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mercy-burning · 4 months ago

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A Kindness You Can't Afford

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Summary: Something that started out as 'stress relief between co-workers' is now a little concerning to you, but for some reason you can't help but keep letting Spencer walk through your door... Rating: Mature (18+) Content: Strong language, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering, blink-and-you'll-miss-it choking, squirting (As always, let me know if I missed anything!) Word Count: 2.7k

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NOTE: @imagining-in-the-margins sent me lyrics to Hozier's It Will Come Back to entice me to write something for her monthly challenge (which is themed Friends With Benefits), and then this happened. You can thank her for this. And also Emily Henry, because I read Happy Place and Beach Read back to back recently, and DAMN IT if I wasn't itching to do some romance-writing of my own. Sure, this one is less romance and more porn without plot, but I digress. The inspiration is there and that's all that matters. Plus I've started working on something else that probably won't see the light of day for a long while, but it's nice to feel the motivation. I'm starting to feel like myself again :) I don't know how long this creative sparkling cloud of dust is going to last, but I'm grateful to be living in it, if at least for a little while. It feels good to be there again <3

Enjoy!!

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There's a small pit in your gut that only deepens when you hear a knock at the door. A chill permeates your nervous system and sends you off on shaky limbs until you reach it, and as your palm comes in contact with the cool metal of the doorknob, you're disappointed to discover that the contrast does nothing to comfort the hot and clammy skin. Unless the person behind the door turns out not to be who you think, you will not know that comfort.

You open the door anyway, already used to this feeling of unease. It's a feeling you've come to tolerate, and sometimes even crave in desperate moments. Tonight has not seen one of those moments, but you suppose that doesn't really matter because you've already agreed to his terms, and unless you call it off, you're stuck. You've seriously considered doing it a few times, but something deep inside tells you he might not like it very much, and you're unsure of how he'll react.

It isn't a risk you're willing to take.

And so, you meet Spencer Reid with a bright smile, pretending not to know why he could possibly be outside your door past 9pm. He looks a little sleep deprived, but it's nothing new. Your work is exhausting. It was a major deciding factor and is the driving force behind your agreement in the first place. A way to relieve stress. Somewhere along the way, it seemed to have turned into something darker, though in retrospect that darkness has always been there. You often think back to the first time you initiated intimacy— how excited you were that he seemed willing to take you up on the offer... How your head swam through glittering mist and your heart beat quickly at his words.

"God, Y/N, I need you to be sure... Because once we go there, once you let me in... Even after I leave, I'm always going to be there... You're going to feel me everywhere you go, and that's a promise..."

In the moment it even sounded romantic, and in some twisted way, it might still be. But you don't want to let your brain misconstrue this whole situation. You've promptly decided to take it for what it is and accept the fact that he has some deep desires he needs to expel, and you're just a convenient companion for the journey.

"Spencer, you're here late..."

He exhales through his nose. "No later than usual."

"Right... Come on in." You widen the door and confidently step aside like you wouldn't know any different.

Rather than let you close the door, he'd taken your words as an invitation to make himself at home, pushing it shut with his foot and jolting you forward with it, subsequently pulling you towards him. His hands are quick to guide your face to his own, and without a second more in passing, the night has officially begun.

Electricity is immediate, sizzling through your core at Spencer's drive. It's true that when you're alone, it's difficult not to overthink the situation and rope the emotional and logical side of it to the forefront of your mind. But being with him like this dissipates the thinking entirely. All you know is that it feels so good, and it's absolutely worth all the turmoil you put your brain through.

It's worth it when his tongue possesses your own and coaxes the most sinful, desperate noises from the depths of your chest, and when your delicate fingers find purchase in his hair. It's worth it when your back is up against the door with his knee wedged between your thighs. It's worth it when his hand glides down your jaw until each finger curls around your neck, not choking you but simply resting there like a necklace would. He squeezes gently for a second each time you twitch your hips, desperate to feel friction, and you whimper.

You've come to learn that the more noises you make, the more he rewards you with... well, more. So it doesn't take very long for him to decide that enough is enough, and he pulls away from you to turn you around. You brace your arms on the door and lean your head to the left so he can work.

Warm lips attach to your neck as nimble fingers snake around your front and dip below the band of your lounge shorts and underwear. Your insides hum to life, and your legs naturally spread apart a little further, making Spencer laugh against your skin. You half expect him to tease you, but the surprise leaves your body in the form of a rather whorish Oh! when he spreads you apart and glides his fingers through your warm cunt. He explores you thoroughly, circling and spreading and plunging his fingers inside you, until eventually he continues a slow and steady pace running up and down your clit. You can feel it in his breath, in the way it stutters over your neck— He's about to give you your first orgasm of the night. If his skilled hands wouldn't do it (which you know they will), his words definitely would.

"Mmmm, I love how warm you are, Y/N," he slurs into your neck. Then he lightly nips at your shoulder and quickens the pace and pressure on your clit. "And how fucking messy you get for me..."

You know what he wants, but even if you hadn't, it still would have happened. The first time he made you squirt, he'd been determined to do it again. And again. In every different way possible. Over the course of your stress-relief-escapades you've come to learn that this particular way (with his hand down your loose-fitting shorts) is his favorite. He never strives to do it anymore unless you're wearing a pair. Perhaps it's the sounds, or the feeling of your damp clothes and the desperate need to peel them away in favor of something more solid, but it's become your favorite way, too.

Your nails scratch at the door as you pant and sigh your way through an intense building orgasm, and Spencer leans forward with you, using his free hand to assist in holding you up as he furiously works at your clit with the other. His chin rests on your shoulder as he huffs out, "Go on, baby, let it out..."

He knows you're close, and those final encouraging words seem to snap the coil tightening inside you. Your thighs tense for just a second before you feel every wave of pleasure crashing into every limb. And then, you're able to relax and ride it out, letting him hold you up and pull the orgasm out of you like magic. It's wet, it's warm, and it's fucking sensational...

You can practically see the wild look in Spencer's eyes even if you couldn't actually see him at all. His presence is always, as promised, so inherently there, that even now it's a vivid image. His pupils are an empty abyss, and if you look too closely you're sure to fall in. Hell, you're not even positive that you haven't already fallen in, because the thought of calling it all off when it feels this good seems, simply put, wrong. Why would you ever want to deprive yourself of this feeling? His possessive, damn-near monstrous way of loving you as concerning as it is, had taken you to the highest places you'd ever known. Even if it isn't 'love' on paper, you certainly love it anyway. And he must love it, too, otherwise he wouldn't keep coming back.

He only comes back because you let him in in the first place, the rational part of your brain tries to reason, though it can't quite break through the fog of lust. At this point, it's so thick that you aren't sure it's ever going to clear.

Not that, right now, you'd mind...

Once your breathing slows and your legs gather the strength to pivot, Spencer removes his hand from your shorts and gently guides you to turn around. His lips are on yours immediately, and he's tugging at your shorts and underwear to pull them down. They drop to the ground and without a second to spare, he tugs you along through your living room and over to the couch. It's practically a straight shot to the bedroom from here, but apparently time is not a luxury he can afford this evening, because you barely have time to anticipate what his next move might be before he makes it.

Mouths still attached, the two of you nearly fall on the couch, and Spencer's weight covers you like a blanket. His hips pin yours down and his arms have taken to pinning your own above your head. He nips at your bottom lip and pulls away for a moment, but you chase him, trying to lean up and keep kissing him and whimpering when you can't.

A low laugh exhales from his chest. "And I thought I was the needy one in this relationship..."

He shifts then, getting up and kneeling between your bare legs to start undoing his pants. Meanwhile you lift your shirt over your head, grateful you'd already ditched the bra earlier in the afternoon. Less time to waste.

Seeing you completely bare from head to toe and ready for him seems to amplify that animalistic quality in Spencer that's so unlike the aura of the boy you met years and years ago. Whether he had that quality before he'd met you is unknown, but it's hard to imagine. You like to think that you and you alone have single-handedly created this primal sexual being simply by expressing interest in what youcould offer him amongst the joint understanding of the daily hardships that leech onto a BAU agent. Regardless of the truth, the sheer sense of power it fills you with... In every deep stroke of his cock, in every mark left behind, and in every praise sung, there is this irreplaceable strength that you cling to long after he's gone.

No hard truth would ever take that feeling away, and so you can't help the grin that manifests at his urgency. You can tell he wants nothing more than to sink into you immediately; he visibly struggles for a moment before opting to fully slide his pants and underwear off together until they're tossed over somewhere into the abyss. You half-expect him to whip his shirt off to join them, but instead he lunges forward and covers you again, muffling your whimpers with his mouth as one hand guides himself into your slick cunt.

You can feel the rumble in his chest the moment he's all the way in and you clench around him. He rests his forehead to yours and kisses you deeply before asking, "You ready for me, Y/N?"

The low echoing tone in his voice seems to answer in the momentary silence that follows.

You better be...

It sends a chill down to the marrow of your bones.

You barely whisper out, "Yes," and before the last letter leaves your mouth, Spencer has pulled back and snapped his hips forward, starting a slow and brutal pace inside you. Your legs spread wide naturally, giving him all the room in the world to position himself to handle you however he wants. He opts for holding your breasts in his palms, holding himself steady and pinning you down firmly to the couch cushions.

It doesn't take long for your eyes to start their descent to the back of your head, until they flutter shut and you're seeing stars behind closed lids. His pace quickens, still hard and determined, and yet you know he has more in him. Part of you itches to whine and beg for him to go farther, to push him to his limits and make him fuck you until you're nearly unconscious and delirious. And truthfully, that's still a high possibility, but you also wouldn't mind staying like this forever.

Then, one of his hands shifts and glides up to your neck again. You open your eyes and find Spencer staring down at your body with hair falling down in front of his face and sweat forming on his brow. His mouth hangs open and then grins when he catches you staring, the sight making you sigh out and grip the bottom hem of his shirt with your fingers for any kind of stability.

You're teetering on the edge of another orgasm, and by the way his face is slightly scrunching you can tell that he's not far behind you.

Just the flash-forward thought of him filling you up sends a jolt through your body, and before you know it, your legs are tensing again, and you're yelling out his name in broken syllables as a flood of warmth spreads through your body. For a split second you wonder if you've both come undone at the same time, but this feeling is different and more intense. Familiar.

The sounds filling the room only confirms your conclusion, and then Spencer's words as he pauses and feels you twitching around him.

"Twice in one night, huh?"

You force yourself to look at him, to see the unhinged pride pooling in his eyes as you finish and wait for him to follow suit. It both empowers and frightens you at the same time, an odd combination of feelings that you're sure to have a crisis about in the morning. But for now, you can't help but lean back and watch the ceiling as Spencer grips your hips and starts fucking you relentlessly into the couch.

Finally, he pauses at the hilt inside you and holds himself there, stuttering out expletives and coming. He pulls back and then forwards a couple times, gently rocking himself through it, and then his grip on your body loosens and you're able to pull him down to you.

You wrap your legs around him to keep him still, unwilling to let go of this feeling quite yet. It's there— that strength that he gives you, whether he knows it's there or not.

And in about an hour after you wash up and go to bed, he will be gone, and that strength will slowly fizzle out overnight, and like clockwork, you'll long to feel it again some time after the concern runs its course— After you replay the night in your head, over and over, analyzing every look and every touch and every reaction. After you frighten yourself into believing that he must be in tune with some level of evil to use you for rough sex and then leave you alone during the day and act like it never happened, even though it's literally what you agreed to.

The back and forth will only make living harder, and so you'll push it all away and focus on work. Until Spencer eventually brushes your arm with the back of his hand as he passes you, or hands you a cup of coffee with a kind smile, and then you'll come right back to wondering how such a gentle soul could hold such intensity. It will unnerve you until you tell yourself that it's just the complexities of the human condition and that every soul contains multitudes. You see it every day. It's not uncommon. It's completely normal.

The thought will calm you enough to get you through the rest of the afternoon, and when you get home, you'll settle in for the night without a second thought. You'll make dinner, watch a show, read a book, endlessly scroll online, or talk to Penelope about whatever show she's watching... You'll keep yourself busy.

And then the sun will set. Your house will grow quiet. You'll start to feel it: the small pit in your gut that only deepens when you hear a knock at the door. You'll meet Spencer Reid with a bright smile, pretending not to know why he could possibly be outside your door past 9pm.

So, yes. For now, you will hold onto him a little longer and bask in the afterglow of this exercise in 'stress relief'. Because even if it doesn't mean anything greater, and whether there's even anything within Spencer's motivations to decode in the first place... This moment in time, each time, is the most relieved you ever feel.

Your fingers flex gently over his shoulders, and through the soft, even exhaling of his breath across your cheek, you know for certain he feels the same.

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backtothefanfiction · 1 year ago

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Professor Peter Parker

Summary: The first day of college nerves are suddenly made worse when you realised the guy you f*cked last night is your new Physics Professor!

Warnings! 18+ ONLY! This is some of the filthiest smut I have ever written and posted on here yet. Female reader and pronouns, Age gap (everyone is of legal age, Peter is a very young Professor), Oral (F + M Receiving), Dirty Talk (so much fucking dirty talk), praise kink, edging, P in V, Peter Parker (YES he does need his own warning), One Night Stand... or is it?, ITS SEX PEOPLE, JUST STRAIGHT UP SEX WITH A LITTLE PLOT FOR ADDED TENSION AND POW!

Word Count: 4.9k+

A/N: Consider this my formal application piece for the literary prostitutes society. There are no words for this, so I'm just gonna type/sing Don't Lose Your Head from Six. "Sorry not sorry but what I said, I'm just tryin' to have some fun..." But seriously though this was so self indulgent and I can't believe this came out of me. It's very much giving Aria and Ezra in Pretty Little Liars but older and much more Peter Parker. Also I am really sorry about if the tense keeps changing, I sometimes have a problem with finding my rhythm and I really cba to spend the time working it all out and changing it.

First day of college. Standard level of nerves for a first day. Are you running on just a couple hours of sleep? Sure. Still a little tipsy from last night? Okay, yeah, maybe just a little, but that’s a good thing right. Takes the edge off. But then again numbers and science had never let you down before. You can do physics. You’ve got this.

You took a deep breath, hand hesitating on the door handle. ‘This is the first day of the rest of your life.’ You said to yourself, breathing deeply.

You found a spot somewhere in the middle of the room. Not so eager you were at the front but you also didn’t want to hide away in the back. That and you were pretty sure you were due for an eye test and if you sat any further back you wouldn’t be able to read the board. You got out your notepad, flipping open to the first page, your fingers smoothing across the fresh paper comfortingly. You reach for a fresh pencil from the novelty pack your Mom had bought you especially for your first week, knowing you prefer the feel of writing in pencil than pen, the ink always getting smudged on your hand from your messy scrawl. You pluck the one with tiny zebra all over it from the clear case before placing it back in your bag. Your fingers drum the back of the pencil on your page nervously as you wait. You tried not to overthink things as your stomach began to churn. Had you really turned up this early? You took a quick look around the room at the other 5 people who had actually been there before you. ‘Hey,’ you reasoned to yourself, ‘at least you weren’t as early as them.’

You yawned. Damn you were tired. Although you had this early class, when your new room mate suggested you go out with the guys who lived across the hall you couldn’t say no. To be fair, it had been a good night all considered. You had met some new people, exchanged a few numbers, agreed to go to the end of semester drama club performance even though the term had only just started, drank way too many jello shots, got snuck into a local bar and then ended up going home with a tall brunette with the softest yet devious brown eyes you had ever seen who completely rocked your world.

You absentmindedly rubbed your thighs together, squirming slightly in your seat as you thought back to his head between your legs. The lewd moans he’d pulled from your lips echoing around your brain. It sent a fresh new wave of arousal straight to your core.

‘Not the time or place.’ you berated, instead forcing your mind back into the classroom and the task at hand. ‘Physics of Matter with Professor Peter Parker. He was probably middle aged’ you thought to yourself. It was always the case with classes like these, middle aged men finally leaving the lab for the first time after finally completing their life's work, now relenting to their wife’s begging to spend more time with the family. Or older men with white hair, wrinkles and tweed, desperately holding on to their independence, understimulated by the idea of retired life when all that knowledge of matter and the universe was rattling around their brains. ‘Young hot professors were only to be found in the movies or on TV’ you daydreamed as you tried to distract yourself from the growing pit of nerves in your stomach.

You check your phone every few seconds as other students file into the room, finding their own seats as you count down the minutes. 5 minutes… 3 minutes… 2 minutes… 1 minute… … He’s late… 1 minute past… 2 minutes past… 3 min-

“Okay, okay, settle down!” A voice called out as the classroom door opened, far younger than she expected and slightly familiar. “Welcome to Physics of Matter,” the voice continued as he made his way towards the board, picking up a bit of chalk and lifting it to the board as he spoke, “I am Professor Parker, but please,” he said dropping the piece of chalk back onto the little shelf at the bottom of the board, “call me Peter.” He said finally turning around.

SHIT!

DOUBLE SHIT!

You dip your head towards your page as you sink a little bit down in your seat. Hopefully he won’t notice. ‘FUCK!’ your head was suddenly screaming as all those memories of the night before flooded your brain again. His messy hair. His naked body. The way he had moaned into your cunt- FUCK!

You subtly glanced around the room from your head's dipped position. This had to be some new prank show right. There’s no way this happened in real life. There had to be cameras. He’s an actor right? Ashton Kutcher was about to burst through the classroom door shouting “YOU’VE BEEN PUNK’D” any second followed by the actual Professor Parker, right? Right?

“Now I’m not gonna ask you to get your books out this lesson,” he began to say playfully, his voice carrying around the room as he walked back and forth in front of his desk surveying his new class. “Today is about you getting to know me and me just going over all the things we are gonna be covering over the course of our year together.” He said, talking a lot with his hands. “As much as I’d love to start getting into equations with you, I’ve learnt that that tends to be futile during our first lessons. I mean, just by a show of hands, who went out drinking last night?” Professor Parker asked and a shower of hands across the room went up, Peter’s gaze scanning across the faces of the raised hands as he continued, “Keep your hand up if you’re still a little bit drunk-” his voice cut off as his eyes finally landed on you, his own oh shit face befalling him.

You felt your skin crawl as people lowered their hands and began following his gaze to you. You moved your hand up to your face as you sank down in your seat further. ‘Stop staring. Stop staring. Stop staring!’

8 HOURS EARLIER

“I couldn’t help but see you staring.” He said as he sidled up to you. ‘Holy fuck’ he was gorgeous. Tall, lean, perfectly messy brown hair and the most delicious biceps (not too big) that were flexing under the cuffs of his fitted T-shirt you really just wanted to wrap your fingers around and squeeze. Damn. “Is she okay?” He said turning to your friend.

“Yeah she’s just-“ your roommate started before nudging you and breaking you from your hypnotised gaze on this absolute Adonis of a man. “She thinks you’re really hot!” she shouted over the music to him.”

He raised his eyebrows as he gave a small chuckle, flattered, as you cringed. They both laughed at you. “Do you wanna dance?” he asked as he took your hand.

“Yes, she does!” your friend said, pushing you off your stool. His other hand comes out to steady you as you almost slam into his chest. You blush before turning to give your roommate a death stare.

He flashed one of those charming smiles again before he began to guide you away from her and to the dance floor. His hand doesn’t leave yours as he starts to bop and bounce, easing you both into the music. You slowly relax, smiling as a giddy feeling churns in your stomach, as you begin to bop with him to the music.

The music swells and he gives you a twirl under his arm before he pulls you closer to him. “So have you got a name or am I supposed to refer to you as flower for the rest of the night?”

You frown. “Why Flower?”

“Isn’t that the name of the skunk in Bambi who is all quiet and has those big eyes and blushing cheeks and-”

“Don’t call me Flower.” you quickly say, slightly embarrassed by the way you had gone all goo goo eyed and helpless over him.

“Okay, then what can I call you?”

You hesitate for a second as you think about giving him your real name but what would be the fun in that, especially if this only turned out to be a one night stand. “Trouble.”

He laughs, his head dipping to hide his amusement. “Is that so?” he says from beneath his lashes. “Fine, if that’s how we’re playing it, you can call me Professor Brat Tamer, Professor for short.”

You feel your arousal soak your panties the moment he says it, the words going straight to your core. What have you gotten yourself in for? It’s like he knows too from the way he’s smirking. He turns you, pulling you back into him, his hands resting on your hips as he begins to grind himself against your ass. “Now, are you gonna be a good student?” he coos against your ear only loud enough for you to hear. “Or are you gonna be like your namesake says and cause me a whole lot of trouble?”

He can feel the way you relax your body back against him, your eyes closing as you relish in the feeling his words elicit in you.

You smirk as you look back at him, “I’m sorry Professor, but you may have your work cut out for you.”

An hour and a half later he’s pulling you into his apartment, your back slamming hard against a wall of exposed brick as your mouth latches onto his. Both of you had done so well keeping your hands to yourself the whole way back, but the moment you got through the door it was like a starting pistol had gone off, both of you suddenly in a race for pleasure.

You moan against his mouth as his tongue slips between your teeth. You can taste his final Jack and Coke he had had before you left. Your skin felt like it was burning under his touch.

“Fuck.” You gasp as his mouth is suddenly moving across your jaw and down your neck, his teeth and stubble grazing you slightly in his hunger for you.

“God Trouble, you sound so fucking pretty.” he coos against your chest, his hand moving to paw at your breast, bunching it up to spill over the top of your dress as he leaves wet kisses across the skin.

Your fingers wrap around his messy tresses as you pull his head back up so you can connect your mouth with his again, a small growl escaping his lips at the slight pain. You kiss him messily, both of you breathing heavily before you push him back, allowing you room to drop to your knees on the hardwood floor. Your fingers immediately begin to fight with his belt buckle, the sound of the metal clinking sending arousal straight between your own legs.

“Fuck.” He pants as he looks down at you, his hand reaching to cradle either side of your face as you pull down his jeans and his boxers in one swift pull. “Uh, baby, baby, baby.” he coos as you take his length into your mouth and immediately begin to work your tongue up and down his cock.

His fingers move away from your face, grabbing at the hem of his t-shirt and you watch as he pulls it up and over his head, exposing the rest of his body to you. Fuck he really was gorgeous. “Oh my god.” he cried out when you began to swallow his length down your throat, your nose pressing to his pelvic bone. “Uh,” he said, his head tipping back, “she’s not trouble, she’s fucking perfect.” he says as he drops his head back forward to watch you, his thumb reaching to wipe away a stray tear at the corner of your eye.

You take his length out of your mouth as you gasp for air and he thinks it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever heard. “Come here Trouble.” he says as he takes your face and chin in his hands and lifts you from the floor, pulling your lips back to his as he smashes his mouth into yours.

