel you… oh god please- fucking come for me now!"

He ruts into you desperately with fast, shallow strokes feeling your cunt almost strangle his cock as you fall apart around him. Your mouth drops open as you reach your peak, crying out as Matt groans long and low, filling the condom with his spend at the same moment. His hips stutter then slow, your own orgasm continuing to draw gorgeous moans from your pretty lips as your aftershocks keep on milking him for all he has.

You feel like you've been dunked in a huge tank of warm honey. Your bones have melted. Your brain has melted. You can't think, can't talk.

Breathless and sated, Matt's careful but you still yelp when he pulls out. He blearily ties off the condom and collapses down next to you, reaching for your face and kissing your cheek sweetly as you both fight to get your breathing under control again.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry sweetheart, you just felt so damn good I just couldn't- oh god please forgive me…I didn't mean to-"

You rake your fingers through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands out of his face. 

"Oh Matt, why on earth are you apologising?! That… that was amazing! I've never felt that way before, it was so- oh god, I don't even know how to describe it!"

You laugh and he smiles, relieved, starting to laugh with you as you hold him close still buzzing from your lovemaking.

"So… do you think you might want to do it again sometime?" Matt smirks at you and you nod with a contented sigh.

"Hmm, I think I just might!"

[ametistacollinsworld]

✬Yandere! J x Fem! Worker drone reader✬

My 65 request! This is short but I hope it's good!

▄︻デ══━一💥 ⭒ 💥 ⭒ 💥 ⭒ 💥 ⭒ 💥

Well, where should we start? Let's see… you were a normal worker drone girl, just living your life in the colony carefree with your family, carefree as much as possible of course… you tried not to think about the disappearance of your classmates trying to keep yourself healthy, even if mental health for drones was complex to say the least.

You never considered yourself a popular girl, just chatting with your classmates or playing some new game your father got for you in your spare time, but apparently you attracted more attention than you could imagine from your peers… and we can say that a certain newly obsessed female Murder drone was less than pleased with this information as she angrily watched your colleagues who admired you from afar. We can say that she started to form a plan in her sick robotic mind to have you all to herself.

○●○{ A few days later }○●○

In this current moment you were now inside your room, dressed in your favorite (color) loose pajamas and lying face down on your bed while gently swinging your legs making your homework while humming your favorite song… until you hear a feminine scream coming from the living room…

You quickly put on your slippers in a hurry, running out of your room, heading to the living room with worry on your face.

"Mom? Mom, are you okay?-" You called out to your mother with a worried tone, feeling your eyes widen and your body lock in place at the sight in front of you…

Your father had his head decapitated and his body spread across the floor, completely torn to pieces… while your mother was being pressed to the ground and being consumed furiously by a Murder drone.

You felt the female Murder drone's deep gaze on you, which brought you back to your senses, wanting to run away as quickly as possible and get help.

"(Y/n)- Get away from here quickly! Y-You… were the best daughter anyone could have had…" Your mother spoke in a hurried, desperate tone, coughing oil like crazy, trying to hold the Murder drone for you to have a chance to escape, which you did, starting to run towards the exit door of your house, hearing a loud noise followed by maniacal laughter behind you.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞~" J said with a sweet tone low to herself and giggling.

When you were almost at the exit, you felt something grab your pajama top, which made you slip and start falling back with a scream, soon being picked up bridal style by someone, or rather… her.

"How good it feels to finally have you close to me… for me, just for me~ You're so adorable (Y/n)~" The female Murder drone spoke in a sweet, sickly, happy tone, stroking your hair (color) and cheek as you stood frozen in pure terror.

"Who are you… and what do you want from me?" You asked with a tearful tone feeling the situation finally getting to you completely… you had lost your father, your mother and now you were in the arms of a Murder drone who was probably just playing with you before killing you with no kind of remorse where no one could see or help you.

"Awwn… you're so cute when you're scared (Y/n), a truly curious and adorable girl…" She said with a fawning tone, giving you a big smile and bringing her face close to the side of your face.

"My name is J… and all I want… is you just for me (Y/n)~" J spoke in a low tone, almost purring like a contented cat, placing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

"Sweet dreams (Y/n)~" J said before making you black out in her arms and giggle, giving you a big toothy smile.

I hope you like vampires…

[darkeralmond]

Attention

Seamus Casey x fem! Reader

synopsis: seamus hasn’t been giving you the attention you’ve been craving all night, so you get a mischievous idea

warnings: 18+, smut, eating out, slight dirty talk, swearing

word count: 959

a/n: posting lil smuts is probs gonna be my best bet.

masterlist | request info

You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, fixing up your slightly messy hair. The bass from the loud party mix blared over the speaker, causing the whole house to shake. You had noticed that Seamus wasn’t paying much attention to you all night and it was starting to get irritating.

However, you had a master plan to get his attention rolled up your sleeve like you always did. You slipped out of your panties and stuffed them in your small purse before unlocking the bathroom door and heading out.

You weaved through the crowd as you made your way to the kitchen where all the hockey boys were. Your eyes immediately landed on your boyfriend as he chatted it up with Luca, Nolan, Jacob, and Gavin.

You tapped on his shoulder and he barely glanced back at you. “Yeah, wassup babe?” He clearly wasn't engaged like you wanted him too, he was too distracted by his buddies to care.

You leaned in close to his ear and spoke in a moderately loud voice. “I’m wearing no panties right now.” You then flashed him the red panties which you had just taken off.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked down at you. He gasped, “Y/N!” His eyes widened as he snatched them out of your hand, balling the vibrant red fabric up in his hand to hide it from his friends. His cheeks were just as red as the panties.

“You alright, Seamus?” Luca asked as his head cocked to the side.

He looked over at him with a nervous, flustered smile. “Uh, yeah! Just give me a minute.” He placed his drink down on the counter before he grasped your wrist and dragged you away.

He led you up the stairs into his room where he shut the door and locked it. “Y/N!” he repeated, only this time his voice held more concern. “Why?”

You frowned, “Isn’t it obvious that I’ve been trying to get your attention all night! It’s like since we started dating, I’ve become invisible to you.”

He sighed as he approached you. “Baby, that’s not how it is at all.” He tossed your panties to the side before bringing his hands up to your face. “You don’t need to do stuff like this to get my attention. You’re everything to me… and I’m going to prove it.”

“How so?” you teased, knowing damn well what he meant.

He chuckled before meshing his lips with yours. You tilted your head to the side to gain better access to his beer flavored lips. Your fingers tasseled in his brunette locks while his hands ran down your back. His tongue pushed between your parted lips and danced with yours passionately.

