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themidnightcrimson · 2 years ago

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nightclub ∗ eo

summary: in which you and your ex, lizzie, catch up in a nightclub bathroom.

words: 5.1K

warnings: top!lizzie, bottom!reader, fem!reader, angst if you squint, strap (r receiving), lots of french kissing, alcohol, really nasty fucking, there may be errors bc i was so feverish writing this

this post is for 18+ only. minors dni.

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The neon blue and purple lights blinded you as you stepped into the club. Loud, pulsing music boomed in your ears as you inhaled the scent of alcohol and mixtures of over-drenched perfumes on the bodies of the crowd of people dancing. It was a warm room compared to the cool, spring night air.

Your friends had goaded you to come to the club tonight. It was a VIP establishment, made apparent by the celebrities and people of notoriety that you had already spotted in the large, luxurious club. Lizzie’s friends were your friends, and as such, you were invited to the after party for the Love and Death premiere even though you hadn’t talked to Lizzie in months. Whatever you had together fizzled away after an accumulation of arguments and misunderstandings. Lizzie was a slippery fish to catch, and you didn’t have the strength or energy to catch her. It was depressing.

They vowed to you that she wouldn’t be there tonight, which you believed independently from their promises because Lizzie never came to these kinds of things. You knew she would attend the primary premiere party earlier in the afternoon across town, but this kind of late-night event was never her thing. Your friends wanted you there not to celebrate her show, but to just be there with them after hiding yourself away for so long.

Still, walking through the crowd, you couldn’t help but dart your eyes around to catch a familiar blonde head or recognizable green eyes. You thought you heard her voice at one moment but realized it was a stranger talking that just so happened to sound like her. It was dizzying, knowing that there was a slight possibility she would be there, that you would face her after everything and face all the words that were left unsaid after your parting.

Relief washed over you when you found your group of friends nearby, who spotted you and waved you over. “Y/n!” they greeted you, giving you extra tight hugs and prolonged greetings.

You were wearing a thin little black dress, strapless at the chest and fading into a sheer skirt that rested above your knees. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but it was sexy enough to grant you leering looks from various people around. The validation soothed you, if you admitted it.

Your friends, donned in the purple hue of the club lights, knew they had to ease you into the night. They huddled around you in an area of white couches, ordering drinks after drinks and just catching up on life, as much as you could catch their voices amidst the music and voices. A few women and men approached you within the first hour, asking for a dance or to buy you a drink, which you politely declined each time although your friends tried to peer pressure you into accepting them. As recovered as you were, you just weren’t ready for a new stranger yet. You needed the comfort of your friends, of familiar places and familiar voices.

It had been hard to avoid Lizzie the past week, with the billboards and videos promoting the show, but you had managed well enough. Seeing her in a picture or video wasn’t enough anymore to evoke feelings within you, good or bad. She was a stranger now. Just another face you knew in a past life.

In due time, you and your friends mingled onto the dance floor. You were never much of a dancer, but several shots were enough to make you relax and dance to the music. It was freeing, moving your body to the music so loud it drowned out any thoughts your mind could formulate. Your friends danced all around you, holding onto each other, pairing up, sometimes letting a stranger come in and dance with you, grabbing at you, making unwanted advances that you declined by giggling and dancing away back to your friends. Somehow, more alcohol got in your system—some of your friends might have went back to the bar. You were at the perfect sweet spot now, aware and coherent, but relaxed and euphoric.

In a matter of an hour, you desperately needed to sit down and breathe for a minute. Your friends were relentless engines, staying on the dance floor while you struggled through the crowd, elbowing through until you arrived back to the couches and plopped down, catching your breath. You ordered a glass of ice water and chugged it, putting the chilled glass against your hot forehead so you could cool down.

“Taking a breather?” a man’s voice asked, and you looked up to see a guy your age standing in front of you, holding a drink.

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckled, wiping the condensation from the glass away from your forehead. “Dancing is tiring.”

He chuckled, and you could hardly see his face under the purple and blue lights. “Well, I was going to ask you to dance, but I guess would it be okay if I took a breather with you?”

You hesitated, setting the glass down and reaching down to your heels that were aching your feet. “Um…” You glanced across to the crowd of dancers, trying to point out where your friends were. You couldn’t see them, but you knew they were close enough because you could hear one of your friends’ goofy laughter. “I don’t know, I think my friends will be coming over soon.”

You didn’t feel like meeting anybody new, or making small conversation that would be pointless by the next morning.

“You sure? I could buy you a drink.” He had a friendly demeanor to him, and he wasn’t being exactly pushy, but you would’ve appreciated it if he just got the hint and moved on.

You smiled politely and waved your hand in the air. “No thanks.”

“Oh, c’mon,” he said, laughing and casually tucking his hand into his pocket. “Just one drink. Hey.” He lifted his hands in the air. “I’m a nice guy.”

You could have barfed on him right there. Instead, you just sighed and said, “Look, I’m okay. Thank you, though.”

“Or I could get you another water,” he insisted, and you started to feel anxious in your stomach. You glanced back over to the crowd and tried to find your friends, but you couldn’t, and this guy stepped in front of your view. You looked up at him, getting nervous at how close he was now. You tried to think of some other way to reject him, still not wanting to be rude or harsh even though you were getting irritated. Your friend’s laughter was not in earshot anymore, and there was no else in this corner of the club—until your eyes saw someone walking towards you.

She came through the crowd of people almost like a mirage. Even from far away, under the dark purple and blue lights, her eyes shone like glittering moons, the lights casting off the sculpted heights of her face that you could still remember leaving kisses on. Her lips were pursed in neither a smile nor a frown, eyes fixated on you as she floated towards you.

She was wearing a beige suit, as per usual, and your heart broke a little at seeing that her hair was longer now. It went right past her shoulders, effortlessly styled into sandy blonde waves. She was holding a martini as she came and stood beside the man.

The guy noticed that you were staring right past him, so he turned around and jumped upon seeing Lizzie standing there like a statue behind him. “Oh,” he said, and it was obvious that he instantly recognized her. His mouth formed the word, “You’re—” before he stopped and looked back to you. “Oh, my bad.” He must have just then recognized you from old paparazzi pictures. “I’m so sorry.” He looked at Lizzie, whose eyes darted at him as she tightly smiled, and he practically scurried away.

Your throat felt tight as you looked up at her, every inch of you turning into stone as if she had Medusa’s glare. It became hard to breathe suddenly, and your face burned like molten lava.

“Hey,” she said so casually, her pursed lips pinching into a half-smile.

“Hi,” you whispered, knowing that she definitely couldn’t hear your meek voice over the loud music, but she knew what you said, anyway.

“Can I sit?” She gestured to the cushion beside you, but you felt like you were about to pass out. You faintly nodded, so she walked over, taking a seat on the cushion beside you. It was a respectable distance, but you could feel the cushion dip with her weight, so you scooted over a little. She sighed and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she leaned forward and sat her martini down on the table.

Her perfume struck you like a bolt of lightning. That sweet nostalgic smell that you had breathed in so many times, that had stuck to your clothes for weeks after you stopped talking, that you sometimes picked up in the air at random times and in random places, and it always brought back a rushing flood of memories that pained you. You turned your head, pretending to just scratch your nose as you tried to rid your sense of her beautiful but painful scent. It was overwhelmingly suffocating for you.

“I didn’t expect you to be here tonight,” her velvety voice spoke loudly over the music. “When I saw you across the room, I thought I was hallucinating.”

“Yeah, me too,” you mumbled, leaning forward and grabbing one of your friends’ half-empty drink and downing the rest of it. You could hear Lizzie take a sharp breath as she realized what you were drinking for.

“You didn’t expect me to be here tonight? At the party for my own show?” she asked with an edge of humor in her voice. You still couldn’t bring yourself to look over at her.

“You were never one for appearances.” You cleared your throat and wiped your nose again, trying to look anywhere else but her. There were a silent few moments where you could feel her looking at you. God, you hated how her gaze still made you feel like you were under the only beam of sun in the whole world, how it burned through the side of your face and made your nerve endings go crazy.

“You look beautiful tonight,” she said softer, and finally, you looked at her. She was sitting towards you, her legs crossed, hands clasped at her lap. No matter how calm she looked in the face, how much she could tame the ocean of emotions in her eyes, Lizzie’s hands always told her truth. They were fiddling with the ring on her thumb, twisting it around and around. It was funny how she did that without even realizing, and you’d seen her do it probably a thousand times.

“You do, too,” you whispered. She looked magnificent. Her skin was glowing, her eyes were complimented by her dark makeup, her hair looked perfect. She smiled softly, that familiar dimple forming in her cheeks.

A few more beats of silence ensued, but you kept your eyes on her, focusing on keeping your breathing slow and steady.

“I missed you,” she mouthed, and you could only hear the faintest sounds of her voice strings cracking.

“You didn’t miss me until you saw me just now,” you blurted, unsure if it was the alcohol or time between you making you so honest.

Her perfect eyebrows sewed together. “That’s not true.” Her hands stopped fiddling. “I have—I miss you every day.”

It felt impossible to keep looking at her—because you knew she was being truthful. With every second you saw that beautiful face, your breath left you more. You tore your eyes away and stared mindlessly at the table, rubbing your nose again to get her perfume out of your scent.

“Hey,” she said softly, to get you to look at her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. “Y/n.” You felt her scoot closer to you on the couch, her knee touching yours. “Look at me, baby.” That single word wrenched your stomach into such painful knots you almost doubled over.

“Don’t call me that!” you blurted, finally facing her. She looked taken aback at first, but she eased in, reaching out for your face. Her gentle, soft hand cupped your chin, and it instantly eased you. It was one of her old tricks.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, leaning in so close she only had to whisper for you to hear her. “I’m sorry I haven’t called. I wanted to, but I didn’t know… I didn’t know if you wanted me to.”

Her eyes trailed over your face, her other hand slinking across the back of the couch so that she had you completely in her corner. Her knee was still touching yours. You caught the slightest twitch of a smirk on her lips as her thumb grazed over your chin, the very edge of it catching your lip so lightly you could hardly feel it. Her touch, her simple touch, soothed your heart. You had missed it, you had missed her so much that you felt imbued with a vibrating energy at seeing her now, at feeling her hand on your face.

“Lizzie—”

“Did I tell you that you look so beautiful tonight?” she cut you off, her lips curling further into a smirk like a cat’s tail. Her eyes were trained on your mouth, and this time her thumb rubbed your lower lip and bent it down a little. Her irises, tinted by the club lights, were flooded by her widening pupils. You wanted to crawl inside there, to drown inside those shiny emerald pools.

“You did,” you remarked, not helping the little smile on your lips.

She touched your lip again, biting her own. There was no air between you now, only her minty breath fanning on your buzzing lips. “Can I kiss you?”

Your immediate thought was yes. Lizzie was irresistible to you. She exuded comfort and seduction in the same beat. There was an undeniable magnetic field between the two of you that drew you together any time you were near each other. That you learned in the very beginning when you first met her and tried to resist her. You just knew that Lizzie was going to be that one ex you went back to time and time again. There was no stopping it, no defying gravity, so you nodded. You would always be hers, anyway.