He begins to kick off his shoes as well as his jeans and boxers that now sit tangled around his ankles as he continues to kiss you, freeing himself so he can lift you up into his arms, your own arms throwing themselves around his neck, as he carries you to his bedroom.

You can’t help but cheekily bite at his lower lip as he stops just before the foot of the bed. “Oh she has some bite does she?” he says against your mouth. Your teeth almost clash together from how close you are as you grin, waiting to see what he’ll do or say next. “Okay,” he says as he pauses a little for dramatic effect, “I can bite back.” he says before throwing you back on the bed.

You let out a small squeal as you're caught by the mattress springs and pillows. You quickly prop yourself up on your elbows so you can see the devilish look on his face as he pulls off your heels before he stalks up the bed towards you. He leans over you, attaching his lips to yours once more, his tongue sliding deftly into your mouth and out again with every kiss until his last, when he uses it to suck your lower lip between his teeth, pulling on it. He releases it just as you’re beginning to feel it bruise, his lips instead attaching to your throat as his hands come up to pull down the top of your dress. He had already clocked that you were sans bra from how low the back of your dress was and is even more grateful now he can immediately latch himself onto your nipples, his tongue lapping at the small sensitive nibs, one and then the other.

You moan under his touch, your eyes falling closed as your head tips back, fingers gripping tightly at the covers beneath you. When he looks up at you, keening under his touch, he thinks it's the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “Look at me baby.” he softly commands and you oblige, your chin pressing to your chest as you gaze straight into those big brown eyes. It’s the sexiest eye contact you’ve ever held. It’s like he’s fucking you with his eyes as his fingers begin to snake their way up your thighs, lifting the bottom of your dress up to your hips so he can pull down your underwear. He takes one feel of them before saying, “Fuck, trouble, these are soaked.”

You can only nod in agreement, as all words seem to have left your brain. ‘Fuck, he’s so fucking hot’ you think, as he kisses his way down your middle, over your dress until he reaches the hem where he can start kissing at your skin. You sigh, your head falling back again at the sensation of his lips kissing across your hips and then down your thighs.

His fingers spread your legs and he gives a small nip to the inside of your thigh and you gasp at the small feeling of pain, that quickly turns to pleasure, as yet another wave of arousal floods between your legs.

“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping.” he says as his finger scoops up the arousal thats begining to drip down your thighs, bringing it up to his mouth. You watch hypnotised as he sucks on his fingers. “Damn, trouble, you tast so fucking good.” he says as he slips his fingers from his mouth. It’s so filthy. He has barely done anything and you’re a fucking goner.

His tongue suddenly crashes between your folds. “FUCK!” you cry out loudly. His fingers trace over your thighs, reaching for your own fingers which you entwine with his. He’s got his eyes closed, savouring every moan, every little gasp he pulls from you.

He can tell you’re getting close from how your cunt begins to grind itself down against his tongue, chasing you’re high, but to allow you to have it would be too easy. He listens closely to your breathing, your moans; one… two… he suddenly moves his mouth away and you want to scream. He playfully nips at the inside of your thigh, almost hard enough to bruise. You really do scream now in frustration. “Told you I could bite.” he says coily as he mumbles against your skin.

He licks another stripe through your folds as if in apology, as if to soothe the sting but his tongue flicks at your sensitive clit before he sucks it hard between his lips and you cry out again. “Mmmm.” he hums against your cunt, “you sound so pretty when you scream like that.”

You want to cry, you are so sensitive and overstimulated but suddenly he’s lapping at your pussy again and you’re melting back into the bed as your muscles begin to relax again with the long slow licks of his tongue.

When you both begin to feel the build of your climax again he doesn’t pull away this time. He lets you have it, your thighs closing around his head, hips bucking off the bed as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. He keeps going, his mouth lapping up everything you’ll give him until you're pulling yourself away from him. Tears well in the corners of your eyes from the over stimulation as you pant and whine and rub your thighs together, desperate for the feeling to dissipate. He grabs at your ankles, holding you still as you flop back into the pillows at the top of the bed.

“So good for me Trouble, you’re doing so good.” he says as he crawls up the bed to kiss you.

Although he’s wiped at his mouth, the taste of you still remains and you lick it off every part of his mouth you can reach as he settles himself between your legs.

His hands slide up your thighs before they’re grabbing ahold of your waist and suddenly he’s flipping you, his head crashing into the pillows as you straddle his hips. Your lips race to chase his as you continue to pant breathlessly into his mouth, another flood of arousal soaking between your legs.

His fingers reach for the bottom of your dress, lifting it up and off your head, leaving you finally, completely naked before him. “Fuck, trouble,” he moans as his eyes drink you in, “has anyone told you how absolutely fucking perfect you are.” You giggle and blush as you lean down to kiss him. “No. No. Look at me.” he says as he takes your head in his hands and moves you away from him so you have to look at him. He’s giving you that look with his eyes again as he holds your face in place, not allowing you to break eye contact with him for one single moment as he begins to grind his hips up against you, his rock hard cock grinding against your clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. “So fucking perfect.” he repeats. “Now tell me, trouble, how do you want me to fuck you?” You can’t think, your eyes closing as you try to focus your thoughts as his skin drags across your clit teasingly. He gently taps your cheek with his fingers, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. “Eyes on me Trouble,” he says, “find your words, tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

You shake your head as you close your eyes again, really unable to think. “Options.” you say breathlessly, your eyes flying open, before he can punish you for breaking eye contact again. “Give me options.”

“Okay.” he concedes with a small nod and a smile. “Okay, pretty girl.” he repeats again soothingly as he pulls you back down closer to him, his lips kissing you sweetly and encouragingly, aware he’s over stimulating your brain. “I can fuck you like this.” he says as he looks into your eyes. His hand slowly trails down to wrap around your throat, his other hand still cradling the back of your head as he flips you again. “Or I can fuck you like this.” he says as he continues to slowly grind himself against your sex. “Or,” he says as he lowers his head down to the crook of your neck, breathing you in deeply as he speaks directly into your ear, “I can flip you over and fuck you from behind.” You sigh as his words go straight to your core again.

“The last one.” you say breathlessly as your eyes close.

“MMM.” he hums into your ear as his teeth nip at your jaw, satisfied with your response. He pushes you back into the bed slightly as he lifts himself onto his knees, his hands moving away from your face and you watch him eagerly as you await his next move. He leans over to the bedside table, reaching into the draw for a condom, lazily tugging at his length with one hand whilst he uses his teeth and the other hand to open it up. You’re almost starring as he’s rolling it down the length of his cock, fully taking in his erect size. He smirks when he looks up to notice you nibbling at your lower lip.

“Come here, trouble.” he says before he’s flipping you over, your head finding a comfortable position on the pillow as he lifts your ass into the air.

He slides his fingers down your opening before placing two fingers slowly inside you, stretching you out and you let out another breathy moan at the feeling. He pumps them in and out of you a couple more times before he slowly lets them slide out of you, his fingertips dragging agonisingly across your clit before he uses them to pump his cock again a couple times, shifting himself into position.

His fingers grip tightly onto your hips as he lines himself up and slowly pushes himself inside you, your back arching with the stretch, head shifting as you let out another moan of satisfaction into the pillow. “Mmm, let me hear you baby.” he says as his hand removes itself from your hip to reach for the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he turns your head back towards him.

“Fuck.” you hiccup as he pulls himself out little by little before he’s slamming his hips forward against your ass, pushing himself in even deeper.

“Fuck, trouble. So fucking tight for me.”

You lose all ability to speak as he begins fucking into you, slowly building his pace until he’s fucking into you at a wicked speed. You want to scream again, your face screwing up in ecstasy as his cock continuously hits that spot inside you that makes you want to explode. His other hand reaches around for your throat, pulling you back up as he leans over you so he can stick his tongue back into your mouth. It adjusts his angle somehow, making the feeling in your cunt even more intense. Your mouth falls open as he holds it there, you’re panting and moaning into his mouth. “Look at me.” he encourages as his thumb rubs soothingly across your jaw. You can’t help but obliged.

It’s too much. It’s the hottest, most filthiest sex you’ve ever had. You know you’ll never be the same again. Nothing, no one, will ever compare to this. “Please, please, please.” you find yourself repeating as your eyes close again. You’re so close and he knows it because your cunt is constricting like a vice around his cock.

He moves his hand down to circle at your clit between your legs. “Come on, trouble, give it to me,” he coaches, “Fuck, baby!” he snarls against your mouth as he smashes his lips to yours again, pulling at your lips bruisingly.

You pull your mouth away from him, wailing, gasping for breath as your body convulses around him, his pace only slowing slightly to help you ride out your climax. “So good.” he coos, “My trouble, so fucking good for me. Atta girl.”

His pace is steady as he feels you begin to relax again but you’re still so stimulated. You’re surprised he’s still going. “Your turn.” you say to him breathlessly and he smiles. When he doesn’t say anything you decide to push your luck. “How do you want to fuck me?” you coo, now you’re the one who’s eye fucking him.

You watch as he closes his eyes, head falling back. He chuckles then, something low and devious. He suddenly pulls out of you. It makes you feel so empty. You’re about to whine but then he’s flipping you over and pulling your legs together and then over his shoulder as he bends you in half. He lines himself back up with your entrance and slips back in with ease and you gasp as he bottoms out, the position making him hit that devastating spot inside you instantly. He leans all the way over so he can kiss you, his mouth swallowing every moan, gasp and breath that leaves your mouth as he pounds down into you like something fierce.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” you whine as the sensitivity grows too much. His pelvis is slamming against your clit with every thrust. Now you really are crying, your eyes rolling back in your head as you feel yourself clamping down on his cock again.

“Oh my god, baby.” he says. “You’re so fucking wet. So fucking good. Such a good fucking girl.”

It’s a guttural wail you let loose into the room as you cum and his head dips down as he buries himself in the crook of your neck, his thrusts growing even faster as he chases his high. “Stay with me, Trouble,” he says, trying to ground you. He lifts his head, hand reaching for your face, forcing you to look at him. “Just a little bit longer, baby, just a little bit-” but he can’t finish his words. He’s so fucking close. One pump, two- he suddenly stills as he buries himself inside you, his forehead pressing into yours grounding you both as he pumps his seed into the condom inside you. You whine at the feeling of his cock pulsating against the still extremely sensitive spot inside you.

“You did so good.” His voice reassures as he strokes soothingly across your cheek forcing you to look at him as you breathe deeply and heavily in your come down. “So fucking good.” he says as he kisses your forehead before slipping out of you.

With his body no longer crowding you you fully relax back into his sheets, your eyes closing as you try to regulate. You think you might even pass out. You think you may even have blacked out for a second, but you know you haven’t as your eyes fly open and your body jumps at the feeling of a cool damp cloth between your legs.

He watches you content as you suddenly relax once more, the cool washcloth doing wonders to soothe the hot swollen feeling between your legs as he cleans you up. You definitely black out then, completely exhausted.

You are disturbed again a few minutes later, a soft reassuring hand brushing up your legs. “Here.” his voice says softly as he sits on the side of the bed next to you, waiting for you to open your eyes and look at him so he can pass you a glass of water.

The cold liquid does wonders to help regulate your temperature and you can’t help but stare at him again in wonder as he sits before you in a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms. He leans over you, kissing the top of your head, breaking you from your sex induced stupor.

“You can stay if you want.” You nod your head, you have no energy to move yet.

“Okay.” he says with a soft smile as he takes the now mostly empty glass from your fingers. “I’m gonna go get you another one of these,” he says motioning to the glass now in his hands, “you go to the toilet, there’s a spare toothbrush under the sink, get yourself ready for bed and when you get back we can cuddle.”

You still have no words, just dociley nod and agree. You wobble slightly as you try to stand, blood rushing back to your limbs and his hand reaches out to steady you. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it.” You say as you sway slightly and wave him away.

He just chuckles. “Whatever you say, trouble.”

You crawl into bed beside him 5 minutes later, tucking yourself into his side as his arm wraps around you. “You really are Professor Brat Tamer huh?” you joke as you nestle into his bare chest.

“And don’t you know it.” he smiles, pulling you tighter into his side so he can place a kiss to the top of your head.

You wake just after 6am, sneaking from his bed with a smile on your face as you pick up your clothes before doing the walk of shame back to your student halls. The sun is just coming up and the leaves are just starting to change, you can still feel the alcohol in your system as well as the after effects of your orgasms and you know, although you’re tired, today is gonna be a great first day… or was it?

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tinalbion · 4 months ago

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Hi Tina!!!

I just saw your requests are open for Logan...❤️‍🔥

Might I request something a wee bit nsfw? (actually completely nsfw if I'm being honest here) I just saw a tiktok that did a deep dive into wolverine's animalistic instincts and I seriously cannot stop thinking about it.

Those instincts in bed? yes please

With that being said can we get some biting and possessiveness up in here. I was thinking maybe Logan is a bit embarrassed by it but reader is completely accepting. It's mating szn and Logan's in heat 🥵🥵🥵

'𝐈 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞' ||

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine x fem!Reader

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞! Minors, DO NOT interact! Smut with some plot, kitchen sex, fem!Reader, unprotected p in v, biting/ marking, possessiveness, jealousy, animalistic tendencies, canon typical language, dirty talk, Logan gets embarrassed by being a little freak

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 5.2k

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: My lovely friend @nepptunez also asked for some animalistic Logan, and I want to make a little drabble about that later, but definitely needed to get this out of my system 😅 But I hope you both enjoy!

It was always the same thing when you and Logan had your times together, you would have this song and dance around one another, and he was hesitant and reserved while you were craving him in unspeakable ways, but it always ended up in a heated and frustrated session that left you breathless regardless. But there was always something about Logan that seemed to feel off to you like he was hiding something. You knew he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize you both, you had much more trust in him than you had in anyone in your life, so you wanted to get to the bottom of it before making it a big deal.

You had no idea where to start or how to figure out what was ailing him, but you knew he’d been through a lot in the past, you never held that against him. Maybe it had something to do with trying to trust himself to open up, you knew he was a tough egg to crack most days. Either way, you sat at the kitchen table with your drink, scrolling through your phone aimlessly as if your mind was somewhere else.

Logan walked in, waking up slowly from sleep as he wiped the rest from his eyes, he saw you awake already, which wasn’t usual but it didn’t bother him. “Mornin’,” he grumbled as he shuffled to the coffee pot.

You smiled as you looked up at him, watching as he rolled his shoulders, cracking the bones and stretching his muscles. “Morning, Logan, sleep well?”

“Yeah. You’re up early.” Always the man of few words in the mornings. He poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, staring at you as he adjusted to the sunlight.

You peeked over at him with a smile and shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep, my brain never turns off when I want it to,” you laughed, trying to avoid the conversation you were dreading, you just wanted to figure out what his problem was without getting him upset, especially if it meant him having to work through some unresolved issues. You hated forcing him to talk about it, knowing he’d spit it out when he was good and ready.

Logan nodded as he listened, his cup brought to his lips as he watched you, your heartbeat picked up slightly, as did your temperature. He took notice of these things, but he never commented on them, not unless it became too much of a problem in his eyes. “I get that,” he said softly, drinking more of his coffee from the mug in his hand.

“Speaking of, I noticed you haven’t been dreaming as much,” you pointed out with a genuine smile. “I’m happy something is working for you,” you said with a hum that followed.

This made his eyes flicker away from you, feeling almost, what, shame, embarrassment? He wasn’t sure, but it was a good point; he hadn’t been waking up with as many nightmares as before. Logan had just let out a huff in reply and nodded before taking another sip of his coffee. “I suppose I haven’t,” he mused. “Guess I have that goin’ for me.”

You just stared up at him softly and offered a kind smile. “Yeah, I’m happy about that, means you can finally get some good sleep,” you joked and stood up from your chair, walked up to him, and kissed his cheek gently as you grabbed more coffee. “Oh, by the way, I got some errands to run, so if you need anything you can let me know, okay?”

Logan had always gone with you on your errands, especially since getting used to this world, the one that was still foreign to him, but this time, he sensed your hesitancy. He shot you a look and seemed almost offended. “I ain’t goin’ with you?” He asked.

“Well, you can stay home and relax if you want, it’s just gonna be a quick thing,” you said softly, pouring some creamer into your cup and mixing it.

Logan didn’t like that, he didn’t like the quick brush-off or how you insisted he stay behind. Maybe it was just you wanting him to relax, not to become too overwhelmed considering all of this was still new to him. But something in the way you were acting was getting him slightly riled up. He watched you carefully as you walked back to your seat, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He didn’t want you to leave the house without him, it felt wrong, and he understood this thought process was… not right, it was stupid. But why was he growing irritated with the thought of you leaving him here?

You scrolled through your phone a bit and checked the weather, seeing how warm it would be today, then you finished your coffee and smiled as you stood up, looking at Logan as he continued to look miserable. You looked at him with your brows furrowed, he seemed to be avoiding your gaze.

“Logan, is everything okay?” You asked him as you always did, and he would probably respond the way he always did.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”

There it was. You sighed a little but nodded and smiled softly up at him. “Okay, if you need to talk, just let me know, but I should be back soon. Maybe I could pick up something for dinner.”

His expression shifted but only a little. “Sure, that sounds good, princess,” he replied and suddenly pulled you into his embrace, one arm tightly wrapped around you as he buried his face in your hair.

He loved your smell, your scent was one of the things that grounded him when he got in these moods, and it was tough for him to release you, but you said you’d be back soon, there was nothing to worry about. He was just overreacting, maybe he had an off night, and didn’t sleep enough, he tried to explain it away even though he knew what his problem was.

“Okay, be careful, yeah?”

This made you hum softly, your smile widened as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. “Always am, be back soon, big guy,” you said and leaned up on your tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Logan let out a satisfied hum, which could have been mistaken for a growl of happiness, and placed a firm kiss on your head. “Hurry back,” he said his tone still gruff. He was hesitant to let you go, but the sooner you left, the sooner you’d come back to him.

He didn’t have the patience to deal with Wade right now, and thankfully, he was off being whisked away by his girl, Vanessa. As much as Logan appreciated the way they tried to include him, this time of year was always the most difficult, but even more so with you here. He would just have to wait it out if he could repress the urges…

Logan paced back and forth in your shared space, his instincts were going crazy right now as he tried to find ways to calm himself. Before you, he had never really had an issue controlling himself or his urges, they had always been there, kept at bay, but something about you being here with him made him feel ten times more on edge. He was an animal, everyone in his life reminded him of that, and that was true to a fault.

This time of year was the worst, the most on edge he ever was, and he couldn’t control it around you for much longer. Leaving wasn’t an option, keeping you at a distance wasn’t either, so he fought it. It was only a few days he dealt with the heat rising in his body, the way his senses were heightened and he could smell you clearer than ever, but the ache he felt in his stomach and between his legs was growing more and more unbearable to handle. If he could just have a taste, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… but the thought of hurting you kept him at bay, that was the last thing Logan wanted, and he couldn’t think of what would happen if he did…

While he was pacing back home, you were out grabbing some things, running errands, and doing what you always had on your weekends off. It was your ‘me time’ as you got your favorite drink from the cafe down the street and drove to the grocery store to grab some things for the weekend. You had a great dinner in mind you wanted to make for Logan, so you made sure to make a list of everything you needed. As you were halfway through, some guy was looking at you hard down the aisle. It seemed like a familiar face, but you weren’t sure. As you walked closer, it was definitely a familiar face.

“Oh my gosh, is that you, Danny?” You asked.

The man’s face lit up and he smiled wide as he stepped up and reached an arm out, hugging you briefly. “Wow, is that you?” He asked with the same tone of surprise. “You look great! How’ve you been? Haven’t seen you since, what, end of middle school?”

You laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I think so, that felt like ages ago, didn’t it?” You asked with a wide smile. “How’s life?”

“Ah well, had a wife, divorced, got a great kid out of it though. You?”

You shrugged and smiled. “Not married, but seeing someone, he’s great. Different. No kids.”

Danny smiled and shrugged in return. “They’re not for everyone, but I hope your guy is treatin’ you nice. It’s great to see you though, we should catch up one day. I’m usually at the coffee shop down the road every Sunday, it’s my one day of peace.”

“Maybe I could meet you there next week!” You hummed with a smile and hugged him again. “Be seeing you!”

Enough distractions, you had brought up Logan and you felt that little voice inside your head, you missed him and just wanted to sit next to him right now. So you hurried through the grocery store, ran one more errand, and drove home as soon as you could.

You got home and entered through the door with your arms full, but Logan was already there with his arms open to grab the bags from you. “Oh, thanks, Lo,” you smiled as you walked in with your single bag in tow.

He had stopped for a moment and sniffed heavily where you stood, his face contorted from stoic to completely annoyed. You were none the wiser as you began to put away everything in the cabinets, smiling as you were just happy to be back home. Facing away from you, his jaw clenched hard as you began to talk about your errands, about how you had some ideas you both could do around town if he wanted to try something new, but after a while, you weren’t sure that he was listening.

“Logan, you okay?” You asked softly as you walked around the kitchen table and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He tensed beneath your touch and turned slightly to peek over his shoulder. “Yeah, I’m fine, just listenin’,” he grumbled.

You looked up at him and squeezed him gently, staring with concern in your features. “You sure, Logan? You’ve been acting off the past few days and I was hoping it wasn’t something I’ve done.”

Logan sniffed the air, smelling the assaulting scent on your clothes, it was strong and he did not like it one bit. “Where were you today?” he asked suddenly.

With a small step backward, you stared at him in confusion and slight irritation. “I told you I went to run errands, pick up groceries, as I do every weekend. Logan, what are you implying?”

“You got some asshole’s smell on you, it’s strong, it’s infuriating,” he growled, turning around quickly to walk up to you, towering above you. “So whatever happened out there is really pissin’ me off.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, then your face lit up in realization. “Oh, I saw an old friend from school, he hugged me, that’s it. Told him a little about you, told him you were great.”

Logan could hear what you were saying, but the senses in him were on high alert and they didn’t care what you said to this guy about him. You smelled like him, like some stranger, he needed to change that and fast. He backed you up against the nearby wall his figure towered over you while one hand was placed beside your head while the other was splayed across the top of your chest and collarbone. He was holding back, you could see it, he was trying not to lose himself.

You placed your hand on his chest and looked up at him, your eyes staring directly into his. “Logan, what’s been going on with you this week?” You asked softly, your gentle voice pulling him into a pit of desire.

“I…” he paused and wondered if this was even something he should be telling you. This was incredibly embarrassing, what would you think of him then after he told you? He huffed and looked away, annoyance etched into his features while he tried to avoid yet another awkward situation.

Your hand was placed on his cheek, pulling his face to look at you. “Logan, you know you can tell me anything,” you cooed softly, smiling up at him like that… It slowly began to chip away at the walls he had built for himself, and when it came to speaking of things about himself, that was a different story. “You're okay, right?”