You pulled away from him to catch your breath, his face only inches from yours. You could smell the alcohol as his warm breath tickled against your flushed skin. “Lay down on your back,” he muttered.

You did as he asked and laid down on the bed. He got down on his knees near the edge of the bed and pulled you closer to him by your waist.

He stuck his head between your thighs, his face becoming hidden underneath the skirt of your dress.

He then dipped his tongue between your folds. You let in a long inhale before fluttering your eyes close. He flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit before moving his tongue in a circular motion slowly.

You let out a shaky exhale before muttering under your breath, “Oh, fuck.”

He locked his lips around your clit before sucking gently. Waves of pleasure shocked through your body as you let out a small whimper.

He stopped sucking for a moment. You felt the vibrations run through the soles of your feet and shivered. “Seamus?” you breathed.

He didn’t respond and continued his slow stroking motions against your pussy. “Seamus, please,” you begged.

He didn’t say anything. This only fueled your desire further. You grabbed onto his dark curls and tugged slightly. He grunted and moved his tongue faster, hitting the exact spot you were craving.

You bit your lower lip and arched your back as you cried out, “Fuck, oh god Seamus. I need- I need this!”

He paused momentarily, lifting his head from beneath your skirt. He glanced up at you before flipping your skirt up then continued his ministrations. He sucked harder, hitting the spot that sent electric pulses throughout your body.

A soft moan escaped your lips as your hips bucked upwards against his mouth. Your grip tightened on his hair as you ground against him. “Please. I want it so bad. Fuck,” you whined as another wave of euphoria washed over you. “Fuck, oh God,” you panted as another wave hit you.

You tried to speak, to ask if he would hurry up, but couldn't form the words through your panting breaths. All you could do was lay there in his bed and take it like an animal in heat.

You were getting close, so close. You squeezed your legs together tightly in hope it would make you come faster. A low growl erupted from your throat, signaling the change in pace.

You arched your back, pushing your pelvis up against the length of his tongue. The feel of your juices coated his face.

You let loose a cry when you came. “Oh my god,” you breathed as you collapsed back onto the mattress.

He pulled away from your legs and you met his gaze once again. You saw his messy face and ruffled hair, causing your face to flush with heat. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!”

He chuckled, “Shhh. Don’t apologize. This just lets me know I can do you right.”

[softestqueeen]

let me teach you pt.2

pairing: Steve Rogers x afab!reader x Bucky Barnes

summary: You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! smut, p in v sex, blow jobs, multiple orgasms, semi public sex, office sex, unprotected sex, breeding, threesome, mmf threesome, manhandling, slight size kink, captain kink, fingering (f receiving), no aftercare

wordcount: 2006 words

a/n: As promised, here is the part 2 of ‘let me teach you’! Enjoy <3

Part 1

But soon enough their touches were not as innocent anymore. Bucky’s hand got suspiciously close to your core and Steve let the hand that he laid over your shoulders, slowly wander to your breasts.

When you realised where this was going, you removed their hands from your body and turned around, so you were practically laying on top of Bucky.

You looked into his eyes and started to kiss him. Before it got too heated though, you pulled away.

You thought to yourself “do I really want to have a threesome at my workplace? Even in my office one of my colleagues could want something or just walk in for a chat”, but when the next moment Steve started kissing you, all your common sense was chucked out of the window.

Since you were still sitting on Bucky lap you could feel his dick getting harder underneath you. He gripped your waist and started kissing your neck as he pressed your cunt against his errection. You moaned into Steves mouth and gripped his hair.

You pulled away from them and got up to catch your breath. The short break gave you time to calculate your next move.

The two men looked at you, slightly panting, still sitting on the couch, anticipating what you’re going to do.

You locked eyes with Steve, and he gave you one of his knee-weakening smiles. You went to stand between his spread legs, his thick thighs straining the fabric of his jeans.

You got on your knees in front of him and looked up at him through your lashes. With an innocent smile you palmed his erection through his trousers, earning a needy whine from him. You started to unfasten his belt while he gathered your hair in his hand, making a makeshift ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way.

You freed his already painfully hard errection from his boxers and gave him a few lazy strokes before licking a stripe from his base to his tip. You could hear his breath getting laboured and when you took his head into your mouth and sucked on it he moaned loudly.

Unfortunately you couldn’t be as loud as you wanted, in fear of someone hearing the three of you, so you pulled off of him and turned to Bucky, “Could you please shut him up?”, you told him before adding with a wink, “Can’t have anyone catch us now, can we, Stevie?”

At the mention of someone catching or even seeing the three of you, a drop of precum escaped the blonds slit.

You made eye contact with him, leaned down, and licked up the drop. You pulled away for a second before taking him again, this time deeper, using your tongue to trace the veins on his cock.

Before he could moan again, Bucky cover the blondes’ lips with his own and caught all the moans that could escaped him.

With every bob of your head, you took him a bit deeper, until your nose hit his pelvis and his head the back of your throat. You started to suck on him while going up and down his cock, his thick length throbbing inside of your mouth and hitting the back of your throat.

You could feel him holding your head in place and starting to thrust into your mouth. You let him have his moment of power and moved your tongue over him while he fucked your face.

You could feel him getting closer, his hips starting to stutter and his thick cock twitching in your mouth.

Lifting your hands from your thighs you placed them on his, holding him down and taking over.

You started to deep throat him again, sucking on him and using your tongue to trace his veins. You took away one of your hands and the moment you started to fondle his balls, you could feel him twitching and releasing inside of you, cumming down your throat.

You kept on sucking him off, wanting his high to last, but became slower and slower until you finally pulled off your now panting boyfriend.

When you pulled off him, you could see your red lipstick smeared onto his thick length, now mixes with your spit and traces of his cum.

Just now you noticed how wet you were. Your panties were absolutely soaked, and you were glad you didn’t wear trousers today, because you could have tossed them in the trash now. Instead, you chose to wear a cute skirt today.

You were still kneeling on the floor, so Bucky bent down and pulled you up by the waist. He bent you over the armrest of the couch, so your ass was stuck up in the air and presented to him.

Now you were really glad that there wasn’t a strict dresscode at your university because it allowed the brunette easy access to your pussy, where you needed him the most.

He made quick work of your tights by ripped them, before looking at your now exposed (and completely soaked) panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, princess!”, he almost huffed before slowly stroking over your clothed cunt.

You let out an airy moan before slowly starting to lean into his touch. But, unfortunately for you, he pulled away from you.

