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blushnote · 5 years ago

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Can you do something with Wonwoo and Seungcheol going down on you????

↳ requested | 2.0k words

↳ seungcheol & wonwoo x reader smut

a/n: these two are such a great combo, honestly. the deep voice duo. no warnings, just some overstim and dirty talk!

“are you sure the door is locked?”

“it’s locked. no one is interrupting us.”

you watch wonwoo jiggle the door handle to express the lock is in place. it calms you down, knowing that no drunken straggler or an anxious freshman looking to escape the noise could possibly enter seungcheol’s bedroom. there’s a party that rages beneath the floorboards, to which you still taste the fiery shot of tequila that prickles against the back of your throat. the alcohol also cools your nerves. it’s the first time you’ve ever done something like this.

releasing a small sigh, you lean back into seungcheol’s chest and stare at the ceiling.

“everything okay?” he hums attentively, squeezing your hips.

“just nervous.” you reply as the butterflies multiply rapidly in your lower tummy.

you’re nervous, but you trust seungcheol and wonwoo more than anyone else in the frat. they couldn’t help note that you’d been rather tense lately upon settling into your new semester, leading them to propose an offer you couldn’t refuse: the two eating you out at their upcoming frat party. you’d be lying through your damn teeth if you said you never thought about either of them in a carnal light, their gritty, deep voices whispering exactly how they wanted to ruin you.

and as wonwoo kneels next to you on the bed, a mellow glint buried in his wolfish eyes, you can already feel your body ache for a risky touch. you’re dressed in a black tank-top and the tiny, lace pink underwear that wonwoo was insistent you wore. seungcheol had helped you remove your jeans earlier.

“you’re nervous?” wonwoo purrs, his fingertips drifting from the inside of your knee up to your inner thigh, “i’ll be sure to fix that problem for you, baby.”

you hold in a bated breath as wonwoo leans forward, his lips just brushing your ear, warm breath tickling against your sensitive skin.

“i’ll be sure to treat your pussy so well that it’s all you’ll ever think about.”

seungcheol chuckles at his friend’s dirty mouth. you can feel the older boy’s hands gently push up the tank-top’s bottom hem, revealing a sliver of your stomach. wonwoo kisses you, soft and sweet, only to pull away with a sinister colour to his face while his hand cups between your thighs. at the simple contact, your hips buck shallowly, and the two boys delight to have you already so desperate and pliable. wonwoo gently massages his fingers against you, grinning.

“can feel you getting soaked right through these pretty panties,” he runs his tongue along his bottom lip, “i’m going to have so much fun playing with you, sweetheart.”

wonwoo has you bend your knees and spread your thighs apart, allowing him enough room to view your wet core, how the arousal dampens slowly through your pink underwear. a deep sigh falls from your nose, and you reposition the back of your head against seungcheol’s shoulder in anticipation, watching as wonwoo presses his thumb pad to your heat so he can place teasing strokes. you squirm slightly, though seungcheol grabs your waist, keeping you held down.

“why’re you being so mean?” the older boy laughs. “she’s already whimpering.”

wonwoo smiles devilishly. he then makes piercing eye contact with you, just as he pokes out his tongue and draws a slow, light lick overtop your pussy. the material barrier is pure frustration. you can’t help but mewl upon observing wonwoo dig the tip of his tongue into your sensitive bud and push hard, delicious warmth and pressure radiating through the thin, pink cotton.

“because,” he grins, “i like watching such a pretty girl squirm.”

without indication of his next move, wonwoo suddenly twists your underwear aside with his fingers and drags his tongue against your glistening slit, prompting you to gasp loudly, your hips jolting upward. seungcheol slams you down, smirking at the magnitude of your reaction.

“how’s she taste?” the older boy coos, sounding intrigued.

wonwoo digs his tongue past your slit, collecting a thick, plentiful taste of your arousal, one that engenders his eyes to flutter shut while you feel his muscle twist deep inside you. the sensation is incomparable, and pleasure scatters beneath your skin like a jar of split glitter. he removes his sticky tongue with a throaty, satisfied groan and presses a wide lick up to your clit.

“you’ll know when you’re between her thighs.” wonwoo chuckles. “i could lick her pretty cunt all fucking day.”

seungcheol merely huffs in response, though he can’t seem to peel his engorged stare from the manner in which his friend pleasures your heat. still holding your underwear aside, wonwoo utilizes his free hand to continue teasing you. he begins rubbing circles against your swollen bud with the rough grit of his thumb, all while his slick tongue traces back and forth overtop your slit. you can feel how the juices trickle onto the bedsheets, creating a dark, damp print.

you’ve never been eaten out like this before – it’s cosmic, paralyzing even, and you’re so submerged in the euphoria that you didn’t realize the tears wetting your cheeks. wonwoo spreads your lips, the fine tip of his tongue swirling softly over your clit. immediately, you release a sharp cry and attempt to ride the boy’s face, your half-mumbled curses sounding over the strong bass that echoes from below. you keen to burst like a trapped flame.

“gonna cum, sweetheart?” wonwoo hums, his tone deep and smooth.

your bottom lip quivers, the perspiration glinting on your forehead as you struggle to piece together anything articulate. the sole thing you can feel is the slippery warmth of wonwoo’s tongue toying with your clit, how he switches between rhythmic patterns and delicate, teasing kitten-licks. your fingers flesh deep into the comforter beneath you, your chest arching.

“mmf—y-yes, g’nna cum, i n-need it bad. p-please, wonwoo? please please w-will you make me cum?” you plea unabashedly, your eyes hooded, hardly able to stay open.

seungcheol grits his teeth and curses under his breath at hearing just how lascivious and strained your voice has become. in fact, you can feel his hardening length poke into your tailbone, to which you’re positive that your ample squirming isn’t doing him any favours. all of a sudden, seungcheol’s hands are pushing up your top, revealing your perked, bare chest. wonwoo’s eyes glimmer upon seeing your breasts. he nips at your clit and chuckles roughly.

“fuck, that’s hot. touch her chest, seungcheol,” he orders, “i want her to cum so fucking hard that it drips all over my face.”

the older boy doesn’t hesitate to heed wonwoo’s guttural command. his large, warm palms grasp snuggly onto each breast, kneading the plush skin while you wither under the persistent stimulation. you turn your face into seungcheol’s neck, bottom lip quivering as wonwoo continues to harshly flick your swollen clit with his tongue. your climax reaches its tipping point when seungcheol rubs your nipples with his thumbs, euphoria completely basking your face.

in an uncontrollable surge, your back arches and your thighs attempt to bracket around wonwoo’s head, though the boy uses his strength to keep you still, splashes of your wet arousal glittering on wonwoo’s lips, nose, and chin. he only buries his face in deeper, taking a long breath of your scent and kissing over your sore clit. you can’t help but repetitively murmur his name, staring at wonwoo with half-lidded eyes while seungcheol pecks your temple.

“did that feel good, princess?” seungcheol purrs in his low, gravel tone, his hands unable to stop massaging your breasts.

“y-yeah, amazing.” you breathe out in response, to which wonwoo’s hot breath hits your core as he chuckles.

you see his tongue dart out to catch some of your cum that drips against his corner lip, evidently content at having your taste integrated so thickly on his palette.

“tired, baby?” wonwoo asks.

you shake your head. “n-no, i want more, please.”

despite your sensitivity and the dimming aftershock of such a perfect orgasm, there’s no way in hell you’re leaving the party without feeling seungcheol’s soft tongue prob between your thighs. the two boys exchange a satisfied grin before switching places on the bed. wonwoo releases a tight groan when you lean back into him, for your pressure is situated right against his erection, throbbing and painfully hard. he simply bites his lip and allows you to relax.

your fingertips curl into the bedsheets as you watch seungcheol examine the sopping, glimmering aftermath of your core, completely ruined and sensitive due to wonwoo’s expert tongue. at a careful pace, seungcheol presses two fingers past your slit, a low rumble sounding in his chest when he feels just how easily your walls suck in the digits. he pumps slowly, his large, brown eyes shielded by a carnal light upon hearing the sticky and lewd sounds creating your slick.

“so fucking wet…” he suddenly leans in and laps his tongue against your clit.

wonwoo slams your canting hips back down to the mattress, forcing you to properly withstand the warm sensation of seungcheol’s tongue laving messily against your bud, arousal soaking the boy’s fingers. you realize wonwoo is much more calculated when he eats you out. he teases and nips, only uses the very tip of his pink tongue, waits until you’re on the verge of tears before satisfying you with his lips suckling around your bud.

seungcheol is vigorous, hungry.

he licks at your pussy like he’s starved, completely overwhelming your shot nerves until there’s nothing but starry dots encompassing your eyelids, mouth permanently gaped open in a piercing moan. seungcheol effortlessly keeps your thighs apart with both his hands, now using only his mouth to spin you into oblivion. he pushes his tongue deep inside you, dragging the muscle against your walls, ensuring you feel how passionately he yearns to taste you.

“ff-fuck!” you cry out, heaving in a sharp breath, “c-can’t—nngh—t-too much!”

seungcheol smirks against your flesh, not allowing you a moments recollection before he’s parting your folds and taking your pulsing clit between his lips. he sucks hard, to which your entire body jolts, not knowing how to process the insane pleasure that mimics electricity running under your skin. the tears stream down your cheeks, incredibly cold against your neck, the room becoming hazy and the music seeming so distant.

“should i be gentler, honey?” seungcheol hums, tracing circles into your hipbones. “poor thing. your body’s so overwhelmed, hm? your pretty pussy can’t handle it?”

wonwoo trails his cool hands up your body. upon reaching your breasts, he gently takes each nipple between his index and middle finger, pulling up and pinching and squeezing your skin just to hear you mewl.

“you want us to stop, sweetheart?” wonwoo murmurs, placing kisses to your forehead that gleams with perspiration. “don’t want to ruin you too much.”

“n-no…” you shake your head, “w’nna cum… please…”

seungcheol smirks. it doesn’t take much longer before you utterly buckle. your second orgasm tears through you when seungcheol gently pulls back the hood of your clit to lick directly at the soft, swollen bud, his eyes closed in order to concentrate on the beautiful cadence pertaining to your every moan. your eyeballs roll back into your skull and your knuckles tremble as the pleasure deliciously melts. there is very little you can register in the aftermath, apart from knowing that an embarrassing amount of wetness had gushed from your core.

the next hour consists of the two boys slowly nurturing you back from the unprecedented intensity. while seungcheol fetches a damp washcloth to help clean the messiness between your thighs, wonwoo helps calm you down. he peppers light kisses to your shoulders and soothingly rubs your waist, attempting to work out the shivers that plague your body. by the time seungcheol returns, he has a water glass with him for you to drink later.

“you did so well for us, baby,” wonwoo hums against your ear, his voice a tranquil bass, “so, so well. you’re wonderful, you know that?”

your throat feels too parched; therefore, you don’t respond, only meet wonwoo’s stare with a sleepy smile and a slow nod. seungcheol guides the cloth cautiously between your legs.

“if you want, you can stay the night,” the older boy offers, “beds all yours, no problem.”

once seungcheol retrieves your clothes from the floor, he smiles sheepishly.

“plus, i gotta take care of some things.”

wonwoo huffs, his erection still pressed against your backside.

“same.”

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seungcheol smut #wonwoo smut #seventeen scenarios #seungcheol scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #svt fanfic

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obsessive-ego · 5 years ago

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Pillow humping

when your vibe is dead you gotta get creatvie

musical beetlejuice x fem reader nsft DUH

you know the drill with me, masturbation voyeurism

Home alone, you lay there on your bed staring at the ceiling, just thinking, it's been awhile since you got some time to yourself, not that you didnt mind, you adored your alone time, hell you spent most of your adult life alone. Until an certain born dead demon weaseled his way into your everyday life, making for a much more interesting loud day to day life, not that you were complaining.

Beetlejuice has made it a habit to mess with your neighbors when he was over, to give you some space from time to time, saying how 'breathers enjoyed their alone time' and he's 'just being respectful of his pal' not sure how true those statements were, he was probably just looking for an excuse to run amok in an apartment building.

All and all it was nice to be alone, that being said, it would be alot nicer if you remembered to buy batteries while you were at the store the other day, you huff in frustration.

It's been what? Almost two weeks since you dealt with your sexual needs, with beetlejuice constantly hanging about, the chances to have some legit alone time were slim and none, but now, being all alone, you would think youd jump at the opportunity, but no, vibrator was dead.

You could always get creative with taking care of business, it's been awhile, you've used a vibrator for such along time, did you really want to try something else? What if it wasnt good? All that effort wasted for nothing?

The thought of dealing with the built tension you've gained while having to 'babysit' beetlejuice while the Deetz were out of town made you core twitch.

You sigh, sitting up from your bed, looking down to your hands, you mumble "I guess I could use my fingers...?"

Or maybe?

You glance to your pillows, specifically the pillow Beetlejuice used every night, the ghoul has made the habbit of sleeping with you, at first he would sneak in while you slept, then he just kinda stopped being subtle, embarrassing yes, but enjoyable, as hard as it was to admit it, you liked the ghoul.