Logan sighed as his eyes flickered away from you, but then a surge of rage came over him at the smell of that stranger on you, his face contorted with anger and he lunged forward, grabbed you by the waist, and lifted you onto the counter. He stepped between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips firmly.

“You want to know if I'm okay?” He growled, his face inches from yours.

“Of course, I do!” You said with surprise and slight offense. “I always want to make sure you're alright.”

His grip on your hips tightened, and he leaned in even closer, his eyes burning into yours. “The only way you can make sure I'm fine is by leaving me alone,” he whispered harshly, his breath hot against your skin. “Go now, while I still have some shred of control left.”

You stared at him in surprise, and then looked annoyed he'd even suggested such a thing. “No.”

His expression darkened, and with a growl, his hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, just enough to cause you the least amount of pain as he pulled your head back, exposing your pretty throat to him, smiling as his nose glided across your throat as he inhaled for a moment. He bit down and hard, sinking his teeth into you. He sucked and bit, marking you, his other hand gripping your hip possessively as his body pressed against yours. He was marking you physically, then rubbing his scent all over your body to show you just who you belonged to.

You cried out loudly, your hands gripped his arms to try and pry him off of you because of the pain, but soon, it was mixing with the urge of wanting to feel his teeth in other places.

As you leaned closer against him, he could feel the heat radiating off your body, and it made his head swim. Once he pulled away from marking you, Logan leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a whisper of a kiss. "I'm fine," he growled under his breath. “I just…”

“What?” You urged gently, feeling your entire body ignite with a mixture of fear, arousal, and thrill.

Logan couldn't think straight. The sight of you, the way you smelled and tasted, everything about you was driving him to the edge of wanting to completely lose himself. His hands moved up your body, gripping your shirt and pulling it roughly over your head, revealing your undergarments. "You always test me, even when you're not meanin’ to do a damn thing, you're always wanting me to lose myself in you.”

"Logan, you've never acted like this before..." you replied softly, shivering from the sheer jolt of excitement that shot through your entire body. You felt the excitement pooling between your legs as he placed his hands on your thighs.

He lifted his thumb to trace the outline of your lips before he leaned in to kiss you again. He could feel your body pressed against his and it was almost too much to bear. "Fuck," he growled, "you make me want to lose control, doll… I want to… to do things to do that would show others that you're mine, you hear me?”

You looked up at him, the smell of your arousal was strong in his nose, and he was using all he had to hold himself back. While he held onto your thighs, his hands shot out and pulled at your wrists, pulling your entire body against his as he captured your lips in his, his kiss urgent and demanding as his fingers dug into your skin. He didn’t mean to cause you any pain, he was just so overwhelmed to get that smell off of you, to make sure anyone who had dared come near you would know just who you belonged to.

Your hands began to pull at the hem of his tank top, yanking it from being tucked into his jeans while your lips were still locked with his, but Logan pulled away faster than you could blink, growling low in his throat as he tossed off the tank top to the floor. His chest was heaving, his muscles tensed as his breathing was heavy. His face lingered closely, his gaze hungry as his eyes, dark with desire, stared into yours.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he said in a low tone.

This made you smile; despite all he was pissed about and all that would happen, he still had the decency to dote on you, love you, and compliment you. In his special way, of course, but he never failed to surprise you. Your hands were then placed on his chest, admiring the muscles, the chest hair, and him overall. “And you’re perfect,” you replied sweetly.

He smiled back at you, a cocky grin at first, slowly fading into a gentle grin as his expression softened momentarily before his gaze turned intense. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra, pulling it off with a quick yank, and tossed it aside. His eyes fell to your breasts, his hands shaking with the effort of controlling himself. When you saw the hesitation, you couldn’t stop from grabbing his massive hands and placing them on your chest, giving him that silent permission. He groaned as his thumbs grazed over your nipples, then he leaned down and sucked one into his mouth, his other hand pinched and rolled the other nipple between his fingers. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing your sensitive flesh.

He pulled away and licked his lips. “Fuck, I love your tits,” he hummed before placing the other in his mouth.

You arched your back in reply, your breathing was already shaky as you felt his hands doing the bare minimum while your body responded in ways you didn’t think it could. You could feel yourself leaking through your underwear, pooling between your legs as Logan was making sure to put his mouth anywhere he could, marking you with his sharp teeth. “Fuck, Logan,” you whined.

He released your nipple with a pop and looked into your eyes, his gaze intense. “You smell fucking perfect, so wet for me and I’ve barely done a thing to you.” He reached his hand between your legs and began to rub your clit through your shorts, his fingers pressed against your soaked fabric. “Damn, you are,” he mused.

You wiggled as you tried to buck your hips to the best of your abilities, but standing wasn’t your strong suit, so you just whined and wished he’d take you already. You were always so willing when he was around you, it didn’t matter what state of mind you were in, you needed him as much as he needed you. You swallowed and panted before looking directly into his eyes.

“Logan, please,” you urged.

“Please what? Use your words, baby girl. Tell me.” He moved his fingers and hooked them onto the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them playfully. “Want these off?”

You nodded eagerly and shimmied out of them as fast as you could, your hands helping him with getting rid of them. “I want you to fuck me,” you breathed, your chest heaving from the excitement. “But you need to ditch those jeans…”

Logan chuckled and quickly unbuttoned, then unzipped his jeans, shoving them down his legs along with his boxers. His hard cock sprung free, already leaking with precum. “Mhm, fuck, got me so excited already,” he grumbled.

“Can’t help it,” you purred in response, watching him carefully as he stepped back toward you, ripping off your underwear with one fluid motion, causing you to gasp.

“I know you can’t,” he said softly as he suddenly grabbed you by your hips, making sure to have your legs wrapped around his waist as he moved you toward the counter, setting you down on the surface. “Now spread those legs and show me your pussy,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire.

You wouldn’t deny him this, so you nodded and leaned back, your hands flat on the counter as you spread your legs open for him, seeing just how wet you’d been for him. Your face was so red, so warm from seeing Logan in such a state that you couldn’t speak much after his eyes raked over you, landing on your soaked heat.

He groaned low at the sight and stepped between your open thighs, grabbed your hips, and pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, the cool marble against your backside. “Wrap your arms around my neck,” Logan instructed. “And your legs around my waist.”

You nodded and did as he told you, scooting forward against the marble eagerly as your legs and arms wrapped around his body.

Logan gripped your ass with both hands and tilted your hips upward. “Atta girl,” he cooed as he began to rub his throbbing cock against your wet folds a few times, teasing you and readying himself. “Look at me,” he said gruffly.

You stared up at him, your eyes wide with eagerness as he planned on taking you here in the kitchen. “Logan,” you breathed softly, wanting to say so much to him, but you couldn’t find the words.

He met your gaze, his eyes burned with intensity. “I’m going to fucking destroy that tight little pussy,” he growled, lining himself up with your entrance. “And you’re gonna love every second of it.”

Your breathing grew heavier as your entire body shivered upon hearing his promise. Of course, you’d love every second, you always loved any attention Logan showered you with. “Yes, Lo, please,” you begged.

He doesn't waste any more time, so with one swift thrust, he buried himself inside of you to the hilt. "Goddamn, you feel so fucking good," he groaned, his head dropped to your shoulder as he fought for control. "You're so wet, so tight.”

You gasped and you moaned out loudly, feeling his cock pushed all the way, bottoming out as you breathed heavily. The sting of his stretch felt so good, that you clung to his body as you tried to ground yourself. "Fuck, Lo, you're so big..”

He grinned at your words and started to piston his hips, slamming into you over and over again. "You just take it," he commanded. "Every inch of me. You wanted it so bad, didn't you? You needed me to fill you up. Show you who you belonged to.”

"Y-Yes, fuck, oh my god, Logan!" You cried out, your nails digging into his arms as he plowed into you.

Logan's eyes flashed with a primal hunger and he wrapped a hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Say my name again," he growled in your ear. “Tell me who you belong to.”

You gasped and stared into his eyes as his hand wrapped around your throat. "You, Logan!" You cried out, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smirked when he heard his name, feeling your pulse racing under his thumb. He squeezed tighter and started to fuck into you harder. "Good girl," he praised. "Say it again.”

You cried out with each hard thrust, smiling as he used his hand to choke you. "F-Fuck, Logan!”

His grin widened, baring his teeth at you. "Louder. Let the whole house hear who's making you scream." He sped up his movements, his hips slapped against your backside with every powerful thrust. "Come on, baby.”

"LOGAN!" You cried out loudly once more, his hips slapping into yours as you tried your best to hold onto the counter, shaking beneath him.

The sound of his name echoing in the kitchen spurred him on. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and sucked hard, no doubt leaving another mark. "Legs around my waist," he grunted, his voice muffled against your skin.

You did as you were told and made sure to tighten your legs around his waist, panting heavily as he scooted you even closer to his body. Logan started to fuck you more roughly, holding you up easily with your legs around his waist. His thrusts became even harder, every collision making your whole body shake. "I want you to know you’re mine, you understand me? No one can make you feel the way I do.”

“L-Logan, won't last long like this,” you said between gritted teeth and breaths that were pulled from you, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he buried himself inside of you.

His face contorted in pleasure as he growled against your neck. "Then we'll come together.” He grunted with effort, his abs tightened as he drove into you again and again, his rhythm becoming more erratic. "Touch yourself, need you to come on my cock.”

You reached between your bodies and began to sloppily rub your clit as he thrusts into you, your body shivering heavily as you could feel that coil deep within you wanting to snap. It was difficult to keep going with Logan pounding into you mercilessly, but you needed to appease him, or else who knew how long he'd keep this up.

He groaned encouragingly, his voice hoarse with passion. "That's it, baby. You're so close, I can feel you tightening around me.”

He grunted again, his own release drawing closer. His hips jackhammer between your thighs, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room.

"Ahhh, fuck, Logan, gonna-gonna," you started, attempting to survive just a few more moments until you came undone. "Coming!" You cried out, your entire body clenching around Logan’s as you clung to him.

Hearing your cries of pleasure, Logan plunged deep inside you one final time as he too reached his peak. He threw back his head and roared out his release while he moved his hands to your outer thighs, already feeling the familiar sensation of his claws protracting as his entire body tensed, his vision whited out as he lost all sense of being. "Fuck!" His fingers dug into your skin, the tips turning white from the strain as he held you in place, his arms like steel around you as he rode out his orgasm, the added intensity of his claws keeping you from moving as his hot seed spilled deep inside you, filling you up.

"Mine," he growled possessively, his voice shaking with exertion and emotion. "You're fucking mine, always."

"Yours," you said breathlessly as you rested your head against his shoulder while your arms wrapped around his chest.

Logan's arms slowly relaxed while his claws retracted, and he gently unraveled your legs from his waist, letting your feet find the floor once more. He pressed soft, lingering kisses to your neck and shoulders, kissing over the dark-colored bruises and hickeys he left along your neck and collarbone, then rested his head back on your shoulder as he slumped over.

“‘M sorry, dunno what… came over me… that's…” He stopped and kept his head lowered.

You just laughed and wrapped your arms around his body, pulling him close as you gently rubbed his back. “Don't apologize,” you cooed softly. “You’re just worked up.”

“No, it’s… not just that, it’s somethin’ else. I get… in these moods, like,” he groaned and shook his head slightly, already feeling the embarrassment flooding his face. “Like animals in mating season; territorial, possessive. Can’t help it sometimes and your smells drive me insane.”

That was it, that’s why he’d been acting weirdly jealous, clingy, and just wanting to be closer. “Oh, oh!” you said softly as you looked down at him, smiling even wider now. He shared a new part of himself with you, something he found awkward to speak about, and he opened up. You brushed his hair gently, running your fingers through it as you couldn’t hide your smile. “Why didn’t you say so?”

He lifted his head slowly to look up at you. “You’re not… freaked out by it?” He asked, his brows furrowed together.

You just chuckled in response. “No, of course not, why would I be?” You continued to run your hand across his hair, comforting him to the best of your abilities. “Logan, when I said I accepted you, that was all of you,” you explained.

This took him off guard, surprised him even, but your words had made his stomach stir, and he couldn’t stop from grabbing you and pulling you against him. You melted in his grasp, smiling wide as you wrapped your arms around him, showing him you were here for him. All of him. Logan didn’t have to say anything, he wasn’t a man of words, more of action, so when you wouldn’t pull away from him in moments like these, it showed that you were a woman of action, too.

His arms wrapped even tighter around you, his chest still heaving slightly as his breath slowly returned, and he couldn’t help but nuzzle into the crook of your neck. “You’re really okay with it?” He asked again.

“Ssh, Logan, just accept that I might actually like it when you get possessive,” you said playfully, planting a kiss on the side of his head.

Logan smiled softly, nuzzling your neck as the urge to mark you washed over him once again, his mouth opened slightly while his tongue gently darted out to slide across your throat. “Good,” he mumbled against your skin. “Then you won’t mind if we take this to the room,” he added, looking up at you with that primal hunger gleaming in his eyes once again.

“I don’t mind at all, especially since it’s you.”

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 6 months ago

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I’ve never done a request, and obviously you can say no. But I’d love to hear what you think the sleep tokens would be like with a gf/wife/whatever who had a baby and are not comfortable with the way their body has changed??

I’m 9 months post partum and I’m having a hard time with this, so, idk, you’re so good at writing.

Thank you ♥️♥️

Be kind to yourself mama, you grew a whole new life. ✨🤍

Vessel

Let’s face it, you were a muse to him before your pregnancy but the thought of you growing his baby alerted his brain chemistry. He wanted to be a part of everything. The smallest of things like your back or side itching was interesting to him. So he weathered the storm in your head for you. Jumping at any given moment to remind you just how beautiful you were.

That didn’t change after you delivered the baby. Hair tangled and unwashed for days? Still pretty to him. He would just offer to take your bundle of joy and let you have your time. Or if you need help he’s settling the little one and he’s right there in the shower with you. Sitting you down on a little stool and washing your hair for you. Shirt covered in spit-up and breast milk stains? He couldn’t care less you are still stunning to him.

So he sees it. The glazeqd look in your eyes as you feed your baby. Head thrown over the back of the sofa. Vess settles beside you. Handing you an iced water bottle. Waving a little waffle bar in front of you. One that you just look at before shaking your head. That’s enough to make him frown.

“Do you want a different snack?”, he glances over to the kitchen, “Frozen yogurt bites? Nutella on toast? Crisps?”. You shake your head at it all. “Okay… do you want me to cook you something. We have that brownie mix or I can make you pancakes?”, and you know he would because there wasn’t a craving that went unsatisfied during your pregnancy.

“An apple of carrots might just do”, you shrug. Vessel tilts his head to the side, “You crave sugar when you breastfeed. Apples are tart, well the ones we have are. I could run to the…”, you reach out pressing your hand onto his thigh. “There’s no need, we’ll just eat dinner later on”, you try to smile at him but you can practically see the gears turning in his head. He doesn’t push but his eyes are demanding answers.

“It’s time I seriously start thinking about losing the baby chub I still have”, the words feel sour on your tongue, and from the way Vessel frowns you can tell that it tastes just as sour to him. “Your body grew our child”, he shakes his head. “Yeah, but I want to fit into my jeans again”, you scoff, not sure why you were biting back at him. Vessel stands up, reaching for your hand, “Can you stand up real quick”, and it’s not a question. His arms are steadying you as you both move. The baby lets out an annoyed grunt from all the commotion. One that Vessel is quick to soothe with a couple of kisses to their head.

And then he’s careful dragging you towards the bedroom. Towards your biggest enemy. The full wall mirror. But he doesn’t let you halt as he pulls you right in front of it. Standing protectively behind you. Leaning in to kiss the side of your head, your shoulder.

“I’m starting to think that we see very different things when we look in the mirror”, he says. “Bet, you are a sex god and I am just…”, you start only to be cut off by Vess, “I dare you to finish that sentence”. And there’s an edge to his voice now. The protector in full force. You feel your eyes sting slightly. “You are talking shit about a body that grew our baby”, he continues, hands reaching for your sides as he pulls you against him. “You grew eyelashes, little toes, blue eyes here”, his fingers snake beneath the stained shirt, gliding effectively over your skin. “But I was pretty before this”, you hiccup slightly, watching him watch you in the mirror. “You were”, he admits before adding, “You’re gorgeous now”. Your heart skips a beat and you let a sob slip past your lips. Leaning your head back against his chest. Vessel is right there ready to kiss each tear away. Ready to breathe you in. Until you believe in it too.

iii

He had just come home after rehearsals. Arms full of shit he randomly bought at a grocery store cause Thursday was always movie night. He halts listening for the noises around the apartment. The bub should be having an evening nap now and at times it means you’re also napping so he doesn’t want to disturb either one of you. It’s the light sniffing that makes his senses perk up almost immediately. So iii is kicking off his shoes in a hurry as he moves towards the sound.

He finds you in the laundry room. Hands clenching onto a white dress he knew you had worn so many times back when you two used to go clubbing still. Your tear-stained cheeks kill him internally. He can handle lots of shit but not you crying. So iii is reaching out to you, making you jump ever so slightly. “Shit, I didn’t hear you”, you breathe out, quickly wiping your damp cheeks. But you know that the damage is done. He saw you. Lying about it would be pointless.

He comes to tower over you, both palms cupping your cheeks as he lifts your face so he can see you better, “Hey, what’s wrong?”, he muses. Blue eyes drowning you in. “Come here look at me”, he urges, reaching down to hold onto your thighs as he lifts you, setting you down on the washing machine. Parting your thighs so he could step between your legs.

You let out a deep sigh, “Just don’t feel like me”, admitting it out loud feeling just painful. “What do you mean by that?”, he has an inkling where this is going but he’s not about to jump to conclusions. Even more so not pointing it out because he doesn’t want to fuel the fire that’s already burning.

“Have you seen my tits my shirt straps are holding on for dear life”, you grunt, with a shake of your head. “Oh I’ve seen them”, iii can’t help but smirk, “wouldn’t mind seeing them more often”, he wiggles his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side so he can lean closer to you.

“iii”, you can’t help a little snort that slips past your lips. “What? I am an honest man”, he puts his palm on his heart before reaching out to squeeze your thighs, “Same goes for your thighs if I could I would be all over you”, he wraps your legs around his torso. You look up at him, “Yeah but I’m… don’t you think that I’m ugly now, not as hot?”, you ask, before chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Not as hot?”, iii raises his eyebrows, “Mama, you are the hottest. Sizzling hot, look”, he presses a finger to the swell of your breast, letting out a hiss before blowing at the tip of his finger as if he had just gotten burnt. You can’t help but let out a laugh as you shake your head, “You’re unbelievable”. A grin spread over his face, “No, you are unbelievable, unbelievably beautiful”, he pointed out, reaching to cup your jaw, “You brought life into this world that’s fucking breathtaking”, he muses against your lips before leaning in to kiss you.

He has the baby sprawled on his forearm. Little koala straddling a tree trunk. He loves it like that. The little kicks growing into sleepy calmness. He’s mixing eggs with a fork with the other hand. Humming a tune beneath his breath, a new melody he’s been working on with the boys.

“I’m not going”, his happy bubble is busted with the sound of your voice as he turns towards you. “What do you mean you’re not going?”, he frowns slightly. Eyes falling over your curves and the summery dress you had on. Maybe not going was a good option. If he got the baby to sleep he would have you all to himself and if he could just yank the skirt part up…

“Look at me”, you huff in frustration making ii blink. “I am looking, I’m looking”, he nods not following your train of thought. “And?”, you say in frustration. He frowns slightly, “And?”, he repeats your question because he’s genuinely not seeing an issue or maybe the dress was new and he should have said something about it. “I look pathetic in this. I can’t go out looking like that”, you pull at the material of your dress before turning to the side, pinching the bride of your nose.

ii bounces the still half asleep baby in his arms, before carefully lowering them into the swing. He doesn’t have to see you. He can feel the tears streaming down your face. Each tear leaving a new crack in his heart. So he’s turning to you, reaching for your hand but you bat his arms away from you. “Nah, I ain’t having any of this”, he muses, stepping in front of you, pulling your hands away from your face, and guiding them over his torso instead.

“Did someone say anything about the way you look?”, he asks, “Cause I am not opposed to shoving drum sticks up someone’s ass”. You just shake your head, “Everything just feels different, I feel like every part of my body is not mine”, you admit, lip wobbling. “You were just pregnant, you’re feeding a child now and your hormones are once again having a field day”, he states firmly, “Why are you taring yourself apart for something so natural and normal?”, “I just want to feel like myself again”, you muttered, resting your head on his chest. “We can go clothes shopping if you hate what you have, clothes are meant to fit you not the other way around. We can go work out together if that would make you feel better and I am not referring to sex, although…”, ii trails off. “ii”, you grunt, making him smirk, “I’m just saying, if you need me home more so you could do more stuff that would make you feel better, you let me know and I will make it happen”, he reaches out, cupping your face. Carefully brush some of your hair away from your face.

Ivy had a feeling that something had been off for some time now. You’ve been pushing his hands away from your body, or simply escaping his embrace. You stopped changing in front of him. Instead opting to take your clothes to the bathroom. But it’s the Sunday morning that does it for him. He had just settled the baby for the morning nap after feeding them the bottle. He hears the shower running and as if on out-pilot, he’s yanking his shirt over his head. Grabbing the baby monitor and walking towards the shared bathroom. He’s tugging at his shorts when his shoulder collides with the door. He frowns, reaching for the handle only to find it locked. A part of him understood your need for alone time but he much rather get told off and be shushed out of the bathroom than be locked out of it.

So he sits on the bed, right in front of the door. Waiting for you to come out. Not angry not frustrated, but feeling the need to finally bring this up. You unlock the door sometime later. Halting mid-step when you see iv sitting there. “I wasn’t expecting you here”, you chuckle slightly. “We always shower together”, he points out. You watch him for a moment. “You locked the doors”, he says softly, “not that it’s a bad thing, you can do that just… I feel like you’ve been avoiding me”. His words make your heart ache.

“And if I’ve done something to upset you, I would love to know 'cause I am too stupid to see that”, he gets up walking closer to you. You let out a deep sigh but don’t push him away this time. Missing his touch just as much. “I’m sorry”, he mumbles, and you shake your head, “You haven’t done anything wrong it’s all on me”, you let your fingers run over his arms as you think over your next words. “I just… I don’t look the same and I… I guess I was hoping I could bounce back and then you wouldn’t have to see me out of shape”. The sentence comes out like one big breath. You watchiv blink slowly. He opens his mouth a couple of times before closing it.

“I’m sorry but that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard”, he shakes his head, “What do you mean bounce back? See what? I’ve seen everything. I put frozen pads in your nickers may I remind you of that, after putting that squirty thing to hose it down”. “It’s a peri bottle, not a hose”, you roll your eyes with a shake of your head. “Doesn’t change the point”, he shrugs.