Before you could complain though, he pulled you panties to the side and inserted two of his metal fingers with ease, your wetness being the perfect lube.

You had to press on of your hands onto your mouth to stop an embarrassingly loud moan from escaping your mouth at the feel of his cold fingers pressing into your pussy.

Bucky kept on fucking you with his fingers, slowly adding two more. You were already close, clenching down onto his hands, when he pulled out of you.

You could hear the clink of a belt being unfastened and the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

You let go of your mouth and whined impatiently, but quickly had to cover your mouth again when you felt Bucky pulling your panties aside again and his fat tip entering your tight pussy.

He didn’t waste anytime and immediately filled you to the brim with his cock. Even after he prepared you with his fingers, he felt so big inside of you.

After he gave you a moment to adjust to his size, he almost pulled out completely before thrusting into you again, building up a slow but deep rhythm.

Even though you tried your best to stay quiet it was getting harder and harder, the more he sped up.

Steve was already hard again from the sight of his two lovers fucking. Damn that super solder stamina, he thought.

But he noticed your struggle and got in front of you. You looked up at him, almost cumming at the sight of him fully dressed, head slightly tilted back, cock out, your red lipstick still evident on his length, red, flushed and stroking it.

He locked eyes with you and sent you a smile.

“Wanna finish what you started, princess?”, Steve asked in a teasing voice before demanding, “Clean your Captains cock.” You just nodded, opening your mouth, and letting your tongue hang out, not trusting yourself to form any words, let alone a sentence. Bucky was still ramming into you, getting faster and sending you forwards with every harsh thrust of his hips.

He went to grab the back of your head for the second time that day and slowly inserted himself. Before you got the chance to get used to his inhuman size, he started to thrust into your mouth, fucking your face in earnest, matching Bucky’s rhythm.

Every time one of their cocks pulled out of you, the other thrust back in.

Bucky leaned forward and started kissing your neck. You could feel his hot breath next to your ear, the sensation making a shiver roll down your spine and new wetness rush to your pussy.

Bucky let out a moan, that he quickly tried to muffle by biting into the exposed flesh of your shoulder, when you clenched around him.

Though that resulted into you moaning around Steve’s length, which then made Steve groan.

With every thrust Bucky pushed you onto Steve’s cock and the feeling of your warm mouth around him and the drool he could feel trickling down his balls made his second release come faster than he wanted to admit.

When you felt him gripping your hair harder and his thrust becoming uneven, you sucked him harder and started to move your head over his length, meeting his thrusts.

When Steve felt you moan against his cock again, it was over. He clasped his hand in front of his mouth, muffling the loud moan that threatened to escape his mouth, his other hand pressing you onto his cock, while he shot thick ropes of his cum down your throat.

The sensations became too much for you. Bucky still relentlessly thrusting into you, his hot breathing next to your ear, Steve holding you down onto his length while he came down your throat, it was just too much!

With a shout around Steve’s still leaking cock, you came, clenching around Bucky who bit into your shoulder again, but didn’t halter his thrusts.

After Steve pulled out of you, Bucky let go of your shoulder and leaned back. He pulled out off you, earning a whine, before flipping you over and swiftly entering you again.

Before he started to fuck you though, he lifted you up by grabbing your waist, his cock still snugly nested into your pussy.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against him, and started kissing whatever you could reach. You kissed his shoulder, his neck, his face.

He sat you onto your desk, your hips on the edge, before he loosened his grip on your waist to gently press your body down on the table. You loved it when one of them manhandled you like this, it always reminded you of their strength when they easily moved your around like you were a bag of feathers.

He slowly started to thrust into you again, picking up his earlier pace in no time.

Your legs were on either side of his waist hand he had a bruising grip on the base of your thighs, where thigh meets ass.

He suddenly let go of your thighs but reaching underneath them so your legs where over his arms, before gripping your waist again.

“Lift those pretty hips for me, love. You’re doing so good for me, our pretty girl”, Bucky told you while filling you over and over again with his fat cock.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, the heat in your belly starting to feel like a fire, as he grabbed your waist even harder for better leverage.

At this point, only your head and shoulders touched your desk and by the way the brunette’s thrusts became sloppy, you knew he was close too.

The new angle made you see stars and you fell over the edge.

Bucky was quick enough to cover your lips with his, muffling your screams of ecstasy and his own groans, with a hypnotising kiss.

You could feel him shooting ropes of his cum into you, filling you up impossibly more.

When you both came down from your highs, he pulled out of you and placed your legs back on the floor. He pulled down your skirt again and combed his fingers through your now tussled hair.

As you stood upright again, you could feel his cum drip into your underwear, now definitely ruining your panties.

After the you decided that you all looked presentable enough to leave, you packed up your things while trying to calm your heartrate.   “Well, if this is how we always end up when you visit me at work, feel free to visit me at any time”, you said with a wink, making the three of you laugh before you left the room, eager to go home.

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Our Society At Cranford (William Buxton x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: As Miss Matty's companion, you struggle to gain the attention of the handsome young Mr. Buxton. It appears you need a little help from the ladies of Cranford...

A/N: Not my best or most edited work. No stakes (unless you count marriage for women in the 1840's as stakes which back then it was) and only vibes. But I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Technically none other than some angst and attempts at Victorian-era accuracy. But then nothing but fluff and vibes. If I miss anything, let me know!

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You were infatuated with him since the day his dog ran into the church and urinated on the altar.

That morning, you thought you heard the sound of tapping paws and opened your eyes to see a little dog in the church. Everyone was dipping their heads down in prayer. Oblivious to a little mischief. It was everything in you not to laugh at the little dog. 

But the little dog ran right in like he owned the place, running and excited to be about. The prayer droned on, repeating the same phrases everyone said every Sunday.

In your reticule was a plain biscuit you saved from Sunday school. Slipping it out, you knelt, waving the treat to the dog. Daring not to speak to alert anyone.

The dog trotted forward and ate it, then you scooped him up into your arms. You held onto him, even though he struggled. If he got out he could run into the wilderness where all sorts of nasty ends were waiting for him. Once Mrs. Forrester’s cow was found stuck in the mud for hours and nearly died! Now the bovine was kept to wearing, for lack of a better word, pajamas all hours of the day to keep warm.

As your family opened their eyes next to you, they gasped. People smelled the urine and heads turned towards you. Surprised to see the little thing in your arm. Heads did turn and Reverend Hutton had to wave everyone’s attention back to the service.