You stare at the pillow way longer then youd like to admit, you couldnt, snapping your head away, glancing back, could you?

You weren't naive, you knew people sometimes humpped pillows to get off, but using his? I guess you could wash it after. You sigh, getting up from your bed, you begin to pace around your bedroom debating with yourself on the morals of this dirty deed.

Unknown to you beetlejuice has returned early from bugging your neighbors, hiding his presence from you in hopes to scare you, as he often enjoyed to do, ever since you sucker punched him in the jaw for scaring you, he's been trying to get you to do it again ever since.

The ghoul strolls around your little apartment looking for you, with a nasty trick up his sleeve of course, he approaches your room, phasing his head through the door, his jaw nearly hits the ground, you were bent over sliding out of your panties, wearing nothing else but a bra, picking his jaw off the ground, literally, the demon decides the prank can wait another day, what you were up to would be FAR more fun~.

You have came to the conclusion of 'this was my house, my pillow, I can just wash it after' you sigh, it's been so long since you messed around like this, you could feel your bits pulsing already, climbing back on the bed you take the pillow beetlejuice has been using and plant you face directly into it, inhaling the scent, it was hard to describe, but you did detect weed in the smell.

Beetlejuice watches you like a hawk, eyes wide, hair electric pink buzzing with excitement, what were you up to? Was that the pillow he used every night? He chuckled to himself, and here he thought he was the only one here who had a scent fetish.

You let out a small moan like sigh, quiet, but still auditable to the ghost in the room. Beetlejuice bites his knuckles, how he LOVED that sound, sitting himself down at the edge of the bed, eager to see what kinda show you're about to put on, since your vibe died, what were you gonna do? Smell his pillow and finger yourself? The demon couldnt help but drool and that picture.

You mutter a soft "okay" and maneuver the pillow between your legs, straddling it.

Beetlejuice nearly screams with excitement, not that you could hear him in his invisible state. His cute little breather was gonna do something REAL dirty to the pillow he used every night, this was just too good, wiping the excessive drool from his mouth he purrs "didnt know you had it in ya sugar".

You slowly begin to move your hips, as if to test the feeling, and with that you begin a more steady pace panting and moaning softly "beej, please, so good" you babbled, you've been so worked up with no outlet of course you were already heated.

Beetlejuice drooled at this little show you were providing, pillow humping, especially the one he used, was way dirtier and better then you using a vibrator, this had a more perverted personal touch. "You naughty little thing, I would love to have those hip move on me like that sugar~ you really know how to move huh sweet stuff? Driving me nuts over here" he chuckled to himself, cock already in hand, his strokes trying to match your pace.

This was so gross, but it felt really good, you can deal with those negative feelings later, without a second thought you grab one of your breats and begin playing with the nipple, while your other hand grasps at the pillow between your thighs, the sensation of your fingers pinching and flicking your nipples was enough to make you whine.

The ghoul groans watching you play with your breast, god slash satan he want it in his mouth, if something like a little pinch was enough to make you whine, his mouth would have you in a screaming fit, without a second thought his jaw hangs down letting his long black and white striped tongue hang free, drooling.

you couldnt help but imagine Beetlejuice's hand in place of yours, gropping and pinching, giving your chest the love its deserves, you sigh in contentment.

The idea of riding the ghoul has crossed your mind way more then youd like to admit, you could hear it now all the dirty things he'd be saying, how he'd probably let you start, setting the pace, and doing the movements on your own until his large strong hands would grab your waist as he would slam into you with no mercy, the thought alone made you buck harder to the point the bed was creaking.

Beetlejuice was drooling like crazy watching you hump his pillow like you were a dog in heart, what he wouldn't give to switch places with it, hell it didnt even have to be his cock, to have you going that hard on his leg would be hot.

His stroking picks up in pace to match your enthusiasm "such a dirty girl, arent ya babes? I love watch you work those beautiful hips~ you gonna cum soon? Cum all over my pillow and leave it for me tonight? You're so thoughtful sugar~" he purrs.

"Fuck" you utter, beetlejuice recognized that strain in your voice, hes herd it multiple times watching you tend to you needs, it ment you were gonna cum, cum all over his pillow, he hoped you were gonna go to bed early tonight solely to join you and rub his face in that sweet spot you left behind for him. The demon began picking up his pace, wanting to cum shortly after you did.

You buck your hips at an unsteady pace, chasing your orgasm, the image of Beetlejuice coaxing you to cum all over his cock, and praising you for being such a good girl, while he slammed mercilessly into you aching pussy was more then enough to push you over the edge, you Yelp out "beetlejuice" as you cum, you ride out your orgasm clumsily grinding against the pillow until you finished, you stare off into space for a bit enjoying the after glow and trying to regain your composure.

The demon at the end of your bed wasnt too far behind after seeing that cute face you make when you come, not to mention how hot his name sound on you lips when you're shouting it out while you cum, was more then enough to get him to blow his load all over his hand. As he watch you regain you breath it hits him, a ghoulish idea, since you were so kind so leave him a personal gift on his pillow, he should do the same, and with that thought, he crawled forward and wiped his cum cover hand on your pillow. Pleased as punch with his doings, his attention is drawn back to you once the demon sees your on the move, watching you redress yourself.

"Alright" you mumble as you grabbed the freshly humped pillow.

"Wait, sugar, what are you doing?" Beetlejuice panicked, of course you would wash it after doing that, he completely blanked out on that.

"I guess itd be weird if I only washed the one huh" you mumble to yourself as you pick up yours, you werent stupid, you knew how to cover your tracks when doing something less then wholesome.

"Babes come on, don't, they're fine, it's fine, wouldn't it be a hot idea to leave them? PLEASE" Beetlejuice on his knees begging you to reconsider not that you could hear or see him in his current state. His heart sank when you left the room, he groans, cant win them all huh.

Bonus

You enter the laundry room with the pillows in hand.

"Hey sweetheart what cha up to?" You were greeted by Beetlejuice sitting on top of the dryer.

You nearly jump out of your skin "hey, I didnt expect you back so soon" you give a nervous laugh.

"Doing some laundry huh? How bout I give ya a hand? It's the least I can do sugar"

"No thanks" you were quick to respond

"Babes, I know how, it's not that hard, you've been so nice to me and putting up with me, it's the least I can do" Beetlejuice had jumped down from the dryer and had practically pinned you to the wall "i insist doll" he purred, his mouth practically on your ear.

This was all too much especially after just jerking off, you really didnt have it in you to argue or stand your ground, so you cave.

"Okay"

And with that beetlejuice took the pillows from you and practically pushes you out the door, locking it behind you.

"Weird, best not to dwell on that" you mumble, straightening yourself as you head to the kitchen for a drink.

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #nsft

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enigma-im · 5 years ago

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Perfect Moment

Rating: General Relationship: Werewolf X Female!Human Warning: Fluff, Pregnant reader, Werewolf husband, Domestic bliss

Word Count: 839

Cute slice of life of a husband feeling his babies kick. sharing a sweet little moment and his thoughts with his wife.

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"There! Did you feel it," I look down at my husband. I chuckle at his wide grin. I glance over at his large hand on my swollen stomach. Feeling his fingers flex a little each time the babies kick.

"Wow," he whispers in awe. I startle when I hear something thumping against the couch. looking over his back I see his tail wagging around. Hitting the couch in quick flails. I chuckle again at this wonderful man. "They are kicking so much," he pets me," Which one you think it is?"

"Not sure, they like to kick together most of the time," I grab his hand moving it over," the other one is here." we wait for a second, grinning when we feel the baby's foot. It's always strange to feel something moving around inside me. But knowing it's my babies I feel nothing but joy.

"I think this one is Alo," he moves his hand back to the other side," and this one is Jacey."

"How do you figure," I raise a brow. He finally takes his attention away from my stomach and looks up at me. His big smile never leaving his lips. He is a large buff man who to anyone else looks intimidating. Yet right now he is a big puppy, wagging his tail wildly on the sofa. I can't help but reach out and pet at his fluffy hair. Noticing that it's gotten thicker in his excitement.

"Jacey is going to be the adventurous one, he has a soul that the wild calls for. Then Alo is going to be the shy one, but very smart. He will get that from you while Jacey gets my wildness," he explains," Jacey kicks harder, Alo doesn’t wanna hurt mama."

"Got their life all planned out too," I laugh. He shakes his head, looking back down. He pets his hand over me, gleaming down at my straining belly.

"No, they can make their own choices. I just know what they are going to get from each of us. Present our best qualities into these two perfect beings," he leans down and kisses my stomach," We are going to raise two wonderful children." a knot sticks in my throat at his words.

"Stop, you are making my pregnant hormones go insane," I begin to tear up. I fan at my face, looking up to the ceiling.

"Awe, go ahead and cry. I'm about to do it too," he sits up and wraps his arms around me. Pulling me to his chest and resting my head on his shoulder. His smell is an immediate comfort along with his strong hands against my back.

"I cant wait to see you go full father mode when they get here," I mumble content near his neck.

"You think ill get worse than this," he chuckles. I pet along his chest as I feel him rumble with laughter. Swirling some chest hair with my finger.

"Of course, you probably won't leave their room for a month. Keeping watch like a good guard dog," I kiss his neck.

"I want to be mad but I know you are right. These two are going to have me wrapped around their finger the minute I see them," he nuzzles against my head. Rubbing his cheek on my hair, spreading his scent. I hum against him, closing my eyes.

"I think they already have you locked in," I mumble.

"You already have me wrapped around your finger," he purrs as he lifts my chin. I don’t bother opening my eyes knowing I'm going to close them right back. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. "My beautiful mate full with my young, this is all I ever wanted in life," he kisses me again, "Nothing could be more perfect."

I hum," I love you so much."

"I love you too," his hand glides from behind my back onto my stomach," and I love you two too."

We sit there in blissful silence, just absorbing the moment. I find myself falling asleep against him, relaxing into his hold. The twins stopped their kicking, perhaps falling into their own happy rest.

"Shall we go to bed, it's getting late," he asks as he jostles me awake.

"Yea, I guess," I begin to sit up. Before I can make the embarrassing attempt to get off the couch my husband pulls me into his arms and lifts me. Cradling me against his chest as he walks me to our room. I rest my head on his shoulder while I trace my finger over his chest. He walks us to the bedroom, setting me on the bed gently. He crawls in from the other side and lifts the blanket over us both. He cuddles in close, wrapping his arms loosely over me.

Snuggling his face into my neck," Good night my loves."

I rest my cheek against his head," Good night my babes." I fall asleep quickly in his arms, happier than I ever been.

This is perfect.

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Probably my shortest story ever. I just like the idea, its cute. which is funny cause i dont want kids, but I just love me some fluff. good old fashion loving husband and future father....wait do i want kids or do i want a loving husband?

#pregnant #monster boyfriend #werewolf #baby #twins #exophilia #Enigma-IM #slice of life #short story

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castlevania-afterdark-imagines · 5 years ago

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Fem s/o soft-doms Isaac (pt. 2)

Click here for pt1!

It was going to happen. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but Isaac was certain of the fact he was going to kill Godbrand.

After he had patiently waited for so long, his beloved was going to give him exactly what she'd promised. She, already bare before him, hadn't even managed to remove his outer layers before that neanderthal had kicked open the door. He was blathering on about Isaac's presence being needed and he figured this was the place to check since the forge was empty. Isaac didn't know if the vampire had seen anything before the forgemaster managed to bolt to the door and slam it shut, to the very satisfying thud of the old oak colliding with the vampire's face.

He was ready to go out and stake the bastard right then, but a twittering of laughter behind him brought his eyes back. She was covering her mouth, giggling. Of course she would find this entertaining. Her thighs were still damp from her release. Isaac however, felt as though his insides were being clenched tight between two gears.

To his mild horror she stood and started to assemble her underclothes back onto her body. He didn't realize his palms were still pressing against the door until she glanced up and smiled, giving the gentle order of, "Stay there for a moment.” After taking inventory of his stance, he immediately felt a wave of revulsion. The position reminded him of darker times, cruel punishments, cold hands. But he did not have to think on it longer than a few breaths before she appeared, slipped under his arms to put herself between him and the door. Her hands went to hold his face and he sighed, relief flooding his veins.

"Beloved-"

She shushed him, standing on her toes to kiss both corners of his mouth. "It's alright. Go take care of whatever it is, and I'll wait here for you."

He snorted in frustration but nodded. Yes, if they were going to have any peace this night he'd have to go see what exactly was so important to warrant the intrusion. And make it very clear that no one else was going to want to demand his attention again, unless they wanted a blade in their gut.

"Maybe I'll go find some wine, while I wait," she offered, slipping back out under his other arm, trailing her fingers across his torso as she went. "We could have dinner here, just the two of us. What do you think?"

Isaac chuckled, looking at his palms still placed on the wood. Funny, he did not mind this position so much when he could still feel the heat from her palms on his cheeks. He straightened his back, looking over his shoulder at her. "That sounds perfect."