Lizzie leaned forward and let her lips graze yours, pausing to breathe the same breath, her nose nestled against yours, eyelashes tickling the tops of your cheeks. Finally, she closed in, holding your chin as she kissed you. It was more overwhelming than her perfume. It was gentle, as she always was at first. It was pure and nostalgic, a sort of intimate greeting. Then it grew hotter, and so did your skin. Her lips moved eagerly against yours, tongue teasing your lower lip but not going in. The sound of her breaths getting faster twisted a knot in your stomach, dizzying you in her poisonous kiss as her hand landed on your mid-thigh. You grabbed at her shoulder, letting out a small whine that seemed to break her from her trance.

Lizzie broke from the kiss with a gasp, moving her open mouth to your neck as she caught her breath, her upper body leaning against you now. The air around you was electric as she breathed against your neck, your hand weakly holding onto the shoulder of her blazer.

After a few moments, she pulled away from your neck, looking at you with inebriated eyes. Her mouth half-smiled, the tip of her tongue rolling against the back of her teeth as she stared down at your now puffy lips.

“Dance with me,” she huskily demanded, grabbing your hand and standing up.

You could barely get a hold of yourself as she pulled you up from the couch and led you to the dance floor, realizing that a simple kiss from her had made your knees weak and legs wobbly.

Almost forgetting that you were in a club with dozens of people, you felt shocked by all the bodies that Lizzie led you through until she found an open spot on the floor. Turning to you, she yanked you closer to her by the hand.

The music playing was sultry now, with deep, throbbing bass and incoherent yet sensual lyrics. Lizzie’s hands held your hips as you started to move in rhythm with the beat.

“You’re just as demanding as I remember,” you said into her ear so she could hear you. She only sucked her cheeks and squeezed your hips, keeping you tight against her.

“You’re just as beautiful as I remember,” she said back, to which you playfully rolled your eyes.

“That’s the third time tonight. I’m getting tired of it.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love my praise.”

You eyed her competitively as she smirked, tonguing her cheek deviously.

For a few moments, it was just you, Lizzie, and the music. You looked into each other’s eyes, somehow silently speaking all the words you wanted to say with them. There was no more distance between your bodies, and your arms wrapped around her shoulders as she guided you against her. You and Lizzie didn’t have to speak to have a conversation.

Your body grew hot when she leaned down and nosed her way through your hair to start kissing your neck. The room grew darker and warmer as you felt her suck on your neck, right on the sweet spot she knew you had. Your hand trailed up to her hair, tangling itself in those soft, delicate waves. She was all over you now, consuming you like wildfire. Her kisses grew wet and hard as she trailed them up to your mouth before kissing you again on the lips, biting your lower one and piercing it with her teeth before releasing it. You gasped and kissed her again, just as eagerly as she was.

Lizzie’s hands trailed around your hips, her rings rubbing into your flesh as she grabbed hard at your ass, pushing your hips into her. It was then you felt that she was packing, and through the desire that throbbed through you, you wondered if she knew you would be there tonight or if she had packed for some random stranger she was expecting to take home. Either way, you grinded into her, feeling the vibrations of her growl against your mouth. Her body grew rigid for a moment, pressing desperately close to you, her hand crawling up the center of your back and up your neck until she grabbed your hair and turned you around, pulling you against her from behind.

“Lizzie!” you exclaimed as she pinned you against her, her hand crawling up your throat and gently holding it. The music, the lights, her touch, her voice—it was all just too much. She grabbed your hips and grinded you against her, her piece rubbing right into you.

Her lips came to your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe. “I want you, y/n.”

She was bunching your skirt up so she could touch your thigh, grabbing and clawing at it. You hoped to God no one was filming anywhere near, or else the Internet would explode with pictures of Elizabeth Olsen and her ex y/n practically dry humping in a club.

“I need you,” she growled again, her body pressed hot and close against yours so that you were starting to break a sweat. “Please.” She kissed sweetly at your neck, hands on your hips loosening their grip so that she wouldn’t come off as too coercing.

Turning around to look at her, you tugged at the collar of her blazer, watching the absorptive lust in her eyes that was obviously becoming too much for her to bare. Biting your lip, you smirked and nodded.

The door to the club bathroom was practically kicked open as Lizzie burst through it, dragging you in behind her. There were also purplish blue neon lights in the single bathroom that was extremely small and a little dingy for being a respectable establishment. You could still hear the muffled music from inside the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed, Lizzie forcefully pushed you against it. The force of your back hitting the door knocked the breath out of you, but she was on you, grabbing your face and kissing you harshly. Her hand trailed down to reach beside you and lock the door.

“You can’t wear things like this,” Lizzie growled, breaking the kiss to look down at your sheer skirt, grabbing two fistfuls of it and pushing it up your hips so she could see your thighs and the little lacey panties you were wearing under it.

“You don’t like it?” you husked, turned on at the way she was looking up your skirt while biting her lip hard.

“It’s something I would’ve never let you wear out alone,” she murmured, looking back up at you as she reached one hand between your legs, cupping your pussy. “It’s just too fucking hot.”

Gasping, you grabbed at her blazer as she started wildly kissing your face and neck, and you could already feel your makeup melting off.

Moving your panties to the side, she pressed her fingers through your folds, instantly moaning at how wet you were. “Fuck, y/n.” The curse sounded like pure sex dripping from her lips.

Leaning forward, you dove your mouth to her neck and started biting her soft skin, inhaling a concentrated scent of her perfume where she had applied it to her pressure point. You almost couldn’t believe she was real, that this was your Lizzie pinning you to a club bathroom door, her hand up your skirt and in your panties.

“I can’t take it,” she whined, grabbing you and moving you to the adjacent wall, pushing you up against it, making sure her hand was cradling the back of your head as she pinned you to the wall.

Lizzie’s breaths were ragged as she fumbled at your panties, ripping them down your legs and kicking them to the side with her heels. She grabbed at your bare pussy, coming back in for another hot and heavy kiss on the mouth. You struggled to breathe, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and trying to meet the force with which she was kissing. She was becoming desperate and needy for you, her tongue shoving its way through your lips and settling into your mouth. She grabbed your face with her free hand and tilted it so she could press her tongue further into your mouth, the tip tickling the back of your throat as she devoured your mouth and moaned into it. Her hand massaged at your clit, relishing all the wetness between your legs that she knew was all for her.

“Fuck,” she cursed again, pulling away from the kiss to catch her breath, your mouths moistened with each other’s. Pressing her face into your hair and inhaling, she reached down to her belt with her free hand.

Desire throbbed through your feverish body, feeling like Lizzie’s presence had sobered you up and then got you drunk again. She tugged harshly at her pants, practically ripping them open and reaching in to take out her strap. She licked her lips and breathed heavily through her mouth as she looked down for a moment. She paused before suddenly wrapping her arm around your butt and lifting you up, causing you to shriek and hook your legs around her hips. She pressed you against the wall, keeping you completely stuck between it and her, her mouth on yours again.

“Lizzie,” you breathed, feeling dizzy at the passion frenzied in the air between you.

Upon hearing you say her name, she stopped, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other holding her cock. She looked up at you with as clear vision as she could through her tainted desire. “Can I? Please?”

You put a hand to the back of her head, tangling your fingers through her hair. Of course, you wanted her to, but you had never seen her quite so desperate for you like this in a long time, and you wanted to draw it out.

“Please,” she repeated, leaning down to bite at your shoulder. She was pressing you so hard against the wall you could barely breathe, let alone move. If she wanted to, she would.

“Please what?” you asked innocently, as if she wasn’t standing there holding her strap towards you in anticipation.

Her eyes flickered up to you, shadowed under the dim neon lighting. “Please let me fuck you,” she begged, nipping at your lips and kissing all over your face, pressing harder into you. “Please, please, please.”

You didn’t want to cut her off while she was hot, so you dug your nails into her back and whispered, “Yes.”

She nearly gasped when you said it, her teeth sinking hard into your neck and making you cry out. However needy she was before, it was even worse now as she tore into your skin and steadied herself, lining the tip of her strap with your entrance and guiding it inside you all at once with one forceful snap of her hips.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried out, knowing no one outside would hear you through the music and the thick walls.

“Fuck, fuck,” Lizzie cursed against your neck, adjusting you so that your legs were wrapped tight around her and you were locked between her and the wall. Grabbing at your skirt again, she yanked it up around your hips and held them as she withdrew her hips and then thrust them forward again.

To be honest, you hadn’t been with anyone since her, which you wouldn’t tell her because you knew there was an element of jealousy in the air at the thought that either of you might have been with other people, and Lizzie always packed large. Your eyes squeezed shut as she thrust herself into you hard and fast, giving you no time to adjust.

“God, I’ve missed you,” she exclaimed against your shoulder, her hands moving to your ass and grabbing it hard as she fucked you against the wall.

Keeping your ankles hooked behind her, you tried to spread your thighs wider so it would be easier, but even with that and how wet you were, she was just too big and you were too tight.

“Lizzie, slow down,” you pleaded, grabbing at her blazer and leaning your head back against the wall so you could breathe.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, looking up at you and kissing your jaw gently. She listened as best as she could, slowing down her thrusts, but it was obvious she couldn’t help how hard she snapped her hips each time.

After a few moments, you started to adjust, and she started to lose control again, and the searing pain faded away into unfiltered, throbbing pleasure. You grabbed needily at her as she hammered into you, the strap moving just right against her own clit that she started to moan into your neck.

“I’ve missed your pussy, fuck,” she grunted, and the dirtiness of your words made you realize the dirtiness of the situation. How she was fucking you wildly and desperately, pinned up against the wall, in the club bathroom under neon lights, after having just seen her for the first time in months only some twenty minutes ago.

There was no space between you, only as much as she would allow to withdraw her hips between each thrust, and you thought that Lizzie might crush you to death against that wall.

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned, fucking into you even harder as her heavy breaths filled your ear. You turned your head to kiss at the side of her face, trying to soothe her. It only drew her attention to your mouth, because she turned and caught your lips with her own, shoving her tongue down your throat again. The sound of your head hitting the wall caught her attention, so she lifted one hand away from your ass to cradle the back of your head. You were helpless, pinned mercilessly there against the wall, and all your senses being filled with Lizzie was building a pressure in the pit of your belly. She was so deep inside you, stretching you out, kissing you so hard and deep, your body was overwhelmed.

In an instant, your orgasm crashed over you, walls squeezing around her cock as you practically screamed into her mouth, her moans mixing with yours. You trembled, knowing that if she wasn’t keeping you against that wall with her own body and strength, you would’ve slid right to the floor.

You could tell Lizzie was close, but she was not stopping as she chased her own high, fucking you through your orgasm and making another one quickly build behind it. You were a melted puddle in her arms now, weak and overstimulated, stretched out and used.

Lizzie finally pulled away from your mouth, instead choosing to occupy her mouth with biting your shoulder. “Fuck,” she groaned, her thrusts getting sloppy and unhinged. Her hand on your ass was digging her nails into your flesh and undoubtedly leaving bruises, but you didn’t care. You wanted her to cum.

“Cum for me, Lizzie,” you whispered, scratching at her warm back underneath the blazer. “Cum for me.”

She did, fucking harder into you than before, crushing you so hard against the wall that your back ached and you could barely breathe. You held onto her, holding her head as she trembled and shook and moaned against you for several moments until finally she sighed, putting some pressure off you so you could breathe again. It took her several minutes to come down, and you stroked her hair every minute of it, kissing her cheek as she nuzzled her nose into your hair for comfort.