But the scruffy white and brown dog settled and calmed down after a while. If you stroked his front legs and chest gently, he would become calm and sleepy like a charm. 

As soon as it ended, you hurried outside. The dog began barking and wiggling. The widows and spinsters of Cranford you had befriended- Mrs. Forrester, Miss Pole, and your favorite, sweet Miss Matty all gathered around. They chatted about Reverend Hutton. Their chins up and talking as fast as clucking hens. All wondering about the dog’s urine and the shock.

“The altar cloth was made by Miss Matty’s mother! We shall have to find an apothecary or-”

“Napoleon! Where are you- I’m so sorry to interrupt ladies and reverend!”

All of you turned. The women kept silent. You were struck silent.

A young man entered as handsome as a prince in a fairy tale. Tall and lean. He had beautiful curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a rich baritone voice that halted your every thought. 

“Master William Buxton!” whispered Miss Pole.

“I think we ought not to call him master now…” Mrs. Forrester replied you noted the flirtatious shift in her tone. “He’s so much…broader than when we saw him last.”

You noted he had broad shoulders indeed, and he was well fit beneath his waistcoat. It made you feel even warmer beneath your sun and your bonnet.

You and the ladies dipped into a curtsy and he a bow.

“I believe that is my dog, he escaped the house an hour ago and we’ve been searching for him ever since!” he explained.

You walked forward.

“Oh, thank you, Miss?” he asked.

You gave him your name, though your voice felt half of itself. “I…I only wanted him to be safe and not get hurt if he ran out.”

“That is much kind of you, miss! Could I have him?”

Walking over, you handed the dog to him. As the weight shifted, you felt his arms and hands brush against yours and as silly as it was, it nearly knocked your breath away. Young men here were few and far between to where one considered Cranford a city of Amazons. But here he could be something of a Hercules in the flesh.

“Oh, I am sorry! He is a bad dog!” he apologized again.

“Here you go” you offered.

“William Buxton!” Miss Matty gasped as she went forward and shook his hands. He grinned at her, greeting his old friend.

“We are so sorry to hear of your mother’s passing, but we are glad you could be here!” she continued. 

“I am only here to open up the house, and attend to this bad dog,” he scolded, holding him up. Napoleon only smiled and panted in response.

“Well, we are glad you are here,” you replied.

After curtsies and bows, he scooped the dog up in his arms and continued back home. But you couldn’t help but stare at him, his curls like a halo around him.

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Cranford, though a small town, was filled with all sorts of likable people. If you were feeling lonely, you had to go about and soon would find a friend. And there was no better friend in town than Miss Matty. 

She was the unmarried daughter of the previous rector and lived a life of genteel poverty- acting like she was still a lady who did not need work or seek employment… despite not being anything more than middle class. She was lonely too. Her sister, her maid, and the love of her life all died within two years. In light of this, you offered to be her companion. Not accepting a penny for her for payment. You both were lonely souls needing company, even in the guise of her feeling like a true lady again.

You enjoyed sitting and drinking tea with her. The clock ticking as she chuckled that this was always the time one expected visitors. One had to take a walk about twice a day. Both of you enjoyed looking through the windows of the shops to see what new fashions were arriving- that was the most excitement one got around town when it wasn’t Christmas!

“What do you think of this French style?” you asked, pointing to one illustration of a gown.

“Very impractical, but very pretty!” Miss Matty replied.

“It’d be nice to wear it to one of our dances here…if we had them again…” you sighed.

“I’m sure if the time comes,” she replied. “They are quite fun- there is one around Christmas Eve and another around Easter.”

“Oh, you should go too! Do you still remember the dances!”

“All of them,” she said with a smile. 

Her sister would insist on sitting in the parlor for two hours every day from noon to two to receive any visitors. Sometimes you only sat in a chair doing nothing for two hours. 

But lately, you kept staring at the window. Staring at the door. Hoping, praying…that perhaps Mr. Buxton would arrive again.

You couldn’t help but admire him. He would always tip his hat at you and smile when you passed in the street.

Everything in you was bursting when you saw him. Freezing and burning at once. Part of you wanted to run up to him and blab about anything. The other part of you wanted to run, to hide, to faint, to make yourself away when he was near. It was both at once and it was unbearable.

There was one day, as you took your second walk of the day, that a familiar sight ran forth. A high feather- only one lady in town wore such a high feather in her bonnet.

“Miss Matty! Miss Matty!” cried Miss Pole.

Both of you curtsied.

“Why, what is it?” she asked.

Miss Pole held her chin up and began to speak in a soft, but piercing tone.

“I hear Mr. Buxton plans on keeping his son here for two months, but soon he will be sent to London. Just in time for the season.”

“Oh, the season!” you gasped.

Then…the season…that was for all the well to do…but it meant…

“He wants his son to attend every ball and dinner and gathering he can- he hopes to find a nice girl from a good family who came out! And I hear Mr. Buxton is already writing some letters!”

You nearly dropped the packages in your hands. Shaking, you kept quiet.

“Why then, that is something! I only wish William well- it is not what he wants at all. But he isn’t our little Master Buxton anymore, he is a man and should find those,” replied Miss Matty.

“I can just imagine it. Our Master Buxton! Dancing the polka with some lady in silks fluent in French!” Miss Pole added.

You were silent as you returned. Your head spinning. You took off your bonnet and outer coat to go inside, but you hardly heard your footfall. It was as if the world was entrenched in water and you were just barely rambling it.

Again, you sat down from noon for calls. Miss Matty got out her needlework and sat down. But you could not do anything. Not read. Not sew. Not eat, Not drink. Anything. Your heart hammering in your ears.

After a few minutes, it became clear that no one was going to immediately arrive. Miss Matty set her things down, her gentle eyes over your face.

“Why, what is the matter, my dear?” she asked.

You looked down.

“Nothing, miss,” you replied.

“But look at you- you’re trembling. You seem a little faint even though you’re sitting…is something the matter?” she asked.

“It’s…it’s only something silly… I will get over it. I am resolved..” you said.

“I feel you wish to speak it,” she said. She stepped forward. “I may be just one 

“Whatever do you mean?”

“I….I don’t…” you had to be careful. This was a small town and gossip got around like fire to dry wood. You fidgeted and rubbed your own hands to try to remain calm, looking down at your plaid skirt as you began.

“I only feel like…there are good men out there. And I..should like to someday…someday find a way to love, to be courted, to…to know what that is like…I only hope it should happen someday…”

Perhaps that was rude. Miss Matty wasn’t married. But she only smiled and continued with a soft, compassionate tone.