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It had been a trivial matter, because of course it would be. Hector was already doing a fine job of wrangling in the bickering between the generals, it was the addition of a partially blinded gaibon coming through a third story window that made things exciting. Isaac left the calming of the beast to Hector, while he made quick work of silencing the vampires back to their rooms until their Lord Dracula returned to settle the current debate. Hector made to thank the other forgemaster but one sharp look was enough to tell him that gratitudes could be given later. However, that didn’t ease the knowing smirk from his face, giving a quick perk of his eyebrows before turning to guide the struggling creature to his quarters.

Isaac didn’t mind Hector knowing of his affairs, not the details perhaps but it had been at his suggestion that he could both juggle his obligations to the war while entertaining the company of the woman he was so suddenly smitten by. Also, Isaac was in no place to snipe at Hector for that knowing look when he’d already caught him hilted between his lady’s legs in a previously unoccupied corridor.

Twice.

But he would have time to check in with Hector later. Right now, his focus was rapidly narrowing to finding the fastest route back to her chambers and a hopefully occupied bed. He left the great hall in a flourish, ignoring the dirty looks from the vampire guards. His heels clicked on the stone and announced his advancement down the halls, though he could barely hear it over the rushing of blood in his ears. It was only by the gracing of his robes that he’d managed to conceal his arousal upon entering the hall earlier, and while the tension had subsided quite a bit he could still feel the press of her hands on his cheeks, the brush of her slipper against his crotch. Would he be jumped upon his return? Or would she taunt him further over his supper?

As he tried to quell the onslaught of mental noise he glanced upon one of the many potted urns that decorated this particular wing of the castle. It was one of the few wings with windows left uncovered, a convenient deterrent to any vampires who might otherwise wander this way, but it also made for a convenient way to grow medicinal herbs in an ever moving structure. His eyes glimpsed a patch of aconite, fully in bloom, their purple color almost blended into the dark stonework behind them. His lips pursed into a small smirk. It might be a bit off color for him, but this whole evening was… experimental. He crossed to the flowers, flicking his knife from it’s casing, and cut three stalks long enough to be held in one of the water decanters he kept in his chamber. She had done a thorough job of courting him this week, he could return the favor.

When he finally arrived at the door he noted a slight gap, the latch carefully balanced to be only a breath from falling open. He took a moment to lament that this likely meant he was not going to find her strewn naked on her bed, they were more careful than that, but he all the same took the grace to rap softly on the door.

“Come in, Isaac.” He huffed a laugh, pushing open the door and carefully hiding the blossoms behind his back. “How did you know it was me?” he teased, gazing up to find her perched on the edge of her armchair in a brilliant burgundy robe, a small table of assorted meats and breads nearby along with a very elegant bottle of what he presumed to be wine. “I could have been a starved beast, prowling for his next victim.”

“Beasts do not knock,” she quipped back, standing and tightening the sash around her middle. “Especially when they are approaching their 'victims'.” She let him close the door and lock it, smiling at him fondly until he began to cross the floor towards her. Then she picked up on his carefully hidden arm and bit her lip to hold back a laugh, halting his progress with a held up palm. “What have you got?”

Isaac simply shrugged, giving her a beat to roll her eyes and cross her arms in an entirely over dramatic display of popped hip and tossed hair. Then he broke, chuckling at her and holding out the flowers. Immediately she clapped her hands to her chest, cooing in approval before reaching to carefully take them from his outstretched palm. “Perhaps it is a bit unusual to bring gifts so late in our courtship, but I thought you would approve nonetheless.” He felt his chest puff a bit in pride as she made a show of smelling them, canting her head in mock shyness behind the blooms. What caught him off guard was when she then stepped right up to him, pulled his face down by the back of his neck, and positively stole any remaining thoughts from his mind with her lips on his own.

Much like earlier she was slow but deliberate, purring her contentment across their mixed breaths and using her grip on him to guide his position to her liking. Just when he remembered how to make use of his arms and made to touch her waist it was over and she was flitting away to put the flowers in a spare glass with water. “They’re lovely Isaac, thank you.”

His hands flexed for a moment in the empty air before he shook his head, it seemed the game was still on then. “Much as you are, beloved. I apologise for leaving you to wait for so long.” With a small flick of her wrist she didn't pay mind to his apology, just settled the blooms into the glass. He wasn't quite sure if it was on purpose, but he felt the embers in his gut spark back to life as he admired the way the thin fabric clung to her frame. The drapes clinging to her hips in particular…

"Yes, Isaac?" Her purr snapped his eyes back to her face. Oh yes, she was doing this on purpose now. Both of her hands placed delicately on the table in front of her, rump pressed back just enough to exaggerate the pose.

"Do I not have your permission to admire such a pristine display?" He smirked, glowing under the tittering of giggles that fell from her lips.

"You do. But," she paused, lengthening her spine and stretching her arms over her head, the sleeves falling back to reveal the soft skin of her forearms while the waterfall of fabric from her waist down fell away to hide her form again. "You also have permission to ask for more."

That word again. Empty in specifics, and yet it sent a thrill through him. "I always want more when it comes to you. It seems nothing in this world can satisfy me as long as you are present." She smirked over her shoulder at him, lowering her arms and trailing her fingers over the fringe of the robe that was slowly parting across her collarbones. When her hands stopped again she hummed, raising her eyebrow at him. Isaac remembered to breathe, but was still unsure of how to play this game. He flipped through the mental pages of the evening. Right, he was supposed to be asking for things. And praying it would be in her interest to provide them. "May I see more of you?"

She grinned, tugging carefully to loosen the collar of the robe around her neck. Isaac wet his lips absently as she carefully drew the fabric down over one shoulder. She gave it an exaggerated roll accompanied with a toss of her hair and he found himself spiraling even faster into admiration for her jovial antics. She never let him dwell, never made things too serious. Always a game, never an obligation. He laughed when she turned and shimmied her shoulders, the tops of her breasts bouncing out from behind the fabric without fully revealing themselves. The mirth left him grinning and he ran a hand over his face, closing his eyes to steal against the borderline ludacris (lewdacris) display. "Please, beloved, you have tempted me for weeks already. You know I desire you, mind, body, and soul. Will you ask me to be so deliberate with my words even now, in the state that I am?"

"And what state is that?" Her voice was much closer than anticipated, and his eyes opened to see her standing before him. At the present angle he could look directly down the part of her robe, over her chest, which he did before meeting her sparkling gaze.

"Hungry."

She quirked an eyebrow, gesturing at the tray of food nearby with an open palm. He puffed a breath of annoyance through his nose, the air ruffling the delicate fabric catching on her nipples.

"You know what I hunger for."

"I do," she purred, hands dropping to her waist and loosening the sash to let the robe fall open. The forgemaster felt his heart jump to his eyes, she was completely bare beneath and the faintest waft of her perfume graced him upon the reveal. "I will do my best to satisfy you Isaac, you have done everything I asked. I did not think it was possible for you to leave me so…" She hummed softly, stretching up on her toes to wrap her arms around his shoulders. Carefully she pressed against him, he could feel her warmth through his layers and groaned when she placed a small kiss on his earlobe. "Enthralled."

Isaac groaned through pursed lips, fighting to keep his arms pinned at his sides even as she laved kisses down his neck, purring and cooing her satisfaction as she felt him harden against her thighs. He prayed to every nameless god that she wouldn't bring him to climax this way, he had not waited this long to ruin his pants and his pride over provocative writhing. Finally she took mercy on him. "Carry me to the bed, Isaac."

"Nothing would give me greater pleasure," he growled, barely finishing his sentence before her hands were on his face and directing him into another breath stealing kiss. She ground her body against his and his hands remembered their purpose in life, grabbing greedily at her ass and lifting her into his arms. She moaned into his mouth, gasping breaths escaping between their lips as he crossed the floor to her bed. Once he set her down he meant to push her down, but she resisted and remained sitting up as she broke their kiss with a careful drag of teeth across his lower lip.

"Will you perform this last task for me?" she asked softly, running her fingers down his cheeks to follow the collar of his tunic.

"Yes," he hissed immediately, not caring what it was going to be. He would wrangle the sun out of the sky if it would allow him into her bed at this moment.

She scooted back to sit at the headboard propping herself up among the pillows. Deliberately she spread her legs as she let the robe fall from her shoulders, pooling around her hips like an oasis of silk. Isaac felt himself quiver as he watched her trace one hand down her sternum, over her belly, pausing just as her index finger brushed her lips. He heard her shudder a breath free hand jumping up to her mouth. She moaned softly, dragging her fingers over the already wet folds, but not yet parting them.

"Undress," she murmured, the phrase forcing his eyes up from the display she was putting on for him. It took another moment for the command to parse, his hands balancing on the edge of the bed, his breathing already laborious. When it finally caught fire he immediately straightened up, grabbing at the hem of his outer layers before he heard a small tutting from her. “S-slowly,” she ordered, pausing in her ministrations. Isaac pursed his lips, taking a slow inhale while he forced his body to still. As he stopped she slowly started pleasuring herself again, reclining back among the pillows and splaying her legs wide for him to watch. He felt a thrill tremor through his torso as he started again to remove his clothing at an agonizing pace. When she didn’t stop he tried just a little faster, only to lament when he watched her pause again. Though admittedly, she did not look thrilled about stopping either. “You enjoy this,” he mused softly, returning to the horrible pace that made the pull of cloth on his skin feel like grains of sand. She chuckled a little, rolling her shoulders and moaning softly as she carefully pressed a finger inside herself. “As do you,” she cooed back, breath hitching a little as she fought to keep composure. Isaac felt himself laugh, but he was more focused on trying to get his tunic over his head fast enough to not miss a simple movement of hers but slow enough that she wouldn’t stop again. She seemed to give him mercy when he tossed it off over his head and froze again, letting a beat hang in the air before his hands went to his trousers.

The game continued for what felt like ages, with her sometimes stopping just to see if he was still paying attention. By the time he was blissfully naked she had nearly worked herself flat on the bed, writhing and panting softly as she worked herself over. The blood was rushing in his ears and he nearly broke composure. Surely she wouldn’t object if the game could be considered completed, if he could hilt himself inside her as fast as his mortal body would allow. But something kept him rooted, the pleasant buzzing in his skull as he watched her, eyes half lidded as she held his gaze. Spellbound he waited, cock very proudly displaying his interest until she finally removed her hand from herself, fingers glistening and he heard himself groan softly. Finally she smirked and gestured lazily with the slick digits for him to approach. “Are you ready for your reward, my love?”

“Yes,” he hissed, crawling onto the bed, all other words faded from his mind. Her legs parted further to allow him to kneel between them and he took her raised hand between both of his. Her scent reached him and he sighed blissfully, bending his head to kiss her knuckles but pausing to catch her eyes. She gave a little nod and he continued, pressing careful kisses from her knuckles down to her carefully groomed fingernails. It took a present mind to not lick his lips as her juices stained them, but then when he’d reached the end of each finger he caved, sucking the tips of her index and middle fingers and pressing his tongue to the soft skin. He heard her moan, felt her legs shake against his thighs and continued. Any other evening he might be bothered by how depraved he might look, cleaning her fingers like a dog might try to remove the sinew from a bone, but each fluttering of her breath kept him enraptured with his task.

Too soon she pulled her hand away, which he regretfully released, but he couldn’t dwell long on the disappointment when she sat up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Take me, Isaac, you’ve earned it.”

Any other night Isaac knew he would have behaved one hair short of a feral beast and leapt at the opportunity, but something kept him tethered, laboriously slow. At her words he moaned, pressing his face into her neck, lowering the two of them down to the strewn pillows, wrapping one arm around her middle while the other reached between their grinding bodies to position himself. He was acutely aware of the kisses she left on his brow, the whimpering cry she tried to stifle by his ear when he pressed in, but every other modicum of thought was preoccupied with her warmth and the burning trails it left on his skin. When he was fully buried inside her he gasped, legs flexing and back tensing with the effort it took to not climax immediately. Everything bled away into the press of skin on skin, her neck finding its way between his teeth, their arms wrapped around each other like leather bindings. Nothing but friction, heat, and the satisfaction he felt in his core with each thrust that made her cry his name. When he quickly reached his breaking point he could barely speak, only a fumbling of “please” and “I can’t” spilled from his lips. By some cosmic grace she only replied with a flurry of “yes” and “hurry”. He was sure his heart stopped when he came, body trembling and hands gripping her body like he might shatter without a frame to hold onto. The squeeze of her legs around his hips and shaking of her body beneath him told him everything, her satisfaction, her release, his purpose.

When his mind finally pieced back together he was vaguely aware they had simply collapsed, he was still inside her, and she was running her fingers down his spine. When he made to move, grunting as his arms refused to obey orders, she shushed him, squeezing a little around his shaft which made him quiver. “Not yet,” she purred.