Finally, she pulled away and looked at you, her makeup smudged and hair wild, with a gleam of sweat on her forehead. “Holy fuck,” she whispered, looking down as she carefully pulled out of you, noticing the way you winced a little. She tucked her strap away and buckled her belt, gently setting you down on the floor. You could feel how bad your back ached now, and how weak your legs were. Knees buckling, you hooked an arm around her shoulder, and she held you up against her, grinning down at you devilishly.

“God, I missed you.”

“Will you pick my underwear off the floor, please?”

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daydreams-after-dark · 10 months ago

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Blindfolds | Chan x Reader x mystery man (Minho)

chan x fem reader x minho.

Chan helps you fulfil your fantasy of having a "stranger" sleep with you

Word count: I think about 3k?

MDNI . Content warning below.

————- WARNINGS: unsafe sex, threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal fingering, blowjob, orgasm, slight choking, cum eating, mystery sex, blindfold—————-

You walk down the dimly lit hallway towards one of the unused bedrooms in the holiday house you and your friends were staying at. You and your best friend, Chan decided the scenario will take place in a space that no one is using, to really maximize the mysteriousness of it the whole thing.

Butterflies are going crazy in your stomach, and you tug your satin robe tighter around your waist to try to settle them down. You feel rather sexy and feminine in the robe, the cream floral print against a gold background makes you feel like a queen.

You approach the designated door and knock.

“Come in.” Chan's voice calls from the inside. You swallow hard and push open the door.

You're immediately taken aback. The room is stunning. The decor is dark and moody, with the walls painted a dark grey blue, and the furniture looks as though it’s antique. Paintings of abstract naked women have been hung around the room.

There are various stained-glass lamps, emanating a seductive glow, and there is music playing low in the background. It sounds like French music. A woman’s voice seductively fills the room.

Then there’s the bed. Huge, King sized, so plush and high set. Chan is laying propped up against the dark timber headboard, he almost looks lost leaning amongst the generous number of over sized plush pillows. He’s wearing black tracksuit pants and a muscle tee. It looks out of place in such a sensually styled room.

“What do you think?” Chan gestures around the room.

“Th- this,” you stammer. “It’s amazing Chan.” You move towards the bed, stretching out your hand to touch the dark green quilt. It’s luxurious on your fingertips as you run your hand along the fabric and move closer to the head of the bed. The only thought going through your head is: Someone’s going to fuck you on this.

You perch on the side of the bed facing away from Chan, your feet barely reaching the floor. That's when you notice the black blindfold laid out neatly on the bedside table. Next to it is a bottle of coconut oil.

“How are you feeling? Are you okay?” Chan reaches out to touch your hand that’s resting beside you on the bed.

You inhale deeply and then slowly release the breath. How are you feeling? It’s a mixture of feelings really. You're so very nervous. That you already know. But, you're also… excited. The idea of what’s about to happen is truly thrilling to you.

You can't believe your best friend Chan agreed to help you fulfil this fantasy. Of being blindfolded and fucked by a mystery person.

Chan smiles “We gotta get you ready!” He practically jumps off the bed and moves around to the side of the bed, taking your hand and helping you slide off the bed.

You've already discussed the details of how you're going to do this, covering safe words and safe gestures, what positions we are going to be in. These had been relayed to the mystery person who was going to be participating. The man coming to fuck you wouldn't be a stranger though. It was one of seven other men, that Chan knows extremely well. You've met them all too, and to be fair, you'd be thrilled to have any of them fuck you.

You stand in front of Chan facing away from him. There is tension in the air and your breath feels wobbly. He steps closer to you, and you can feel his breath on your neck and a pang in your chest. You'd really wish he'd kiss you. Chan doesn't know how much you actually want him. But he's never shown any signs of wanting you as more than a friend. He slowly reaches around, careful not to touch you too much, you wish he would, and pulls at your robe’s rope-tie.

It comes loose easily allowing your robe to fall open. Chan delicately pulls your robe off your shoulders letting it drop to the floor. You hadn’t put any underwear on, and now you're standing completely naked in front of Chan. And only Chan.

It feels extremely intimate and you're feeling self conscious. He hasn’t been this close to your naked body before. Goosebumps form on your skin. It isn’t cold in the room. Chan had thought of that too and had made the room a comfortable temperature. He’s so fucking considerate. You smile to myself.

You close your eyes and compose yourself. Fuck. You're really doing this.

Chan takes your hand again and grabs the blindfold in the other. He steadies you as you climb onto the bed where he resumes the position of laying down and propped up against a pillow and headboard. He directs you to sit between his legs facing away from him, and carefully he places the blindfold over your eyes and securing it at the back of your head. Your senses immediately heighten. This feels so erotic.

“Lean back on me.” He whispers as he guides you to lean back onto his fully clothed body. You can feel his hard, toned muscles flexing underneath you and his breathing is strained. Is he nervous? You can feel an erection beginning to dig into your back. Is this turning him on?

You imagine what this must look like, your exposed, naked body with Chan’s strong legs on either side of yours. You don’t know what to do with your hands so you rest them on your stomach. You don’t know where Chan’s arms and hands are, only that they aren’t touching you. You wish he’d wraps his arms around you. You wish he’d caress your body.

For a moment you try to imagine what it would be like if he did touch you. The sensation of him cupping your breasts, pinching a nipple, sliding his hands over your body. Then you remember why you're here, for a mystery fuck. A small moan escapes you. Did he hear you?

Chan nuzzles his face into your neck, resting his chin on your left shoulder. He's so close. “You already imagining a stranger inside you, hmm?” he whispers. You whimper. His voice turns you on beyond belief.

You don’t have chance to answer because there is a knock on the door. You suck in a breath. This is actually happening.

“Come in.” Chan calls out. You hear the door creak open and then close.

“Are you ready to begin?” whispers Chan in your ear.

“Mmm hmm, yes.” you reply.

“Good, because I think you are going to really enjoy this.”

He takes hold of your hands and places them on the bed either side of your body, using his hands to hold them down out of the way so you can’t go ahead and touch your anonymous lover. You had requested this. It makes you feel like you're being forcefully held in place, although you know you can change things if you want.

You feel the mattress dip slightly. Someone is climbing onto the bed near your feet. Who can it be? Is it Changbin? Or could it be Minho? Felix? Could it be Jisung?

A hand touches your ankle. You shudder, then very slowly and delicately it makes it way up to the side of your knee. Their touch is light and feathery. You swallow.

Then you feel a mouth, a moist, plush mouth just above your knee. You think he is about to take the kisses up your leg, but instead takes his kisses back down, making his way down to your ankle. It feels so sensual. Who do these lips belong to?

Chan releases your arms for just a moment so he can lift your legs over each of his legs, which are spread out wide on the bed. Then he goes back to gently pinning your hands to the mattress.

You sense the other man moving closer and a mouth reappears on your skin. This time it’s your inner right thigh. He drags his tongue from inside your leg near your knee all the way up your inner thigh, sending tingles through your body, but he stops before he gets anywhere near your pussy. He does this again, and then mirrors the action with your other leg.

His hands try to push your legs a little wider and Chan assists by moving his own legs wider again, forcing your legs to part just a little more. You're ready, wide open for whatever you're about to receive.

The touching stops, but you can feel him kneeling in front of you. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly in anticipation.

You're pleasantly startled when you feel a warm liquid landing on your breasts. The oil. Chan must have warmed it up somehow in preparation. You moan at the sensation of the oil dripping down around and between your breasts. You suck your breath between your teeth when you feel a pair of hands cupping your breasts, then squeezing and massaging the flesh in slow, but firm circles.

His hands slide easily over your oiled skin, and you squeal slightly when he squeezes your nipples. As the pinches and flicks become more aggressive you can’t help but arch your back and rock your hips at the sensation.

Chan shushes you. “We need to stay still and take it, remember what we agreed to?” That’s right, part of this was you needed to stay as still as possible, it was all part of being restrained. You compose yourself and stop moving. It’s so difficult but you're determined to play the part properly.

“Good girl.” Chan growls low. Good girl? You love those words.

More warm oil is applied to your stomach. There is so much that it coats your entire abdomen and runs down towards your core, and trickles down where your pussy lips meet. You feel bad for the bedding, it’s probably going to be a mess.

It feels so fucking sexy with your body being this slick and slippery. You feel like a goddess being worshipped and adored, yet at the same time you feel like a dirty whore who doesn’t care who fucks her.

You wait for the hands to return to your body, anticipating them all over your stomach and you moan and pant with the need to be touched now. You're desperate and on the verge of begging.

“Pl-please… please touch me.” you say.

“He wants you to call him ‘Sir’”, Chan whispers.

“Please touch me again… Sir.” you pant.

You let out a long, low moan as he pours the oil at the top of your pussy. It runs down through your lips and onto your asshole. You can’t help but try to wriggle with pleasure and frustration. Chan squeezes your hand, a reminder that you need to stay still. You don’t know where his hands will land next and the anticipation is pure agony.

The stranger lifts your legs up bending them so your knees are up near your chest. Chan removes one of his hands from yours to grip under your knee to help pin it against your chest, whilst the other man pins your right leg.

You feel the heel of a hand press firmly against your clit and begin to move in circular motions, much like they did with your breasts. It provides a grinding sensation that shoots pleasure deep inside of your abdomen.

“Fuck that feels so good… Sir.” you whimper as his hand swirls and presses on you for what feel like and eternity.

He then drags two fingers beginning at your clit all the way down to your asshole, dragging the oil and your slickness all the way down. Your cunt clenches as his fingers pass by the entrance, not stopping to explore. He presses a finger to your rim.

“Aaaah!!” you gasp at the sensation of the pressure.

He massages his finger against you, and you know you're going to open up easily for him. You are so aroused and so slick from yourself and the oil that it doesn’t take much for the tip of his finger to breech the entrance. You grip the sheets with your hands and pant shallow breaths as his finger slips in deeper, deeper, all the way in.

“You’re being so good for him.” Chan’s words of praise in your ear make you melt around the stranger’s finger and you're ready for more.

“Sir… please.. I need… can you put in another finger?”

He slowly removes his finger and you feel two fingers at your rim now. He pushes them in, going ever so slowly. It’s a stretch but he’s moving slowly enough that you're adjusting along the way, making the stretch feel achingly good. He must be experienced at this sort of thing. He knows exactly what to do.

You bring your left arm up and wrap it around Chan’s neck, as whispers words of encouragement in your ear.

The volume of your moans and whimpers grow so loud now that it’s drowning out the sound of the French woman’s singing. The man moves his fingers in and and out of your ass maintaining a relentlessly slow pace. The burning sensation with every drag of his fingers makes you cry out.

“Faster… harder… Sir I need… more.”

He quickly builds up the pace. Chan releases your hand to bring his hand to your neck, wrapping it around your throat and squeezing slightly but not enough to cut off air. Then he brings his thumb up to your lips. You open your mouth allowing him to slip his thumb inside. You pull at the hair on the back of his head and he pushes his thumb further into your mouth. The other man continues to fuck your ass with his fingers.

A mouth lands on your pussy. His tongue swirls around and through your lips. The tip of his tongue slides inside of you. Chan starts to fuck your mouth with his thumb, pushing it deep into your mouth roughly. You want him to ruin you.