“I just don’t like how I look and I guess…”, your voice dies down as you bite your lips. “Well, rock into my fucking garden. I’ve done a shit job of reminding you of how beautiful you are to me”, iv wraps an arm over your middle, pulling you close to him. “Should have seen through this. I just thought you needed alone time”. He presses his forehead to yours, “Not running a hate campaign against yourself. We can’t have that, love”. You give him a sad smile, “I’ve missed you”, you mutter. “I’m here and I’m taking over your worshipping”, his hands reach behind your thighs as he pulls you up and into his arms.

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waiting-for-a-sunny-day · 1 year ago

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1. “You think you’re the only one who can find a date?” Geto paused his inspection of himself to meet Gojo's gaze in the mirror. “Ah, no, sorry. You don't go on dates. You have to know the other person's name for it to count as a date.”

Behind the near black of his sunglasses, Gojo’s eyes widened with exaggerated offense.

“You can’t slut shame anymore, Suguru. It’s 2010,” Gojo teased, as he flopped back on Geto’s bed.

“I’m not slut shaming you. I’m saying you’re not in a position to act like me going on a first date is a scandal."

Gojo tipped his head backwards and leveled Geto with an over-dramatic eye roll.

He does that to make people notice how pretty his eyes are.

“It’s not a scandal. It’s…”

Whatever Gojo thought it was was a mystery, because he was uncharacteristically lost for words.

Despite what Gojo might accuse him of, Geto was not a sex negative person or a prude.

He was just madly in love with his best-friend-slash-roommate, and every time Satoru stumbled home with his clothes rumpled and his hair fingered through, Geto felt like burning Tokyo to the ground.

It was all the unhinged, unrealistic pining that led Geto to make this plan in the first place.

The Plan: Geto was going to get over his straight, no-strings-sex-only, relationship-phobic best friend.

Step One of The Plan: Find literally anyone else in the entire world that he could think about kissing without wanting to die.

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A month earlier, he’d gone so far as to get a guy’s phone number. He’d popped into a café after a particularly foul curse he’d absorbed – hoping to wash the taste out of his mouth with tea and a pastry – and the barista had such a stark white shock of messy hair that Geto had done a doubletake to make sure Gojo wasn’t fucking around in a coffee shop on some bizarre mission objective.

The barista had been, admittedly, extremely attractive. His hair was bleached, but it suited him, and he had pleasing, well-proportioned features. Working on pure adrenaline and determination, Geto had asked him for his number. The guy had turned beet red but managed to stutter out his info to Geto.

Almost as soon as Geto left the café, though, the little nits and snags started to pop up in his mind.

Obviously, the eyes were all wrong. The shyness wasn’t right. The smile. His voice. He wasn’t tall enough, and his hands didn’t have that same graceful strength.

It was a laundry list of how fake-Satoru was emphatically not Satoru.

Geto wasn’t even all the way down the block before he deleted the barista’s info from his phone.

Now Geto was on attempt number two: a first date with a man who in absolutely no way resembled Satoru Gojo.

His non-Gojo-ness was exactly what prompted Geto to ask the man at the train station for his number. Shota was short, burly, square-faced, and serious. Geto had only clocked the man’s interest by the overly long looks he’d shot him.

At least I'm good at reading people…

“Hey, you should bring her back here,” Gojo said – pulling Geto’s attention back to the present. “We can watch that new horror movie. Human Earthworm.”

…unlike my oblivious best friend.

“Are you seriously asking to be the third wheel on my date?”

Gojo’s face was upside down - his head practically hanging off the end of Geto’s bed. The odd angle must have been what made Gojo’s smile look off.

“You worried she’ll be more interested in your hot roommate?”

Geto shot him an unamused look.

“I don’t know why anyone agrees to sleep with you,” Geto lied. “Your head’s so big, it seems like a crush risk.”

“They can tell I’m killer in bed,” Gojo smirked. “The risk is worth the reward.”

Geto turned away and pulled at the shirt he was wearing. He didn’t totally love it, but he also didn’t care as much as he should about impressing Shota.

It wasn’t as if Geto was about to fall in love with this train station stranger, but if he at least went through the motions, maybe his brain would get with the program and start considering non-Satoru people as potential romantic interests.

“But, seriously, Suguru,” Gojo said as he folded his hands under his head – making the hem of his shirt ride up. “What’s up with this date? I thought you weren’t into that sort of thing.”

Geto’s eyes drew immediately to the sliver of skin above the waistband of Gojo’s slim-fit black joggers.

The peek of skin couldn’t have been more than an inch wide, but Geto could see twin ridges of definition. The visual set Geto’s mind racing, thinking about the rest of Gojo’s skin.

Damn him for having a nice body.

“I’m trying to make myself get into it,” Geto said, wholly distracted by seeing Gojo’s abs and trying to not let his body get worked up, as if he were still a horny highschooler.

“Ohhh,” Gojo replied, his tone brightening. “I get it.”

Geto’s stomach flopped over as Satoru sprang up.

Did I just out myself?

“What do you get?”

“Nothing,” Geto said with a toothy grin that implied otherwise. “But - just so you know - I like you the way you are, Suguru.”

The idiot part of Geto’s heart – i.e., the whole of it – thumped hopefully.

“If you don’t want to date anyone, don’t date anyone,” Gojo added, cheerily. “I won’t let anyone talk shit about my best friend. I mean, who cares if you’re a virgin?”

Geto’s idiot heart plopped down into his stomach.

Gojo thought he was a crotchety prude who’d rather spend his whole life celibate than have any fun, and he still definitely had Geto squarely in the friend zone.

Obviously you’re in the friendzone, you idiot. He’s straight.

(Complete fic on AO3)

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mingtinysworld · 1 year ago

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Addicted {Part l}

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x fem!reader

Genre: drug dealer au, strangers to lovers, angst, smut, sprinkle of fluff:)

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: You are infatuated with the mystery that is Park Seonghwa, and try to get to know him. Instead you are met with doubts and a life threatening situation.

Warnings: minors DNI, fingering, unprotected sex (plz don’t), drugs obviously, slightly subby seonghwa, humiliation kink, dry humping, slight violence

A/n: hi guys! This is my first fic ever!! I’m trying my best and I plan to improve my writing in the future ofc. Please be kind, and I do not mind constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy and please reblog if you liked it;) mwah - J

⇝ Part 2 of Addicted

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The different sounds and smells around you were so distracting that it made you dizzy. You’re not even sure what convinced you to come to this insane party. Was it the nagging of your best friend Wooyoung, or the knowledge that the Park Seonghwa would be there? Who knows.

Park Seonghwa. Who would’ve thought that someone like you could be infatuated with a dangerous man like him. You were always the innocent kind. Never going to any parties, always studying at home, never even having a boyfriend yet. The typical straight A student. However, you met Seonghwa once in the halls of your university, accidentally bumping into him and losing your balance. You felt your cheeks burning up as Seonghwa held your arms, steadying you. His deep and somber gaze made your heart stutter. Not a single word was exchanged, however you were drawn to him from that day, even if it was morbid curiosity.

According to Wooyoung, Seonghwa was a drug dealer. He went to parties to find his loyal customers, and any curious wanderers. Other than that, nothing much was known about the very mysterious man. Which should’ve set off fire alarms in your little brain, but you chose to brush it off. Instead, you were determined to find out everything you could about your new obsession.

You stand in a corner watching Seonghwa carefully. He’s so quiet, you wonder what he’s thinking. Does he like parties? Does he like to sleep early? Does he like to read? Woah woah why do I care so much. I’m definitely too invested. You scoff at how ridiculous you’re being. As you begin to step away from the wall to find Wooyoung, Seonghwa meets your eyes. It’s almost like you’re being physically held down, it’s hard to even breathe. You feel a magnetic pull towards him and start walking mindlessly.

“Hi” you manage to say breathlessly. He stares for a beat longer. “What’s your name?” His voice is beautiful. Smooth like chocolate with a hint of rasp. “M-my name is y/n.” You fidget in place from your nerves. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” There’s a hint of a smile on his perfect face. Taken aback you start “So what-“ Before finishing your sentence, sirens are all around you. You’re able to see flashes of red and blue before Seonghwa snatches your hand and drags you away from the living room.

You stumble into an empty storage room in a bout of confusion. You start to speak but Seonghwa shushes you. “Shh it’s ok, I know this is scary. We just have to stay here until it’s over.” You want to ask more questions, but his hot body against yours is incredibly distracting. You start to wonder whether the police were for Seonghwa. Even if it was, you couldn’t care less. You liked being with him and were not about to give this up.

While you’re lost in your thoughts, you start to notice something poking against your thigh. You look at him in disbelief and see his sheepish expression. “Are you seriously turned on right now?” You whisper yell. He turns his head in embarrassment and you never thought you would see Seonghwa in this position ever. “I’m sorry I’m sorry, I can’t help it, you’re just so close and oh god,” he rambles off and you can’t help a smirk.

Trying to test the waters, you start moving your leg up and down his crotch. He lets out a desperate whine, and looks immediately ashamed. Feeling proud of yourself, you taunt him. “I can’t believe you’re hard right now, shouldn’t you be terrified of getting caught? Oh, maybe that’s what you want huh.” When he turns his head to you, the air is sucked out of your lungs. His eyes are glossy, filled with pleading.

As you continue your actions, his noises get louder. He grips your hips roughly and keeps you from moving. “Y/n, please I’m gonna come, I wanna come in you.” Flustered, you move off him, and he turns your back to face the wall. In a dazed few seconds your skirt and panties are off and his lips are on yours. He mumbles into your mouth, “you thought you were in charge huh. I don’t think so. Don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you.” When you’re about to respond, he shoves two fingers into your heat. No need to go slow from the amount of wetness that was gushing out of you.

As he thrusts his fingers into you, your head feels like it’s full of cotton. You can’t focus on anything. The sounds from outside the room don’t even compare to the loud squelches and moans coming from you. His fingers are perfectly hitting your sensitive spot, and you can swear black spots appear in your vision. He bends them at a perfect angle, draining your sanity. After a few more minutes, your stomach tightens and you feel like you’re about to explode. “Seonghwa, I-i don’t think I’m,” the thread snaps and you come with heaving breaths. “Holy shit that was…” You have never come so hard before, and you feel so dazed. He grabs the back of your thigh and lifts it up. “Can I?”

You nod, granting him permission, and he enters you inch by inch. Slowly the pain turns into pleasure, and he starts to move faster. His thrusts turn almost animalistic and your back is slamming against the wall. Too far gone with the pleasure you don’t even acknowledge your back literally breaking.

Trying to take in the moment, you see Seonghwa’s bangs getting into his eyes, and his tiny ponytail bobbing up and down. The thought of pulling his ponytail enters your brain, but you’re quick to shake it off, your climax approaching yet again. “Come on baby, come for me,” Seonghwa rasps out. With quick circles on your clit, you cry out as you come all over his cock, creating rings of sticky cum around it.

As you come down from your high, you look at Seonghwa with hooded eyes. He’s panting like he just ran a marathon, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. He looks majestic, like a whole different species of a being. His tattoo on his neck is calling to you, the urge to mark him as yours so strong you physically hold yourself back. You realize you may be addicted to him. He’s staring at you with an unreadable expression.

“Seonghwa, perhaps you should get your dick out of me?” He shakes out of his trance and lets out a little laugh. As he pulls out, you both grimace with the loss of warmth. “You’re something else Y/n, you know that?” You feel a blush coming on, and feel the need to change the conversation. “Are you trying to butter me up so I can buy some drugs from you?”

He sputters in surprise. “Absolutely not, oh my god. Is that all you think of me as?” You take a second to think. It’s not that that’s all you think of Seonghwa as, but you don’t know much else about him. “No, but I do need to get to know you more. If you’d allow me of course.” You make a point to flutter your lashes. You notice his whole body stiffening, stepping away from you. “O-or not, that’s ok as well. You don’t have to…” Flustered, you start grabbing your clothes, and in a hurry leave the room. Seonghwa stays rooted to his spot, not sure what to do.

The embarrassment hits you while you walk home in the chilly night. You shouldn’t have assumed that Seonghwa would want to get to know you more personally. He probably thought of you as just another girl to fuck, just some fun for the night. You can’t get him out of your head, he seems so special and you need him, like a drug. Ironic huh.

So consumed by your thoughts, you don’t notice the group of men tailing you. As they get closer, you start to involuntarily shiver. Deciding to turn around, you’re met with faces of four scary looking men. You start to scream, but a hand is quickly placed over your mouth, muffling your pleads for help.

“So, this is Seonghwa’s new girl. What are you doing with a man like that, sweet thing? You look so…pure, and innocent.” Your blood freezes as he trails his finger down your face, his hot breath making you nauseous. They decide to let you speak.

“I barely know him, I only ever talked to him for the first time today. What do you want from me?” You manage shakily. They all laugh at you, thinking it’s so cute how clueless you are. The biggest man steps forward with giant tattoos spanning across his collarbones. “Oh sweetheart, you’re our key to revenge,” he bends down to eye level, and whispers. “And you are just so, so perfect.” In a split second your vision goes dark as your knees give out, hitting the hard concrete. How are you going to get out of this?

#ateez scenarios #ateez smut #kpop smut #ateez angst #ateez fic #ateez #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa smut #addicted #mingtinysworld

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hyunnieshannie · 2 years ago

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SKZ: In Bed

A shit show of a conversation was started in my writers club discord (Feel free to join!) with @maeleelee & @d4vekat-otp so here are my unhinged thoughts about how SKZ are in bed:

CHAN: SUB / SWITCH (SUB LEANING)

-He has so much control right now, even if it may not seem like it sometimes he just needs someone else to take control.

-Needs to be loved on and pampered, he's tired of taking care of his 7 kids all day

-Would love just being told what to do

-Seriously just tell him what to do, let him turn his brain off for once.

-SO SO SO in love with a calm, sweet, after care ritual:

- cuddling,

- kisses,

-a bath,

-snackies,

-hot chocolate,

- just be gentle with him after <3

MINHO: SOFT DOM

-Everyone imagines Lino as a hard dom. me included. based on his looks and demeanor but what if we based it off how he looks at Jisung?

-Suddenly the man is softer than SoonDoonDori

-Consent is sexy KING: asks if you're okay with everything he does

-SO SO SO passionate

-Gentle unless asked not to be

-Will bring the cats in after sex to let you cuddle up to them because he loves seeing his four babies all together.

-"want me to make you a snack?"

-SO MANY KISSES

-TIGHT cuddles, man will literally NOT let you go

-Would check in to make sure you're not hurt anywhere if he got 'too rough'

-Gives you his hoodie and sweats to sleep in

-HELPS YOU change into everything because "I'm changing the saying from No one helps you once you're fucked." (he's a lil dumb sometimes, he's doing his best okay?)

CHANGBIN: SWITCH (Depending on the day)

-Loves a good rough fuck

-but GOD WOULD HE LOVE being taken care of.

-Either manhandles you with his thicc muscles

- or pouts for you to be gentle with him

-IMMACULATE aftercare (HAVE YOU SEEN HOW SWEET HE IS WITH HIS MOM AND SISTER? HE WAS RAISED RIGHT AND KNOWS HOW TO TREAT A WOMAN)

-Massages!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Bubble Baths <3

-Would CARRY you to the bath <3 (Even if you can still walk. he WILL carry you)

-HE PREPARES!!! Whether he assumes he's gonna get some, or not, hes ALWAYS prepared for what you'll need after just in case! (Like water and snacks, or advil) (he do get a little sleepy after sex please cuddle him)

-PRAISES THE FUCK OUT OF HIS PARTNER 100% SO SO SWEET. "You're doing so good," "You take me so well" JKBDSFJKBVSFKJBGSKJDFVBG

HYUNJIN: SERVICE TOP / SOFT DOM

-Soft boy, Shy when people compliment his looks BUT

-Behind closed doors, he KNOWS. He KNOWS hes hot. and uses it against you

-He's a slut (lovingly)

-LOVES roleplay LOVES being a character so he can forget he was shy earlier about receiving a compliment

-PRAISES YOU "you're so perfect." | "More beautiful than any art piece in any museum" | "Made just for me,"

-SENSUAL ASF

-He wants to be in control, but doesn't want to hurt you ever, only wants to make you feel good

-Will sketch you naked while you look fucked out (paint me like one of your french girls)

-The Most EXTREME Aftercare (it's such a long process)

-Will not let you lift a single finger, while he massages you, helps you bathe, puts lotion on you, gives you a face mask, changes you, and ultimately puts you to bed

-KISSES ALL OVER YOUR FACE before you fall asleep <3

JISUNG: SOFT DOM

-STOP DOING HANJI WRONG AND CALLING HIM BITCHLESS, WHO ARE WE KIDDING? HES NOT BITCHLESS AND WE ALL KNOW IT

-BIAS WRECKS EVERYONE EVERY SINGLE CB? EVEN IF JISUNG ISN'T YOUR BIAS... HE'S STILL YOUR BIAS.

-JISUNG MAY BE SHY BUT HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING.

-LOVES EDGING. (Ignores us on bubble forever, knows we want him, knows EXACTLY when to drop content, and leave us begging him for more)

-HEAD GAME STRONG. PROVE ME WRONG RN.

-LOVES watching you beg for him. "I don't think you deserve it though-"

-WHORE (lovingly)

-WOULD SEXT YOU WHILE EITHER ONE OF YOU IS IN AN IMPORTANT MEETING "How bad do you want me right now?"

-AFTER CARE INCLUDES CUDDLES AND ANIME

-LIKE SO MUCH ANIME (FOKN WEEB)

-Showers TOGETHER. you're not allowed to go in there alone wtf??

FELIX: HARD DOM. / BRAT TAMER

-WHY EVERYONE THINK HES A SUB??

-HATES being seen as a pretty, fragile, princess

-NEEDS to take out his frustrations but what BETTER way than to show his partner whos in charge (Spoiler: It's Him.)

-The type to fuck you against the wall

-Seriously. He wants to pick you up and fuck you against any flat surface he can find- especially- when you piss him off.

-Leaves SO MANY marks on you. "Everyone needs to know who you belong to."

-LOVES face fucking. L O V E S it

-PRAISES YOU (if you deserve it) "Just like that, you're doing so good"

-IF YOU DONT DESERVE IT THO: "Stupid little whore, forgot whos in charge again huh?" (NOT HAPPY. STILL SO HOT OF HIM THO)

-SWEET BABY DURING AFTERCARE, WHOLE 180 CHANGE, "Baby what do you need?" "are you ok my love?" "Thank you for letting me get my anger out..." SO SO SO SO SO SOFT

SEUNGMIN: HARD DOM. FULL ON SADIST.

-Man isn't just a dom. He's a mother fucking SADIST

-Teases you until you cry

-LOVES making you angry/frustrated

-LOVES watching you fight back (like the brat you are)

-LOVES it more to see you lose the fight (Source: Trust me bro)

-TOYS TOYS TOYS.

-LOVES Using toys to overstimulate you.

-THE TYPE TO DO GUIDED MASTRUBATION

-LOVES the power he has over you!!!!!!!!!

-DENIAL. DENIAL. DENIAL. THIS IS BEYOND EDGING. ONE WRONG MOVE AND HE WILL DENY YOU AT LEAST 7 TIMES.

-JEALOUS FUCKING. "so you wanna act up in front of other guys? REMEMBER who fucking OWNS you."

-AFTERCARE IS SO NICE WITH HIM THO. HES A TOTAL PUPPY. Following you around to make sure you're okay, like a dog with its tail between its legs he needs lots of attention, cuddles and kisses. He loves you SO Much, he can't help his jealousy issues...

JEONGIN: HARD DOM

-DOESNT want to be Baby bread. HES SAID IT. (he wants to be Daddy Toast fr)

-Hes SO innocent looking? RED FLAG. HES 100% A WHORE (Lovingly)

-LOVES using his hands and his tongue

-Will over stimulate you with them before he even THINKS of fucking you

-When he DOES fuck you, the grip he has on your body will leave bruises on you for a week

-WOULD MARK YOU SO MUCH

-Wants YOU to mark him in forms of hickeys or scratches

-CHOKING - HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HANDS???????????? (Chanting: BREATH PLAY, BREATH PLAY, BREATH PLAY yeah. Im part of the breath play cult...)

-ALL THE KINKS, HES A FUCKING F R E A K "You see me as a baby? I'm about to prove you wrong little fox."

-WANTS YOU TO WEAR A FUCKING COLLAR WITH HIS NAME ON THE TAG. "You're mine. don't fucking forget it."

-SUCH A BABY DURING AFTERCARE. WANTS CUDDLES, WOULD NUZZLE INTO YOU, BABY FOX IS VERY SHY AFTER LETTING OUT HIS DOM SIDE ON YOU.

Tags @chanlixiiee @amalieworldidk @jaebaebaegot7 @maeleelee @iadorethemskz @maenijw @hangin-out-with-the-street-rats @jinniespuppy @painstakingly-juno @lethallyprotected @elizalabs3 @jisungsbff01 @seungminslittlepup

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mikuni14 · 1 month ago

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High School Frenemy

Like any normal girl, I've always liked a good high school series with strong homoerotic undertones, like Gokusen, Crows Zero, School 2013 😊 I'm an orthodox fan of the School 2013 series and at first I didn't want to watch HSF based on it, because I didn't think they could pull it off (I rate S2013 10/10 and it's one of the best series I've ever seen). For some time now I've been waiting for the series to end to either binge it or skip it, reading reviews in the meantime (thanks to that I saved myself time and sanity by not watching many series that turned out to be bad in the end). I've heard only good things about HSF, I've seen kawaii little videos with MLs so I decided to give it a chance and watched the whole thing right before the finale. So. It wasn't a waste of time, actually it was GREAT 😄 HSF is similar to School 2013 but fortunately it's different enough that you can enjoy both without the joy-depriving comparison. The difference is that S2013 has less fights and more seriousness, while HFS has definitely more scenes with MLs and their relationship. S2013 also has more sub-plots and more characters involved in the plot, whereas in HSF the show is mainly carried by 2 strong characters, and the subplots come more in the second half of the show.

*deep sigh* It was like watching Word of Honor: you know you're technically watching a non-romance, non-BL, but you know, your brain knows and your heart knows thay you're watching a romance and a BL. It can fry your brain if you're not careful 😆

Saint and Shin, have no, I repeat no resistance, no qualms to make the most sappy and sentimental confessions, to sugarcoating their whole conversations with each other in the most tender, romantic way, they would outdo any, even the most romantic couple in the world with their behavior. I absolutely love this lack of shame and embarrassment. When I thought they couldn't get any more romantic, they made up and entered the honeymoon era and I died. Honey dripped off my screen, it was so sweet and mushy 🥰 I suppose, their unique charm is also due to the fact that in many moments when Saint was being particularly sappy and Shin being particularly shy, I was 100% convinced that it wasn't SaintShin but SkyNani 😆

HSF has an incredible amount of kissing moments, not to mention scenes that just beg for angry sex or make-up sex.