He chuckled, testing his motor functions in his legs by flexing his muscles and curling his toes. “At least let me adjust so that I am no longer crushing you.” He heard her hum in contemplation, clearly unconvinced that was a better option than the current position she was in, which forced a laugh from him. He scooted his arm underneath her mid back lower, giving the top of her butt a light pinch. She yelped, lightly slapping his back with her hands before shimmying to roll him off her. The cool shock of air to his dick from the sudden withdrawal made him shiver, but he continued to chortle as she fussed and rubbed the spot he’d pinched. He laid back and tugged an edge of the duvet over his lower half, still pleasurably pliant as he relaxed among the pillows. When she settled again, curling up against his chest he positioned his arm behind her head to use as a pillow, the two of them murmuring in pleasure at the warmth of the other’s skin. “Was that alright?” she asked softly, tracing patterns over his chest with her index finger. “I hope you were not frustrated with me.” Isaac rolled his eyes, nudging his hip against her. “I was frustrated, but that does not mean it was an unpleasant experience.” He felt her tilt her head on his chest to look at him, but he was still enjoying the blissfully limp sensation pulsing through his body. “It was nice to not think, to not have to contemplate my next move. I did not think I would enjoy it as much as I did.” He felt her purr of satisfaction on his chest and bent his arm to wrap better around her shoulders, brush his fingertips along her arm.

“Soooo, tomorrow?” He sighed, using his free arm to reach up and grab a pillow. She sensed the attack before he could drop it on her face and rolled away, eyes lit up with playful energy. Isaac smirked at her, rolling onto his side and propping his head up on his fist. “Tomorrow, beloved, I repay you for your incessant teasing.” She bit her lip at that, sitting back on her heels and cocking her head to the tone of ‘Is that so?’. “Oh yes, I think I will render you boneless by the time I’m through with you. It is only fair.”

In his mind it was a promise, even if that meant locking every vampire in their coffin the next night to guarantee it came to fruition. -Mod Soviet

#isaac #fem reader #mod soviet #imagines #Castlevania

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abbacchiosbelt · 5 years ago

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Ok, I’ve been recently thinking a lot about this scenario involving La Squadra + reader sleeping in the same room. Everyone is asleep except you and your fave, so you end up sliding into his bed. You hug and cuddle, but slowly you notice he’s hard and you just wanna give him a relief. So you slowly stroke him while you listen to his breath and look how he’s struggling to keep the most quiet possible, not being sure if anyone else is listening~~ u//w//u

some spicy and sleepy men inspired by your confession, anon! ♥ (*♡∀♡)

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Sliding innext to Risotto felt like heaven – everything about him when he was relaxedlike this was warm and comforting. He huffs when you nuzzle into his exposedchest, but you just can’t help yourself. Lazily stroking your hand across hischest is slowly putting you to sleep, so you roll over and press your back intohis chest, sighing.

A momentlater, though, there’s a hardness stirring on your backside that’s snuglytucked into Risotto’s lower half.

Oh.

Biting backa grin, you slowly trail your hand up his clothed leg and dip your hand underthe hem, earning a quiet gasp from your normally stoic capo. He digs his faceinto your hair and exhales quietly when you wrap your hand around his thickmember – fuck, it’s so big that you can’t even get your hand all the way aroundit. It’s no matter, though, as Risotto is already bucking into your handslowly.

There’s awarmth on your neck that turns into kissing when you start rubbing your palmagainst his cock head, gently rolling his foreskin down and smearing the precumthat had gathered at the tip. So quiet that you can barely hear him, he liftshis lips from your neck to whisper into your ear.

“No teasing,tesoro.”

With agentle swirl of your hand around his shaft in response, he hisses and plantshis lips back onto your neck. The slow rhythm you’re working him in has Risottodesperate for more, but the sweet and quiet sounds he’s holding back – only audibleto you – are just pushing you to tease him more.

You have tobite back a yelp when Risotto tugs your pajama pants and underwear down – and thenyou feel him pulling your hand from his pants, his own pajamas removed to slidehis cock in-between your warm thighs.

“Enough teasing,”he murmurs into your ear before he begins to slowly slide his cock through yourplush thighs, barely brushing against your own aching sex. A moan falls fromyour mouth and Risotto brings his hand up to push two fingers in.

“Quiet now,tesoro.”

Formaggio had been loose with his hands allnight – a touch on your lower back, begging you to sit on his lap during themovie, his hand accidentally brushing against your ass whenever youwalked by. You reward him, then, by sliding into his bed and eagerly snugglingup for some warm cuddles – clearly, he needed some attention.

He wraps hisarms around your waist and nuzzles into your neck, dragging you close to pressyour chests together, bare skin burning hot against your thin sleep shirt.

“Jeez, ‘Maggi,you’re burning up,” you mumble, letting your lips brush across his collarbone.

“Nothelping.” He replies, a little louder than was polite with so many sleepingbodies around you. You’re about to playfully admonish him until he pusheshimself against you, letting you feel the unmistakable hardness under his boxershorts.

Though itseemed impolite, maybe taboo, you didn’t think twice before sliding your handinto his boxers and grabbing his hard cock.

“A-ah, fuck—”he whimpers, managing to tone down his volume. “Babe…”

It’s all youneed to start slowly stroking him the way he liked, slow, with your handgripped just so around his cock. It didn’t take a lot to get Formaggio off, butthere was nothing more you loved than seeing his face flushed red whilst you teasedhim and kept him on the brink.

It wouldn’tdo now, though, with so many others around you. When you increase your paceFormaggio starts huffing out little moans, loud enough that there’s a chancesomeone could wake up. You draw your hand away from him and lay a single fingeron his member instead, teasing.

“Stay quiet,amore. Or I’ll stop.” You kiss his collarbone and Formaggio sighs deeply, tinywhine hidden underneath. You press another kiss to his collarbone and wrap yourhand back around him to continue your slow stroking.

This wasgoing to be a fun night.

Illuso, for once, hadn’t retreated into themirror world to go to sleep. Instead, his head was resting comfortably on yourchest as the two of you lay snug on the couch. You’d almost thought he’d fallenasleep, from the quiet breathing you heard, but there’s a noticeable twitchingagainst your thigh.

When youglance down at him, red eyes are staring back into yours, one side of his mouthquirked up.

“Naughty,”you admonish softly, tugging at one of his pigtails. He grinds against you andpresses his face into your chest that muffles the moan that escapes him.

You don’tgive Illuso the chance to get back at you – instead, you reach your hand intohis pants and wrap your fingers around his hot and heavy member, alreadyleaking precum.

“You’re dirty,”You whisper, squeezing him lightly. Illuso practically whines and thenhis eyes go wide, realizing how loud he’d just been. If he wanted you to stop,he would have said so, so you squeeze him again before starting to languidlystroke him.

He’s neverbeen good at keeping quiet – so watching his face twist in pleasure whilst hetries to bite back every moan and groan is a treat, especially when his cocktwitches in your hand.

You’re sureyou’d be dragged away to the mirror world the moment you stopped teasing him.

Pesci can scarcely believe that you’veclimbed in next to him for a cuddle – but he was more than excited to reciprocate,eagerly pulling you into his arms against his warm and broad body. You werehappy to be held close against him – he was so comfy; it was like he was ahuman body pillow.

He just won’tstop shifting, and it was beginning to agitate you a little. You’d neverget to sleep at this rate – but when you’re about to turn around and ask himwhat’s wrong, he shifts in just the right way to alert you that he’s rock hardunder his sleep pants. You still, and Pesci shifts away immediately.

“S-sorry, Iknow it’s bad.” He murmurs, sounding defeated. Oh – now this was a problemyou were happy to deal with.

“It’s not.”You’re quick to reassure him you mean it by sliding your hand down his pantsslowly and taking hold of his thick cock. Pesci keens into your touch andcurves his body towards yours, a loud moan spilling from his lips.

“Stay quiet,caro.” Pesci stills at your words and squirms in pleasure as you slowly workyour hand up and down his cock, using all the tricks you’d picked up on fromprevious experiences with the shy man.

A shiftingon the floor and a loud snore makes you stop – until Pesci bucks into your handand mumbles a quiet sorry again. The shifting stops quickly enough and youstart to work him with your hand again.

This was oneproblem you didn’t mind being interrupted for.

Prosciutto initially protests when you give himdoe eyes and pat the couch next to you – but when he looks around to see thecrowded room, he climbs in beside you. For someone who had been reluctant, he’squick to pull you against his chest into a comforting embrace.

Breathing inhis scent has your mind racing with ideas, an unwelcome heat in your lower halfinterrupting what you thought would be a night of wholesome cuddling. You gasp,then, when Prosciutto rubs himself against your thigh and groans.

“Are you…awake?” You whisper, not daring to look up. A hand trailing down your side andgripping your hip answers your question. You let out a shaky breath when hishand trails up your shirt and across your sensitive chest, fingertips brushingagainst your nipples.

“Prosciutto,”you sigh, wiggling back into him. Without a word, he lifts you onto his body, grindinghis erection into your lower body. His gaze, icy blue eyes still cuttingthrough the dim lighting of the room, makes the heat in your lower half coil.

“Shh.”Prosciutto presses his lips to yours and continues his slow grind against you –you feel like a teenager, dry humping against him like this – but at the sametime it’s thrilling, knowing that you’re so desperate for each other.

You’d haveto invite him to cuddle more often.

Melone had been giving you bedroom eyes allnight, lowly dropping his head next to yours and whispering how much he’d beenthinking about you today at every opportunity he got. Melone pouted when you invitedhim to cuddle next to you in the same room as everyone else – though it wasquickly evident by his hard cock rubbing against your thigh that he wasn’tgoing to be deterred by his goal.

But you’d belying if you said his low whispers hadn’t made your own lower body ache – so witha sneaky grin, you slide your hand down and grip his cock – already bare andfree from his loose pajama bottoms – and pump it slowly.

“Oh,” Melonebreathes, quiet. It’s not often he gets flustered, but in the low light youcould see pink dusting across his cheeks. When his eyes meet yours you simplysmile and start pumping his cock in a slow rhythm, squeezing around his head inthe way you knew got him whining.

He wasbiting his lip in an attempt to keep his moans down – but a particularly loudone slipped out, earning a thrown pillow at the couch courtesy of Ghiaccio. Melone’scock was still throbbing in your hand, though, so as soon as it’s quiet, youstart working him up again.

“Gattino,”you purr, increasing your pace. Melone shoves his head into your chest andwhines. “Shh, you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“No—” hewhimpers into your chest, canting his hips to thrust his cock into yourministrations.

For the onewho began it, Melone wasn’t very good at his own game. No matter – you were havinga great time.

Ghiaccio’s eyes go wide when you trail yourhand down his cool chest and slide them into his pants, teasing the skin on hisupper thighs. He’s not hard yet – but you can feel his cock coming to life,twitching when you hit a particularly ticklish spot on his inner thigh.

“Fuckingquit,” he hisses – but his eyes and the blush on his face are telling adifferent story.

“Hm.” Youretort, drawing a fingertip up his now erect cock. With enough pressure to nothurt, you slide your nails up his length and revel in the low hiss it drawsfrom his lips.

“Fuck you.”He spits, but his head dips to lavish bites and kisses onto your neck as yourfingers trail up and down his cock, robbing him of the friction he desperatelywanted. When you finally wrap your hand around him Ghiaccio groans into yourchest and then shoots you a glare.

“I’m not theone being loud,” you say. “Ghia.” The way you draw out your nickname for himhas him bucking into your hand, body betraying his mind that was anxious aboutthe others hearing. The way his swollen cock twitched in your hand let you knowhow he really felt.

Oh, Ghiacciowas loving this.

Sorbet& Gelato, muchto your surprise, tug you into bed with them and squash you smack in the middleof a tight embrace. Sorbet’s head is nestled into your neck while Gelato’s wasresting on your chest, both of them rather content with the addition of you asa human pillow.

Your eyesare barely holding themselves open when you feel Gelato press against you once –then twice, with an unmistakable cant to his hips. You don’t know if he’sasleep so you nervously lay there – and then Sorbet is rubbing himselfagainst your other side and you feel like that perhaps it was a mistake to getinto bed with them.

“We know you’reawake,” murmurs Sorbet, cold lips brushing against your neck.

“You werejust going to let us use you like that?” Gelato thrusts into your thigh with aquiet groan and then looks up at you with a sharp smile. “How sick.”

“S-sorry, Ididn’t—” you’re cut off by Sorbet’s index finger pressing hard against yourlips.

“Let us helpyou out, tesoro. You’re obviously starving for attention.” Sorbethisses, voice low and menacing. “Get your head under the covers and down by ourcocks.”

“Wh—” You’recut off by his entire hand this time, and your head is tipped down forcefullyto meet his gaze.

“Under. Now.You’ll know what to do.”

Gelato isn’tgoing to be any help, so as quietly as you can you climb under the covers – you’restopped with the feel of hands gripping tightly to your hips – and then yourbottoms are being tossed off and there’s the warmth of someone’s breath acrossyour aching sex.