“That is normal…I remember back in my day how my heart would race when there were gentlemen callers. But there isn’t a rush…and besides, many a woman has been trapped in an unhappy marriage from rushing. And I will tell you…there are worse things in life than being a spinster!”

“Yes, indeed, I agree!” you replied. For it was truly the spinsters and widows who were the ones in charge of the town.

Though, you found yourself looking out the window. Your heart leaped at the sight of a familiar bowler hat and a mop of blonde curls. William Buxton passed by in his coat and gloves. He looked about the town. 

You felt a small gasp in your throat. Behind you, there was the creaking of the floor. The timing was just too perfect.

But he only smiled and tipped his hat and you bowed down in a curtsy in turn. Oh, his smile could make rosebuds bloom! 

Then his head turned towards his path and he continued.

You felt a soft, cold hand touch your shoulder and you flinched.

“Why, what was that!”

You felt yourself tear up. “Miss Matty! It’s nothing! It truly is not!”

“Why, my dear-I see the way you’ve been acting. And now this confirms my suspicions. Do you…love William?” she asked.

Words stammered out of you and a clamminess shook your hands, you could barely form a sentence.

“I…I…let me put the kettle on for some fresh tea!” you insisted.

You turned to leave. Putting the tea kettle onto the stovetop. You merely sat, watching and waiting until steam came out of the spout. But tears were going down your face. Miss Matty followed behind.

“Do you…have feelings for him, Miss Y/L/N?” she asked again.

Looking up, you felt more tears fall down your cheeks, growing hot and tight. Then you folded your hands, reaching one to touch the counter for support. Then putting one to your face you began to cry.

Miss Matty hurried up, giving you one of her handkerchiefs. She embraced you like a daughter and let you sob.

“It’s the talk with Miss Pole today that worried you, wasn’t it?” she asked.

“Yes…yes it was…but Miss Matty…please! I need help! I don’t know who will introduce us or where to see him!”

“Don’t worry…it’s time we took another call onto the Buxtons…” she said.

The next day, your heart raced as you entered that fine house. As you got inside, servants took your bonnets and cloaks.

“Napoleon! Napoleon, come here!” cried a familiar voice.

Looking up, you saw William Buxton tumbling down. But he was undressed to a degree- he had his pants and suspenders and his white blouse open down. You could see his chest lying open. Your heart raced hard and he stopped, looking at you.

“Miss Matty! Miss…Miss Y/L/N! We weren’t expecting visitors!” he gasped.

“Well, we only hoped to surprise you! Miss Y/L/N is my companion and it seems fit we should see each other!” she said.

All of you bowed and curtsied. You tried to keep your eyes as much as you could on his face and not his chest.

“Why then- let me get dressed before Father scolds me. Then I’ll be back!” he said.

He bounded back up. And then you let yourself see more of him. You silently sent a thousand thank yous to Miss Matty.

Sitting down, you had tea and biscuits. And the promises of more meals. There was much talk of the new train station and the mobility it was going to provide for everyone. Of the great spring party that the great Lady of the town threw. Everyone got to see her manor house and be attended to by servants. There would be games and rowboats and every guest was going to be given ice cream- a rare treat. William was excited about that especially.

You paid calls almost every few days, even for at least fifteen minutes. And Miss Matty advised you to dress well. Not that you would ever dress poorly if you knew William would be around.

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Walking down the street the next week, you saw that familiar high feather in her bonnet scurrying down. No doubt it was Miss Pole, hopping about and running like a rabbit. Only she was heading toward you. It was later, Miss Pole scurried down the street.

“Oh, Miss Y/L/N! Miss Y/L/N! There is such excitement! There is a Miss Ermina here and she is showing us how to order all the French styles! Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Well, I-”

You didn’t have time to answer. Miss Pole grabbed your arm.

“Oh, you must hurry! I insist you do!” 

She practically dragged you to her house. There in the kitchen sat a young woman with ivory pale skin and beautiful dark brown hair done up in curls. Her smart jacket and skirts were of fine material, but her eyes warmed as they looked up at you. She introduced herself with a smile as Ermina. Getting out a paper, she helped you and Miss Pole and Mrs. Forester all translate an order down onto paper. You looked through catalogs and showed what you could get and what to not get. Even if you weren’t spending money now, it was good to know!

Though Ermina’s eyes sparkled at you. 

“I don’t believe we’ve ran into each other, are you just moved in town?” you asked.

“I was just finishing school. And yes- with my father and brother here! Well, they aren’t family by blood but they are in my heart!”

“She is Mr. Buxton’s ward, you know!” Miss Pole interjected.

“A ward!” you cried.

She nodded. You felt the blood drain out of you. “Why, the Buxtons are neighbors and friends of ours, I am acquainted with them.”

“Miss Ermina was finishing her education in Brussels. She is also an accomplished piano player!” Mrs. Forester boasted.

Miss Pole leaned in, her eyes having a twinkle in them.

“But Miss Matty was telling us that it is important for ladies to be more varied in their education .”

“I agree!” Ermina said.

“Why, as do I!” you cut in.

Miss Pole continued, laying a hand on your shoulder.

“And as for our Miss Y’LN,- could you show her a little piano, perhaps? Help her in her accomplishments!”

You shook your head. Why, were they just stealthily insulting your piano skills? What was happening? Ermina only kept her sweet smile. 

“I fear I cannot afford lessons,” you said.

“Oh, not at all! I can show you a few simple cords and phrases! Come by, please!” Ermina replied.

Sure enough, you were having lessons at their house. Ermina herself became a dear friend to talk to. She was kind and not arrogant about her station. You found you both agreed on all sorts of matter regarding women, what they should have in their lives, and ways that things should be better, and different. She of course would tell you tips she noticed about fashion and the piano pieces she found moved her to tears. 

Her presence was enough. You felt guilty, having an agenda. But at least if you lost a potential lover, you had gained a friend.

If it meant more of a chance for William to be in your circle, you agreed. You could have sworn, there was something a little different in how he smiled at you.

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Then it came to the garden party with Lady Ludlow’s. It seemed all of the town was about there enjoying themselves as much as they could allow. Her whole yard could have made up half of the town! Her mansion towering above you like a giant about to squash you all. But the locals only chatted and laughed like normal. Some of them, Miss Pole, Mrs. Forrester, and one other were gathering to sit on chairs and rest their “weary” feet. Miss Matty was making her rounds of greetings, leaving you alone.

 Sure enough, there was the promised ice cream. William, to your astonishment, brought you a cup of the dessert.