You're practically screaming from the glorious agony, your senses are on overload.

Chan removes his thumb. “Is this okay?” he checks in with you.

“Yes… But… I want his cock now.”

“Ahhh yes, I bet you do. Let’s sort you out, yeah?”

The fingers inside your ass are removed and you feel the man shift his position.

His thighs press against the underside of yours. Then… you feel the tip of a cock. He pushes it against your opening, making you let out a pathetic whine. Your body is begging for him to push his cock in.

But he doesn't push it in. Moments pass and still nothing happens. What is happening? A sense of panic makes it’s way into your body. Has he changed his mind?

“He wants to know if we can take the blindfold off?” Chan asks.

You pause. He hasn’t changed his mind. You quickly decide what you want to do. Whoever it is wants you to be right there with him, making this moment together. Not him fucking you, but you fucking each other.

You bite your bottom lip. “Okay.” you say shakily. Your breath quickens at the thought of coming face to face with the man who has been pleasuring you so amazingly.

Chan takes over holding your right leg up and two hands come to rest on the sides of your blindfold, the tip of his cock slips into you slightly as he leans in towards you, giving you a tease of what’s to come. You can’t wait until he is all the way inside.

Your blindfold slides off but your vision is slightly blurry. You blink to adjust your eyes and the man before you becomes clear.

Minho.

He is looking at you expectantly, nervously, like you might run away at the sight of him.

You reach up and cup his face. His cheeks are flushed and lips pink and swollen. He isn’t even being the one fucked right now but he looks like he is.

“Hey.” you say with a dazed smile.

“Hey.” He replies. “Is this okay…do you want to keep…”

You wrap an arm around his waist and pull him down on top of you. His hands reach around to your ass and he lifts your hips up and pushes himself all the way inside of you.

Minho is finally free to make noises now and he makes long low moans as he rocks his hips into you. He looks down to where you're joined to watch his cock glide in and out.

You still have one arm wrapped around Chan’s neck, your other explores Minho’s body. His toned body undulates like some sort of exotic python. He’s even more skilled with his cock than with those magic fingers. He brings his mouth down onto yours mirroring his tongue with his thrusts. A skilled, diligent lover.

You melt together as his long, languid thrusts become deeper and you’re being pressed into Chan’s hard cock.

Without warning, Minho pulls out and flips you over in one fluid move so that you’re on all fours.

You look to the head of the bed and see Chan’s hard erection inside his sweat pants. You’re about to reach for it when you’re dragged down the bed by Minho. You look into Chan’s eyes longingly as you’re being pulled out of reach and he just stares back at you. You want to please him so badly.

Minho pushes his cock back inside of you making you cry out. Pleasure washes over you, mixing with the angst of yearning for Chan. He slides his thumb over your asshole and presses it inside. “Ahhh.. Yes, Minho.” You cry, squeezing your eyes tight.

He pushes it in all the way and rests his palm and fingers on your tail bone. His grip is perfect to rock you on and off his cock. You love feeling so filled up. You’re so close now.

Chan looks fucked out, like he’s on another planet. His engorged, swollen red cock is now out of his pants and in his hand, but he’s not doing anything with it. He’s just holding it absentmindedly. His eyes glazed over as he stares at you.

Minho must notice him too. “Kitten?” he pants. “Do you want to help Chan out? Make him come?”

You look at Chan eagerly. You’re practically salivating.

“Come over here Chan. It’s okay.” Minho encourages Chan over but he doesn’t move. “Before I cum.” He adds, hoping that will spur him on.

Chan, as if possessed, gets up onto his knees and crawls his way towards you. Once he is close enough he offers you the head of his cock and you take hold of it with one hand and guide him into your mouth. Chan whimpers at the touch. You lick your tongue along his shaft and over the tip before taking him deep into your mouth.

“Oh fuck!” Chan whines high pitched.

“Don’t use your hands. Make him work for it.” Minho growls.

You do as you’re told and release your grip but keeping him in your mouth.

Something in Chan snaps. He grabs the back of your head and starts plunging his cock into your mouth relentlessly. He tangles his fingers in your hair as he fucks your face without restraint. It makes you gag. It’s hard to take him and your eyes water.

You look up at him, he’s staring at you while his cock thrusts into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, making you almost choke. Seeing Chan using you like this while Minho pounds into you from behind, is all too much.

You cry out around Chan’s cock as your legs shake and your cunt clenches around Minho. Your arms and legs buckle underneath you but Minho is there to hold you steady. He wraps an arm underneath you, keeping you in position.

Minho suddenly pulls out, painting your back in his cum with a long moan.

Chan growls and moans and pulls his cock out to massage his release into your waiting mouth and tongue. There is so much, coating your tongue and dribbling down your chin. He leans back onto his heels, shaking as he watches you swallow everything in your mouth, and then use your fingers to scoop the remaining cum on your chin and licking your fingers clean. He looks horrified and startled. Oh shit, have you done something wrong?

Chan quickly gets off the bed and pulls up his trackpants. “Fuck. I am so sorry.” He is so flustered.

“I’ll get the towels.” Minho announces and hops off the bed.

“Chan?” You whimper. He doesn’t seem to hear you. He’s is freaking out. “Chan!” You repeat, “I need you to hold me.”

Chan looks down at you, as though he is scared. What is going through his mind? Cautiously, he edges closer to the bed and sits beside you. You’re still in an all fours position waiting to have your back wiped clean, but you kneel up to let Chan wrap his arms around you. You nuzzle into his chest. Why is he so upset with you?

You feel him relax against you and he strokes your hair. “I shouldn’t have done that to you.” He whispers over and over. You don’t understand. You fucking loved that he did that to you. You’ve wanted it for so long.

“Oh Channie!” You cry. “I fucking want you, you idiot!”

Chan looks at you warily. “Really?”

You reach up and cup his cheek. “Yes.” You whisper, your eyes dropping to his lips. He closes the gap capturing you in a heated kiss. “Stay with me tonight, Chan.”

“Of course, baby girl. Of course."

Minho returned, cleaned you up and helped you and Chan hop into bed.

"I'm glad you two have finally got your act together." he said laughing as he said goodnight and left you and Chan to snuggle together.

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itshannjisung @kangnina @weareapackofstrays

#chan smut #minho smut #skz smut #chan x reader #minho x reader #sorshas fic

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the-seelie-court-official · 11 months ago

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when i smoke i do a french inhale which is very sexy but then i immediately start kinda hyperventilating to huff my own exhale which is considerably too english-bulldog-coded for all but the coolest femmes to find attractive

#memos from the embassy

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pynkhues · 2 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/pynkhues/770330080935346176/httpswwwtumblrcomloustat-0770311728091299840?source=share

That is something I love about your fics, how viscerally you convey their need to touch each other, not just sexually, but all touch.

Anon, 😭😭 you're very lovely, thank you. This is still a little sexy, but have a domestic snippet from the Cruising fic:

Bzzt.

Bzzzzzzzzttttt.

Louis feels his face pinch as he’s roused from his slumber by the sound of the loud vibration, glass ricocheting off glazed wood, echoing through the quiet sanctuary of his bedroom. It’s enough to pull him into the moment, into this new night, to this bed, to this city, to this entanglement, for he feels the knobs of Lestat’s bony spine against his chest before he feels anything else. Before he feels the numbness of his left arm, caught between Lestat’s side and the mattress, before he feels the curve of his perfect ass, cradled between Louis’ hips, and he works his mouth. Tastes the stale remnants of last night – of sleep and blood and Lestat – and he pushes his nose into the valley Lestat’s neck makes with his shoulder, inhales deeply, lets Lestat, however briefly, fill his senses as the blood drips south, and he drops his free hand to Lestat’s hip. Tilts it ever so slightly back against him, the blissful pressure, weight, seam of him there in his lap and- -

Bzzzzzzzzzttttttt.

And - -

Right.

With a low groan, Louis leans back just enough to fumble a hand out behind him in the dark, reaching for where his cell phone sits on his bedside table, blinks bleary eyes up at it as he turns the screen on, but despite a flurry of messages from a flurry of people, his phone’s not the one that’s ringing. He glances across the bed at where Lestat’s phone is glowing bright on top of the other table, and rolls over again to pull his left arm out from beneath Lestat, draping himself over him as he starts to stir, pressing a quick kiss to his shoulder and giving his bare ass a quick, light good-evening slap.

“Phone, baby.”

And Lestat practically growls at that, yanking himself out of sleep only to flop pathetically over in the sheets, grabbing his cell off the bedside table and letting loose a string of cusses in French when he recognises the contact. Still, he promptly answers, even if he does hook it between his head and shoulder so that he can reach a hand back behind him to fondle Louis’ cock briefly as he does it.

Despite himself, Louis can’t quite bite back the grin, half-hard but also awake enough now to know that this ain’t gonna happen on what seems like a work call, so he detaches Lestat’s hand from his (hot, already pulsing - - fuck, no one gets him going like Lestat) member, entwines their fingers briefly with an affectionate squeeze that has Lestat staring back at him unblinking over his shoulder, and sits up in bed, giving them a little distance. He rolls his shoulders back, wills his arousal away, shakes out his left arm to try and get some circulation back into it from where it was pinned beneath Lestat’s body for likely the entire day, before grabbing his phone again to actually read through his messages. There are a few from his assistant, passed on follow-up from the Whitechapel Gallery and meeting requests from property developers back in Dubai, a few from Margot, and one from Rashid about a potential buyer for another Klimt coming through a contact at Sotheby’s.

Enough to get to work, he thinks, slipping out of bed, feeling Lestat’s too hot gaze on the line of his nude body as he tosses on a slate grey cotton t-shirt and a pair of deep, autumnal red silk lounge pants, grabs his laptop from atop the dresser and pads downstairs towards the kitchen.

#i worked way more domesticity into this than i was expecting and i shan't apologise for it!!#haha #it's been fun to think of what they might be like in an environment that let them be stupidly in love #even if louis' still in relative denial that they're obviously back together haha #but seriously thank you #this was a really nice ask to log back into #like a dog-less bone #fic asks #iwtv fic

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gwalch-mei · 2 months ago

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arthurian ask game for @caer-gai !!!!

(sending good vibes that tumblr stops eating your asks!!!)

😤most specific nitpick about your fave?

god ok where to BEGIN with gawain omg

personally i really don’t like it when he’s like. WAY older than the rest of the knights? i see this in movies mostly but idk it just feels WEIRD if he’s like. almost as old as like. kay or arthur. like no,,,,, hes like. in his late 20s early 30s to me when he dies

😏gawain?

*inhale*

WOULD.

he’s sexy and i’m not sorry to admit it. i’d fuck him. but at the same time he’s just like me fr i fear,,,,,, interesting conundrum!

🥖favourite french/du lac?

first off i LOVE the emoji choice for this shxjsbfhxkwbdjs real af but god this is a tough one! i like them all a lot but i def spend the most time thinking abt lance and galahad,,, truly the most deranged father son duo to me.

#ty for the ask theo!!!!! sorry your tumblrs broken still :(#but this was a lot of fun!!!! ty for putting it together too!!#arthuriana #caer-gai🏰#asks #beep beep richie

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lalogawrites · 1 year ago

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All I Want Is More (Leo/OC)

May I please present my humble entry for @desceros 's awesome #tmntspringshellebration challenge! This features my OC and a cross of Bayverse/2003 Leonardo. 💙 All characters are mid-20s. This is SPICY, so 18+ only.