You reallyshouldn’t be turned on by this—

You receivea harsh squeeze on your thigh so you busy yourself with freeing both theircocks from their pajama bottoms, awkwardly maneuvering so you can take Gelato’sinto your mouth and Sorbet’s into your hand. Judging by the lack of squeezing,it was the right move.

You whinearound Gelato’s cock when you feel a warm tongue lick a stripe up your sex –and then another tongue – oh fuck, they’re both using their mouths on you. Thelack of movement from your end earns you a harsh bite on your inner thigh thathas tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.

And so, youmove, slowly working Sorbet’s cock in one hand while your mouth struggles tofit Gelato’s girthy cock in your mouth.

Well – you supposedthis wasn’t the worst waythings could have turned out.

#jjba headcanons #la squadra #vento aureo #not sfw #reader insert #risotto nero #formaggio #illuso #pesci #prosciutto #melone #ghiaccio #sorbet #gelato #Anonymous #polyposting #my writing

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harryandmolly · 5 years ago

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Change of Pace - 9 (Summer 2019)

cowritten by @achinglyshawn

summary: Shawn and Maya meet again 10 years after life got in the way of love

warnings: language, NSFW

wc: 6.1k

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When Shawn wakes, he’s tangled with Maya beneath the sheets. He’s got her pressed into his chest with her back contoured along his front, one of his legs stuck between hers. One arm is tucked beneath his pillow, while the other is curled around her waist, his broad, warm palm settled on her tummy.

He hasn’t slept so well in twelve years.

He groans softly as sleep fades, presses his face into his pillow and tightens his arm around Maya, pulling her closer to him until they’re flush together. His fingers trace the soft curve of her stomach before slipping up towards her ribcage, teasing along the angle of her ribs before he reaches the swell of her breasts.

He shifts behind her and nuzzles into the back of her neck, just where it meets her shoulder. He nudges at her hair with his nose, pushing it out of his way so he can press kisses to her skin.

“Maya,” he coos, lazily rocking his hips into her ass. “You awake?”

It doesn’t even really feel like waking up.

Maya stirs so gently she was barely aware of coming out of her sleep. It’s not like last time where she immediately went tense all over at feeling his body behind hers. Instead, she softens even further at his whispering fingers and exhales low and soft through her nose.

She’s sort of aware that she’s naked but it doesn’t bother her, not with him. When they got back to his place last night, they ordered food, made out on his couch and went to bed. She stripped out of her clothes and refused a t-shirt because she can’t remember the last time she slept naked with someone she loved. Not comfortably, anyway.

Shawn’s nose is soft and cool against the nape of her neck. His lips are dry against her skin — probably chapped from her sucking and teething at them last night. The thought makes her smile lazily.

He’s all over her. It’s the best way to wake up (if she’s even awake. She’s pretty sure she’s still dreaming).

“Hi,” she murmurs, voice rough and sandy, “Did you sleep ok?”

“Mm,” he hums against her skin, dragging his his nose along the line of her shoulder until he reaches the bony knob at the base of her neck. His lips wander up the notches in her spine until he reaches the base of her skull. He tucks his chin over her shoulder and kisses her jaw, murmurs, “Better than I have in years.”

Maya smiles, pleased to hear he’s as happy with last night as she is. When was the last time she felt this well rested? She’s too content and cozy to bother overthinking it.

He kisses the apple of her cheek then drops his head to his pillow, chest arching and pressing into her back as he yawns. His hand falls from her ribcage to her stomach, so he traces the tip of his finger around her belly button and wonders if it’s still a sensitive spot for her.

He’s all warm morning heat curling around her as he spoils her with kisses. She trails her fingertips against the light hair on his forearm until he starts to tickle her. She freezes, giggles, and without meaning to, grinds her ass back against him, caught between his wandering fingers and his solid body.

He pushes his face back into the crook of her neck when she laughs, kisses at her throat through a wide smile. His fingers drop from her belly to give her a break. He wiggles his hand between her hip and the bed, instead.

“What about you, Lu? Any nightmares?”

“No nightmares,” she whispers, her laughter fading as she runs her toes against the back of his leg that’s wedged between hers, “I don’t think I dreamed at all. I was just… gone. It was nice.”

It doesn’t sound nice, being gone, but god, it was delicious. Because she was gone with him.

A shiver crawls up his spine as she drags her toes along his leg, something that’s always made him a bit twitchy for her. He sighs into her neck, nodding a little. “Mm, yeah. I get it. Sounds like we wore each other out pretty well last night.”

Maya lifts her arm to lift her fingers lightly through the tight little curls at the back of his head because she’s crazy about them, always has been, and they’re softest in the morning before he puts any product in them.

“It’s true, amazing sex followed by Chinese takeout followed by heavy petting on the couch will usually lead to knock-out sleep.” But only with you. She thinks it, but doesn’t say it.

He curls his fingers into her hip as he slowly rocks his own, pressing himself against the small of her back as he begins to suck softly at the skin of her throat. This is something he missed the most with her. Lazy mornings, warm and comfortable between the sheets as they’re both pulled out of slumber.

He’s pretty sure morning sex is both of their favorites, and he feels himself stirring with interest against her ass.

“What’s your day like?” he murmurs, his voice thick with need he doesn’t bother to hide from her.

Maya knows what he wants when she feels him start to shift behind her. The canting of his hips against her is subtle, but when they’re so easily pressed together like this, she can feel his every movement.

Maya feels him just start to harden behind her and it has her breath shuddering. It feels so fucking good being held like this again, being the first thing he wants when he wakes up. Maya swallows and arches her back subtly, pressing her ass back against his cock.

“Mmm, I’m on beach time, baby, I don’t make plans. What did you have in mind?”

She is so incredibly sexy in the morning. Well, she’s sexy all the time, but there’s something about her warm, sleep-heavy body and the rasp in her voice in the morning that pushes her over the edge.

She’s needy and pliable and so sweet, and when she presses her ass into him, he practically gasps. He pushes his head into her fingers, loves how she loves to scratch at the hair at the nape of his neck, particularly when she wants a little extra attention herself.

Shawn ruts against her slowly, still hazy with sleep. He moves like they have all the time in the world, because as far as he’s concerned, they do. He sucks and kisses her neck, never staying in one spot for too long as he sloppily trails along the slope of her trapezius. He’s too distracted to answer her question.

Shawn lazily mouths at her neck and as good as it feels, Maya tightens her jaw for a moment, knowing what she really wants. She decides to ask because she’s trying to remind herself that she’s worthy, even of the small stuff.

“Baby, leave me a mark? Please? I miss seeing how you--” Her breath catches around the word ‘love’ -- “How good you are to me.”

She’s breathless. She wants to walk around town with him, hold his hand with a hickey proudly on display on her neck like she’s 16 again. It’s something she missed, getting to look in the mirror and see how thoroughly he loved tasting her skin.

Shawn knows what she was going to say.

I miss seeing how you love me.

She used to say it all the time, when he would leave bruises in places that were harder to hide with clothes.

“I’m sorry,” he’d say.

“It’s okay, baby,” she’d shrug, lifting her fingers to the bruise, “I like seeing how you love me.”

He can’t deny her.

He smiles into her skin, murmurs, “If that’s what you want, sugar,” before he nips at her throat, then soothing her with broad strokes of his tongue. He bites and nibbles at her a few more times before he presses his lips to her reddening skin and sucks.

He moves on to worry a different spot, one just beneath her jaw. He doesn’t leave a mark, but he does nip her here and there, just to send shivers down her spine until her toes curl.

The combination of pain and pleasure from his lips and teeth on her skin is flooding her. She groans quietly, cards a hand through his hair while he goes to work on her, looking delighted to be tasked with marking her up.

Every time he touches her makes it harder and harder to imagine it ever stopping. Every brush of his rough fingertips or the gentle tickle of his eyelashes, it’s so addictive. Maya’s strung the fuck out on him and she knows it.

“Wanna fuck you again,” he purrs into the crook of her neck, finally remembering his fantasy for the day. He kisses her, pressing his palm firmly against her lower abdomen, his fingers stretching to the patch of hair right at the apex of her thighs.

She doesn’t even have time to let out a deeply satisfied moan before he’s kissing her. It’s a long, slow kiss that matches the movement of his hips as he grinds into her from behind. His fingers flirt with skipping lower to start to get her wet for him, but the truth is, she’s already feeling it, has felt it starting since he first rasped into her ear.

“Wanna watch you surf after breakfast,” he continues. “Wanna get you lunch, coffee milkshakes, and then go to the arcade and win you a dumb prize you don’t really want. And then kick your pretty little ass in air hockey.”

“Sounds so perfect,” she whispers, and it sounds so sincere to her ears that she has to temper it.

“Except for the air hockey part, baby, you know you can’t beat me. You’ve tried, but it’s just sad.”

She punctuates it with a shift of her hips that has his cock sliding between her thighs, which are starting to get slick.

“Hey—“ he starts to argue, because he’s pretty sure he’s won once before— but the flick of her hips has his cock snug between her wet thighs and he cuts himself off with a groan.

He presses his lips to her cheek, forehead tipped against her temple. “You want it, Lu? Want my cock again, sugar?”

She grins at his reaction, circling her hips so her ass grinds rhythmically against him. But as soon as the grin flashes, it’s gone. His low, gravelly voice has her stiffening in his arms, moaning as she shuts her eyes.

“Please, honey. I want your cock. Fuck me.”

Maya turns her cheek so his lips fall into hers. She sucks his full lower lip into her mouth, tonguing at him softly.

Shawn moans as Maya sucks at him, rolling his hips into her, his cock gliding along her dripping slit until he nudges her clit.

“Just relax, sugar,” he mumbles against her mouth as his hand finds her thigh and he lifts it slightly. He continues the steady rolling pace of his hips, grinds the head of his cock over her swollen clit a few more times before burying himself inside her pink pussy.

“Fuck,” he breathes, barely audible between their lips. Her cunt is so slick, soft, and warm around him. Just as always. He’s so fucking spoiled, each time they do this. He fits perfectly inside of her, every contour of her slick walls hugging his shaft just right.

He can’t hold it in.

“This is fucking perfect,” he pants breathlessly as he drags his lips to her cheek, nose nuzzling her ear. He tightens his arm around her waist and picks up a slow, grinding pace that has his cock stretching her pussy more with each stroke.

He’s so good at getting her present, calming her frantic mind. He doesn’t even seem to know he’s doing it, he just… gets her. They work together so beautifully, how could she ever see past that? Not just sexually, of course, but in every way there is.

Maya relaxes into him as he sinks into her. She lets go of any tension she’s holding onto and lets him take her, reaching so deep as he rolls his hips against her firm ass.

He’s right. It is perfect. Every bit of it.

Maya sobs a breath. “So good with you, always perfect with you,” she chants desperately, shaking her head.

She closes her eyes and breathes, concentrates on keeping her rhythm with his and not saying anything else.

He smiles into her cheek. She’s breathless against his chest as she starts working her hips back and forth. She rolls with him so his cock slides deeper with each sweet stroke.

“Wish we could stay here forever,” he pants, squeezing his eyes shut against the weight of the honesty. Carefully, he drapes her thigh over his hip to keep her spread for him while also freeing up his hand. He strokes the inside of her thigh with his fingertips until he reaches her swollen folds, teasing her slick skin as he stretches her with each press of his dick.

Maya spreads her fingers on the pillow next to her and scrunches them hard into the fabric, inhaling sharply. His voice is so gentle and warm and so close to her ear that it feels like it’s in her head.

She doesn’t balk at “forever.” She closes her eyes and thinks about it, about what it might look like or feel like. Forever with Shawn. Her breath stutters in her heaving chest.

“I--”

She doesn’t know what was going to come out of her mouth, but it wasn’t going to be anything appropriate right now. So she snaps her mouth shut and lets him ease her leg up over his so he can have a hand free. She turns her face into the pillow and sighs happily, feeling him work harder to give her what she wants. Thinking about it is overwhelming.

“Feels so fucking good,” Shawn murmurs before swiping his thumb over her twitching clit and burying his face in the crook of her neck.

A subtle tilt of his hips has the head of his cock brushing over her g-spot with each stroke.

“S’it feel good, sugar? You like taking me like this?”

He shifts the angle of his cock and it has her gasping, moaning so loud into the pillow that it’s almost pornographic and she’s vaguely aware that Geoff lives with Shawn but she feels like she cannot physically stop herself from showing him how much he’s doing for her. She’s fucking losing her mind.

“Shawn,” she squeaks, “Oh fuck. Right there. Baby, feels so good. Fuck.”

She shoves her face back into the pillow to shut herself up because she’s on the brink of hysteria.

“Yeah?” His voice hitches as she encourages him like he loves. He presses his chest more firmly into her back and hangs his head to suck at her collarbone as he picks up speed, but just barely. He only brushes her g-spot on every third smooth stroke, wanting to give it to her good but not too fast. He’s enjoying the lazy rock and relaxed pace as he mouths sloppily at her clavicle.