I don't know how anyone can pretend that WoH, The Untamed, S2013 or HSF or Steve Rogers and Bucky are not BL lmao. Friends don't act like that and don't say things like that to each other, in that way. Just think how anyone from the outside could walk into any of the aforementioned couples, I mean... the logistics? 😂 Every single one of the guys in the above couples is really obsessed with their "friend", I mean ✨obsessed✨. Plus, no one knows them like their "roommate", the best and the worst, they have a history together, both good and tragic. You can't beat that! They are glued, ingrained to each other too deeply for there to be room for anyone else!

I love how Saint and Shin are so obviously crazy about each other, how perfect they are together, how comfortable they are together, how they sleep in the same bed together, even though they sleep on the floor in other houses, how their parents are fully aware of their incredible relationship, how they lived like zombies for 3 years without each other.

Their tragic story is one of the best I've seen, it's on the level of a Greek or Shakespearean tragedy. An exceptionally strong relationship on the level of soul mates, an exceptionally strong love. A tragic misunderstanding, an accident caused by one of them, unintentional, but laced with fear and resentment of one, which only adds to the already existing colossal sense of guilt. I absolutely love that in both versions, there is a whole range of emotions between the MLs, and they go through each one in turn. It's an emotional buffet in a fancy restaurant, it's got everything and in high quality: fear, longing, resentment, anger, guilt, wanting to forgive, needing to be forgiven, anguish, trust, losing trust, rebuilding trust, love. It all makes their relationship so incredibly compelling and satisfying.

I love how Saint was determined to atone for the wrongs he had done. How he was willing to do anything, how he accepted Shin's anger and resentment, his verbal and physical attacks. Saint not only apologized multiple times, but also worked off his sins. He worked to earn back Shin's and his mother's trust, even when they wore him out for it. That's why this relationship feels so satisfying, to be worked for by them, Saint really tried and nothing Shin said or did discouraged him. I really like that none of this was easy, that Shin's anger, resentment, and pain were noticed by the plot and by Saint.

I really like the fact that both are very strong, yet sensitive and emotional (95% of it was when it was about the other one 😅), that they are each other's strength, but also weakness. That together they are unstoppable. That THEY ARE BOTH EQUAL, both have the same power over each other. Both are presented in the plot as a power couple, as leaders of their groups. Saint is strong mentally, he's also physically stronger than Shin, but he doesn't flaunt his strength, he doesn't have to prove anything. I noticed that despite the fact that he is technically stronger than Shin, he gives the last blow, finishing the main villain, to him. On the other hand, Shin sacrifices himself twice and instinctively covers Saint in danger with his own body. Shin is more shy in their relationship (I feel like Nani was showing through in these scenes lol), he is the one who moderates Saint's crazy antics. Both are very handsome in different ways, Saint is like a bull with his stocky build, he is also the ideal himbo: kind, strong, muscular, mentally a puppy and dumb about his beloved 👌 He has absolutely no shame in showing off his feelings for Shin and gushing how awesome Shin is, which is 100% perfect boyfriend behavior. Shin with his face of a tortured poet with dark circles under his eyes that would have decimated the girls and me at my high school during our grunge years, with his bedroom eyes and the begging-for-kiss mole on his neck, was very seductive 😏

Tl;dr excellent series, excellent couple. Highly recommended.

#high school frenemy #thai drama #I'm gonna tag this:#bl drama #as a form of rebellion lol #saintshin #school 2013

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sissylittlefeather · 9 months ago

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I done did it again, y'all.

Suspicious Minds: Part 1

A/N: I watched the movie Argylle and was hit with some insane inspiration and I just couldn't control it. So, please enjoy the first part of this modern AU spy!Elvis x reader fic. I really wanted this to be a one-shot, but I hit 5k words at what I think is the halfway point and had to split it. I'm really excited to write part 2 for this one...

@ccab You know I love you so much. Thank you for screaming about this with me.

Warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, this is intense, gun violence, espionage, cussing, an erection, masturbation (female), kissing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, I hope that's everything

Word count: ~5.5k

You adjust your glasses and look back at the computer screen. Your mom is always on you about not staring at a screen in the dark. She's convinced you'll ruin your eyesight, but it's not going to get any better, so why worry? Instead, you focus in again and go back to the hacking you've been working on for the past twelve hours. When you get in this mode, you don't sleep. For you it's like a game. You have a mission and you won't stop until you manage to finish it. You mainly do contract work for government agencies, cracking encryptions and writing code to secure against other hackers. But this was a private contract for a company you didn't recognize. Still, the money was unbelievable, so you took the job just as seriously, put on your EDM music, and got to work.

Now, 12 hours later, you throw your hands in the air in celebration. You finally got to what you were trying to get to. Your assignment is to download what you found onto a flash drive and deliver it to a lock box. But instead, you decide to take a peek at what you've uncovered.

It's maps. But they're maps with what look like targets and information that you're pretty sure you shouldn't see. This appears to be information that is vital to national security. You've done this kind of work before, but never for a private contract. You start to wonder if you should give it to the people who have asked for it. The flash drive blinks red to indicate that all of the information is saved. You eject it and hold it in your hand. Then, you set it on your desk and head to bed. It's 3am and the sunrise will be here before you know it.

******

You wake up with a hand on your mouth and scream into his palm.

"Sh sh sh... I'm the good guy. You're okay, honey, hush." You stop screaming mostly out of shock and he takes his hand off of you slowly.

"Who the fuck-" He puts his hand back over your mouth. Your eyes meet his blue ones and he's shockingly reassuring.

"My name is Elvis. I'm here to protect you. So please stop making noise." His southern drawl is comforting, for some reason. He moves his hand off of your mouth again. You whisper.

"Protect me from what? Or whom, I guess?"

"Where is the flash drive?"

"What?" Just then you hear your front door bust open.

"Goddamnit." He stands up away from your bed and you sit up frantically. "Get dressed, but don't make any noise."

He walks into the living room and you slide out of bed to the floor and crawl over to your closet. You grab some jeans and a bra and get dressed as quickly and quietly as you can, purposely ignoring the sounds of the struggle coming from the living room. But when you hear what sounds like a silenced gunshot, you gasp and run to the doorway. Elvis turns to you, having just shot a man who lays on your carpet bleeding.

"Go back in your room!" The other guy grabs him and punches him in the face, causing him to drop the gun. They trade hits back and forth and you watch. At one point, Elvis kicks the gun and it slides over and hits your feet. The other guy gets him in a headlock and he hollers to you.

"Throw me the gun!"

"The what?" You're so in shock that you can't understand the words he's saying.

"The gun! At your feet!" You look down and see it there, but your brain has a hard time making sense of what's happening. "Just pick it up and throw it to me!"

You pick up the gun and hold it in your hand. You've never held a gun before. It's heavier than you expected.

"Honey, throw it!" You look up at Elvis and he's struggling with the guy wrapped around his neck. You toss it gently and it lands about a foot away from him. He shakes his head at you and then grunts, throwing the guy over him onto the floor. You gasp as he grabs the gun and shoots the guy in the head. As the blood spreads over your floor, you inhale sharply and start to pass out. Elvis catches you and shakes you.

"Not yet, baby. Where is the flash drive?"

"The what?"

"The flash drive! With the information you downloaded from earlier!"

"Oh! It's on my desk." You walk to it and grab it, holding it up for him to see. He snatches it away from you.

"We need to hide this somewhere they'll never expect. Go get your dildo."

"My what?!"

"Your dildo, I'm going to-"

"I do not have one of those."

"Yes, you do. It's pink."

"How do you-"

"Not important! Go get it!" You purse your lips and run to your nightstand.

"It's a vibrator, not a dildo."

"Okay, whatever. Lemme have it." You hand it to him and he opens the end, dumping the batteries on the ground. He slides the flash drive into it and then closes it again.

"Wait... will I get it back?" He walks to you and put his hand on your cheek.

"Honey, stick with me long enough and you won't need it anymore." You blush. He's unimaginably attractive, but you try to ignore what he just said. "Pack a bag. We need to go."

You grab a duffel bag and throw some clothes and toiletries in it as fast as possible. Before you zip it up, he tosses the vibrator in the top and lets you close it.

"Wait. Why should I trust you?" He stops and turns back to face you, running his hand through his black hair in exasperation.

"Honey, I just killed two guys to protect you. You really need to ask that?" You shrug your shoulders and look up at him.

"I don't know you." He grabs your shoulders and looks into your eyes.

"My name is Elvis Presley. I'm an agent for the good guys. I'm here to take care of you and make sure no harm comes to you or that flash drive of information you collected. I promise you can trust me. Now, we need to go. Are you coming?"

You look into his face for half a second and then nod. You're not sure where this is going or even how you got here, but you have no choice other than to trust this man.

You run down the stairs of your apartment building with him close behind you. He puts his hand on the small of your back and practically pushes you toward his car. When you get to it, your mouth drops open. It's a 1970 Stutz Blackhawk.

"Isn't this a little conspicuous?" You ask as you slide into the passenger seat. He gets in and closes the door, starting it up.

"It's too conspicuous. No one would ever think it's mine. What kind of spy drives a car like this?"

"Are you James Bond?" He laughs as he pulls out onto the street.

"No. Bond is British." You think it's interesting that that's what he chooses to prove his difference. Like everything else about them is the same. You look out the window as buildings flash by. The sun is starting to peek over the horizon and it hits you that you've only had a couple of hours of sleep.

"Where are we going?" You ask sleepily, yawning.

"Somewhere safe. But we won't be there for a while. You can go to sleep." You shake your head and try to stay alert.

"No. I'm okay." But you're not. Not at all.

"Honey, this is going to be a long road. You should rest while you can. I won't let anything happen to you." He reaches out and pats your knee softly. You look down at his hand. It's an unexpectedly kind gesture. The exhaustion sets in and you decide to trust that you're safe with him, for now at least. You lean your head against the window and close your eyes, sleep setting in before you have time to think of anything else.

******

You wake up and stretch. That was the strangest dream. It feels like you're on a couch though. You don't remember it, but you must've fallen asleep in the living room after finishing your work.

"You're awake."

You sit up suddenly. It wasn't a dream. He's real. You look around the room and try to figure out where you are, but your surroundings are completely unfamiliar.

"Where are we?"

"Somewhere safe. Are you hungry?" The smell of bacon makes your stomach growl.

"Yes."

"I'm not much of a cook, but I made some peanut butter and banana sandwiches, if you want one." You frown.

"Why do I smell bacon?" A wide smile spreads across his face and a boyish charm shines through that you didn't expect from a hot shot agent.

"C'mere." You walk to the table and he sets a plate in front of you. On it is a sandwich with peanut butter, bananas, and bacon. You wrinkle your nose. "Just try it before you make that face."

You cautiously take a bite. It's better than you expected. Much better. You look up at him surprised and he holds his hands out.

"See! It's good!"

"It really is." He sits down next to you and you both eat your sandwiches. After a few more bites, a thought comes to you. "How did I get in here?"

"I carried you." He says it matter-of-factly like it's something he does all the time.

"Oh. What time is it?" You look around the room for a clock and realize for the first time that you don't have your phone. You must've left it in your apartment.

"It's a little after 2pm. You slept for a while."

The conversation continues and you make small talk. Once you finish eating, you work together to clean up the kitchen and then settle on the couch. It's very small, so you have to sit pretty close together. He turns on the TV and you spend the bulk of the afternoon there. For dinner, he orders a pizza and you sit together and eat awkwardly again. The evening passes in front of the TV and before you know it, it's time for bed. He stands up and walks from room to room.

"I'll be damned." He shakes his head frustratedly.

"What?"

"There's only one goddamn bed in this house. I'll have to sleep on the couch." You both look over at the tiny couch. It's essentially a love seat, so there's no way he will fit on there comfortably.

"Or I could?"

"No, you need to be in the bed behind a door, in case someone comes in during the night." You swallow deeply. That prospect is terrifying.

"O-okay, then. Goodnight..." He nods and you take your bag into the room with the bed. Once you have your pajamas on, you settle into the bed and the reality of your situation hits you. It's like the adrenaline from the day wears off and it becomes clear to you just how scary things are right now. The tears gather in your eyes and then start to slide down your face. Will your life ever go back to normal? What happens if these guys catch up to you? Before you know it, you're crying pretty hard, holding yourself and trying to breathe.

Elvis sits on the couch in the living room and tries not to hear you crying. He's been assigned to protect plenty of women, but there's something about you that makes him a little crazy. He shouldn't even think about what he's considering right now. Still, he considers it as the sounds of you crying come from the bedroom. It's torture for him to know how scared and alone you must be in there. He lays back on the little couch and tries to get comfortable.

"Goddamnit."

You're in the bed with tears on your cheeks when you hear the door open. You sit up quickly and see Elvis in the doorway.

"You alright?"

"No. Why the fuck would I be alright?! My life is literally in shambles. And I'm stuck here with..."

"With me?"

"No, that's not what I meant. I just mean... I'm scared. And I have no one." He sits down next to you on the bed. He almost whispers.

"You have me." You look up at him and he reaches out and wipes the tears off your cheek with his thumb. You're not sure why he's being so sweet to you, but it's exactly what you need right now.

"Will you... will you stay with me?" He clears his throat and pulls his hand back.

"Oh... you know..."

"Never mind. It's okay." You look down at your hands in your lap and try to ignore the lump in your throat.

"Yes. I'll stay in here with you. It's probably better that I stay close to protect you anyway. And there won't be any sleeping on that couch. The bed is the better option." You look up at him and nod.

Yes, he's sleeping with you because the couch is too small. Not because he can't stop wondering what it would feel like to wrap his arms around you. You lay down and he lays down next to you without touching you. You reach over and turn the lamp off.

"Well, goodnight." He looks over at you in the dark.

"Goodnight, Elvis."

You both lay there silently trying to fall asleep. It takes a while, but eventually you drift off.

******

In the morning, you wake up with your back pressed against him and his arm around you. You don't think anything of it really until you feel him. He has a massive erection and it's currently pushing up against you. You start to giggle uncontrollably and your movement wakes him up.

"What's going on? Why are you laughing?"

"Y-you..." You get out in between giggles. "I can feel you..."

"Fucking hell." He rolls away from you quickly, but it's even more obvious when he's on his back. "Goddamnit. I'm sorry."

He sits up on the edge of the bed facing away from you.

"I'm sorry. I just... it's morning... God..." You're laughing so hard that you can hardly breathe. He stands up and walks quickly to the door, muttering as he goes. "I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

He leaves you in the room laughing and hoping that he doesn't sleep on the couch.

The day passes slowly and awkwardly with the two of you eating sandwiches and watching TV again. Around noon, you decide to take a shower.

"I'm not sure that's smart."

"Why not?"

"I can't protect you if I can't see you." You roll your eyes.

"I've been fine this whole time. I think I'll be okay for a twenty minute shower." He thinks for a minute.

"Leave the door cracked."

"What? No!" He sighs, exasperated.

"I won't look. I'll just be able to hear you and get in fast if anything happens. Otherwise, no shower."

"Okay, fine."

You leave the door cracked and get into the shower, looking in the mirror to make sure he isn't watching. He's nowhere to be found, so you relax and let the hot water wash over you. It feels so good running down your skin, cutting hot pathways on your shoulders and thighs. Suddenly, a thought wriggles its way into your brain and won't go away. You imagine him in the shower with you, pressed up against your back. What you felt this morning is hard to ignore and you wonder what he looks like without his clothes on. You think about his hands running over your body and before you know it, it's not the shower making you wet. You peek in the mirror again to make sure Elvis is still not looking. When you're satisfied he's not there, your hand slides down the front of your abdomen until your fingers find your clit. You begin to make circles and think about his mouth. He has a beautiful mouth and the thought of it pressed to you as his tongue makes circles on you just about drives you wild. You slide a finger into yourself and pump it in and out as you continue to rub over and around your sensitive bud. Then, you imagine him on top of you, slamming his cock into you and without thinking, you moan.

"Elvis..." You say it quietly, but it's loud enough for him to hear it with the door cracked. He stands just outside and looks in the mirror to make sure you're okay. He can see the outline of your body through the foggy glass shower door. That's when he realizes what you're doing and swallows hard. When you cum, hard, on your own hand and say his name again, he almost loses it.

He cannot be having these thoughts about you. Sure, he's had sex with girls on missions before, it's practically his trademark, but something about this feels different. He doesn't want to fuck you. He wants to make love to you. And that thought terrifies him. He peels himself away from the door and goes to sit back on the couch. His erection is back, but there's not much he can do about it right now, so he tries to think of anything else to make it go away. He's dying to go into the other bathroom and do exactly what you just did, but he can't leave you alone. Instead, he tucks himself up under his belt quickly when he hears the water turn off.

"FUCK." He hits the couch next to him and then sits with his head in his hands. This cannot be happening.

"Are you okay?" He looks up at you quickly, standing there with your hair wet.

"Mhmmm. Yep, I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." You think to yourself that he looks like he's about to cry.

"Well I am. Let's just... watch TV, okay?"

"Okay..." You sit down on the couch next to him and spend the rest of the afternoon watching TV. What you don't know is that Elvis is in misery being so close to you without touching you. And what he doesn't know is that you want him to touch you more than anything in the world.

******

Finally, evening comes and you start to get hungry.

"What's for dinner?"

"Well. I'm kind of a one-trick pony in the kitchen. I don't think you want another sandwich." He seems to have relaxed after whatever happened earlier.

"I can cook."

"Or we can just go get something."

"No, I'd like to cook for you. As a thank you for protecting me." He tries not to give himself away by how he looks at you, but the tension between you is palpable. "Can we go to the store? Is that allowed?"

"Yes, that should be fine. If they knew where we were we'd know it by now."

You get back into the Blackhawk and make your way to the grocery store. You're in a small town away from where you live, so there's only one store. Elvis stays close to you as you wander the aisles for what you need to make dinner. You also grab some essentials. He's not sure how long you'll have to be at the house, so you get food to keep you sustained for at least a few days. Once you've gotten everything you need and checked out, you make your way back to the house and get to work in the kitchen.

He watches as you move around gracefully and longs to put his arms around you. You notice him staring and decide he needs a task.

"Get over here and chop something."

"Yes ma'am." He salutes you jokingly and you set him up with some peppers.

"Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"My grandmother. She was an amazing cook. I spent summers with her when I was a kid, so she was able to teach me."

"That's nice."

"What was your family like? Or can't you tell me?"

"I probably shouldn't." You nod. It makes sense that he can't divulge any personal secrets. But he just can't seem to tell you no. "Fuck it. I was very close to my mother growing up. There were a lot of times when it was just me, her, and the shirts on our backs. My father worked a lot. And then she died when I was 23. I had just joined the army."

He gets very quiet and looks down at the vegetables he's chopping intentionally. You walk over and put your hand on his arm gently. The contact makes his heart jump.

"I'm sorry for your loss." He looks down into your face, his eyes flicking between yours and then down to your mouth momentarily. It takes everything in him not to lean down and kiss you.

"Thank you. Anyway I joined the military and was recruited by... who I work for now... and the rest is history."

Finally, the food is ready and you sit down to eat together again. He's impressed by your culinary skills and spends the next few minutes gushing about how good dinner is. The conversation continues and you talk about everything and nothing. Somehow, you make your way around to talking about music.

"Here's a fun question: what do you like better, singing or dancing?" He asks you as the meal comes to a conclusion.

"I'm not much of a singer, but I also don't dance, so I'm not sure how to answer that question." You respond and he laughs.

"You don't dance?"

"Well, I never really have before. Haven't had much opportunity. I was too big of a nerd to go to high school dances and in college I pretty much kept to myself."

"Then, it's not that you don't dance, you just haven't yet. We need to fix that." You're surprised by his enthusiasm, but he's eager for an excuse to touch you. He turns on the radio and finds a station with a good song.

"Really, it's okay. I don't really want to dance."

"C'mon, it's not hard." He puts his arm around your waist and pulls you in close to him. You both breathe deeply and he takes your hand in his. He moves you around the room effortlessly and your embarrassment melts away. The feeling of his arm around you is enough to distract you from anything. He dips you and spins you and before you know it you're both laughing. Eventually the song ends and he holds you close to him and looks down into your face. The next song is a slow one, so he begins to sway gently.

"See, dancing's not so bad."

"No, it's fun with you." You look up at him and his eyes flick down to your lips. He wants to kiss you. You can tell. And you want to let him.

He slowly leans forward, hovering above your mouth with your noses touching. It seems like he's trying to decide something. Eventually, he moves the slightest bit forward and presses his soft lips to yours. The kiss is a sweet one, and he kisses you again like this several times. The fourth time he kisses you, though, he parts your lips with his and dips his tongue into your mouth. By this point you've stopped dancing and both of your arms are around his neck, with both of his around your waist. The heat between you picks up as your mouths move together in a rhythm.

Suddenly, he stops and pulls away from you. He runs his hand through his hair and sighs.

"Y/n, I can't. I can't do this."

"Oh... okay..."

"I'm sorry. You should go to bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"Okay. I'm sorry if I-"

"You didn't do anything wrong. It's me." You nod your head and walk away from him to the bedroom. After closing the door, you change into your sleeping t-shirt and crawl under the covers. The bed seems lonely without him.

In the living room, he paces back and forth, sitting down periodically. He's going through everything in his mind and trying to convince himself that there's nothing there for you. That he can reasonably fuck you and then move on like he always has. But these thoughts are invaded by other ones: the sound of your laugh, the softness of your smile, the grace with which you moved around the kitchen, and your voice saying his name in the shower. He's never been so frustrated by a woman. He starts to get a little angry. What is it about you anyway? Who are you to come into his life and interrupt it like this? He has a job to do. You're the one being all distracting and unprofessional. He needs to set you straight. You need to know that this is completely inappropriate.

You're almost asleep when the door opens dramatically. You sit up on the side of the bed and Elvis stomps over to you and sits next to you.

"You know why I can't do this, right?" He asks aggressively. You're not sure where this anger is coming from.

"Yeah, it's your job-"

"It is my job! My job is to protect you, not... this... whatever this is..." He gestures frantically to the space between you.

"Elvis, I'm not sure why you're yelling at me." He yells even louder.

"Because! You're making me feel things I don't want to feel!" He looks at you desperately, chest heaving. Your heart is pounding.