Happy reading! Thank you desceros for the lovely challenge 🥰 *******

Sweat beaded Miranda’s brow as she clambered up the final flight to her place. Summers in New York City weren’t quite as hot as humid as those in Savannah, but they were pretty damn close. After a long shift at the diner, she wanted nothing more than to jump in the shower, then collapse on her couch with a fat bowl.

As she unlocked her apartment door, her phone vibrated in her pocket. When Miranda pulled the device free, she grinned at the caller’s name and answered immediately.

“Hey, handsome.”

“Hey, gorgeous.” The low timbre of Leo’s voice sent a thrill straight to her core, and her grin widened as she pushed her door open with her hips.

“You’re awake already?” she asked, glancing at the time — just after four pm. It was still light out and everything. “I thought y’all had a long patrol last night.”

“I’ve rested enough.” There was a beat of silence, then he said, “You’re off work?”

“Yeah. Thank god.” She locked the door, then tossed her keys and bag on her counter, stepping out of her shoes before she flopped down onto the couch. “Oh, fuck that feels good.”

Leo’s chuckle was deep and sexy. “Should I be jealous?”

“Oh, yeah,” she replied, wriggling her toes. “I’m on top of my new lover. They’re big and squashy, and in the prettiest shade of plum… We met at the Salvation Army.”

He chuckled again, but his next words were more serious. “How was your shift?”

“Customers could have been worse. Tips could have been better.” She sighed, flexing her calves. “What are you doing?”

“Actually…” A pregnant pause, then he said, somewhat sheepishly. “At the risk of sounding like a bad horror movie villain, I’m right outside.”

“What?” She jumped up and hurried to the window to let him in. “Why didn’t you say so?”

But he didn’t enter her apartment, only stood on her fire escape, amidst her plants and his bonsai, and regarded her. Miranda leaned against the window frame and watched him in return. It was surreal to see Leo bathed in the afternoon sunlight; it cast a golden sheen on his green skin, made his eyes all the bluer.

At last he tilted his head, his nostrils flaring. “You look amazing,” he said in that low, sexy voice.

No way that was true, after eight hours slinging burgers and french fries. But, suddenly she understood his intentions. “Leo,” she said, rolling her eyes. “We’re adults and we’re dating. You don’t have to play coy if you want a booty call. You can just tell me you want to rail me against the wall.”

Was it her imagination, or did his eyes go darker? She definitely wasn’t imagining the flush of deep green that spread across his mottled cheeks. But his voice—god, his voice—sent a jolt of desire straight through her.

“Is that so?”

Before she knew it, Leo had slipped inside her apartment, but she barely had time to register the fact because of the way he’d pushed her against the nearest wall. As he somehow got both of her wrists in one hand, pulling her arms over her head, his knee splayed her legs apart. Within the space of seconds, she was utterly at his mercy. When he stroked her wrists with his thumb, the light touch sent delicious tingles through her entire body. His knee shifted, pressing against her core, where her underwear was already damp.

Leo leaned down, inhaling her scent, then he gave a low groan — a sound of pure lust.

Miranda couldn’t help herself and ground herself against his leg. The friction made her words come out as a breathy moan. “You should smell me after I take a shower.”

A half-smile tugged his lips, but he released her, his expression stern once more. “It’s not…” He sighed. “I shouldn’t have come.”

What the hell? Miranda rubbed her wrists—already missing his strong grip—then touched his arm. “Hey. What’s going on with you? Talk to me, please.”

Leo worked his jaw, then stepped away from her, depositing his sword harness beside the couch as he headed for her kitchen — like he was trying to put distance between them. But if that’d been his real aim, why’d he come to her apartment in the first place?

Sometimes Leo got…taciturn. It was the other side to the coin of his restrained nature, one that was beyond fun to shake him out of. But the only way out was through, so Miranda went to her plum-colored couch and reclined again. “Okay, well, you’re free to hang out as long as you want. I’m going to take a nap—”

“It’s humiliating,” he broke in.

She sat upright, leaning over the back of the couch to regard him. “What is?”

He made a vague gesture at himself. “What’s going on with me. It’s humiliating, and I shouldn’t even have come, but I thought…” He sighed, his shoulders sinking. “Do you know what a ‘rut’ is?”

Miranda pursed her lips. “Like a ditch or like what deer go through when they want to mate?”

“The latter.” Leo winced. “And it’s not just deer.” His blue eyes met hers and she noted again how dark they looked, like his pupils were huge.

“You’re…in your mating season?” she managed.

He nodded. “It’s something the guys and I each go through, once a year. At different times,” he added as her mouth opened. “It’s…well, it’s usually hell for me. I can’t train or sleep. I can’t even meditate. I can’t concentrate on anything other than…finding a release.”

Miranda absorbed this. “Sounds intense. Are you… Is it painful?”

He looked around her kitchen, his gaze darting from the leftover coffee mugs on the countertops to the sink full of dirty dishes —that she’d totally been about to get to. Then he started cleaning, which he often did when he was agitated.

“Sometimes, yeah,” he replied as he moved the coffee cups to the sink. “But mostly it’s just… I can’t explain. I lose control of myself. Completely. All I can think about is getting off. And every year, I usually just lock myself in my room and…take care of things on my own.”

“But this time…?” she prompted.

Leo swiped a rag over the counter, then leaned against it, breathing hard. “I’m early. Like, months early. And it’s…” He exhaled again, sharply. “It’s so much more intense this time. The desire, I mean. And I think it’s because…” He looked at her again, his expression shaded with lust. “Because of you. Because we’re sleeping together. Because my body knows you’re my,” he flushed again, “my mate.”

His eyes drifted closed and he inhaled again. “And you’re ovulating, which I think has kicked everything into overdrive.”

Okay, so this was another aspect of dating a non-human that she’d never considered, but damn, was it shaping up to be a ton of fun.

But Leo was clearly upset about his ultra-horny state, so she tried to be sympathetic. “I guess this would be a lot to say over text… Is that why you came over?”

He froze over the sink, his shell to her; his shoulders rose and fell with his breaths. “I thought… I wondered if… You…”

Shit, he couldn’t even form a sentence. Miranda rose and went to him, resting a hand on his waist, drawing his gaze. “Hey,” she said, pressing her other hand to his cheek. “It’s okay. I love you, Leo. I’m glad you came over. I want to help you.”

His eyes widened, but he pulled away, pacing towards the other wall. “You don’t understand what you’d be getting into. During mating season, I can’t control myself like normal.”

“I don’t know, that sounds fun to me,” she replied with a wink.

He gave a weak chuckle, though his hands fisted at his sides. “And I have a lot more…stamina than normal. It takes more—a lot more—to satisfy me.”

Better and better. “Still not seeing the downside.”

Leo looked at her intently. “Once we start, I won’t be able to stop. Even if I…hurt you.”

Miranda was just on the smaller side of normal for most women; Leo towered over her, outweighing her by well over a hundred pounds, at least. She’d marveled over—and lusted after—his strength many times. But the implication to what he was saying gave her pause.

But only for a second. “You won’t hurt me.”

He frowned. “What if you’re wrong?”

“I’m not.” She took a single step toward him, drawn like a moth to a flame. “Leo, I trust you. I know you would never hurt me — not without my permission, anyway.”

He’d gone utterly still as she approached, his fists clenched, his entire body strung taut. Miranda skimmed her fingertips up his wrist and forearm, and he shuddered.

“If you can smell that I’m ovulating,” she added. “Then you can also tell how fucking turned on I am right now. Right?”

His nostrils flared, his eyes widened. “Miranda…”

Her gaze darted to his crotch, where she could tell he’d already dropped his cock, though his pants somehow managed to restrain his impressive erection. But he didn’t move, like he was still uncertain.

There was only one way to handle Leo: by teasing him mercilessly. Leaning up on her toes, she pressed a gentle kiss to his chest, then turned away. “Well, if you’re not interested, I’ll just go wash up.”

She bent to tug off her jeans, deliberately not looking at him a she shimmied the fabric to the floor. But she’d only just stepped free of the denim when Leo made a deep sound of pure need, and pulled her back to him, lifting her off the ground. His strong arms held her securely, one hand wrapped around her ass, the other clutching the back of her head to move her as he pleased.

His mouth covered hers, his tongue thrust between her lips, tasting her in a way that held none of his usual control. Leo’s kiss was that of a starving man at a banquet, desperate, wild. Miranda wrapped her arms around his neck and opened to him completely.

When he broke the seal of their lips to breathe, he held her gaze intently as he set her back to her feet.

“You’re not going anywhere, Miranda,” he murmured as he nipped at her neck, her jaw. “Not until I’m done with you.”

Leo’s voice shaping her name was its own aphrodisiac, and Miranda moaned in response. “Finally.”

He nipped again, harder, and she gasped. Leo paused. “Too much?”

She smiled to herself and tilted her chin back to give him better access. “Not even close.”

The deep groan he gave sent another thrill straight to her center. With one hand, Leo held both of her wrists behind her back while he sucked at her neck, nipping and biting the sensitive skin. His other hand slid down to part her legs before pushing past her underwear, where his index finger dipped beneath the cotton, delving between her soaking folds.

“Fuck,” he breathed into her ear. “You weren’t kidding.”

Words, like thoughts, were harder to come by now, so Miranda only managed a whimper as he slid his finger deeper while he kissed and nipped at her neck. Leo held her fast, surrounded her, filled every sense.

When he pulled away, they were both breathing hard, and his voice was harsher than she’d ever heard. “You said something,” he rasped, “about a wall.”

Miranda swallowed, her entire body buzzing with arousal. “I did, didn’t I?”

He gave a low growl, then shoved her toward the nearest wall. As a musician, she’d soundproofed her studio apartment with gray foam covering every inch of free wall space. Now, the foam cushioned the impact as Leo pushed her against it; she knew from their past lovemaking the foam would swallow every groan of pleasure — from them both.

Leo’s lips pressed against her ear as he whispered, “Sorry.”

Before she could ask what he meant, her button-up shirt ripped away, buttons pinging off the floor as Leo discarded the fabric. Thankfully, her bra didn’t suffer the same fate—good bras weren’t easy or cheap to come by—though she forgot about it once Leo tossed it aside.

Leo knelt behind her, nipping and sucking his way around her ass cheeks, before he rose and tugged her underwear down, then shoved her legs apart again. Once more, he pulled her wrists up over her head with one hand while the other squeezed her hip, then tugged at the stiff peaks of her nipples. Each touch sent frissons of pleasure through her entire body. Heat and desire swam in her veins, and she was sure she was dripping wet at this point, but in this moment nothing mattered but Leo.

Vaguely, she recognized the rustle of fabric as he shed his pants, then his cock head pressed against her slit. “Miranda,” he whispered in that ragged voice, his body trembling, his hands gripping her flesh tight enough to bruise. “Last chance. One word, and I’ll stop.”

Somehow, through her haze of arousal she managed to smile. “Leo, all I want is more.”

Usually he took his time entering her, as her body needed time to adjust to his significant size and girth. But this time, he only drove his hips forward. His cock slid into her slick center, filling her utterly, stretching her inner walls, and she couldn’t help but cry out wordlessly at the heady mixture of pleasure and pain. Leo’s grip at her wrists and hip tightened as he pounded her against the wall, each thrust sending its own shockwave of delicious sensation through her entire body.