He does take her encouragement, but he’s not sprinting for the finish line by any means. In her cloudy, lust-hazed mind, she’s not really surprised. Morning sex, especially when they’re spooning, was always lazy and slow and molten hot with the two of them.

Maya’s entire body tingles. He’s meticulous in the way he works her up, like he’s got the scientific method on his side or something. It’s maddening and wonderful and awe-inspiring and god, she loves him so fucking much.

It’s a shame she’s still a liar.

His lips find her ear and he sucks at her lobe softly. He murmurs, “Could do this all fucking day with you, Lu. Love being so close.”

He nudges a kiss to the shell of her ear as he gives her clit a gentle pinch, before working it in small, tight circles.

She whines at the feel of his lips and tongue on her earlobe. The smooth rhythm of her hips goes erratic for a moment. She feels like she’s a heartbeat away from an orgasm. His words reel her back in.

“Not gonna last all day if you keep up torturing me, honey,” she chuckles breathlessly, hiccupping when he flicks at her sensitive button of nerves. She groans through a laugh and shakes her head.

He grins into the soft skin behind her ear and flicks her clit again. “You’re not the one who has to last all day, sugar. You can come as many times as you need to.”

“Your fingers are perfect. You’re… perfect.”

He nips the shell of her ear, loving that it’s still one of her most sensitive spots.

“So’re you, My, fuck— god, can’t believe you’re here now. Can’t believe it’s not a damn dream,” he babbles with a raspy laugh.

His hips pick up speed and he starts panting softly against her ear as he shifts his hips so he can work his cock over her g-spot each time he fucks into her tight, slick pussy.

“Sooner you come, sooner you get to come again,” he purrs into her ear, giving her swollen clit a teasing spank with the tips of his fingers.

His stamina has seriously improved since he was in his early 20s. His dedication to her pleasure has always been admirable, but Jesus Christ, he’s so, so good for her.

Maya’s toes curl when he teases her and bites at the shell of her ear. She groans, knowing she’s definitely, completely soaking the bed as he strokes into her hotter and harder with each thrust of his talented hips.

Shawn would have her coming every hour on the hour if he could. It’s not even a question. Maya hums at his words, knowing she’s had this dream herself more than a few times. This is better though. It’s always better with him.

He won’t be satisfied with coming himself until he’s gotten her off at least once. He kicks things into high gear, smacking at her clit like she loves because he knows she loves it and god, she loves him and she can’t think straight at all because she’s seeing stars.

Her first orgasm starts in her toes and races through her nerve endings, lighting every one on fire. She shuts her eyes and gasps, going so tight around his throbbing cock it’ll be a miracle if he’s not coming with her in a few seconds. She pulses and writhes with it, letting it consume her until it fades and she’s wriggling back against Shawn’s hips for more.

She’s so good for him. It’s burns him from the inside out. His heart thuds heavily in his chest as her orgasm soaks him, his hips stuttering for a moment.

He sinks his teeth into the shell of her ear as he groans, trying to get himself under control while he slows his rhythm back down.

“Honey… baby, please…” she whines, not knowing what she’s even begging for.

Maya’s begging is so sweet.

“What’s that, Lemon?” he coos in her ear, smirking a little as he taps her clit gently. “You want another one?”

He kisses her ear before trailing down her throat, licking at each of her freckles he comes upon as he slowly rocks his cock in and out of her, narrowly missing her g-spot each time as her pussy still spasms from her orgasm.

Maya’s hip is getting a little sore from her leg being flexed behind Shawn’s, but he feels so good. She can’t even consider stopping him, letting her take a breather. She’s gone without for so long. Making up for lost time with him would be impossible, but they’re definitely putting effort in.

She nods frantically, selfishly, unself-consciously. She knows very well he’d give her everything. He’d hand her his whole world. Right now, with as crazed as she is, she’d take it. She wants all of him.

Maya has only barely recovered from her last orgasm but Shawn isn’t done. His tongue is hot on her sweaty neck as she barrels toward another.

Maya’s had sex with other guys who knew what they were doing with a woman’s body. She’s had great sex with them. But there’s no one who knows her and what she wants and needs like Shawn. He knows exactly what to say and how to touch her, knows her on such a level that other guys can’t imagine.

Shawn could take her anywhere.

He chooses to tease her, missing her most sensitive spot as he continues rowing into her backside. She groans and gives him a rough squeeze with her tired walls.

“Stop teasing me,” she growls.

She has him grinning into the tender, purple skin of her neck. He loves that she knows what she wants. Always has. She’s never been afraid to tell him, either. They make a good team because of it.

“Me?” He smirks, kissing his way back to her ear, “Dunno what you’re talking about.”

He flicks his hips harder just then, cock grazing right over her g-spot. He presses his fingers tightly against her clit and rubs her quickly, the kind of firm, general pressure that he knows drives her crazy.

She can feel him smiling and it makes her want to roll over on top of him and take what she needs from him herself. He probably wouldn’t even mind. Shawn loves it when she gets a little rough. But… she feels so close to him like this with him wrapped around her, finding a way to be together even more intimately than when they were asleep like this.

So she plays along and lifts a hand back into his hair, groaning through a giggle as she pulls at it. She loves how playful they can be while making-- well, while fucking.

But he gives her what she wants -- and she feels it immediately.

His voice drops, rough with desire as he purrs his her ear, “Always give you what you want, sugar. You know that.”

“Oh god, oh my fucking god,” she pants, kicking at his legs blindly, “Shawn, gonna fucking come again.”

A soft whining hum comes out her nose as she dives back off the cliff. This orgasm is shorter and hotter, has her sizzling all over. She sobs a breath with his name in it.

“Oh my god,” she murmurs once she’s on the other side, “I can’t… Shawn, I’m--” She’s too overwhelmed to continue. She doesn’t know what to say anyway.

He’s not gonna be able to hold off much longer.

Her second orgasm is short, hot, and soaking wet. She kicks at him and he clutches her waist firmly, groaning at the way her cunt clenches and grips his cock. He pulls his hand from her clit to hold her hip, thrusts slowing as he nudges her thigh off of him and rolls her forward, getting her on her stomach and pinning her to the bed.

She’s flustered beneath him, panting and squirming and spasming around his cock as he holds her down, only halfway on top of her as he scatters kisses across the back of her shoulder.

His cock twitches and he can’t wait anymore. His hips snap, and then he’s off, fucking into her welcoming pussy as he groans into her bronzed skin.

Maya’s not fully free from the grips of her orgasm before Shawn’s tipping her onto her stomach gently. She shifts beneath him, keeping her thighs snug together to give him an even tighter channel to really make him crazy.

With her face half buried in his pillows and his wonderful scent in her nose, she lets herself think for just a fraction of a second that she could have this forever. She just has to tell him she’s staying.

Her train of thought is interrupted by Shawn’s spasming hips slapping against her ass. She inhales sharply as the sensation as he picks up the pace. She tucks a hand over her shoulder to hold him, clutching onto his back as he starts to lose it.

“That’s it, baby,” she coos, wriggling her hips, clenching with what’s left of her strength to drag it out of him, “So good for me. Give it to me, I want it all.”

“Maya, sweetie--” he pants, digging his knees into the mattress as he buries his cock inside of her over and over, letting himself chase his orgasm. His hips stutter, and he knows he’s gone. He groans, pushing his face needily into her neck as his hips rabbit downward, his balls drawing tight against his body.

“I’m gonna-- I’m fucking-- I’m coming, shit-- shit, baby, fu-- fuck,” he hisses as he comes, his hips rocking jaggedly while he spills deep inside of her.

She moans at the feel of him steadying his hips against her inflamed backside. He comes hard, his breath striking the back of her neck. She squeezes her eyes shut and relishes the feeling. She loves being full of him in every way.

“Shawn,” she hums, in a way that just says she wanted to feel his name in her mouth.

Everything goes white, but only for a moment. He’s back before he knows it, dropping down onto her as his orgasm drains him of all the energy he’s got. He moans a little, face still nuzzled into her neck as his chest heaves against her back.

He’s never come like that before. They’ve never had it so fucking good, before.

When he relaxes into her, she relaxes into the bed. She’s squashed underneath him but she doesn’t care. His heaviness is completely welcome. Maya lifts her toes, all she can bear to move, to trace the bottom of his foot to tickle him. She makes a low, guttural, contented noise and moves the hand that was clenched into his shoulder blade to stroke his hair.

He groans, hand slipping from her hip to her stomach. He’s always trying to get closer to her, even after he’s just come inside her.

“God, Maya,” he mutters, heart hammering as he starts to mouth slowly at her neck.

“I’m still so fucking in love with you,” he breathes, fingers curling against the soft swell of her lower abdomen.

It’s funny how your body reacts before your brain can even spit out a fully-formed thought or emotion. At Shawn’s words, Maya’s body goes into panic mode before her mind gets anywhere near anything resembling coherence.

Every muscle in her body tenses like she’s been struck by lightning. Her drowsy eyes are wide fucking open. Her heart gallops around her ribcage like a racehorse. Her breathing has stopped.

Her mouth opens. It closes again. She exhales.

“Really?”

Really? 12 years apart, he’s been married and divorced and he says he still loves you, and “really” is all you got?

Shawn knew there was only so long he could keep his big, stupid mouth shut. The depth of his feelings for her overwhelms him, makes him feel like he’s gasping for air even though he’s surrounded by it. He couldn’t push it down any longer, and he thought maybe— maybe she’d want to hear. Maybe she’d like it. Maybe she’d love him back.

Instead, she stiffens beneath him like he’s a wasp who might sting her if she lets her guard down.

He swallows thickly and pushes him away from her, cock slipping from her warm folds. He lies on his back next to her and stares at the ceiling as he nods.

“Uh, yeah. Really. Really, really,” he says with a rough laugh, but it’s humorless.

He closes his eyes and holds his breath, waits for her to scramble out of bed and pull on her clothes so she can make an excuse about a cheese delivery or something.

Maybe if he keeps talking, she’ll stay.

“I just— it’s not—“ If only he knew what to say.

“I figured you should know. You don’t— I mean, it’s okay if you don’t feel even remotely the same way but, if we’re gonna do this, I thought you should know.”

He brings his palms to his eyes and presses down, breathing in deeply through his nose.

“I never stopped loving you, Lu. And that— well, it just is what it is, I guess.”

Shawn crawls off of her, always gentle when he pulls away to lie on his back. She presses her nose to the pillow in an attempt at a steadying breath. Her body fails her. She’s shaking a little, like her whole being is urging her to run. But she won’t.

He’s hesitant, the way he’s talking and she knows it’s because he thinks she’ll run too. It’s like he’s expecting it. It’s heartbreaking.

She’s not running.

Maya rolls into her back, chest flushed, lungs thick with oxygen that doesn’t feel like oxygen at all. Her eyes fill. She blinks at the tears helplessly. She wriggles her nose to cover a sniffle.

Maya tilts her head to look at him, agonized but still somehow relieved. He’d been waiting to say this for a while. She reaches over and takes his hand off one of his eyes. She caresses the swallow with her thumb.

“I must’ve done something so good at some point for someone like you to love me all this time.”

It’s not enough. But it has to be for now.

Shawn’s heart stutters when he feels her roll over in the bed, towards him rather than away. Her hand in his has his stomach twisting, skin prickling.

She doesn’t say it back, but she doesn’t ditch him either. He counts that as a win.

He laughs, dropping his hand from his face and shaking his head.

“It’s not about what you do or don’t do, Lemon. It’s just... you’re my best friend. You’re my best fucking friend, Lu. I’ve never had a friend like you before. When I’m— when we’re together it feels like— like we’re a real team.”

Lemon.

He’s been calling her that since their second or third date, she’s pretty sure. He was rambling about how Maya sounds like “Meyer” and something about how she’s sweeter than a Meyer lemon and then shortened it to lemon. Lemon got tucked up in his expanding closet of nicknames for her alongside Lulu, Lu, My, and several wonderful pet names. They’re all proof, in little ways, of how he loves her.

He sighs, looking down to where her thumb strokes the back of his hand, right over the wings of his swallow.

“I gave you my heart a long time ago, and I never really wanted it back.”

Maya folds her other arm under her head and scoots just a little closer to him. She’s quiet, resigned.

She wants to say it back, of course she does. But she can’t. She refuses to while she’s still lying to him. When she’s alone tonight, she can sit in front of a canvas and decide if and how she can find her way out of the tangled web she’s woven. Until then, she can show him, but she can’t tell him.

Maya lifts their entangled hands onto her stomach, flattening the back of his palm against her warm skin so she can trace the lines of his hands with her fingertips.

“You’re the only person I’ve ever felt completely, truly myself around. I’ve never wanted to hide from you. You never made me feel like I had to. I always felt like you wanted all of me… loved all of me.”

She’s tired of continuing to apologize for leaving. In her heart of hearts, she knows she did what she felt she had to at the time. For better or worse, much, much worse, they were apart. There’s no changing it now. She has to stop killing herself for it.

Shawn can’t believe his luck. He was sure his admission was going to send her running, have her telling him he’s crazy and they’re not kids anymore and when will he grow the fuck up?