"I'm-"

His lips crash into yours with a feverish need. Everything he's just said goes out the window as his hands run over your body and he kisses down your neck. You whimper and he groans with the intense passion. He pulls your t-shirt up over your head and off, tossing it to the side. One hand immediately goes to your breast while his mouth explores the opposite nipple. Your hands are in his hair as he works, your head thrown back in pleasure. The sensation of his lips on your breast is exquisite and you moan as he lightly pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your fingers go to the buttons on his shirt and you fumble with them for a while before he just rips it open and lets you push it backwards off of his shoulders.

He lays you down on the bed surprisingly gently and kisses down your stomach. The only thing separating you from him is your white cotton panties. He sits up on his knees, erection stretching the fabric of his pants, and hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties. His eyes search yours for permission and you nod slightly as a smile spreads across his face. He pulls your panties down your legs and off and then presses his lips to your ankle. Pushing your legs open, he drags his finger up your slit to the bundle of nerves at the top.

"Can I make you feel good, baby?" He asks as he makes circles on you.

"God, yes, Elvis, please." You whine as he settles between your legs. He starts by pushing his tongue into you and then licking up either side of your sensitive bud. You need him to touch the right spot with his tongue so badly it almost hurts. Your legs shake with desire and he hovers about an inch away from you. You feel his breath on you and it feels like you might die with how close he is. Then, he very softly flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue. "Fuck! Elvis, please!"

Your back arches and your hips buck as you practically beg him. He continues to flick your clit with his tongue, though, adding a little more pressure each time. With each flick of his tongue, the blood rushes to your core and you feel your climax building. Finally, when you're about to scream and your orgasm is just seconds away, he dives in fully, licking your pussy with the entirety of his tongue.

"OH FUCK, ELVIS!" Your orgasm hits you like a runaway train, setting off fireworks all over your body as the pulsating waves of pleasure crash into you. He licks you through your release until you come back down to earth. Then, he sits up and wipes his face with his hand.

"I want- no, I need to make love to you. Please let me make love to you." You sit up and unbutton his pants, pushing them down to free his cock. He grunts as you take him in your hand and pump him, gently moving his foreskin back and forth.

"What are you waiting for?" You whisper. He moans deep in his throat and leans forward on top of you, kicking his pants the rest of the way off. Holding himself in one hand, he teases your clit with his tip and then lines up with your entrance. He begins to push into you slowly, giving your body a chance to adjust to his size. You feel every inch of his cock as he enters you and it fills you up perfectly. Once he's pushed into you fully, he slides almost all the way out and with a slow, deep roll of his hips fills you again. He continues to thrust into you, slow and deep, over and over. His rhythm is steady, his pace dramatic and soulful. You begin to moan softly each time his hips meet yours and he grunts in reply. There's something overwhelmingly sexy about how he's taking his time, filling you, pulling back, and then slowly filling you again. Sweat drips down his face, gathers on his chest, and wets his hair on his brow, matching your own. The feeling of him inside you is unlike anything you've ever experienced before. He reaches down to hold one of your hips, thrusting somehow even deeper than he already was. With every pump, his dick rubs against your g-spot and the slow pace has you dancing on the edge of another orgasm. Just when you think the lovemaking can't get any sweeter, he leans forward and captures your lips in a deep kiss. Then he presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes. All the while, he's still sliding in and out of you, pushing deeper with each thrust.

"Goddamnit, baby. You feel so good." He kisses you again and his pace speeds up the slightest bit. Every time your hips meet, it feels like the next thrust will send you over the edge.

Without pulling out, he rolls over on his side and brings you with him, throwing your leg over his hip. He goes back to thrusting, increasing his speed, but not changing the depth of his strokes. Your eyes meet and his blue ones search yours for something. You're not sure what he's looking for, but you hope he finds it.

"Y/n, I- FUCK." He's interrupted when the coil of his orgasm snaps and he cums hard inside you, closing his eyes and shuddering against you. His release pushes you over the edge and you tumble into oblivion with him, pulsing and fluttering around him. He presses his forehead to yours again as he pumps weakly a few more times and then pulls out of you. Kissing your lips, he rolls over on his back and pulls you onto his chest.

"What were you going to say?"

"Hmm?"

"Right before you came. You were saying something."

"Oh, it was nothing." He thinks to himself that it absolutely was not nothing, but he was probably just caught up in the moment. It doesn't need saying now.

You nod and snuggle into him, hoping he doesn't try to go sleep on the couch. He doesn't, thankfully. He stays right there in the bed with you. He knows it's stupid and inappropriate, but he no longer cares. Maybe you'll be stuck together in the safe house for a long, long time. This is his last thought before you both drift off to sleep.

******

You wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the feeling of Elvis wrapped around you, both of you still naked. You're just about to revel in the closeness and daydream about what you'll do stuck in the safe house today, but Elvis sits straight up in bed.

"What-?"

"Shh, honey, hush." He says it quietly and you start to get scared. "Someone's in the house."

He jumps out of the bed and grabs his pants, pulling them on without buttoning them, and gets his gun from the nightstand. You don't even remember him putting it there.

"Get dressed, quickly and quietly." You nod and slide out of the bed, gathering your clothing and slipping it on silently. He positions you so that you can't be seen from the door and then opens it, gun in hand.

"Ah, Agent Presley. You're awake."

******

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anon1nn1t · 2 years ago

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i'll be honest, this is very basic. but could i get a "nsfw georgenotfound headcanons" with medium fries and a large coke?? anything you think would fit will do :o my brain is going bonkers over these types of fanfics xx

— the person you can call flower:D

now excuse me, while i get this dumb burger king commercial stuck out of my head:)

Hello Flower !! And yeah, I feel you. 😖 I’m such a George simp. 👉👈 Also, I tried to write this with our knowledge of George’s personality outside of streaming. Sorry if this is all over the place and that it took forever, but here you go !! One last thing, I may add more to this over time. :)

Feel free to send requests <3

I think that because he's bad at showing his emotions, he lets them out during sex. This leads me to think he's usually dominant but also wouldn't mind being submissive.

Exhibitionism. That's it.

George is a boob guy. You can tell by the way he reacted to Jack asking him if he likes boobs. 😭

I feel like he would not initiate quickies. If you wanted to, he would, but he would rather wait until he could take his time with you. Mainly because it usually takes him some time to tell you when he needs you like that.

You can expect lots of low grunts and groans, but don’t expect full-on moans unless he’s being submissive.

Not big on aftercare. He will of course ask you if you need anything and will do whatever you ask, but besides that, he just heads off to sleep.

I feel like he’s a sucker for neck kisses ?!

Like he absolutely adores hickeys. 😵‍💫 Giving and receiving.

Definitely will try having you suck him off, under his desk, while he's streaming.

PRAISE. KINK.

"That’s my girl" "Doing so good for me" "Just like that"

Def has some sort of music playing. It doesn’t matter what it is, he just doesn't like the background silence.

Even if he's being a hard dom, he's still constantly asking if you’re okay.

"Is this okay?" "Does that feel good?" "Are you still here love?" "Stay with me, baby"

Eye contact turns him on so much, but it also makes him sooo nervous.

If you tell him you love him during sex, consider him gone. Mans actually will cum on the spot. But it will also be a rare opportunity where he says, "I love you too" without a sarcastic remark or nervous laugh.

Every. single. time. you shed a tear he will ask for your color, and I mean every. single. time. He can not tell if it’s out of pain or pleasure. If you say green he will just simply wipe away your tears and carry on.

He doesn’t act like it, but he really loves you on his lap. Pulling your ass against him when you’re cuddling, pulling you onto him when he’s streaming without a face cam.

If you wear his hoodie or sweatpants … oh boy.

I feel like he either has a really high or really low sex drive ?!

I think he’d typically only go for a few rounds by choice. 🤷‍♀️ But he can go for as many as you want.

Loves loves loves getting his hair pulled.

He also loves getting grabbed by his waist.

As we know, George was a party animal, so he’s definitely experienced

His favorite position is definitely doggy. For multiple reasons of course, but mainly because if you can see what he’s doing, and he can see what you’re doing, he’s pretty awkward.

If he’s being submissive, I feel like he would not only dislike degradation, but actually hate it ?!

He also wouldn’t be that into it when he’s dominant; unless you want it, then you get as you wish.

If he’s really lost in the moment, he’ll cum inside you. But if he’s in his right mind, he definitely prefers to cum on your stomach.

He’s lowkey very possessive of you. I feel like one thing he would never do is have a threesome, foursome, etc.

He loves teasing you so much. Especially acting like he doesn't even realize what he's doing. But when you tease him? He’s an absolute mess.

He loves overstimulating you so much. Like seriously, he will make you cum over and over and over and never get bored.

Honestly, he’s just down to do whatever you want. He loves you so much, and since this is one of the only times he feels free to express it, he’ll do whatever you want to make you happy.

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lixenn · 3 months ago

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OCtober 2024 day 9: relationships

I'm taking this oppurtunity to offer more insight into Dan's platonic relationships since the romance features heavily in the later part of the sequel and I'm not really comfortable sharing snippets from that story until everything is properly hammered out.

So, I will talk a bit more about Dan's friendship with Vlasta. For everyone new: Vlasta is heavily inspired by my dear friend @childe-of-saulot and I love them to bits even though it feels like I don't talk much about them on tumblr OTL

Vlasta is part of Varia Housekeeping and they work as a gardener but honestly they will do all sorts of menial tasks as they are really the opposite of squeamish. Their friendship with Dan started mostly with their common interest in plants and developed from there. Dan likes Vlasta a lot, though he's often heavily exasperated with their freaky sex life and their wish to include him in on it. Otherwise they get along fine, bonding over poisonous plants and trolling people with their matching deadpan faces.

On other news! I have finally named Dan's brother, once again thank you @myrmyrtheorca for your help, I'd be lost without you bud 🫡💜

Anyways enough of my yapping enjoy the snippet under the cut, hope you guys like it 🫡

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Dan gave Vlasta a hard stare. “No, you aren’t allowed to sleep with my sister.”

That earned him their special version of a pout, which took the form of a slight frown and crossed arms. “Why not?”

“First of all: she’s married.”

“I don’t see your point, that’s just makes her hotter.”

“Second of all,” Dan stressed before Vlasta can go on more about his sister’s hotness. “she doesn’t do casual intimate relationships. Also, she prefers men.”

The smirk on Vlasta’s face filled Dan with pure dread. Whatever would come out of their mouth was going to require heavy brainbleach, he could already tell.

They tilted their head, eyes glinting, probably smelling Dan’s desperation in the air. “I could fuck her better than any man she’s ever been with.”

Goddammit.

Dan wanted to crawl into a hole and never speak to another person again. He would never be able to unhear this, it was going to turn up in his nightmares. Maybe he should just bash his head against the wall in the hopes that it would give him temporary amnesia.

…

No, he couldn’t afford to lose the brain cells.

He sighed. “No fucking my sister, don’t even talk about sex and Rina in any kind of context. Actually, don’t think about her at all.”

His words were met with more frowny pouting. “You’re such a buzzkill sometimes, Chief.”

“Excuse me for not being interested in my sister’s sex life,” Dan deadpanned, hoping to end this discussion to spare him further psychic damage.

But Vlasta was on the hunt now and they showed him no mercy.

“So, about your parents-”

He didn’t let them finish. “No! No fucking my parents either, what is wrong with you?” He held up his hand. “Don’t answer that.”

Vlasta closed their mouth, actually looking disappointed like they would have been delighted to list all their mental illnesses in alphabetical order. They probably had it written down somewhere to show it off to anyone interested because “tmi” is not part of their vocabulary.

“Wait.” Goosebumps ran down Dan’s spine, he might develop an allergy to Vlasta’s voice if this continued. “Don’t you have a brother?”

Dan was ready to utter another scathing retort on how his family members are entirely of limits for Vlasta’s version of bonding-activities, but he stopped himself at the last moment. Turned the words over in his head. Inspected them from head to toe. Considered the situation. And made a choice.

“Fine.”

Surprise crept on Vlasta’s face. “Fine? Seriously? Just like that?”

Dan nodded. “Just like that.”

“Why?”

Now, Dan could lie here. Make up some bullshit, smidge the truth a bit. His pokerface was excellent and while Vlasta might be able to see through him because they are observant and used to his lack of facial expressions, they might just roll with it if it was funny enough. Or they might call him out but it’s not like Dan ever really cared when somebody commented on his hypocrisy. Shame? Don’t know her.

But.

He didn’t really want to, so he just went with the truth.

“I don’t like him.”

“You… don’t like him.”

It was hard to pinpoint Vlasta’s tone. The slight curve to their lips and the tilt of their head hinted at a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Like a cat finding a new toy it can destroy. But one never can be sure what really goes on in Vlasta’s brain, for that way lies madness and chaos which was better left alone.

“Yeah,” Dan shrugged. “He’s a bit of a stuck-up twat to be honest. You can have him if you want, just don’t do permanent damage it would make Ma’ sad.”

Vlasta smirked. “Oh, we wouldn’t want upset Ma’, would we?” At his sharp look, they held up their hands in surrender. “No worries, Chief. I will take good care of your brother.”

Dan imagined Francesco facing what Vlasta would consider good care. And burst out into pearling laughter. His brother would be horrified, scandalized, shaken to his very core.

Honestly deserved. He really needs to get that stick out of his ass.

His chuckles died off, mouth hurting from laughing so hard. He gave Vlasta a small grin, relishing in their widened eyes. “Sure, have fun. Say hi to Checco for me, will you?”

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an-obsessed-cactus · 9 months ago

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I think i may be asexual?!

(okay this got longer than expected and i wanted to stop talking cuz ppl won't read it if it's so long and then i realized I'm not here to please anybody and i just wanna process some stuff so. yeah. also i come to realizations farther down that contradict some stuff from the beginning but I'll just leave my whole thought process here)

fun. um. I've realized I'm not straight two years ago and then started learning more about all things LGBT related and think myself educated enough on this topic but.

I've been pondering my sexuality and gender identity again more in recent days and. today i randomly stumbled across a yt video where the author (are you an author on yt? my brain is glitching rn)(also the 'author' in question is @jaidenanimationsofficial wonderful videos love the animation and the humor) talks about being aroace. few hours pass, my stomach hurts like hell so i go to lay down and sleep a bit, wake up and have a realization.

i googled again what asexuality is and read some more on this. i did this before and i guess i didn't see myself in it? so i kinda crossed it off the list of possible identities. i guess because i do want to have sex. i think. I'm not opposed to it and i get horny lmao. but that's only with fictional characters and works? like i just think: that was very sexy of you. but in a platonic way?! sex doesn't cross my mind. (also can you get aroused by music? or a good written work? or movie? like not even the characters but the work itself?) sorry i dunno I'm confused.

anyway i got a bit off track. what i wanted to say was that i suddenly remembered a convo i had with my sister a while ago where we talked about what is the difference between friendship and a romantic relationship. and she said it's that u wanna have sex with them and i was like ... i don't really think that's it...

and like. i get crushes i think. but I've never experienced this want to have sex with a particular person at least that i could remember. like a want to have sex? i guess yeah i mean not rlly sth i think about much but it's not unprecedented(see: i get horny)

honestly I'm not even sure anymore if im not aromantic as well. cuz queerplatonic sounds more like my jam?

like i felt(feel?) like omnisexual described me well because i think I'd be attracted to who the person is at their core. what if ur straight as a girl, date a boy, and then it turns out he's trans? i dunno i feel like gender isn't this fixed thing which then kinda creates problems when labeling urself with a certain sexuality. aaaa people came irl and i lost my train of thought. um. i feel like labeling myself anything other than omnisexual would feel limiting. even if i never developed a crush on a girl for example (i did), i still feel like i could potentially. like there's nothing stopping me. why shouldn't I?

OKAY SO

that was written yesterday. it is now today and i have a whole lot of new thoughts and realizations.

I had a bit of a marathon with @jaidenanimationsofficial videos and i came across an older one she mentioned in the previous one i watched about being aroace(ik it's a mess) about how she couldn't understand why when romantic feelings are not mutual people don't just continue being friends. and i was like EXACTLY WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?! and um. ahem. do u really see it as a problem? I guess if everyone does. but I'm starting to seriously consider if I'm aroace as well which woah there. this happened in a span of a day and I'm not sure it's real and it doesn't feel real? some time will have to pass for me to check out this theory cuz. ppl often say they felt like there was sth wrong with them and then they discovered these terms and were like aHA that's it! that explains everything! and I didn't... have that? and I'm not sure to what extent i identify with aroace because reasons(ill talk about some of it below). and I'm not saying that not having this realization moment or not feeling like sth is wrong with me through my life devalidates my orientation and stuff but it makes me doubt i guess?

i also came to an important discovery that aroused and horny are not the same. who would have thought?! I said above i get horny but apparently being horny means to want to have sex. and i just get the physical part aka arousal. fun. someone help pls im so confused.

okay for the last part(which prolly won't be the last part but one can hope right?)

i said i realized i wasn't straight two years ago. that was when i realized i like my best friend as more than i friend. well it wasn't exactly that simple. tbh i think Lucifer(the series i am NOT a satanist) helped a lot with that? like i knew about some lgbt stuff before because I'm alive on this planet but it kinda made me think about a lot of stuff, and between that stuff was my sexuality as well. idk. it's not like i had a crush on any of the female characters. just got me thinking for some reason. like why is having sex with people you're not romantically involved with wrong? why is prostitution wrong if u enjoy it and get money for it and it's well managed and secure? but that's beside the point.

well anyway I didn't know what i felt towards my bff(I'll say bff cuz bf also stands for boyfriend so it feels weird) but it felt like more than friendship. didn't feel like sth romantic tho. then i discovered queerplatonic relationships exist and i was like i think that's it! and then new school year came i saw her again and doubts flared up. again there was never i wanna have sex with her, but there was an occasional i wanna kiss her. and she was so important to me so it has to be romantic love right?! romance is the highest form of love one can experience afterall! nothing whatsoever can compare to it!! it feels ✨magical✨ when you find you will finally be completed!!! anyways.

it felt like romantic love was the only thing that could justify me feeling this way. i won't go deeper into this because i already have a draft where i do(i have like 16 drafts with uncompleted rambles so...) I'll try to post it but. i told her and we're still good friends! it actually made me closer to the rest of my friend group(which i was only a part of on the paper before)(i was so focused on my bff before I didn't really do group) because i felt a bit distanced from her for a while(she's a people pleaser like me and even tho i think i can read her well im paranoid and i thought she may feel weird?). anyways i got close with 3 other amazing ppl in the meantime and my friendship with my bff hasn't suffered!

but between my feelings being kinda realized and me telling her a whole year has passed and in the end i wasn't even sure what i was feeling anymore just that i didn't want her not to know. idk.

now im wondering what it was. even back then half year pre confession i was thinking if it was just because someone was finally paying attention to me. i didn't really do friends before (i kinda had them but there were no deep convos or shared secrets) and then there was suddenly this person who genuinely enjoys spending time with me! and listens to my problems! and weird obsessions! this sounds kinda sad put like this ngl lmao. but this was the first time I had that deep connection with someone. two years in my confused feelings came. geez i got off track again. point is i thought i was straight up until then and then had a crisis cuz i thought i only liked her cuz she was giving me attention cuz i was straight goddamit! ANYWAYS.

this post has lost all direction. it is a frustrated ramble of a very confused person. let us continue

i will just sum up how i feel about genders and people because I'm a chronic oversharer. oops doops.

men: find them aesthetically pleasing, all celebrity crushes are in this category (there's only one really but if i found a celebrity attractive like not objectively but to me it was a man), i would also get kinda crushes on boys my age when i spent 5 minutes with them. don't ask. i think it's dopamine mining(i suspect i have adhd). im not used to male company and i kinda don't like it that much but the the ?butterflies? are still there. tbh i don't really know what to do with men. doesn't stop me from having crushes tho. i don't have any real desire to be in a romantic relationship with men. i don't exclude the possibility but i haven't found one i would want it with. i also don't know now to interact with them. let alone flirt. actually flirt in general. it feels like it would be cringe and belongs in bad movies.

women: freaking amazing!! love them! no celebrity crushes, one irl crush which might have moved beyond crush(i suspected the L word for a while) to friends or it might have never been a crush in the first place! help! now there's another friend outside of my friend group who i may like. or i just enjoy her company? im not used to this yet. i forgot i think im aroace. this is killing me.

nonbinary/other genders: I haven't met any yet. there are some on discord servers im a part of but I don't really interact much just lurk there. i think irl experience would be different anyway.

someone please explain sth to me. you have sexual attraction okay get that(not really but that's not the point). but then there's romantic attraction. how do you separate that from friendship? just this intense feelings of wanting to be with them at all times? okay myb myb let's say u can separate them from friendship. what about queerplatonic? guys??

i am starting to dislike labels. this is confusing.

also i gotta figure this romantic thing out cuz im writing a fantasy series and there's romance involved lol.

okay so i guess i am at least asexual cuz i don't see ppl and go 'i wanna have sex with them'. i am not yet thoroughly convinced im aromantic as well but we'll see about that ig. because i still don't understand what the difference between romance and deep friendship is. aghhh

although if i can't tell the difference myb that answers the question.

also how does someone who is asexual but romantically attracted to all genders label themselves? like omnisexual ig doesn't work cuz it omnisexual.

i went to google aromantic and.

"demiromantic people have romantic attraction only after forming an emotional bond with another person."

HOW ELSE DO YOU HAVE ROMANTIC ATTRACTION??? Isn't this about who the person is?! Do you just see them and go: oh this must be such a good person. what?

like i understand sexual attraction when you see someone ig. but romantic? i really need someone to explain this to me in depth. i haven't even been asking the right questions.

"Quoiromantic people can't tell the difference between romantic and platonic attractions." Welp i guess i have a new label i can stick on myself. also the name is killing me. (quoi=what in french💀)

(edit: well this thing just posted itself. I DIDN'T HIT POST WTF. but it's out there now. ig it had enough of me adding new and new thoughts. im inclined to agree)

#lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbtq community #queer #queerplatonic #aroace #aromantic #asexual #aromantism #asexuality #omnisexual

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baji-sideblog · 3 months ago

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Kink shame

Mc is wearing a tight unflattering Halloween costume in bed

Like the devil one or the low rent cheetah 🐆 cat ears

Whos getting 👀 hot 🔥

Mc with bad costume

Cw lewd Luvan gets a little angy

༺𓆩❦𓆪༻ ༺𓆩❦𓆪༻ ༺𓆩❦𓆪༻ ༺𓆩❦𓆪༻ ༺𓆩❦𓆪༻

Obelix would struggle not to laugh seeing you in such a horrible costume. He would walk over to you and gently touch your hips before ripping the costume off of you.

“Sorry my cutie pie but I got a better costume in mind for you.”

He would dress you himself in a much flattering outfit and put on a matching one. Obelix will puff out with pride having dressed you up in a more feathery outfit.