Any control he’d had before vanished as he drove into her, each movement more forceful than the last. The intensity of his thrusts forced the air from her lungs, making her head light and her vision swim, but she was helpless to do more than bend to his intractable will as he fucked her literally senseless. But it didn’t matter, as her own pleasure soared, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.

Leo grunted, his hips jerking as he spilled his seed inside of her; the sticky wetness trickled down her inner thighs. But rather than pull out, he relaxed his grip and lowered his nose into her hair, inhaling deeply.

“Mine,” he murmured, adding a nip at where her shoulder met her neck. “My mate.”

Miranda sucked in a breath, her body pulsing with her own considerable need now. “My turn?” she whined, sliding herself back and forth on his still-hard cock, just to feel the sensation.

He growled again, but pulled his cock free, then flipped her around like it was nothing. He knelt before her, his eyes grazing over her naked form before they landed on her core, now dripping with his seed. Using the wall as leverage, he lifted her up without a word and buried his tongue between her folds. Miranda’s head fell back against the wall as he lapped at her core, each stroke sending her closer and closer to her peak. When his tongue pressed against her clit, he pushed her over the edge. Her release detonated within her and she keened his name, gripping his shoulders as he fucked her with his mouth.

When the last shudder of her orgasm faded, Leo lowered her down, but only enough to carry her across the room to her bed, where he laid her upon the blankets. He knelt over her, bracing the bulk of his body above her as he kissed her deeply once more. She moaned into his mouth, tasting herself and him, before he broke the kiss and sat up. His cock was still hard, the mottled green skin tinted gold by the afternoon light slipping through her curtains.

“I love you,” he murmured, then he gripped her hips and slid himself between her legs once more. “Fuck, Miranda, you feel so good.”

“Leo…”

He drove against her, hard, his cock hitting every nerve within her, again and again and again. And with each thrust, his voice grew harsher and more desperate. “You want my cock, gorgeous? You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” she cried, her body moving in time with his. “Yes, Leo. Please… Make me yours. Fill me to the brim. Please, Leo…”

“Come on my cock,” he growled. “Come for me, beautiful. Let me know you’re mine.”

Another orgasm washed over her and she keened again as waves of pleasure crested through her body. A few more thrusts, then Leo cried out again, too, releasing another stream of his seed within her.

They lay twined together for a few moments, panting and sticky, before Leo blinked at her, his blue eyes brilliant with devotion.

“Hey,” he said gently, pressing a kiss against her mouth. “You okay?”

She sucked in a breath, disoriented by…well, everything. “Oh, my god. Are you kidding? That was fucking amazing.”

He gave her an oddly shy smile, given that he was still inside her. “I feel the same way.”

He slid out of her and laid beside her on her bed, stroking his hand through her hair, his fingers lingering on her neck. “It’s never been like this,” he murmured. “I feel…better.”

Miranda curled on her side to regard him. She couldn’t keep the disappointment out of her voice. “Over, already?”

Leo gave a low, sexy chuckle. “For the moment. But these ruts usually last days, so don’t think you’re getting off so easily.”

She grinned and skimmed her palm over his cheek, savoring how his eyes closed to better savor her touch. “Works for me.”

#tmntspringshellebration #fanfic #fanfiction #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #leo x oc #bayverse leo #leo tmnt #tmnt 2k3 #2003 leo #2003 leonardo

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ranveer--singh · 2 years ago

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The nights are tasteless without you: part 12 ~ Ari Levinson Fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill characters as professors

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari was the first to stir with the sun rays streaming in through the curtains and hitting his face. He turned over and stretched, sitting up in the nude and rubbing his eyes. He smacked his lips and looked over behind him to find Maddy sleeping peacefully with a smile on her lips. Unable to resist how cute she looked, he bent over and pulled down the covers slightly.

Her neck and chest were covered in light bruises and Ari bit his lip as he remembered how he had put them there. She was lying on her side, with her boobs squished against each other and her ass popped out, hiding her beautiful pussy from his view. He kissed her cheek and left the bed, deciding to make her breakfast.

He pulled on his boxers and scratched his chest as he yawned and walked towards the kitchen. He started the kettle for making tea and set the milk to boil. Then he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and found a spare toothbrush in Maddy's vanity. He hoped she wouldn't mind him borrowing it.

He returned to the kitchen to finish making tea. He checked his phone and his eyes grew wide as he saw the time.

He was already an hour late.

Quickly he dialed Andy's number. He picked up on the first ring.

"Hi mate!"

"Hi Ari, what's up?"

"Listen, can you do me a huuuge favour? I swear I'll owe you big time"

Silence on the other end. "That depends. How huge?"

"The size of my dong"

"You mean the size of mine"

"Debatable but whatevs-" Ari spoke over Andy's protests of "hey excuse me" "-so I need you to tell the head of my department to give me the day off. I can't come in today. Tell him I'll speak to him first thing tomorrow and get all my classes rescheduled this week. I promise."

"Hold on. What happened? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah it's fine"

"Do you want me to swing by your place? I have a free period next hour"

Ari panicked because clearly he was not at his own home. "No no, there's no need for that"

Andy paused. "Ari. Tell me what's wrong?"

"Well it's uh, so I'm with Maddy"

"Shit. Is she okay?"

"Yeah she's fine. Well, better than fine. God she's amazing" Ari moaned the last part. Andy chuckled at that.

"Yes I know that loverboy, but then what's wrong? Why aren't you coming in? I'm worried."

"You worry too much pal. Just chill. You need to loosen up and relax."

"What aren't you telling me Ari?"

"Nothing! I gotta go. I'll talk to you later. Bye!" Ari said as he hung up quickly before annoying Andy asked him more questions. He knew he meant well but his lawyer friend could be very relentless with his questions sometimes.

He returned to his task of making his girl some tea. Meanwhile he pulled out some eggs and bread and decided to make her French toast.

Maddy stirred in the bed when she felt cold. She woke up and stretched, feeling sore all over her body. She realized she was alone in the bed and her lip wobbled, thinking that Ari had broken his promise of not leaving her. There were tears in her eyes when she sat up and looked around for some clothes to put on.

Her heart lurched when she saw Ari's crumpled shirt from last night on the floor. She was relieved to see it, because even though Ari was sexy, he wasn't cocky enough to go out in the streets shirtless. That meant he was still at her place.

Maddy let out a cute squee as she shrugged on the shirt. It fell to her mid thigh and she had to roll up the sleeves to get her hands free. She giggled to herself as she inhaled his collar and she had to squeeze her thighs at his manly smell. Ari must spray his cologne at his neck because she could still smell it on his collar. She heard some sizzling sounds from the kitchen, and eagerly she walked there.

She had to slow down her steps because it hurt down there if she took wide steps. She cursed her man mentally for doing a number on her body last night.

Her man. She bit her lip at that thought. Ari was here. And he was hers.

She stopped at the entryway to the kitchen, just soaking up the sight of his back muscles working as he cooked. He was just wearing his boxers so she had a nice view of his broad naked back. She bit her lip when she noticed some red scratch marks along his sides. She didn't remember putting them there, but she knew she was the cause.

A part of her wanted to run up to him and hug him from behind, but she was scared to run lest she feel the twinges down there. The moment she took a few small steps into the room though, Ari turned around and her surprise moment was gone.

"Hey motek, look who's awake! Good morning!"

"Morning Ari" she said as she rubbed her eyes. Ari had heart eyes the moment he saw that she was wearing his shirt. He frowned when he saw that she was walking gingerly and wincing. He immediately turned off the stove, ran over to her and picked her up.

"Ari what are you doing?" She gasped but held him around his neck.

"I feel sorry that I'm the reason it hurts you while walking, so I'm gonna carry you"

"Stahp, you're so cheesy Ari" she covered her face with one hand as she blushed. Ari frowned again when he saw she had tears in her eyes. "Motek, does it hurt that bad?"

"No. I mean, I'm sore," she blushed and hid her face in his neck at his questions.

"Then why did you cry?" He asked as he helped her sit in a chair.

"Noooo, I'm not telling you," she ducked her head and toyed with his shirtsleeve.

"Why?"

"Because you'll think it's silly,"

"Nothing my cute little Billo does is silly for me, okay? Now spill or I'll tickle you"

"Noooo, no tickles," she said as she squirmed. Ari knew that she was very ticklish so his threat was going to work.

"Fine. I'll tell you. I thought you left. Okay? Happy now?"

"Awww, no, I'm not happy. I made you sad billo. And I'm so sorry. I should have told you when I left the bed but I didn't want to wake you,"

"It's just…. I always fear that men just want sex and then the next morning they're gone…I hate one night stands…that's why I didn't date much"

"Awww baby. I know it means a lot to you. You made me promise not to leave. And by the way, good that you didn't date much"

"Ari," she gasped, "why do you say that? That's mean," she slapped his chest.

"I'm selfish, babe," he said as he gathered her closer in his arms. "If you had dated someone before me, I would never get a chance with you and that would have been so bad for me, right?"

"You must be telling that to all the girls, hmm?"

"No. Only to the ones who touch themselves after seeing me just once"

"Ariiiii, you meanie," she whined and slapped his chest again. "Will you ever let that go?"

"Maybe. But not now. Now I want you to have breakfast with me. Alright?"

"But I haven't brushed my teeth yet!"

"Okay then I'll reheat it for you. Oh and by the way I used your spare toothbrush, I hope you don't mind."

"No. Be my guest."

"Perfect" Ari stood up and started the stove again. He was making chai on one side and french toast on the other. He flipped the bread and then left the kitchen.

"Ari, where are you going?"

"To run you a bath!" He shouted from a distance.

"Can I help with the breakfast?" She yelled back.

"No, you just sit there and look pretty."

"Ari the egg is burning!"

"Shit, I'm coming!"

He ran back into the room to turn the stove off. He picked up Maddy again and carried her towards the bathroom.

"You silly man. Don't you have to go to college?"

"No. I'm playing hooky today"

"Hawww bad boy! And what about me, hmm?"

"Well, why don't you call your patients and cancel their appointments and we'll hang out together?"

"Mmm sounds like a plan," she said as Ari lowered her in her bathtub. The warm water soothed her soreness and she sighed in relief.

"Feels good?" Ari asked as he helped her unbutton his shirt.

"Oh yeahhhh" she moaned. Ari could feel himself getting hard again.

"Do you want to join me?" She asked him.

"I do. You sure?" He said quickly.

"Yes. Come here," she said as she pulled on his hand. Ari took off his boxers and climbed in with her.

She leaned her head on his chest. "This is so nice." She whispered and kissed his chest. Ari ran his hands along her back and slyly groped her ass.

"You got a great ass baby, so spankable," he said as he smacked her lightly.

"Stahp," she giggled. Her hand shyly touched his dick, which immediately stirred in response. "Oh! Does that hurt?"

"No, it feels good," Ari sighed and kissed her forehead. "Really good. You wanna touch me some more?"

"Mm hmm,"

"Well then, let me show you how to do it," he said as he gave his cock a squeeze and tug.

Maddy watched him curiously and then batted his hand away. She tried to mimic him and her eyes went big. "Oh! It's so soft!"