Instead she plays with his hand like she always used to.

He smiles as she speaks, then rolls himself onto his shoulder so he can look down at her, propping his head up with his free hand.

“I’ve always loved everything about you,” he says calmly. He’s already blown it, so what’s the point of backtracking now?

“And I’m not stupid, Lu. I know--” he laughs, glancing down at his hand on her stomach, “I know you’re not perfect. But I don’t want that. Flawed is like, way better than perfect. I like that you’re, you know, human. And you’re my favorite human, at that.”

He brings his gaze back up to hers, wetting his lower lip as he tries to ignore the way his pulse pounds in his ears.

Shawn seems to lean into his honesty. Maya figures he’s been holding it back for a while. She gets that. She’s been doing a lot of that herself lately.

She avoids his eyes, focuses on studying the smooth lines in his palm, smiling gently at the way his reflexes react when he gets ticklish. It’s easier not to look at him when he’s spilling his heart out on the bed between them and she can’t do the same.

Maybe it’s more cruel for her not to say it now, even despite the secret she’s keeping. Maybe it’s wrong. Maybe she should look up into those big, clear brown eyes and blurt out all the nights she spent missing him over the last decade and change. It’s what he deserves to hear, no doubt.

Maya looks up. His gaze is unwavering. His breath is steady. His ears are turning pink. She leans in and kisses his earlobe, curling a hand around his head comfortingly, stroking his hair.

“Thank you.”

It’s all she can do for now.

He lets out a shaky breath when she curls into him, lips soft on his skin, fingers gentle in his hair.

“Maya,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose against her round cheek. He doesn’t really care that she hasn’t said it back, or that it seems like she’s not going to. She’s still here, she’s not recoiling at his words, and that tells him enough for now.

The way he sighs her name, like it’s ok that she couldn’t say it now even though he so clearly wants to hear it, almost makes her cry again.

In that moment, she lets herself revel in it.

He still loves me.

God, what a privilege. And he doesn’t love her casually or in a way she’s ever experienced before him. He loves her in this decade-consuming way that she can only hope hasn’t ruined his life but she can’t bring herself to worry too much when she’s lying with him like this. She thinks maybe he’d love her through anything. How wonderful and terrifying.

“Do you still want to spend the day with me?” he asks softly, giving her cheek a gentle kiss as he curls his fingers around hers and slides their hands along her body. He tucks their fingers under her chin and brushes his knuckles gently against the angle of her jaw.

“I didn’t mean to make anything weird,” he finally concedes, swallowing around a nervous lump in his throat as he breathes through his nose.

She squirms a little closer to him, brushing her nose over his lips and scratching gently at his finger with her nail.

“It’s not weird. It’s… it’s a lot for me right now. But it’s not weird. We should still have our date.”

He tries not to feel like a love sick puppy, desperate for the attention of a girl who doesn’t really want to give it to him.

Shawn tells himself it’s not true. She’s still here, wiggling closer to him like she likes being with him. He has to focus on her nonverbal cues, because the verbal ones aren’t going his way.

“I bet I could win you the stuffed nurse shark. Or the dragon,” he murmurs, because he doesn’t trust himself to say much more.

He tips his head and kisses her, carefully pulling her closer to his chest. He’ll take what she gives him, and he won’t push for more.

At this point, anything from her is more than enough.

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years ago

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Charming Instruction

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

Summary: You were just an average, everyday college student desperately trying to graduate. Only one more year stood between you and that celebratory walk. However, due to an oversight by your adviser, it seemed that the one class you never wanted to take was required to take that walk. It wasn’t the subject matter that made you uncomfortable. It was the teacher. Your heart sped up every time you saw him and you didn’t want that distraction in your life, attractive or not. With meeting him now an inevitability, you swore that you would keep your hormones in check. But after your first day of class, a series of hi jinks and weird situations lead you to discovering the secret of your professor and why he seemed to bombard your every thought.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I Final

Junmyeon didn’t lead you too far into the woods. He stuck to the tree line, pulling you in close once he was leaning up against a sizable trunk that kept you somewhat hidden from the house. Hands resting on your hips, he leaned his forehead on yours and sighed deeply.

You could tell he was still stressing over the meeting. Perhaps he was expecting more concern and questioning from the pack rather than the nonchalant reception that was bestowed upon him instead. While you didn’t know the boys all that well, they all seemed to give off that carefree vibe, which was possibly be the bane of Junmyeon’s existence, if you had to guess. But that probably just came with the territory of being a leader. And being the mate of the leader, you figured it was your job to help him stop worrying.

“Just give them a little time,” you reassured him as you rubbed his arms. “Soon, they’ll take it more seriously. It’s just because the information is so vague at this time, they don’t know what to be cautious of. So, they blow it off rather than stressing about something they have no control over.”

Junmyeon pouted, squeezing your sides. “Then why am I stressing about it?”

“Well, I don’t know too much about werewolf pack dynamics….” You scrunched your face mischievously, “But I’m pretty sure it has to do with the fact that you’re the leader and it’s kind of your job to worry over every little thing.”

“I do not worry about every little thing,” he protested.

This was coming from the same person who didn’t tell you the truth about the connection between the two of you because he was overthinking on whether or not you would hightail it out of here and leave him in the dust. Granted, you didn’t give him much hope for any other outcome, but still.

You held your thumb and index finger up, leaving a minuscule amount of space in between. “You do. Just a little bit.”

Junmyeon opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it, sighing heavily. “Okay. Maybe a little. But someone has to worry about these things or else we’ll all be doomed.”

“Well, then I guess it’s a good thing that you’re the leader instead of one of the others.”

He let out a short laugh. “Well, me and Kris. And it was nice that he-”

A little over the current discussion, you simply pressed your lips against Junmyeon’s for a quick kiss to stop his talking. Well, it was supposed to be a quick kiss.

Catching the back of your neck with his hand before you could pull away, Junmyeon deepened the display of affection, taking full advantage of the isolation. Under your palms that were resting on his chest, you could feel his content purr vibrating both you and him. The sensation made you giggle. Junmyeon broke off the kiss at the sound.

“What’s so funny?” he murmured, frowning at you.

“You’re like a cat,” you chuckled. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

Junmyeon scoffed, the corners of his mouth turning up in astonishment. His eyes turned back to you, “Do you realize how insulting that is?”

“Um, sorry?” you snorted. He did not find it as funny. “It’s not my fault! You were purring!”

“I was happy! I can’t control it!” he whined.

You rolled your eyes. “I was just saying that it was cute!”

“Hardly the word I want to hear in the middle of kissing you,” he grumbled.

Stepping back, you crossed your arms, just staring at him. He kept pouting, just making him even cuter.

It was ridiculous. The big alpha wolf wanted to be seen as anything but cute. But he made it hard with that fluffy brown hair, puckered lips, and big, round brown eyes gazing at you. You almost wanted to snap a picture of it, but that didn’t feel appropriate in the moment. Honestly, it felt silly, him taking offense to that four letter word, but it wasn’t worth starting an argument.

You threw your hands up. “Okay. Fine. I won’t call you cute anymore. Never again. I will purge that word from my vocabulary unless I’m talking about a puppy or small child.”

Junmyeon’s eyebrows shot up to nearly his hairline. “I didn’t say that.”

Narrowing your eyes and smirking, you teased, “So, you do want me to call you cute?”

He shrugged, hands in his pockets. “I wouldn’t mind it under certain circumstances. Just not when I’m kissing you. Because that makes me want to show you exactly how not ‘cute’ I can be.”

Now that kind of had you taken back. “Are you sure you’re a college professor? Because you are acting a bit more more like a college boy right now.”

With a predatory gleam in those russet eyes, Junmyeon stalked towards you. Instinctively, you stumbled back until your back hit a tree, the curved edges of the bark piercing your shoulder blades.

Your breath quicken and you couldn’t stop the audible gulp in your throat from how much like a wolf he being. That reaction seemed to just egg Junmyeon on. He didn’t stop until the space between you was completely gone, a hand on each side of your hip to keep you in place. His lips were right against your ear as he whispered, “I’m only a professor on campus.”

Oh, that’s not good.

Junmyeon nibbled at your ear before moving down to your neck. You giggled anxiously. He’d never gone this far before. What really made you nervous was the fact that you didn’t want to stop.

“Junmyeon! Junmyeon, are you out here?!”

Junmyeon growled, slamming a fist into the bark above your head. “Oh, for crying out loud.”

You snorted, covering your mouth when Junmyeon shot you a look.

Chanyeol and Jongin came running through the trees. You straightened up, hoping that there was no evidence of what you and Junmyeon were doing left on your face.

“What is it?” Junmyeon asked grumpily. You could tell he was trying to remain calm and not be irritated at the boys in case it was a real emergency.

“Sorry to barge in,” Jongin actually looked really guilty, which made you want this whole thing end even quicker, “but no one can find Tao. Did he run past here?”

Junmyeon shook his head. “No, we haven’t. Why?”

“No one can find him,” Chanyeol explained. “He stormed off after the meeting. He seemed really pissed.”

“That’s not good.” Junmyeon ran a hand through his hair before glancing at you. Turning back to the other wolves, he asked, “Did you see what direction he took off in?”

“He went out the front door,” Jongin replied.

“So, you think he went into town?” Junmyeon guessed.

Chanyeol shrugged. “Maybe? And you know Tao when he’s mad. He doesn’t really have the best control.”

“Alright.”

You could see how reluctant Junmyeon was to be the leader, to go after his wayward member, but it was an instinct that he couldn’t ignore.

“I guess I’ll go track him down,” Junmyeon sighed.

“I need to go back into town anyway,” you inserted. Maybe if you were the one to take him, he’d be less pouty about it.

“Luhan wants to go with you,” Chanyeol added. “Said if anything, he can drag Tao to the empty bar while he does opening work.”

Junmyeon nodded. “Okay, then. Let’s go.”

The four of you headed inside, grabbing Luhan before splitting off and going back outside to your car.

It wasn’t a very chatty car ride. Luhan stayed quiet in the back seat while Junmyeon held your hand from the passenger’s seat. He made random comments about the area’s history or how the road needed repaving every once in a while.

Apparently, Tao preferred to hang out downtown, so that’s where you dropped the two wolves off. You told Junmyeon that he could find you at the museum once he was done. When he questioned why you would go there, you simply shrugged and said to kill time.

That wasn’t entirely a lie. You really did like to spend free time at the museum, wandering around and trying to find new pieces to memorize.

But today you had a little mission.

Even though Junmyeon said he’d already gone through the little book of his family’s history, you thought that maybe a fresh pair of eyes could pick up some new clues.

Mrs. Kang wasn’t surprised to see you at all when she saw you in the main lobby. Junmyeon had told you earlier in the week that he had you added to the very limited list of people with access to the back room. Mrs. Kang handed you a key card with no hesitation and left you to go on your merry way. Getting a pair of cotton gloves from the supply closet, you buckled yourself down at the table in Junmyeon’s secret room after carefully taking out the book from its resting place.

You flipped through the pages slowly, gliding your eyes over the heavily faded words. Some paragraphs were almost completely illegible from the old ink wearing away with age. One particularly worn page caught your eye about halfway through the book. The edges were particularly feathered and torn, giving you the impression that this page’s contents were immensely important in the past. Almost all the writing was gone on the pages, but certain words you were able to make out.

Enemies.

Beware.

Hunted.

Future encounters.

Bingo.

At the very bottom of the page, underneath the missing information was a familiar looking symbol still present enough to make out. It was a circle overlapping three points. That could be the clue you were looking for in order to keep the pack - Junmyeon’s family - safe. But where did you take it from here?

Junmyeon came to the museum about forty-five minutes later, finding you in the “caveman” section, as Cam liked to describe it.

“Finding anything new and interesting?” he teased as he came up behind you, encircling his arms around your waist.

You shrugged lazily. “Perhaps. Did you find Tao?”

Junmyeon scoffed. “Yeah, he’s been found. But he’d ran off in the forest, not to town. Apparently, he just ran in a different direction than where we were.”

“Poor leader.” You turned around in his arms, linking your own around his neck. “It’s so hard being you.”

That just made him roll his eyes. “You’re so mean to me.”

You motioned to exit with your head. “Come on. Since I’m so mean, dinner’s on me.”

Junmyeon made his impressed face, the kind he made when a student in class gave him an answer he wasn’t expecting. “I like that idea. And I think I know just the place.”

Triquetragirl49: I’m glad that the new article helped!

Archaeology4life: It was a great read! Thank you!

Triquetragirl49: How’s the paper coming?

Archaeology4life: Not too bad! Teacher’s a hardass, though. Lol

Triquetragirl49: Well, hopefully he’ll at least enjoy your paper on irish werewolves.

Archaeology4life: Fingers crossed! If I don’t get an A, I might have to complain to the dean. Jk

Triquetragirl49: Remind me again why you were focusing on that subject?

Archaeology4life: I just came across something about werewolves and a connection to the triquetra in some research. I was surprised that they were both related to protection.