“There we match! How about we go see if you can sing just like a cute little birdie.~ But seriously I’m never allowing you to pick your own costume again. I love you but it was awful.”

Luvan is just blankly staring at you the whole time trying to figure out if you choose a shitty costume on purpose or not. He’s honestly a little annoyed. Luvan stays indoors for things like Halloween and doesn’t really like dressing up too much in costumes. And in general he’s not that sexually active. So seeing his darling in bed dressed up like that feels more like you’re trying to push his buttons.

“I’m not giving you what you want. I’m not encouraging your behavior. And I’m not entertained.”

He’ll huff and take a deep breath as he holds onto the door frame tightly to calm himself down from snapping at you.

“I’m going to my brother’s.”

He keeps it nice and quick as he storms away to go stay at Halio’s for the night. And vent to him how he feels like you were mocking him for having a such a low sex drive. Since why else would you purposefully choose such an awful costume for bed if not to mock him.

Halio on one hand wants to give you the most what the fuck look, but on the other he doesn’t want to turn down an offer to sleep with you soooo he’s already getting undress. He’s taking everything off of you beside those bad cat ears since they’re cutely charming on you.

“Shush don’t say anything kitty, you’re only allowed to meow for me.”

Though he’s definitely taking a mental note to never let you buy outfits by yourself again. Or at least give you a link to a website to buy costumes that he knows are going to be better.

“So good taking me so well. That’s it mewl for me as you take me nice and deep in you.”

Oblivi is honestly way more flattered that you’re trying to seduce her to focus on the costume. Unlike her siblings and father she doesn’t take on the most human of forms. So seeing that you still want her gets her very flustered fast.

“Oh my. I goodness, you got me such a mess my dear. I’ll gladly take you as much as you want.”

She aims to please you especially after making her feel so nice and wanted. You will have your make a safe word or tap out though because as a god she has so much stamina and she’s using all of that to make you feel so good, she forgets that you don’t have much stamina compared to her.

“Hm stop why? Oh..oh! Apologies my love are you ok?! You look so blissed out of it…well I’m happy you’re ok go ahead and rest. I’ll go get you some water and come cuddle up with you.”

Dio would take on look at you and sigh before letting out a deep chuckle walking over and sitting on the bed. He’ll pull you onto his lap and look into your eyes as he rubs your thighs.

“You’re being a cheeky thing aren’t you wearing such a bad costume. Or are you really that oblivious not to realize it? Either way it’s cute seeing you try to get me to sleep with you.”

He’ll buck up into you on pair of arms holding your thighs the other caressing your cheeks before slipping his finger into your mouth to suck on it.

“Go on you seduce me. You wanted this right? You wanted me to fuck your brains out? Fuck you till you can only think about my cock. Then you’re gonna have to work for it baby. Prove to me you want my cock.”

༺𓆩❦𓆪༻ ༺𓆩❦𓆪༻ ༺𓆩❦𓆪༻ ༺𓆩❦𓆪༻ ༺𓆩❦𓆪༻

#yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #god party #baji rambles #halio galaxias #halio the artamea??#luvan the shapeshifter??#luvan galaxias #obelix hearts #obelix the cherub #dio the earth god #oblivi the goddess of death

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gabriellerudessa · 3 months ago

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Compass (Norm Maclean x OC) - Part XXXIV

“You’re a menace, Beautiful.” He whispered against her, the other hand grabbing at her waist, fingers clawing, all he could do to keep himself under control.

“Only with you, my dearest.” She answered and he swallowed a groan, her words of some nights ago echoing in his brain – her dearest, hers to love protect keep alive, hers hers hers. “Bedroom?”

“Absolutely.”

PLAYLIST ON YOUTUBE

Word Count: 8.671

Warnings: Shooting things as foreplay (lol); Face-sitting; Sex with feelings; Vulnerability; Cowgirl position; Marking (bites, hickeys); hint of breeding kink

Recommended from the playlist (in this order lol): Shawn James - I Want More; Austin Giorgio - Dangerous Hands and Chokehold; Maneskin - Feel; Sleeping at Last - Turning Page; Starset - Earthrise

XXXIV

Marigold approached the group around the target; with the exception of the ghoul, most looked to be in their fifties, weary travelers behaving like old friends. They watched as a blond woman with a nasty headshot scar shot a bolt with the crossbow, a table beside her holding more ammo. A man with his head shaved and shades over his eyes held the BB-Gun, watching it all seriously but relaxed.

“Hey, mind if I take some shots?”

The man looked at her and leaned his head.

“How many?”

“Just twenty, then I’m out for the night.”

He thought for a moment then nodded and handed her the BB-Gun.

“This lady here will take my turn this round!” He called to his probably friends as the woman shot the last bolt.

“Finally letting other people have fun!” The blond woman laughed while a black man in a long denim duster took off the bolts from the target. “Here, have the spot.”

She shook Marigold’s hand as she vacated the space beside the table.

Marigold took the spot, box of ammo on the wood. She took some seconds to familiarize herself with the gun – single shot, well cared but trigger and loading mechanism slightly catching. She raised an eyebrow at the bald man while testing the trigger and he shrugged; he had noticed and suffered it too.

Oh well.

She loaded the BB-Gun and threw a look at Norm; his eyes were fixated on her, shifting in his bench and the coat purposefully closed by the belt and some buttons – something he hadn’t done once –, eyes heavy on her. She hadn’t even started, and she wondered how hard he was that he needed to do that, arousal pooling down her stomach, panties even more uncomfortable. She couldn’t wait to drag him to their room.

Marigold winked and blew him a kiss and Norm visibly froze, color blooming on his cheeks.

“You’re going to give your man a heart attack, señorita.” The ghoul she had seen talking with Norm laughed and Marigold grinned, raising an eyebrow at him.

Her man. Fuck, that sounded good. Maybe one day they would make that official.

She would like it. A lot.

“No need to worry, unlike you he’s still pretty young.” The ghoul laughed along her, even as the blond woman snickered.

And then the target was clean of the bolts, only the faded white-and-red paint in concentric circles remaining, full of marks.

She raised the BB-Gun into shooting position, feeling Norm’s eyes on her as she made sure it was firm against her shoulder.

First shot, bullseye, her hand loading the gun without taking her eyes from the target, again and again and again, a deliberate line of small holes crossing the target.

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How much ammo Marigold had bought again?

Norm couldn’t remember, but his mouth dried as he watched, the muscles in her arms visibly moving as she held the gun, shoot, loaded it and shoot again, so fast her movements were hard to track. Marigold’s feet spread on the ground, stable, head leaning over the gun to look down the iron sights, eyes not dropping from the target, her focus in it mesmerizing.

He was painfully hard inside his clothes and half his brain could only chant “his woman his woman his woman” like a broken holotape and he didn’t regret agreeing with her idea. The other half wondered about Marigold straddling him as she shoot, her thighs naked and straddling him.

Marigold straightened, grinning at the target and landing the BB-Gun on the table.

Norm breathed, belatedly noticing he had held his breath the whole time. He noticed part of the group around her hollering and clapping, but he only had eyes for her, watching as Marigold swerved around the table, mismatched eyes and extra trouble grin fixating on him.

She walked towards him, and it was damn clear the extra sway to her hips. He dry-swallowed, cock throbbing inside his suit, and his fingers flexed and itched, wanting to grab her, pull her close and down on him. Sink his fingers under her skirt and discover how much her demonstration with him watching had affected her. Only how public they were tempered that wish.

Norm got up as she approached, ignoring the uncomfortable pull of fabric against his cock, grabbing at her braid and pulling, a hard kiss against her still grinning lips. He was pretty sure he heard Nicholas laughing, but he was too far gone in her to care.

“You’re a menace, Beautiful.” He whispered against her, the other hand grabbing at her waist, fingers clawing, all he could do to keep himself under control.

“Absolutely.”

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They climbed up the stairs, the sounds of the music and people in the ground floor following them. Marigold stroked softly the top of his back while Norm kept an arm around her waist, hand gripping tightly her hip, warming her, arousal speeding in her blood.

The memory of his eyes as she finished shooting – sheer want, as if already seeing her without any clothes, something she hadn’t thought possible with him – still teased her brain. They walked down the corridor, and his thumb moved, pressing the fabric against her skin, and Marigold let out a trembling breath.

The moment she unlocked the door Norm was pushing her inside, pulling her braid sharply and nipping her lips as she squeaked-giggled.

“I gather you liked the show.” Marigold giggled against his lips, pushing him against the door, closing it with a bang, the key locking it with a metallic grinding sound.

He groaned against her, hands squeezing down her hips and thighs, bunching up the skirt.

“It’s almost ridiculous how much it turned me on.” She sucked on his lower lip and Norm gasped; her hands found his hair and the sound became a small moan.

His hands touched her naked skin, squeezing up and pulling her in. A full bodied shiver went through her.

“Can’t say I’m disappointed with the results.” Marigold managed to sing-sang, and then one of his hands was between her legs, fingers pushing her panties to the side and sliding against her folds, dipping slightly between them. She gasped against his lips, the other hand squeezing hard at her ass.

“You’re one to tell, you’re soaking. Just from me watching?” He groaned against her, the sound close to tortured, and she trailed kisses towards his ear. Distracting him enough that the hand between her legs wasn’t doing much beyond lightly petting her.

“I’m like this pretty much since I climbed down and you looked at me like that.” Marigold bit his earlobe with a grin, letting go of his hair to open the coat, movements torturously slow.

“How I…” A brief sucking-kiss under his ear, body arching towards her, his next words breathless. “How I looked at you?”

She grinned and hummed, unbuckling the belt and grazing the bulge in his suit. It was enough to hear his breath hitch.

“As if you half expected me to drag you up here and have my wicked way with you right that moment.”

Norm chuckled, breathless, fingers grazing her clit with firmness enough that she moaned.

“I wouldn’t be opposed, Beautiful. It would’ve been easier than being tempted of doing this-” a finger dipping slightly deeper inside her “-just after you shoot, in a room full of people.”

A hard kiss, groaning against his lips.

“Naughty, my dearest, very naughty.” And then she pushed the coat and holster down his shoulders.

Norm let go of her with a whimper, desperately unbuckling his Pip-Boy when the leather got stuck on it. Marigold had some mercy on him, getting it and moving across the room to put it above the drawer together with her hunting rifle.

Marigold had barely put it safely there when he pulled at her hips. She turned with a squeak, her lower back pressing into the drawer as Norm surged against her, unbuttoning her shirt, movements feverish, leaving open mouthed kisses on her skin as he exposed it.

“Impatient?” She teased around a small gasp, one hand supporting her against the drawer and the other twisting lightly around his hair, watching Norm going down her body.

“You have no idea.” He groaned into her, a light bite close to her navel as he finished opening the shirt. She moved to take it off, but he kept his hold on the fabric, looking up at her, all kiss swollen lips and blown-out eyes. “Keep it on.”

She grinned, more arousal down her body, eyebrows up, and let go of the fabric to instead twist her fingers in his hair, pulling slightly.

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“Your wish is my command, my dearest.” She said sweetly, her grin so much trouble, and he swallowed, diving to capture one of her nipples – thank God she had forgo the bra –, licking and sucking lightly.

Marigold hummed, fingers flexing in his hair, and Norm hastily unbuttoned her skirt. He needed more access to her, the sooner the better, the arousal burning down his body an unquenchable fever.

Norm kissed along her chest to reach the other breast, sucking the nipple lightly and pulling the fabric down her hips with a harsh pull. Before it had finished falling and pooling around her feet, he pulled down her panties to the middle of her thighs.

“Shirt on but skirt-Fuck!”

One hand gripping her ass, the other reached for her pussy, her warmth and wetness attracting him like a moth to a flame. Slowly, he sunk one finger inside her, the slick sound making him swallow, ears burning. He retreated from her breast and pumped the finger inside her, pressing lightly against her walls and watching as her eyebrows furrowed, kiss swollen lips slightly open, mismatched eyes fixated on him.

“Not going to stop me, Beautiful?” He grinned at her, carefully adding a second finger, thumb pressing and circling lightly around her clit, his movements slow, trying to repeat the rhythm of his cock inside her last time. Marigold moaned around a grin, biting her lip.

“Stop? Why should I?” She leaned down, lips grazing his.

A fast unzipping sound and a hand diving under his suit and underwear, fingertips grazing along the sensitive skin of his cock. His mouth opened in a moan and Marigold kissed him, tongue meeting his in a desperate rhythm. The grip in his hair tightened and she pulled him closer, angling his head.

Open-mouthed kisses down his cheek, a nip on his earlobe.

“You have too many clothes on.” Her thumb circled the tip of cock and he whimpered and swallowed, arching towards her.

“What are you waiting for to correct that?” Norm managed in a breathless voice, circling and pressing against her clit, fingers inside her in a lazy scissoring motion, his own hips slowly thrusting against her hand.

“Fuck-” She moaned against him and bit into his neck. He moaned, head leaning back as much as her hand allowed. “That’s what I’m going to do.” Her hand disappeared and twisted his away, so fast he had no time to try and avoid, pushing him back and he was falling on the bed – double, side against the wall, he noticed.

Marigold’s eyes were swallowed by her pupils, in such a way that both looked black, her movements as she pulled his boots and the knife away hasty and desperate. He helped her along, pulling the sleeves of the suit down his arms, throwing the tank top away as she pulled the suit and his underwear off the rest of the way, the relief in his cock immediate.

A hard bite on one hip, and he jumped, gasping; she pushed him down into the bed, licking and biting the other side.

“Fuck, Marigold.” Norm moaned, head pressing into the lumpy bed.

“That’s the intention.” She chuckled and straddled his hips and above his cock, her panties totally missing, intention clear.

A line of slick glimmered along her inner thigh. Norm whimpered in the back of his throat, the memory of her taste taking over, fingers clawing the back of her thighs and pulling her.

“Up, now.”

“Bossy.” Marigold giggled but went, and he absentmindedly noticed she still had her boots, the leather pressing against him, soft and smooth by age.

And there, soaked pussy and folds and engorged clit perfectly above him, not a scrap of fabric blocking his sight. The smell of sex, sharp and cloying, clung to the back of his throat. He moaned at the sight.

His arms twisted around her thighs and pulled her body down, tongue sinking into her and nose pressing hard against her clit.

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“Oh fuck.” She panted, a hand twisting around the covers, the other in his hair, body curving and hips pressing against him.

Norm hadn’t been joking about “sitting on his face”, the way he had pulled her down and moaned against her not leaving any doubt he wanted that.

Still, Marigold worried for one moment, thought about rising, and something must’ve clued him in, because his hands grabbed her hips, eyes meeting her from between her thighs, desperate, and forced her to move against him.

She whimpered, his nose pressing tight against her clit, pleasure a sudden crescendo in her bloodstream.

“Norm… Norm, you’re sure?” She gasped and he nodded and moaned between her thighs. The vibrations went deeper, shivers down her spine and thighs.

Swallowing, eyes on his, she started moving. Cautiously grinding on his face at first, the pressure on her clit moving and sliding; his tongue kept licking and sinking inside and around her, pressing against the points that brought the brightest sparks of pleasure. His hands remained on her hips, helping her along and making sure she wasn’t trying to raise, the grip so tight Marigold could feel the sharp points of pain-pleasure of his nails on her skin.

Norm kept going, eating her cunt, licking and sucking on her clit, moaning into her, the bristles of moustache and beard scratching sharply against the sensitive skin. The pleasure started to sharpen, agonizing in a way that she could hardly breathe.

The movements of her hips became harder, faster, grinding and riding into his face, his moans battering against her more frequently. Norm’s fingers clawed into her thighs, and his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked. A deep throaty moan of his name, her hips chasing him without clear input from her, the grip in his hair tightening, pulling him against her.

He whimpered and licked again at her slit, hard and all encompassing, nose sliding sharply against her clit. A full bodied shiver went through her, and she could feel more wetness dripping down her cunt.

“Fuck, Norm, you’re so good at this.”

His glassy eyes went to her face, slowly blinking. He moved, a hard bite at the sensitive skin of her internal thigh, enough to make her jump and gasp, his hands pulling her down sharply, glassy eyes daring her to look away.

He licked the spot gently, and she swallowed at the contrast. He went back to her cunt, tongue sinking deep inside, blown-out pupils still on her. Her breath hitched, fingers twitching in his hair, hips pressing into him.

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He moaned: at her taste. At the new wave of wetness dripping down his tongue and mouth. At how her hips were finally really grinding into him. At the breathless moans of his name amidst brainless praise she didn’t seem all that conscious of saying. At the tight pain-pleasure grip in his hair.

Pleasure slid down thick and hot like lava down his body, hips thrusting up in the air shallowly. If she kept that hold while riding his tongue and nose exactly like he wanted, he wouldn’t last. It had happened enough in the past for him to know that it worked like a charm to make him come, but fuck, he was exactly where he wanted to. If he did came during it all… Well, just more time to focus on her, unmake her.

Norm looked up, Marigold’s mismatched eyes glassy, mouth slightly open around small moans and whimpers and gasps of his name and the occasional blabber of how good he was making her feel. Her body was framed by the red shirt, the muscles in her arms tantalizingly flexed under the sheer sleeves, sweat dripping down between her breasts and along the clenching muscles in her stomach.

He wanted her screaming.

He pressed harder against her pussy, tongue deep inside her, nose insistently stroking against her clit.

Marigold’s hips rode harder against him, purposefully and mindlessly grinding her clit, spreading more her thighs, his name a little higher on her voice. A hand touched his, intertwining, her fingers tight around his, the point of connection warming him up, the wave of love and affection along his chest unexpected, keen, anchoring them together. Weird, welcome.

Norm redoubled his efforts, licking and nipping and sucking and pressing and moaning against her, mindless of the way her fingers tightened and pulled his hair and her hips grinded and rode against him, his own hips thrusting into the air. Her gasps and moans became higher, shivers across her thighs, and she started chanting his name – finally.

He closed his eyes, drowning into her, gripping her hips again just to feel better her rhythm, her hand not letting go of his, and Norm moved to suck hard on her clit. A deep, throaty moan of his name, high enough that it echoed in the room. The movements of her hips became sharper and harder against his face, pushing him against the mattress. The pull in his hair tightened, the fire of pleasure all the way to his cock, punching a long moan out of him.

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Her orgasm caught her by surprise, her body sharply bowing forward as her hips kept moving for what seemed like an eternity. Norm’s hands helped them even as he whimpered and moaned under her, tongue still licking at her. Marigold panted, a gasp as he lightly bit one of her folds and his tongue circled her clit.

It all veered in “too much” and she raised her hips, even as she felt her thighs trembling. Norm followed with a whimper, head raising and licking all the way from her slit to her clit, hands trying to pull her down, and her gasp veered into painful pleasure.

Marigold used the grip on his hair to push him back into the mattress, shivering at how his fingers clawed on her hips, still not letting go of their intertwined fingers. She looked at him and he opened his eyes, the look glassy and desperate and all on her cunt, pupils blown wide, tongue trying to clean and lick as much of her slick from his lips as he could.

He looked like a mess. Even more than the other time.

She threw a look over her shoulder, a thick line of pre-cum down his cock, and as she watched it twitched slightly. Marigold swallowed and bit her lip.

“Fuck, my dearest, this really does for you.” She looked back down at him, his eyes a little more present and focusing on her face, one hand stroking her thigh instead of trying to pull her down, the other stroking her knuckles. Marigold raised an eyebrow, grinning. “I bet if I had pulled your hair right you would’ve come without touching your cock.”

The color in his cheeks intensified and he let out a sigh.

“… That’s a problem, Marigold?”

Marigold chuckled and shook her head, carefully moving down his body to straddle his thighs, letting go of his hand to stroke up his arm and to his neck. She didn’t let go of his hair, pulling him sitting with her carefully. Norm’s eyes glazed over again, not leaving her face, clawing at her hips, neck arching. She leaned down, biting his lower lip, and he whimpered.

“Absolutely not.” A suck on his upper lip, still a faint taste of her on it, a finger gliding up his cock; it throbbed against her. “That’s hot as fuck and I hope I get to see, but another day.” Open mouthed kisses across his cheek, cleaning more of her slickness from his face, reaching his ear. “Now what do you think about me riding you until we can’t remember our names?”

“Amazing idea.” A groan and a nip against her jaw, and she hummed. “I suggest against the headboard.”

“Then go on while I take off my boots.” She let go of his hair, giggling as he pouted and let go of her hips.

Marigold took the boots, the knife and her socks off in record time, eyes following Norm crawl backwards, pulling the sagging pillows to cushion his back against the wooden headboard. The bruises and bites she had left were almost totally faded, only some of the hickeys she had snuck on his neck the last days and the red on his cheeks and upper chest contrasting with his tanned beige skin, chin and facial hair still glimmering with her slick and hair all messed up from her hands. God, that was a handsome sight.

He watched her, licking his lips, and her cunt contracted around nothing, wanting and pleasure speeding in her bloodstream in a choir, almost as if he hadn’t just eaten her out until she came and to the edges of overstimulation.

Feet free, she prowled towards him and straddled his hips, leaning down to give him a slow open mouthed kiss, hand cupping his nape and playing with his hair. His hands found her waist, gripping tight, clawing, and she reached between them, hand wrapping around his cock, a groan echoing from him, and aligning her cunt with it.

She lowered a little, enough to feel the tip against her, and his breath hitched. Grinning into the kiss, she kept going down, a shiver along her back and thighs as he slowly filled her, the sensitivity still high, the sensations and pleasure sharper. She hummed when her hips met his, grinding against him.

Norm tore his mouth away from hers with a moan.

Marigold bit his earlobe with a grin, one hand grabbing the headboard, gripping his hair a little better with the other.

“You feel amazing inside me.” She whispered, his fingers tightening against her.

She started with a lazy, slow rhythm, leaning back just enough to look in his eyes as she raised and lowered on his cock, mostly enjoying his warmth and pressure inside her, in tandem with her sensitivity. There was a small smile on his lips, thumbs stroking against her stomach.

“What?” Her voice sounded breathless.

“You look happy. And happiness makes you all the more beautiful.”

Marigold swallowed, her already fast heartbeat all the more sharp in her ribcage. She could feel the warmth rising across her neck and face, her cunt fluttering around his cock, rhythm faltering for one moment.

Norm leaned in with a moan, open mouthed kisses up her sternum, across one clavicle and up her neck, a small gentle bite-kiss under her ear.

“God, I love how calling you beautiful makes you all flustered.”

“Well, you’re the only one that ever did, hard not to get flustered.” She laughed, awkwardly, an attempt at shaking off the weird confession.

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He leaned back, looking at Marigold, and his shock should be so obvious that she stopped moving, fingers drumming in the back of his head. Norm tightened his hands on her hips. She chewed on her lips, but still looked at his eyes, something in them awkward and vulnerable.