"Yeah, it is," Ari chuckled at how she looked at his dick with wonder. As if she was seeing a dick up close for the first time (which was a fact though)

She started tracing his veins and the frenulum at the bottom of his head. She rubbed along his length with a closed fist and then teased his opening with a thumb.

Ari's hips lifted up in pleasure so suddenly that he splashed some water out of the tub. Maddy didn't seem bothered by that as she continued giving him a handjob.

"I know people take this in their mouth too, right? I want to try," she said as she leaned down to do the same.

"Okay," Ari panted, but held her head in his hands."But not now, I don't want you to choke on water in the tub baby"

"Okay, in bed then?"

"Fuck, okay baby, sure," he said as one of his hands went down to her bottom again and squeezed her cheeks. He teased her pussy lips from behind and dipped one of his fingers in.

"Ouch!" She winced.

"Shit sorry babe. Is it tender?"

"Umm little bit, yeah," she bit her lip. Ari looked at her face and she looked aroused more than in pain. "But I want you to keep going," she pleaded with her eyes.

"Okay billo, maybe not like this, yeah? Let's get you cleaned up and I'll do it in bed,"

"Mm okay," she pouted and Ari kissed her again. "Later you naughty girl. Let's eat now."

They left the bathroom and dried themselves. Maddy wanted to stay in his shirt a little longer and Ari didn't object. "Besides, you look very cute in my shirt."

Back in the kitchen he reheated the tea and breakfast. Maddy called her patients over breakfast to cancel her appointments while Ari listened to her talking in marathi. He smiled as he saw her making adorable faces, but when she was all done, she gave him a grumpy look and kicked him under the table.

"Ow! Metuka, what was that for?"

"I had to lie to my patients! And it is all because of you!"

"Bad girl. What did you say?"

She blushed at that. "Well. I said the half truth at least. I told them I can't come because I can't walk."

Ari looked smug at that but bit his lip to hide his smile. "Well that's not a lie"

"Yeah, but I can't tell them why I can't walk right? So I…said I fell off the bed and sprained my ankle."

Ari couldn't control anymore and burst out laughing. "Sorry babe but that's just so funny. And adorable."

"Whatever, you meanie. Forget about apologizing to me, because, you know, you're totally responsible for my problem, instead you're laughing at me."

"Aww I'm sorry kitten. I'll make it up to you in bed. How does that sound, hmm?"

Ari carried her to bed again. "Are you gonna carry me everywhere? You're spoiling me Ari"

He made a fake serious face. "Well, I have to pay the price for hurting you last night, which I'm doing."

"Such a drama queen you are!" She said as he put her down on the bed and crawled over her. He immediately claimed her lips in a deep kiss that made her toes curl.

This time she opened her legs willingly for him because she was really eager to feel him in her pussy. She grabbed his hair and started pushing him down. Ari got the hint and decided not to tease her.

"Uff Billo, so impatient,"

"Yeah I've been waiting, Ari," she moaned in a sultry voice. "Been waiting all throughout breakfast for this."

"Aww such a good girl," he said as he kissed her pussy lips. "But a very needy pussy, hmm?" He smacked her lightly down there, making Maddy squeal.

"Did that hurt?"

"No, felt good, Ari," she whimpered.

Ari started kissing and licking her, trying to recall the moves that she had liked last night. He started fingering her and she was lost in moans and whimpers. Suddenly she pulled him by the arm towards herself.

"What? What happened billo?"

"Ari, I was thinking,"

"What metuka?"

"I think you should keep a box of condoms here"

Ari's lips twitched again. "And?"

"And another box at your place,"

"Anything else?"

"Carry a box with you," she hid her face in her pillow. Ari started laughing again. "How much sex do you want to have baby? Gosh, I didn't know I had such a horny kitten on my hands."

"I love it, okay? Don't judge me," she whined.

"Mmm if it makes you feel better billo, I love it too," he whispered in her ear and kissed it.

Ari started rubbing his erection on her wet pussy making Maddy gasp and moan. She pushed his boxers down with her feet and started kissing him.

Ari growled when his dick rubbed against her clit. He grabbed it and knocked the head against her entrance.

"Baby, can I put it in? Just a little bit, please?"

"Yeah, why don't you put the whole thing in?" She said, already pulling his hips towards herself with her thighs.

"Fuck, I want to, but I don't have another condom right now."

"Oh! So…what now?"

"I can't cum near you…"

"Shhh it's okay….pull out when you want to."

"God, Billo, you're killing me. Don't say things like that,"

"Why?"

"Coz it's too tempting" he said as he rutted his hips against her.

"Mmm okay, just be careful. I don't have any protection."

"Okay, fuck, I'll try," he said as he rubbed his tip over her pussy lips. He put his tip inside her warmth and she squeezed her inner muscles, causing Ari to come dangerously close.

"Fuck baby I'm close," Ari said as he pulled out and climbed out of bed. He started jerking off. Maddy followed him and came to kneel before him.

Ari growled loudly and cupped a palm below his balls to prevent spillage. After he was finished, he opened his eyes and saw a pouting Maddy kneeling before him.

"Umm babe, what are you doing?"

"Ari, I wanted you to cum on my boobs. Like they do it in porn,"

"Fuck Billo. You're naughtier than I thought. You watched porn huh?" Ari panted as he fetched a towel to clean himself.

"Hey," she flipped her hair. "Virgin and innocent are two different things, mister. And by the way, do you think it's possible to remain either in today's times?"

"Ah you've got a point there. Well, tell me about the first time you watched porn then," he said as he cleaned up and picked her up again.

"Well the first time I watched it I didn't understand what it was…"

"Mm hmm"

And so they cuddled on the bed and chatted while they dozed off.

Some time later Maddy tiptoed out of bed because she needed to pee. She was also feeling cold with just a thin shirt on. After she finished her business, she stopped before her dresser and grabbed her lotion. She rubbed the lotion all over herself and then decided to surprise Ari a little bit. She owned a cute and sexy babydoll which she had bought for bed, but with her newfound confidence she felt like it was perfect to tease Ari.

She slipped the tiny translucent black number on, without any bra or panties. She turned around to tiptoe back to bed but let out a squeal when she saw that Ari was awake and checking her out.

"Ari! Shit you scared me! I thought you were sleeping,"

"No, I'm not," he gasped. He was breathing hard too. Maddy was puzzled but then she saw movement under the blankets.

"Ari, what are you doing?"

"Sorry Billo, you putting on the lotion was the hottest show I ever saw, I can't help it, fuck," he said as he jerked himself harder.

Maddy was shocked but she recovered quickly. "That's not fair. I must punish you you naughty boy,"

"Really?" He smirked. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well for starters, you're not allowed to waste your cream two times in a row."

Ari's cock jolted when he heard that. "W-what do you mean?"

"It means I'm going to practice giving you a blowjob, and you're not allowed to cum until I say so. Okay?"

Ari gulped. "Okay billo."

Maddy tied her hair back and got down to business. Safe to say that Ari came a little too quickly thanks to her enthusiastic virgin mouth on him but then he made it up to her by eating her out again.

#ari levinson #chris evans #ari levinson x poc #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson x woc #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x innocent!reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x indian reader #chris evans x indian reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans smut #chris evans x woc

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gay-little-isopod · 9 months ago

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a list of weird shit said at school (slightly inappropriate at points)

there's a justin bieber in your nostrils

can we stop massaging [name]'s kneecaps?

she collapses on the floor and goes into cardiac arrest when she sees her crush

why is shrek so sexy?

josh hutcherson and the rock best ship

i want to lick your chloroplasts

stop kissing my wife

your knee caps are nice, round, shiny

[name] stole his other foot

mariah kerry has been knocked out

that computer was so fine

they're holding my rubber hostage

are we the threesome?

ill make it up to you tonight

how are chicken nuggets so powerful?

what did i tell you about calling immortal deities sexy?

did you just call sir daddy?

brazil's not a country

ed sheerans not a country

potatoes have potatitties

stop abusing me with chemicals

japan isn't a religion

are you men?

who here is french because i don't like the french

our form should become communist

that sheep didn't smoke

stop dating my hoover

sodium is in lollipops

my nan has rizz

mr [name] is your sugar daddy

slurp my cytoplasm

the pope is [name]'s sugar daddy

(aggressively) UN BOCADILLO CON QUESO

my hashbrown chilled me

you stole my pneumonia

don't be a covid spreader be a leg spreader

shut up and stop calling me a child predator

you will fail the maths test if you haven't revised napolean

what shadow demons did i summon to get the yellow line?

harry potter and the house mistress of love

i shaved my head while you cuddled pigs and sung one direction

[name]! you need to be here for the birthing ceremony!

please stop reciting bible verses or ill throw a brick at you

if you want to be my friend you have to be a priest

the sun has a crush on the equator

my teeth are just as straight as me

i inhaled the white powder

can you die more quietly [name]? ← BY A TEACHER

mrs [name] jumped me :(

you look like a sack of potatoes

stop mewing ← by a teacher

weird american demon possession

you can't have any of my paw patrol cake

#school #crack post #classmates are weird

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50cal-fullauto-astarion · 1 year ago

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4, 5, 15 pls

POSH THIS GD PICTURE ILY DSKJLDSKJ

4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?

god as much as i want it to be smth sexy likes leshies or selkies, or pretty like kelpies, i honestly just think bigfoot is out there somewhere, probably a lot of places. i think it's really weird that so many different cultures have creature mythology that rounds up to so many minute similarities, and i don't think it's really all that far fetched, considering there's shit like the lapland frog that people think is real.

5. favorite form of potato?

this question is sick and fucked up and i can't believe i'm having my rights infringed this way by being so terribly limited. except the answer is burger king french fries that are fresh out of the oil and EXTREMELY salty. bc i'm anemic (:

15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

so, fun story, i've almost drowned and i've also almost frozen to death! the drowning is boring, just being a kid in a part of a river that was too deep and faster than i could handle at the time, but i got caught in the walk-in freezer at work alone on an overnight shift, and it had a busted handle on the inside, and i was positioned between stacks of boxes i couldn't move out between. my sister had to come open it for me.

ranked: drowning (it's disorienting, but it's fast, and eventually there's an urge to stop fighting when you've inhaled enough water and it gets kind of peaceful), freezing (it's slower, but after a certain point you stop feeling cold and just feel tired and like you want to sit down, it's just going to sleep), burning (FUCK no).

#holler holler get $#THANK U POSHHHH SORRY TO GET SO DARK AT THE END LMAO <3

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atomic-thomas · 2 years ago

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I revised the sex scene in this NSFW Gumroad Commission for Fake. Hopefully, it's to her liking this time.

(Fake ASMR Script) [NSFW Gumroad Commission] Sex With Your Crush While Camping {F4M}

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*play the same nighttime ambience you used for the 2nd half of the original audio. the one without the campfire. just use that for this entire audio. this commission picks up right where the original audio left off.*

"So lemme get this straight. If we both had a crush on each other then that means we're official now, right? You know... A couple? Boyfriend & girlfriend?"

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"Oh My God, it makes me so happy to hear that! Haha! Come here, you. Gimme your warmth."

"Mmmmm... You're so soft. I'm holding the man of my dreams in my arms while nuzzling into him. This is the best night of my life."

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"I'm not even bothered by the outdoors at this point. As long as I'm with you, I feel invincible."