“Oh, thank you!” you replied. You took the cup from his large, white hand.

“Here you go, what do you think?” he asked.

Out of the corner of your eye, the women emerged from their chairs. They hurried about like a pack of ducks looking for crumbs in the grass.

It was cold, creamy and sweet. Though it was melting in the sun and you were tempted to eat it all at once.

“I…I never had something so delightful!” you cried.

However as you walked about, you realized there were rowboats but they were far limited. One had the Reverend’s daughter, Sophy, and her new husband smiling at each other as if no one else existed. They were already far off.  Mrs. Forrester and Miss Pole claimed one another and fought as they kept rowing, chatting about this and that to echo off to everyone. \\

And there was only a third left. Miss Matty appeared, her own ice cream cup in hand.

“Why- it’s a bright day. And there is nothing as wonderful as a rowboat! Why don’t you two enjoy it- William, do be a gentleman and row for her!” Miss Matty said.

“Oh, I couldn’t!” you shook your head. 

“Come on, it will be fun!” cried William.

He opened his hands and you accepted. You followed him. Stepping into the rowboat, you realize how close you are. 

And you were alone. Nothing but the still, navy blue river twisting around like a ribbon and the rich green trees that rippled their leaves with the breeze.

 You tried not to notice the build of his thighs, his sleeves rolled up, and his smile and cheeks glowing with the exercise. The boat moved and he grinned at you. Handsome as always, if not more.

“You’re not worried you’ll get splashed! Or fall into the water and have to swim!”

“Oh, not at all!”

You smiled at him and he at you.

“I still recall that day you caught Napoleon still. I should call you My Little Catcher.”

“I wouldn’t mind that at all a bit!”

“What’s been occupying your mind?” you asked him quietly.

“The…the…the trains,” he answered.

“Trains?”

“Yes, we are about to open our railway station. I was thinking, all of my life, I never had to work hard. To earn anything. I sat by and others did it. And I was content, but I’m no better than my own dog,” he replied.

You let out a small laugh, smiling at him.

“I would…like to try to make something of myself. Isn’t that silly for a gentleman?”

“Not at all, it’s noble. And one shouldn’t be ashamed of work.”

“I should go to the captain, and ask him for a position as we’re developing it. Then…I should think of myself as lucky, as earning something, and not letting this guilt consume me.”

“You have done nothing wrong. And there is nothing wrong with purpose. It will be a change, it will be hard…but nothing worth having is easy…” you said.

He smiled at you.

“You’re right, my little catcher,” he replied.

You grinned, then looked down for modesty's sake, as well as for your racing heart. Hope glimmering within you.

It seemed too soon when he turned around and asked if it was time to row home. You agreed.

Though he held out your hand, allowing you off. His bare hand bracing your skin- the warmth, the softness. How large they were yet so protective. Something forbidden inside you was tingling as his bare skin brushed your bare skin.

You had to let go, you were glad to let go and be on the grass. It lasted so shortly, yet you felt the world spin. You wanted him, and it both scared and thrilled you.

Soon enough, another woman hurried by. The honorable Mrs. Jamieson approached you two, with her fine dress and holding her Bischon Freise dog who was also donned up in a little blue waistcoat for today. Stifling a laugh, you greeted her. William bowed his head in goodbye and left.

“Why, I must tell you. The assembly hall will be open for spring. And there shall be a dance, will you go? We are all insisting it happens!” She announced.

Blinking fast, you caught your breath.

“Oh…that is fantastic!”

“It will need work…it’s a rather patched up dreary old place…” she clucked. The dog in her arms barked as if he agreed.

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Though, then there was a dance. Just in time for Easter, as promised. You arrived in your new dress, bought with Ermina’s advice in your head. You took a deep breath- Miss Matty being your chaperone. 

“I must tell you we spent weeks all organizing and helping it. I haven’t danced one step and we haven’t danced one step!” Miss Matty said.

“Oh, it’s all paid off! It’s lovely!”

Occupying them, and trading dance cards. But Miss Matty immediately insisted William have the first with you. And he agreed.

Your heart raced. It was a more intimate dance, almost like an embrace. He looked right in your eyes. And you had to look at his. It felt warm. You felt yourself tremble a little in his arms, feeling the warmth of his breath and his eyes, bluer than the sea, the sky on you. How could you dance with anyone else after this? How could you come down to earth?

The chords of the violins finished the phrase- and the song was done. You were still looking at him and he at you.

Glancing down, he saw that his arms were still around you in the position. Hesitantly, he let go and you both bowed, your hand still in his.

But his hand remained there, And his eyes were still on you.  Leaning down, he gave it a kiss that nearly made you gasp. 

“May I have you for the next waltz then, Y/N?” he asked.

Part of you froze and you saw he did too.

He didn’t call you Miss. Not even “Little Catcher.” He called you by your first name.

Handing your card, you smiled at him.

“You may,” you answered.

You turned around to see the ladies of Cranford- Pole, Matty, Forrester, Mrs. Jamieson, and the others, smiling and nodding their heads.

This could not be coincidental. But you could never complain. 

 There would be time to thank them, but for now in a Cranford Ballroom where everyone was easily overheard, you gave them a smile in thanks.

It was next spring there was another happy event.

In the shadow of a church, you looked at William right before the Front door and he at you. He was in as nice a waistcoat as he could now afford for today as an apprentice for a railway. He lowered his hat to look at you and hold his hands in yours. Your own gown was now of white muslin with tiny pink flowers decorated on the blouse, the skirts so light and airy you felt they were made of angel wings. You had worn a bonnet, but one with a long lace veil.

The ceremony was done, and it was time to face the crowd. William cupped your face and kissed you, tasting a little of the sacramental wine and fresh cologne.

From the brightness of his eyes, from his presence- you both had the strength to face anything. 

 is lifting your veil outside the church doors of your bonnet and smiling. He squeezed your hand, and as you walked out, the bells rang over you.

Everyone tossed petals and waved their handkerchiefs, cheering and clapping in celebration, in your shared happiness. Your heart full, you handed your bouquet of roses to Miss Matty and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

She smiled at you and then handed you to William. He wrapped an arm around you and all began to gather. There would be a celebration with cake, a little ice cream, dances, games, and joy until it was time for the short honeymoon his job allowed him, and then a return to the beautiful little town of Cranford and the new phase of your life together as a man and wife. 