Looking up at her, the warm light bringing forth the golden in her skin, making auburn and brown glimmer in her hair, kiss swollen lips with lipstick fading and messy… It was the only word he could think for her. The red shirt framing her body, the sheer fabric exposing the muscles in her arms, all the scars, they were all just a bonus.

Norm swallowed, leaning up, tugging lightly at her braid, kissing tenderly her lips. Marigold sighed against him..

“You’re the only one that ever described me as handsome, smart and respectful.” He whispered against her lips, watching her.

Marigold blinked, sighed and chuckled, leaning her forehead against his, fingers caressing his hair.

“Damn, the women in your Vault are so dumb, my beloved.” His heart warmed at the pet name.

“Damn, the men up here are so dumb, love.” He retorted with a grin and she laughed, the sound beautiful, washing away the awkwardness and leaving happiness in the place.

There was still vulnerability, but not the same type, not as cutting, something shown accidentally, but just… Something she actually trusted to show him.

Every time he noticed her trust in him, Norm felt a little more humbled, a little more in love, a little more desperate to have as much time with her as possible. It was easier to understand the advice received.

Still grinning, Marigold leaned down and kissed his lips, sweetly, hips starting again against his, slow and lazy, shivers and fire dripping down his spine. Norm leaned his head back, the grip in his hair a fraction tighter. It ripped a deep moan from him.

“I just noticed one thing.” She hummed, nipping his chin.

“What?” He swallowed.

“Most of the bruises, bites and hickeys are starting to fade.” There was teasing in her voice, hips grinding against his.

“Go right ahead.” He sighed-groaned, eyes fluttering shut, arching his neck.

Marigold immediately started slowly down his neck, a trail of sucking bites. He groaned in the back of his throat, neck and body arching into hers. A harder bite at the curve of his neck and he gasped, hips thrusting up into hers.

It didn’t affect her lazy, slow rhythm. It only made her start grinding against him every time she came down, keeping him flush with the mattress. Her lips moved down his shoulder and chest, still biting and sucking, in a slow, deliberate way that both made him shiver and moan. Her only mercy was not pulling his hair in the way he knew she could, instead just light pulls that made him gasp, air almost not enough in his lungs.

“Fuck, Marigold, you really want to make me go insane.” He panted, bending his legs and fixing his feet against the mattress.

“Where’s the fun if we can’t make each other blubbering messes?” She grinned against his skin, a new hard bite, a sharp spike of pleasure.

“Oh yeah, you’re a sigh all lost in pleasure.” He gasped, a full bodied shiver across him.

Her lips grazed up his neck, open mouthed kisses along his jaw, the pleasure lazy and keen.

“You too.” Marigold whispered against his lips, mismatched eyes full of mischief, grin extra trouble as she pulled him into an open mouthed kiss. Their tongues touched, the kiss lazy and simmering and intense, and he groaned into it.

Swallowing, he thrusted up, meeting her hips and she moaned into the kiss, deep and throaty, the pang of pleasure down his stomach sharp pain-pleasure.

“Taking matters in your hands, my dearest?” Marigold pulled his hair tightly, her voice breathless as she looked down at him, and he managed a smug grin despite his own moan, despite his own scorching pleasure.

“Just a little bit, Beautiful.”

His hands slid up her torso and under the open shirt, the red a stark contrast against her skin – fuck, she looked amazing like that –, cupping and squeezing her breasts in that deep, rolling motion. Her pussy contracted around him as she gasped.

Marigold kissed him, hard and bruising, her next movement sharp.

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Fuck. He squeezed-rolled her breasts again, matching the energy of her kiss, shivers going up her neck with how his palms slid against her nipples. The pleasure warmed her thighs and lower stomach, painful, desperate, and she was so out of fucking patience. She needed to come and she needed to see him come, as soon as fucking possible.

She let go of his hair.

“What-” Her hard kiss interrupted his question and rewarded her with a groan, both of her hands gripping the headboard.

She started moving again, faster, harder, retreating to take in his face. Norm’s eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly open, it all just adding to the thrumming pleasure in her blood.

“Fuck, Marigold.” He moaned, long, the sound beautiful and sinful, head pressing into the pillows, eyes wide open and watching her.

His hands found her hips again, so tight she knew she would later find the indents of his nails, the idea spurring on the choir of pleasure, and he started thrusting up in earnest, pulling her hips down and meeting them in a sharp, snapping motion. Concentrated shivers spread down her thighs, her breathing harder.

“Told you, that’s the intention.” She gave a pleasured gasp.

Hands tighter around the headboard, she changed a little the angle of her hips, and in the next thrust she felt his tip press and slide in the perfect point, the pleasure down her spine so intense it was almost painful, her cunt contracting hard. A full bodied shiver, and she kissed him, moaning.

“Oh, fuck, Norm, right there.”

“I got you.” He moaned right back, still meeting her hips, each thrust up while she went down making him press and slide just right.

“Just like that, Norm.” She gasped, moaning and gasping, eyes tightly closed, the war drums of pleasure spreading through her limbs sharp, her hands clawing into the wood.

“You look amazing, Marigold.” He moaned, hips snapping a little faster up into hers, and she gasped.

Marigold forced her eyes open again. Norm looked at her, his glassy blown out eyes nothing short of mesmerized.

“You look bitable.” She panted, hips going down on him harder. “Makes me want to sink my teeth and mark you all over.” She felt him throb inside her, the moan out of his mouth sinful, enough to make more pleasure tighten and sing inside her. “Fuck, Norm, I’m close.”

He licked his thumb then she felt it press against her clit, swiping fast and firmly, her moan of his name high, and fuck, she let go of the headboard, fingers of both hands twisting and pulling his hair. Norm whimpered, his neck arching, thrusts faltering for one moment. The thrusts came back harder, sharper, pressing against her, the war drums and choir a crescendo, crescendo…

“Fuck fuckfuckfuck-NormNorm-” She chanted-screamed as she came, toes curling, hips grinding down hard into his hips and finger, cunt squeezing around his cock. Marigold kissed him, pushing him against the pillow, body undulating, spasms and shivers down her legs and spine.

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Norm kept trusting up, clawing at her hips, thumb still against her clit, harder, moaning and groaning against her lips, her pussy tight around him, her chant-scream of his name still causing shivers down his spine. He was so fucking close-

Her fingers pulled tighter on his hair and she bit-sucked on his neck, sharp pain-pleasure a scorching forest fire down his body and he was coming, a shout-moan of her name, spilling inside her and grinding up into her, shallow movements that Marigold met sharply, whimpering around his skin.

Marigold stopped moving first, letting go of his neck a moment later. She carefully pulled his hand away from her clit with a groan, and he could feel her shivers in the hip he still held as he grinded and thrusted against her hips and pulled her down. Tender and soft kisses up his neck until Marigold met his lips, and he pressed back, as much as possible, gently.

Norm stopped moving with a wince, his cock oversensitive, and he groaned, body relaxing and head falling against the pillow.

Marigold looked down at him and giggled, pecking his lips multiple times. He smiled into it and she settled better against him, his cock still inside her. Norm stroked up her thighs and hips, hugging her close and leaning his head against her breast with a sigh, the mix of skin and fabric a soft, gentle pleasure. Her heartbeat still strong and fast, and her fingers slowly slid against his hair and his back, the pleasure of it soft, warm, affectionate.

“I love you, Marigold.”

Her heart speed under him and he smiled.

“I love you too, Norm.” She hummed, and there was a kiss against his hair.

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The shirt became stifling, and Norm helped her take it off, pecking her breasts, shoulders, up her neck and jaw after she was totally naked. Marigold smiled with it all, arms around his shoulders and hands playing with his hair and stroking his spine, his body heat against her one of the softest pleasures she had ever had.

“Why keep the shirt?” Marigold whispered after some moments of silence. It was filled with Norm’s hands stroking up and down her thighs and hips and ass with a heartbreaking tenderness and occasional soft squeezes.

Norm groaned against her, tightly hugging her waist.

“You didn’t notice?”

“What?”

She felt him sigh against her breasts.

“Your arms… Well, your strength. I… Really like it.” He retreated a little, cheeks flushed, looking and blinking at her naked arms, and despite the fact he was soft inside her, his cock throbbed faintly. Oh. “I mean… You’re strong, you have muscles, right? The sheer red fabric really makes them shine. I thought you had noticed.”

Marigold pulled him for a kiss, grinning into it.

“I hadn’t, but thanks for telling me.” Oh, she would use that knowledge in the future.

He sighed and rolled his eyes with a faint, amused smile.

“And you?” Norm asked, staring up at her, the flush in his cheeks intensifying as his hands once again stroked up and down her body.

“Me what?”

“… Something specific you really like? Physical, I mean.” Norm managed to mumble after a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

Her grin increased, hands framing his face, eyes going up and down his face, her hum almost a chuckle.

“Well…” She kissed softly his cheek. “There’s this thing that I really like, you know?” A kiss on the other cheek, and Norm sighed. “Beyond your hair all mussed from sleep and my hands, that is…”

“Marigold…” A hint of impatience in his voice, a sharper squeezing in the flesh of her thighs, and she giggled, pecking his lips.

“The beard and the moustache.” She finally admitted, sliding her nose against his softly, eyes on his.

Norm blinked, a hand absentmindedly touching his own chin.

“… Really?”

“Yep. I like it so much it’s almost criminal.” Another peck, and he grinned into it. “I don’t know why you’ve kept it, but I’m very happy you did.”

He chuckled and hugged her close again.

“… I forgot to bring the things to shave.”

“Vault 4?” Marigold managed to keep her laugh inside, but just barely. Norm sighed against her breasts.

“… The shaving cream was the one whose smell I can’t stand.” At that she laughed, kissing his hair. “It really doesn’t bother you? Like… Seeing or feeling?”

“I love seeing it and even more feeling it.” She pulled his head to look him in the eyes, a little more serious. “But does it bother you?”

Norm blinked for one moment, smiling slightly.

“It doesn’t, but I can tell it’s looking very unkempt at the moment.”

Marigold bit her lip. She liked the unkempt look, sure, but if he didn’t and wanted it to look more proper… As long as he kept it.

“I can help you, you know…”

“Know how to take care of beards?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I skin animals for a living, Norm-boy.” She grinned. “And Mika almost slits his own throat every damn time he tries to shave himself alone, we have to take turns to help him.”

Norm laughed and pulled gently at her braid, kissing her lips.

“All right. I accept the help.” She grinned against him.

“I’ll do it after we get clean.”

Marigold shifted slightly, knees starting to complain about the lumpy mattress.

“You have what you need? Really?”

“Well, yeah. Wasteland way. Soap and a sharp knife and scissors, that’s all that I need.” Marigold winked as she started to get up. Norm chuckled and carefully helped her, hands not letting go of her hips until she was sitting down.

Despite everything, her face burned as she felt the mix of his seed and her wetness slid down her thigh before she finally plopped sitting in the bed, back against the headboard.

“I’ll get a rag to get us clean.” He kissed her hand before moving.

“Thanks so much, Norm-boy. There’s a bucket with water close to the door for cleaning.”

“No ‘you’re spoiling me’ or ‘bossy’?” He grinned and she turned her head to follow him, grinning herself at the slight tremble in his legs.

“Still waiting to feel my legs.” She teased, a new slight spring in his step that was, sincerely, fucking cute.

Marigold watched Norm dampen a rag with the water and clean himself, licking her own lips almost unconsciously – she promised herself to chance a blowjob one of these days. He returned to the bed, holding the damp rag, and she spread her legs as he kneeled on the mattress.

There was a subtle pause in Norm’s movements, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, a shift in his eyes, and she grinned as he started cleaning her; a shiver went across her body as he reached her sensitive cunt, movements careful and slow.

“That look almost makes me think you wish you were fucking a baby into me, Norm-boy.” She chuckled at her own teasing as his hand retreated, hoping his own come back.

Instead he froze, eyes snapping to her face, his cheeks flushing so dark she got worried. Norm tried to spring from the bed and away, but her hand caught his arm and stopped him, heartbeat hammering inside her chest.

“Hey, hey, Norm-boy, I’m sorry, I-” she wasn’t sure what she was about to say, so she just tried to gently pull him back, heartbeat painful, terrified her joke had broken something in their relationship that had barely fucking started.

Norm accepted her pull, staring at her, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. His mouth opened and closed once, and Marigold shut up, watching, waiting, anxiety tearing down at her.

“I don’t know, I just-” Norm started, blinking. “In the Vault we either pull out or we use condoms, since we still produce them.” He sighed, finally looking at her. “Trying for kids is for married couples. I’ve never… Like…” A hand gesticulated wildly beside his face, something completely out of character for him. Marigold gently caught it, intertwining their fingers, and he let her, gripping back tightly. His lips pressed in a line, cheeks still red.

“You’ve never actually seen your cum dripping out of someone and you weren’t expecting any reaction.”

“Pretty much.” He mumbled. “And to boot I’ve always avoided thinking about it all, you know? It was a chore, work, that’s all.”

She nodded slowly, biting her lip and trying to find her words, stroking his hand with her thumb.

“First: I’m sorry with however my joke made you feel, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She settled for apologizing first.

He smiled at her and kissed her hand, eyes not dropping from hers, his shoulders relaxing a bit.

“You mostly caught me by surprise, love. I didn’t think you noticed anything.” The pet name was a relief, but she still kept going.

“Still. I’m sorry. And second: either you’re discovering a kink, and won’t ever want kids, or you’ll discover you actually want kids.” She grinned and pecked his lips. “Whatever the answer, just let me know.”

His thumb stroked her hand and the smile softened, sickly sweet.

“Having kids is something you want, then?”

“Never actually stopped to think about it, Norm-boy.” She hummed, smiling. “I think I wouldn’t be opposed, especially with you.” Marigold felt her heart accelerate at the admission, warmth across her cheeks, but with her decision at loving him and everything else, not admitting seemed wrong.

Besides… She could remember how good he had been with Lily. Maybe one day, if they both agreed… The kid he would be teaching about terminals and so on would be theirs.

She pecked his lips, fast, warmth and affection spreading across her chest.

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Norm dry-swallowed, staring, heartbeat fast, already experienced enough to notice she was flustered. “I think I wouldn’t be opposed, especially with you”. And the peck.

Damn it.

With the way his body went into overdrive, a tired and painful pang of arousal making his cock twitch, Norm was pretty sure that her answer had also answered his doubt.

Maybe yes, a hint of kink, but it seemed more that he wasn’t opposed at having a kid, forming a family, with her. Not a chore, not work. Just because he loved her and wanted to… Have it all. In a way he hadn’t really thought about before.

God, he never had considered himself as a romantic, but that’s what he was showing himself to be.

Well, damn it, he had already decided he wanted to make whatever they had official, because yes, he was pretty sure he wanted to spend his life with her. He had promised to go to the ranch before all the love confessions, after all, hadn’t he? If down the line the talk about actually having kids appeared… He wouldn’t be opposed too. Especially with her.

He kissed her, hard and desperate, and Marigold hummed against him.

“Marry me.” He said against her lips.

It didn’t sound like a question. It sounded both like a plea and an order, and Marigold blinked, mouth opening and closing repeatedly like a fish out of water.

He swallowed, staring at her, heartbeat so fast and hard he felt it in his throat, terror at what she was about to say weighting his veins.

“Are you… Are you sure, Norm-boy? I know that I love you, and that you love me, but that’s big and… Well, we’re still recent.” Her voice was quiet and sounded equally terrified.

Norm breathed in, holding their intertwined hands to his chest.

“I am.” He cupped her face, stroking her cheek. “I… In the Vault, I know that eventually they would have pushed me to marry and have kids with some complete stranger from another Vault. Maybe I would’ve loved her in the long run, maybe not, but I wouldn’t have a choice in it.” He breathed in, pressing her hand tighter against him. “You know me, probably a lot better than a lot of people with whom I spent my whole life.” Her eyes started to get watery. “And I think that I know you a lot more than a lot of people that never even tried. And I want to keep getting to know you, and for you to keep getting to know me, for as long as we can.” He pressed a gentle kiss against her lips and leaned his forehead against hers. “Being with you, loving you… It’s not a chore, it’s not pushed on me. It’s something I can want and choose. And I really, really want to try, Marigold.”

Marigold smiled, pretty, soft, holding his hand against her face.

“I’m happy you don’t see all this like a chore.” She kissed the palm of his hand and breathed deeply, eyes still on his, still watery, a tear escaping, but she was still smiling. “That all… I really like the sound of it. Getting to know you and you getting to know me for as long as we can.” Marigold pecked his lips. “So yes, my beloved.”

Her whisper caused a full bodied shiver across him and he kissed her back, harder, and Marigold grinned into it, hand twisting away from his to pull him close by his nape.

“Say it again. Please.” He whispered against her lips and she chuckled.

“Yes, my beloved.”

He grinned, love all across his chest. She had said yes. Yes. Damn it, he had been terrified of a denial, but he had never thought he would feel as the luckiest and happiest man in the world at hearing a “yes”.

“So now I get to call you ‘my wife’?” Marigold froze against him, and his grin increased.

“’My’?” She breathed against him.

“As you said… Mine to love, to protect, to keep safe.” He pecked her lips at each word, and her smile increased against him, pulling him tight.

“Well, you do. And I get to call you husband.”

“Just husband?” He fake-pouted.

“Brat. My husband.” She chuckled, kissing him firmly before retreating, and he swallowed at the warmth and affection filling him.

She looked at him, still smiling, then jumped up and strode across the room. Marigold limped slightly, and a pinch of smugness spread down his chest.

“What is it?” He watched her, and Marigold started fumbling with her bag-belt.

“Well, I know the tradition is usually the other way around, but I do have a ring to put on your finger and make everyone knows you’re taken.” She straightened with a grin, waggling her eyebrows, the golden piece with a turquoise proudly in her hands.

Norm swallowed, his own eyes burning with tears. He didn’t have a ring, and he opened his mouth to apologize, promise he would find her one…

And then he remembered the necklace. Not his mom’s but similar. It was something pre-war, right? Engagement and wedding rings that were passed down along the family.

He hoped his mom would’ve liked Marigold. He didn’t remember her enough to know, but God, he hoped so.

Norm jumped towards his coat, ignoring the jelly feel in his legs, desperately fumbling with the pockets. Norm sighed with relief at finding the necklace.

Her eyes became big as he approached and it became visible.

“Norm-boy-”

“Don’t. I want to.” Norm opened the clasp with a smile. “Now sit down so I can put it on you, Beautiful.”

He noticed her swallowing, and then Marigold sat down at the bed’s edge, soft pretty smile as he reached around her neck and closed it. The pendant lied just between her clavicles, and he kissed her, his smile so big his cheeks hurt.

“My turn.” She sing-sang, holding his left-hand up. The ring ended up on his middle finger, fitting snugly, and she pulled him down into dozens of small kisses, giggling, and he cupped her cheek.

Happiness on her looked good, sounded good, everything.

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Norm had almost forgot Marigold saying she was helping him with his beard, too overwhelmed by her acceptance, just wanting to lie down and cuddle with her until they feel asleep.

She hadn’t, pulling on some clean panties and grinning as she said to him to sit while she got what she needed.

He chuckled, pulling his own underwear up, sitting at the bed’s edge, watching her pick up a short, one edged knife, one of the soaps he had bought her, still wrapped up in a waxy paper, scissors, a clean rag and a small glass flask.

Marigold pulled the bucket closer and Norm opened his legs to allow her closer as she kneeled in the floor, their faces lined up. He just smiled as she wetted the soap and made foam in her hands.

“How do you want it?��

Norm sighed and frowned for one moment.

“I think just lined up to the corners of my mouth and only on the chin?” He touched above his lips. “The moustache is okay. Maybe just trim a bit?” She nodded.

“Anything on the neck and under the jaw going away, a moustache trim. Got it, sir.” She grinned and winked.

Then she started humming and tipped his head back, spreading the soapy foam on his skin carefully, the smell of lavender wafting around him. Norm didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he just put them against the bed.

Marigold was fast, efficient, and careful, and even as he felt the knife’s edge sliding up against the skin of his neck, he felt safe.

She had pushed his chin down a bit, foam on the sides of his chin, when sounds started on the room beside theirs. Marigold’s movements stopped and he froze, head turning slightly, as the sounds became louder and louder, and then a loud moan and what he was pretty sure was a bed banging against the wall…

The two of them started giggling immediately, her hands dropping to holding his as their foreheads touched. The people there were very animated, words starting to get mixed up in the sounds, and it was impossible for them to just go back to his beard.

Then he understood a name and it dawned on him: if he and Marigold could hear them so well…

“Oh my God.” He whispered, frozen, eyes tightly closed.

“What?”

“If we can hear them… Then people could hear us earlier.” Oh God. Oh God. How he hadn’t thought about it before?

“Thick walls in the Vault?” He nodded against her and Marigold pressed a kiss against his cheek. “Think on the good side.”

“Is there one?”

“People know we did it fucking well.”

Norm let out a small groan, accepting as she made him straighten, the sounds on the other room still going.

“How is that good?” Her hands touched his face, retouching the soapy foam.

“Oh, my beloved, I’m pretty sure I screamed your name.” A knife’s edge sliding carefully against his skin on one side and he swallowed at the memory; yes she had. “All that people that looked at me down there, knowing that they have no chance…” The edge on the other side of his chin, and he dry-swallowed, Marigold’s soft words spreading the slow fire of arousal down his spine. “Because you’re the only one I want between my thighs and warming up my bed.” The rag, gently cleaning his face, then a peck against his lips.

Norm finally opened his eyes, unsure if he was glad or disappointed that he didn’t feel able to get up again for the night. Something in her words scratched at that uncomfortable, nasty feeling he felt every time someone else looked at her with want, with lust. Specifically the implication that those had heard her calling his name and the reassurance that it was him she wanted. It just… It soothed the nasty feeling. Made it less.

Marigold smiled at him and started trimming his moustache. He touched the necklace, fidgeting with it as she worked. The sounds on the other room reached a clear peak then diminished and eventually they couldn’t hear anything else.

“… You’re a menace.” He finally said when the scissors retreated and she laughed, opening the glass flask he had noticed. A strong flowery smell wafted from it.

“Your menace.” She grinned and waggled her eyebrows.

“Yes, mine.” Norm could feel the soft look in his eyes as he stared at her. “What’s that?” He asked as she wetted her fingers with whatever was on the flask and spread on his facial hair.

“Oil of marigold flowers.” She pecked his lips and capped the flask again.

The one she used on her hair.

Affection burned and spread on his chest, and he sighed, watching and smiling as she got up to put everything away. He remembered washing her hair, and his fingers itched to be able to do it and more – brushing, braiding, all of it. He would, Norm promised himself. He had their whole life to do it.

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