"Maybe I won't kick Jackson's ass after all. He's the reason we're together now. I bet he had this all planned out. I should thank him in the morning instead."

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"Of course you can kiss me! God, the thought of feeling your lips against mine... *Mmmph* *Lip Smack*"

"Hahhh... That was too short. I need another one. One that'll last longer."

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"A french kiss. So you wanna sword fight me with your tongue, eh? I accept your duel. En Garde!"

*several seconds of french kissing sounds*

*deep inhale to catch breath*

"Whew... That was awesome! God, I've always wanted to do that with you. That felt incredible."

"Hm? Ohhh... I knew I felt something poking me. All that kissing got you riled up, didn't it?"

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"Oh, come on. Don't feel ashamed. Your body is having a completely normal reaction to the situation. You just made out with your girlfriend. I'd be surprised if you didn't have a boner right now."

"And I'll be honest with you. That make-out session made me rather... Wet."

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"Hehehe~ I suppose it's fitting that nature is calling considering we're out in the wilderness right now."

"Are we really gonna do this though? I mean... Don't get me wrong. I am VERY horny for you right now, but... Jackson is sleeping in the tent next to us. What if our lewd noises wake him up?"

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"It's more exciting that way. Well, I guess the possibility of getting caught does make it more thrilling."

...

"Right. He did set us up. I doubt he'd actually get upset about it. Maybe he's expecting this to happen. He might even be pretending to sleep just waiting for us to go at it."

...

"Yeah, let's not dwell on it too much. Let's just... Enjoy ourselves~ Whatever happens... Happens~"

*more kissing sounds*

"You know what they say about sex while camping. It's fucking in tents."

...

"Ahaha~ I hope that joke didn't kill the mood."

"Woah!" *cushiony thud*

"Okay, you're definitely still eager."

*sound of clothes removal*

"And there goes my top. AAHH~! Hahhh~ Oh God... Going straight for my boobs, huh? Mmmmmph~ You're so hungry for my soft feminine flesh. Aaahhh~ I didn't think you'd be lusting for my body this much."

...

"You think I'm hot & sexy. Hahhh~ Well, now I feel silly for not assuming that earlier. Mmmph~ You really like what you see, huh?"

...

"You wanna see more. Heh~ Help yourself then. These pants aren't gonna take themselves off. Here, I'll help you strip to."

*more clothes sounds*

"Wow... That's quite the piece of meat you got there. Stiff as a rod & eager to go inside me. I'm flattered."

"So... What position do you wanna try?"

...

"Prone Bone. I think I've heard of that before. Isn't that the position where the girl lays flat on her belly & the guy penetrates her from behind?"

...

"I thought so. That sounds like a great idea. A nice comfortable position that doesn't require much effort."

*fabric shuffling sounds*

"Well~ I'm all yours~ Let's drown in pleasure together~"

*slap sound*

"AAAHHH~! Oh fuck. Haha. Woah. I wasn't expecting you to spank my ass like that."

...

"It's round & perky. Of course you'd say that. Just hurry up & dick me down already. I can't wait any longer.

*okay, so like... I remember when Max commissioned NSFW audios, he requested squishing sounds for the sex scenes & you didn't add them. I would also like squishing sounds, but I won't say that they're required. just encouraged. if you add them... great. if not... well whatever I guess.*

"Ah~ There you go. Nice &... Aahh~ Easy. Hahhh..."

...

"Don't worry. I'm fine. It's a good thing I'm well lubricated down there. Just start slow, okay?"

*moaning sounds*

"Oh, fuck~ This is intense~"

*moaning sounds*

"I could get used to this~ It's so strange, but it feels so wonderful~"

*moaning sounds*

"Just knowing it's you~ My one true love~ You really are the best~"

*moaning sounds*

"Oh God, this is heaven~ Fuck~ Yes~"

*moaning sounds*

"I like all the delicious sounds you're making~ It's so erotic~"

*moaning sounds*

"Aha~ Jeez, all this moaning & groaning is sure to wake Jackson up~ But whatever~ I feel too fucking good to care~"

*louder moaning sounds now*

"You're pumping even faster~ Keep going~ The pleasure is almost too great~"

*moaning sounds*

"I can only imagine how good this feels for you as well, hun~ Although~ I don't really need to imagine it when I'm already feeling it myself~"

*moaning sounds*

"Your moans tell me everything~ You want nothing more than to fill up your cute girlfriend, don't you~?"

*moaning sounds*

"Don't hold back~ Cum inside me~ Please~ We both deserve to feel the height of ecstasy~"

*moaning sounds*

"Hold me close~ Keep me pinned down & don't let go~ My body is all yours~"

*moaning sounds*

"I love you~! I love you~! I love you so much~!"

*moaning sounds*

"I'm about to cum~"

*moaning sounds*

"I'M CUMMING~!"

*loudest moaning sounds*

"Hahhh... Hahhh... Hahhh... Hahhh..."

"Hahhhhhh... So warm... It feels so warm~."

"Hahhhhh... That was amazing. That was the greatest experience of my entire life. I think I've peaked. I doubt anything will ever top that."

...

"No, wait. Don't pull out yet. Stay inside me a while longer. Let's just bask in the afterglow together."

*footsteps heard outside the tent*

"Oh, shit! Never mind. Jackson's awake. Pull out & get under the covers quick. Damnit, we're totally busted."

*tent zipper sound*

"Uh... Hey... Jackson."

...

"Yeah, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. We had sex while you were asleep."

...

"You were never asleep?! You mean you were listening to us the entire time?!"

...

"I knew it! I knew you weren't really sleeping. My hunch was correct."

...

"Well, I suppose I should thank you. Embarrassing as this is, we had a lot of intimate fun thanks to you."

...

"All according to plan. Yeah... I know. Anyway, can we actually get some sleep now? I'm extra tired after all that."

...

"Only a few hours. In that case, me & my boyfriend are definitely gonna sleep in tomorrow morning."

...

"Don't push your luck, Jackson. Whether we bang again the next night or not isn't any of your business. Now go back to your tent."

*tent zipper sound*

"Sigh... That guy... I swear."

...

"Make no mistake, babe. We are definitely going to smash again by next nightfall. That was so much fun."

...

"I love you to, darling."

*kiss sound*

"Goodnight. Sweet dreams."

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THE END

#Fake ASMR

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Hidden/Taken/Hunted (Vampires of Marchwood Book 1,2,3) by Shalini Boland

My Review: This is review for a blog tour of an entire series and my review, even if details my opinion for each book, will be on the entire series. I wanted to read these books as I am a sucker to everything vampire since I read Dracula ages ago. I think that the modern vampire was recreated by Anne Rice and there was an explosion at the beginning of the XXI century (Twilight anyone?) When I started this series, I was very happy to discover that, even if the MCs are teens, they were not similar to the characters of Twilight or Vampire Diaries as they’re considered a sort of archetype for this type of books. Ms Boland created two original characters and I loved Madison and Alexander as they’re well rounded and strong character. I felt for Madison as she’s a girl who lost a lot and her only family is her brother Ben. She’s lucky and inherits a big mansion, the start of an incredible adventure. Her relationship with Ben is strong and sweet. Alexander is a well rounded and energetic boy, he is the one who will drive Madison into a fantastic adventure and I liked hime. Hidden is the first book in this series and, I think, the slowest one as it introduces the characters and there’s a lot of word building. It kept me turning pages and I enjoyed it. Taken is the second book in this series and it didn’t suffer from the book-in-the-middle syndrome. There’s a lot of developments, new characters and more world building. It’s fast paced and I appreciated how the author developed a fast-paced plot that kept me turning pages and on the edge. The storytelling is excellent and I liked the world building and how the plot flow. Hunted is the grand finale, the switches between timeline but kept me hooked and inhaling this story as I wanted to know what was going to happen. Action packed, full of twists and a firework of end that left me satisfied. I thoroughly enjoyed this series and hope there will be other stories set in this universe. I thank Second Sky for this ARC, all opinions are mine

HIDDEN: Falling in love has never been so dangerous…

My name is Madison Greene. On my seventeenth birthday, I inherited an old mansion and wealth beyond my wildest dreams. I thought it was a joke, but as I step through the creaking door of the sprawling building, I realise my life in foster care is in the past. I’ve been chosen and my world has changed forever. But I wasn’t told that Marchwood House hides a secret. As I explore every inch of the crumbling property, I stumble upon a set of large, dusty boxes in the basement. When I pull back the lid and look down, I find myself staring at the most handsome face I’ve ever seen. High cheekbones, porcelain skin… And when he wakes up and locks eyes with me, I realise my heart already belongs to him, even though my head is screaming at me to get as far away from Marchwood as possible. Because I know what he really is.

I never planned to fall in love – but it’s too late now. Alexandre has a dark and dangerous past. He needs me and I have to help him. But can a human really save a vampire?

TAKEN: Falling in love has never been so deadly…

My name is Madison Greene and I was an ordinary teenager until I fell in love… with a vampire. Alexandre is tall, with a sexy French accent and mesmerizing eyes. He makes me feel protected, and he’s completely captured my heart. At Marchwood House, our sprawling mansion nestled in the English countryside, we’re in our own perfect bubble together. But, in the blink of an eye, everything changes when an old enemy of Alexandre’s sets a trap and rips me away from my boyfriend’s arms. The ancient demon takes me to his underground city, deep beneath the windswept desert. In the twisting tunnels and enormous vaulted caverns, there’s a bloodthirsty vampire around every corner. I’ve never been so terrified… It seems like there’s no way out from this underground maze. My life is hanging by a thread, and every second I’m here is a step closer to death. I can’t just sit here and hope that Alexandre will rescue me.

Can I outsmart a city of vampires to escape from this hellish place? And will I ever see Alexandre again?

HUNTED: Falling in love has never been so complicated…

My name is Madison Greene and my boyfriend is a vampire. And not just any vampire, one with brooding good looks and a smile that makes my heart skip a beat. As I curl up against Alexandre’s side, our hands entwined, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Although our relationship hasn’t been easy. I’m human, so there were always going to be complications. But I thought we’d banished the demons from his previous life. I couldn’t have been more wrong… Because there’s a new threat in the form of Nadia – a blue-eyed beauty who seems determined to do everything she can to break us apart. I trust Alexandre but I don’t trust her. As I start digging into the truth to find out who Nadia really is, centuries-old secrets begin to unravel. And in order to set Alexandre free from the chains of his past, we must return to the ancient underground city of vampires to defeat Alexandre’s archnemesis once and for all.

Can I finally save Alexandre? Or will loving a vampire be the death of me?

Buy Link(s): Hidden: https://geni.us/B0BTJ9PJ3Jsocial Taken: https://geni.us/B0BVNYQFDPsocial Hunted: https://geni.us/B0BVNZ3DPCsocial

The Author: Shalini Boland is the USA-Today bestselling author of seventeen psychological thrillers. With over two million copies sold, her titles are published by Amazon Publishing, Audible, Bookouture, Second Sky and Grand Central Publishing. Shalini lives by the sea in Dorset, England with her husband, two teens and their increasingly demanding dog, Queen Jess. Before kids, she was signed to Universal Music Publishing as a singer/songwriter, but now she spends her days writing (in between re-stocking the fridge and dealing with endless baskets of laundry). She is also the author of two bestselling Sci Fi and Fantasy series as well as a WWII evacuee novel with a time-travel twist.

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