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Betrayal

f/n-  fiancé name which I changed to Leo

How long has it been? How long have you been here unable to move, tied, stuck in the same place? When was the last time you had the freedom of dancing..in the moonlight, a smile gracing your face? A stray tear dropped as your breath quickened. the bird chirping you wondered if you would ever get out of the chains that held you back.” is something wrong san lang?” Xie Lian asked watching the ghost lord prepare.” I have to go back” Hua Cheng said taking off his black robes and wearing his crimson red robes. “ oh is something going on” Xie Lian said putting the plate of food in front of you and turning to him. Hua Cheng shakes his head “Are you going anywhere” he asks seeing Xie Lian put his straw hat on “Yes Lin Wen called for me”. They both turned to you before sighing hua cheng came to you before stroking your cheek.

”Don’t try to leave while we are away love” he then took your hand before sliding a braslet in.” this is our way of saying sorry ok” he smiled as the shrank to fit your wrist” Me and Hua Cheng also have it, look” xie lian said as he took hua cheng wrist and his holding it up to show you. They both kiss your cheek before they leave. You sigh as you see them take to different portals leaving you completely alone. You look around beord hoping to find some entertainment. As you look around you find a shining key… no it’s a sword. You smiled as you grabbed it. You looked at before looking at the door. You ran towards the door with the sword in front of you. With a big crash, you landed on one of the branches of an oak tree. Cursing your luck, you force yourself to stand up and ignore the fact your wrist is bleeding. You balance yourself on the tree feeling the sunlight and the wind on your face blowing your hair, and for once you smile happy that you have a sense of freedom. you stayed there not noticing the fact that the sun was setting. It wasn’t until you heard Hua Cheng yell that you got out of your stance and began running, hoping he didn’t notice you. You jump from one tree to another as your heart rate increases. After a few hours of running to bumped into someone. “y/n you alive’” hearing the voice you take steps looking at the person in disbelief.” Leo is..is that you love” you cry out before jumping into his outstretched arms. He catches you patting your back as you cry “Oh love shhh it’s ok were together now” he says as takes your chin ever-so-gently and looks at you with loving eyes before he leans down and captures your lips with his. You cry and let out all your tears. You both camp out that night chatting, talking, and dancing under the full moon. The next day when you wake up you hear a voice you haven't heard in 200 years. You were quick to leave the tent seeing your sister out there talking with Leo you felt a ton of emotions(happy ones) you ran and hugged her (or you threw yourself at her). Tears of happiness escape you, and for once you let them run dry.” y/n is that you” Ruby asked. You nodded as you let her go.” it’s..been a while I guess..” Ruby looked at you. You don’t know if it was your eyes fooling you or if there were hatred in her eyes nonetheless you ignore it after all she is your innocent little sister . A few months later You had told your sister everything that had happened to you and it felt as if she always laughed at the worst times. you wondered if she hated you after all you were the fovered one in the village you both grew up in. Today was the day you had a date with Leo, the two of you promised to go back to Yu Jun Mountain, to dance once again under the full moon and the shooting stars.” y/n sister here drink this “Ruby says as she brings you a cup. You look at it before staring at her.” is something wrong big sis” You shake your head. You bring it to your lips..” oh wait is there any icy” you ask. She shakes her head leaving you no choice but to drink it. As you take a gulp you begin to get disy. You look at her and see her smile “You fool, you honestly thought I would spare you when you had taken everything from me” She pulls your hair before taking out a knife.” dear sister, you make me so happy to know that I can pierce your heart but don’t worry I will make sure to find your ashes and burry you forever” you hear her maniacal laugh as your vision blurres. ‘Perhaps dying isn’t so bad'

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@fhjfjg68 It became too long so I decided to make a part 3 hope u don't mind

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You and Us - CHAPTER 3

Pairing : Sebastian Stan x Reader x Bucky

Warning : 18+, MINOR DNI, angst, nightmares, fluff

A/N : Chapter 3, finally ! Sorry for the delay. Tell me what you think about it ! Also this is not beta read so I apologize for any mistakes !

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A scream echoed throughout the floor, waking you up. Your sleep was lighter with the stress building up. Every day without news of Bucky only increased your anxiety.

What if something had happened to him?

But you didn't have time to think about that. You picked up the gun you had hidden under your pillow, and silently left your room.

All was quiet until another howl sounded, coming from the room at the end of the corridor. You lowered the weapon. There was no danger. You knew what was happening: Sebastian was having a nightmare. Bucky still went through the same thing from time to time. But for the actor, the torture was still recent, even if Hydra had been merciful compared to what they'd put the super soldier through.

You gently opened the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. The man seemed to be suffering in his dreams. His eyebrows were furrowed and sweat was beading on his forehead. He must have moved a lot trying to fight off the demons tormenting him, for the comforter was thrown back - revealing his muscular but bruised body - and one of the pillows was on the floor.

You did as you would have done with Bucky, and gently placed your hand on his forehead as you repeated his name, loud enough for him to hear but soft enough not to rush him.

Gradually, the man stopped fidgeting and opened his eyes.

The hooded man who was beating him up, turning the grey ground into a pool of blood, gave way to a young woman who was stroking his hair. It took him a few seconds to realise that he was safe.

He had been in Avengers Tower for a week. The doctors had put him in a coma for a few days while they treated his wounds and made sure he would be all right. But the fear was still there.

"I'm so sorry," he said. He didn't move. He didn't want to. It was so soothing to have such gentle physical contact, and she was so beautiful. So much so that he felt like he was looking at an angel.

"Don't worry. You had a nightmare, it's normal after what you've been through."

He tried not to think about it, closing his eyes and concentrating on his breathing. She withdrew her hand, leaving him with a cold sensation where it had been. Then he noticed that he was really cold: he was drenched in sweat.

"I think I need a shower. Could we... um... watch a film? Or chat? I don't think I can go back to sleep... and I don't really feel like being alone right now."

"Of course," she replied with a smile. "I'm going to have a hard time getting back to sleep too. Take your time. I'll change your sheets in the meantime."

Under normal circumstances, Sebastian would have protested, or at least asked her to wait for him so he could help, but right now he needed help and support after being abused for several days.

Thanking her, he headed for the bathroom, thinking about her hand on his skin.

You were both sitting on one of the sofas, drinking the hot chocolate you had prepared. You had put on a film, but weren't watching it. It was just background noise while you talked.

You told him how much you liked him, complimenting his acting skills and insisting that he deserved to be better known. This made Sebastian blush, but also laugh. It made him feel better.

"While you were being treated this week, I asked for a team to be sent to protect your mother. It wasn't you those guys were after, but I'd rather be careful."

"Thank you," he said, letting out a sigh of relief. He hadn't dared express out loud how terrified he was that something might happen to his mother. It would have made the situation far too real, the danger closer.

"Should I send other agents elsewhere? Friends? Family? Boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"No," he laughed lightly, "I don't really have time for a relationship." But you could see a certain sadness in his eyes. It wasn't that he was too busy with his career, it was that he hadn't found the right person for him.

He changed the subject: "And you, is there someone in your life?"

"Yes, he's called James but everyone calls him Bucky. Hydra confused you with him. And now... there's no news and I can't stop imagining the worst..." A tear escaped your left eye and Sebastian couldn't help but wiping it away with his thumb.

He wished you had told him you were single. He'd only known you for a day, and he was already feeling a strong attraction.

His hand was still on your cheek. As for you, you weren't moving. This contact was unexpected, and Sebastian looked so much like Bucky. If it had been him, all you would have had to do was step forward and place a kiss on his lips. 

You stepped back while he withdrew his hand. If you heart was already taken, he wouldn't steal it.

She drank a little of her chocolate then cleared her throat, trying to ignore the unease that had set in.

"I'd better get back to sleep," she began. "I want to be fit enough to find Bucky." She avoided Sebastian's gaze, her eyes as blue as James's, still embarrassed by what had just happened.

"Of course, I'll do the same. I don't think the nightmares will come back tonight. Thanks for keeping me company."

"My pleasure. Good night Sebastian," and the small smile she finally offered him made him melt.

"Good night, Y/N."

She disappeared into the corridor, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He told himself that if she'd been single, he wouldn't have withdrawn his hand. He would have slipped it down her neck to draw her to him and kiss her.

He returned to his bed, imagining the softness of her lips against his. When he managed to get back to sleep, he dreamt of her. And in his dreams, she was in his arms.

The next day

The sun was already high in the sky when Sebastian woke up. No nightmares had returned to disturb his sleep. He got ready before heading into the kitchen for breakfast. He had hoped to find you there, but it was a tall, blond man who was waiting for him and he wore a stern expression.

The famous Captain America did indeed look angry. Any trace of the sympathy that everyone knew was gone from his face. The actor would have wondered if something had just happened, if the cold stare wasn't directed straight at him. It took away his appetite.

"I saw you last night." So began the conversation. No hello. Steve was angry with him, but why? He couldn't think of anything he could have done to upset the hero. The blonde man must have seen his confusion: "Since you've decided to play dumb, I'll make things clear: she is with Bucky. He deserves the happiness he's found with her, and I won't let you ruin what they have."

So it was because of that. Yet all you've done was talk. Unless Steve was talking about the little rapprochement? Sebastian wanted to justify himself, but barely had time to say a word when Steve shoved him violently. 

"Stay away from her." He was about to start again, when a voice rang out.

"Steve!" you had just stepped out of the lift. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I saw him trying to kiss you last night!" He was clearly upset.

"What? No, not at all. We were just talking, nothing happened. Now leave him alone." Steve glared at Sebastian, saying nothing. "Listen," you continued, "I just had a meeting with Fury. He said that what we found about Hydra when we rescued Sebastian was very helpful. He'll be able to send a team after them."

"Good," was all he said before taking the lift to his apartment.

You sighed and turned to Sebastian. "I'm sorry about what he did and said. I think he is just worried something might have happened to Bucky and Sam."

He seemed a little shaken and returned to his room without a word. You wanted to follow him and comfort him, but were interrupted by your phone ringing. It was Bucky.

TO BE CONTINUED

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The Half Hashira Teil 1.2

I still didn't quite know how to react to him. He's really cute with his blond hair and yellow coat. He also seemed very nice like that, but I couldn't quite tell what he was like at the moment.

I noticed another drop of sweat forming on my forehead.

"Zensitsu, please stop! Your behavior is inappropriate."

Tanjiro tried to calm the other boy down.

"What?! without no I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you!"

now he started to cry.

"Um...yeah, never mind. To get back to your question. I'm human, but only half human. I'm also a demon at the same time."

I replied, just to steer the conversation in a different direction.

However, I still wanted to know the name of the boy with the boar's head. Even though I already knew it, I didn't want to reveal everything I already knew about them. So I just looked at him. But somehow he came across as depressed.

-This didn't come from the fight?-

I thought to myself.

"And who are you? You seem to be an incredible warrior?"

even though i'm not really a fan of flattery, especially when the skills weren't that special, but maybe it helps.

"I am the great Inoske! the king of the mountains!"

he made a victory pose?

-apparently it's easy to manipulate him hihihi-

"it's nice to meet you all. i'd like to travel with you, if it's okay with you, because i'd like to help you with your sister, Tanjiro."

Tanjiro seemed immediately enthusiastic and beamed from ear to ear. But he couldn't get a word out so he just nodded. I smiled back at him. The other two didn't say anything else, so I just assumed it was okay with them. A noise broke through the silence and pink eyes and black hair peeked out from behind Tanjiro.

She is small, very small, almost like a doll. I crouched down so that she wouldn't be so afraid of me. I knew exactly who she was, Nezuko, the little sister who is a demon but rebels against muzan. She has more in common with me than I would like.

"Hello little Nezuko, I'm (Y/N)."

I smiled and held out my hand to her. She came to me very carefully and took my hand. The pink coat and green kimono looked like a huge pile of fabric on her small body.Instead of holding out her hand to me, she put her head against it as if she wanted me to stroke her.

-How can you be so sweet-

It warmed my heart. It was almost as if lots of trees were blossoming around us. I just kept smiling and realized that my sharp canines were showing, but that didn't seem to deter any of them.

"Well, shall we go on? I know a place nearby with hot springs and very tasty food."

i wanted to get to know the others better, and the best way to do that is to eat.

"YES!!!"

everyone shouted at me. I hadn't expected so much enthusiasm.

I straightened up again and showed them the way I wanted to go with them. The four of them chatted animatedly while I stayed further back and kept an eye on everything. Of course I sensed that something was wrong, but I didn't let it show.

The person, or rather the creature, wasn't that far away, it was watching me rather than the others.I looked up to the left. In the top of a tree about 4 km away, red eyes were watching me. Inside I knew exactly who was watching me.

My full lips, painted a delicate shade of pink, formed a sentence that he could now understand. I just smiled at him and waved briefly.I turned my gaze forward again so that I wouldn't lose sight of the others.

"Tell me (Y/N). How did the Hashira accept you? After all, you are part demon."

sequel follows....