Triquetragirl49: Kind of related. Werewolves were still considered dangerous and best for everyone to stay away from them.

Triquetragirl49: At least, according to the legends, that is. Considering they’re not real!

Archaeology4life: I’m sure if wolves were real, they wouldn’t be dangerous.

Triquetragirl49: You never know. There’s a lot of scary stories out there lol.

Archaeology4life: Yeah… you’re right lol

Archaeology4life: Thank you again!

Triquetragirl49: Of course! Just let me know if you want to know anything else! I’ve enjoyed talking to you!

Archaeology4life: Same!

“What are you smiling at?”

You slammed the screen of your laptop shut just as Junmyeon slid into the empty space across from you in the breakfast booth. Since he had a department meeting this evening, you’d beaten him to the farmhouse and decided to kill some time by getting back in touch with your new internet friend.

Finding triquetagirl49 in a folklore chat room on a history website had been pure luck and she’d giving you so much information on how that old celtic symbol could be related to werewolves. It seemed more like a good thing, representing protection for both humans and wolves alike. You weren’t sure when you should share this information with Junmyeon or exactly how to present it, so you decided for now to just keep it to yourself for the time being.

“Funny article on The Mummy trilogy,” you lied smoothly.

He shook his head, laughing to himself. “You and those movies. Don’t you have them memorized by now?”

“Maybe,” you pouted. “We can watch something else, though, if you want. Or do something else. We don’t have to watch a movie.”

Junmyeon held out two hands, moving them up and down like a pair of scales. “Let’s see… hold my mate close on my bed while we watch her favorite movie or do something else that involves less intimate time and possibly run into someone else in the pack.” He gave you a pointed look. “I think movie wins.”

You beamed. “Good!” Hopping up, you started for the staircase. “Let’s go!”

Junmyeon laughed as he followed you up to his bedroom. By luck, a majority of the wolves were out and about with their mates on this beautiful friday night. Since you and your wolf still had to be careful about who saw you together, it was a night in for the pair of you. But you didn’t mind. In fact, you had been looking forward to it all week.

Jumping on the bed, you pushed yourself all the way up to the headboard while Junmyeon turned on the TV and readied the movie before heading into the bathroom. While you waited on him, you fluffed up the pillows to make yourself more comfortable.

When he emerged from the bathroom, you tried to keep your focus on the bright screen. Junmyeon had decided that it was completely appropriate to come out in just a pair of sweatpants. Just sweatpants. No shirt.

He was such a tease.

You made no protest as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close to him. Leaning your head on his chest, you watched the movie for a good fifteen minutes or so until the scene with Rachel Weisz in the museum, knocking over the bookshelves and creating that cringe-worthy disaster came on the screen.

That’s when Junmyeon got a little restless.

At first, he was just playing with your fingers and planting kisses on your shoulder. Then he moved his lips up to your neck, tickling the sensitive skin. Out of reflex, you flinched into the kiss, closing off access from Junmyeon.

“It’s cute that you know every word,” he whispered. It was obvious that he cared nothing for the movie and he was just trying to distract you and maybe even give him all your attention instead.

Taking the bait, you turned to tell him to be quiet. Before one word could escape your lips, he’d captured them in his own. You never saw another minute of the movie, too preoccupied to pay it any mind.

Oh, well. There was always next time and your wolf needed your special attention.

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mskinkyafro · 6 years ago

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Last Call (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

A/N: I know what most could be thinking...what the hell it’s only been two chapters, but I can’t help it! I feel so much excitement and adoration for Dr. Ethan Ramsey. We don’t know much about him but ideas were popping in my head all weekend. Any details I reference about his past in this fic is original content I conceived and nothing confirmed in PB cannon. This would definitely not be apart of cannon so cannon divergence here. The song used briefly in this fic is “These Arms of Mine” by Otis Redding.

Italicized and bold:song lyrics

Italicized: internal thoughts

Summary: Dr. Ethan Ramsay takes time to reevaluate the newest intern that’s captured his attention in more ways than one, whether he wants to admit it or not.

All Rights to PB for their characters, settings, and stories. I don’t own them, I just borrow minus my MC Dr. Katrina Michaels.

All Rights to who own the song “These Arms of Mine”.

In the mischievous hours of the night Dr. Ethan Ramsey sits alone in the now barren Donahue’s nursing another drink. The place once buzzing with noise is now near sheer silence except the gentle music playing from the jukebox. The last crop of stragglers, only a few with slurring speeches make their exit. Hearing the soft thud of the door shutting he let out a mild grunt and raises his near empty glass towards the bartender.

“Last one, buddy. My knees are screaming and any minute longer I’ll be visiting you at your job versus you visiting mine.”

Reggie says as he refills the glass and then grabs a rag to clean.

“Now we can’t be having that now.” Ethan replies before taking a small gulp.

Suspicious at such warm words from the man Reggie stops wiping down the counter to look at Ethan.

“Hmm, that’s strangely kind of you-”

Before Reggie can finish his sentence Ethan cuts him off all the while looking into his diminishing drink

“Because then who will serve me drinks at my beck and call?”

His eyes shine with mirth as looks at Reggie while he takes another sip.

“You almost had me there. You’re a cheeky bastard, you know that? I should throw your ass out for that.” Reggie says while shaking his head amused.

“But you won’t because you’re too good. That’s exactly why the likes of myself don’t deserve you as friend Reg.”

“Heh, damn right. I only keep you around because you tip well.”

Ethan chuckles at the man in front of him.

“Never change, Reggie.”

“Wasn’t planning to buddy.”

The two men finish laughing when the shoosh of the door opens and a young African-American woman enters while calling over her shoulder before the door closes.

“I’m going to use the restroom and wait inside until the Lyft comes. Night everyone!”

Recognizing the voice speaking Ethan turns and sees Dr. Katrina Michaels. As she moves from the entrance and towards the back right of the bar to the restrooms his gaze follows and he retreats to his mind briefly.

“I haven’t quite figured out why but there’s something about the rookie that intrigues me.”

Reggie notices his friend is watching the woman from earlier and can already gather what could be the reason why. Being the good friend that he is Reggie decides to give his old pal a nudge in the right direction. So he taps Ethan on the shoulder to get his attention.

“Welp, I gotta clean up in the back. Keep an eye on the place for me. Especially the little lady, I’m leaving both in your capable hands.”

Ethan quirks an eyebrow at Reggie as he takes another swig and asks

“What are you getting at Reg?”

Reggie smirks to himself and shrugs his shoulders before he turns to leave Ethan alone and enters a side door near the shelves of alcohol. Ethan scoffs and continues to drink his glass of scotch enjoying the the burning sensations that slide down his throat. His thoughts lingers to earlier in the night when talking to Katrina.

“She definitely is different in the real world but on the hand not so much. I don't quite understand why this intern is different from the others. Other than proving herself capable so far but outside EdenBrook I notice that my thoughts have dawdle on her more trivial attributes. Such as her underlying fierceness or perhaps her vivaciousness. Well I suppose I can’t say I truly recognized these qualities more so I overlooked them, one such as her beauty. She truly is stunning. It makes me wonder why a woman like her spent time near me when the place was swarming with younger men. Especially asking if someone was waiting at home for me. It can’t be what I think… no I probably need to ease off the alcohol right now. Besides who would wait around for me anyway? Edie surely doesn’t anymore.”

As he sets his glass down back on the counter he hears a soft voice calling his name which removes him from his thoughts. Without turning around he says

“Hello again, rookie.”

“I’m surprised to see you still here Dr. Ramsey.” Katrina Michaels murmurs.

He turns to face the intern and replies

“I’m surprising in a lot of ways.”

She smiles and delicately places herself onto the stool that’s next to Ethan.

“You’ll have to prove that you know.”

Despite himself he smirks at her. His gunmetal blue eyes piercing into Katrina’s hazel ones. Their gazes seem to challenge yet captivate the other. There’s a comfortable yet tense air between the two until the smooth vocals of Otis Redding play from the jukebox.

“These arms of mine, they are lonely. Lonely and feeling blue. These arms of mine are yearning, yearning from wanting you...”

The song continues to play as Katrina speaks.

“You know he’s is one of my favorite artist. I used to...”

As she speaks Ethan watches the woman in front of him. He observes the way her eyes are lit up to how a rogue strand of her curly hair hangs, and even how in the dimly lit bar her smile radiates and contrasts with her beautiful coffee-hue complexion. He tries to listen to all she’s saying, now beginning to tell him about much of a fan she is. But he’s beginning to distract himself with his thoughts once more.

“Of course this song plays. Very convenient timing, I’d say. I bet Reggie had something to do with this. It’s been so long since I had someone. At this point other people would take anyone. But I could never at my stage in life. That’s why I’m here at almost one in the morning. I wonder why she’s here too, besides being young.”

Ethan breaks away from his mind to refocus back onto Katrina whose finishing up a compliment about his research.

“Katrina, may I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Dr. Ramsey.”

“First, outside of EdenBrook you may call me, Ethan.”

Katrina runs her hand through her hair before replying

“Are you sure, Dr. Ramsey?”

He rolls his eyes briefly before turning to look at his glass to take another sip of his scotch.

“Yes, rookie. You referring to me as doctor outside of the hospital makes me look a bit pretentious.”

“I think that’s your own doing, Dr. Ramsey.”

He pauses lifting his glass to meet his mouth in midair and turns to glare at her but it falters once he hears the bubbling of laughter escape her plump lips. He goes back to take a swig and places his glass back down gently.

“Sorry. I couldn’t pass that up...Ethan.”

“Now, was that really that difficult?”

“Not exactly, but it’s a bit strange. To be on first name basis with your idol.”

“I’m just a man, rookie. Not a celebrity or some god.”

Katrina turns her face away from Ethan and averts her eyes from his as she whispers

“Maybe, but you sure do have god-like looks.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t make out what you said?” curious of what she said.

“It’s not important. But you wanted to ask me something?”

“Yes I do. I happen to be thinking of what you asked me earlier in the night and wondered the same.”

“Is that so? Is there a reason why you liked to know?”

Her tone so playful with a hint of flirtation that he couldn’t decipher if he imagined it or not.

Instead of speaking he shrugs his shoulders in response.

Smiling to herself and looking down before meeting his eyes again.

“I’m just like you. No one awaiting my return.”

“Interesting.”

The fading music is more audible as the two stop speaking momentarily

“...I need somebody. Somebody to treat me right, oh. I need your arms. Loving arms to hold me tight. And I, I, I need your, I need your tender lips to hold me.”

A chime from Katrina’s cell phone breaks the silence before either one of them could.

“That’s my Lyft. It’s two minutes away so, I’m going to waiting outside.”

Ethan nods in understanding, she begins to remove herself from her seat, but still slightly tipsy she slips and falls into Ethan’s body who reacts immediately. He grasps firmly yet gently ahold of her, keeping her steady. Both freeze from the sudden contact and close parameters they are from the other.

Katrina can see Ethan’s adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat and he thinks to himself while staring at Katrina.

“I suddenly have the urge to gently brush the curls away from her beautiful eyes and...I need to stop this instant. It’s late and I am feeling a bit lonely but I’m beginning to enter a dangerous area. This would lead to an H.R. nightmare. I can’t let myself get tangled with the matters of the heart. Especially with my, ahem, the rookie. God, I need to lay off the sauce for a while.”

He’s pulled from his thoughts when Katrina removes herself from his arms.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, rookie.”

“Is that going to be a permanent thing? Even outside of work?”

“What?”

“Rookie. I mean you’ve called me by my first name earlier tonight even when I thought you didn’t even know it, much less remember it nor care to.”

“I’ve told you. I’m observant...rookie. Does that answer your question?” He says smirking at her.

Rolling her eyes she moves to make her way to the exit.

“Yes it does. And you deny that you’re favoring me.”

“I’ll let you believe what you want. Even if it’s a silly notion.”

“Whatever you say, Dr. Ramsey” she purrs.

Ethan feels his heart rate increase briefly. Before he can respond, she speaks up.

“My ride should be here now. I’ll see you around Dr. Rams- I mean Ethan.”

She rubs her hand obsessively through her hair before giving him a quick wave as she inches closer to the door.

“For whatever reason my name leaving her lips sounds right. As the same for hers. Katrina. Ka-tri-na. I’d like to say it more than just in my...Okay enough. I must stick with calling her rookie. That’s what's...what’s safe.

Katrina opens the door which pulls Ethan out and he speaks for the final time

“Have a good night...Katrina. Get home safe.”

She stops at hearing her name being used and turns back around and grins wide at Ethan.

“You too.” she steps outside and calls back to Ethan.

“Maybe once I’ve graduated from rookie or you tire of it, you can call me Kat. Whichever comes first.”

Without another word or glance she walks out the door.

Ethan is left staring at the spot she was occupying before turning his attention back to his glass. He drains the rest of his drink and retreats into his thoughts.

“So much for playing it safe. Then again, what’s life without a few risks.”

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kinkykinard · 6 years ago

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What the Water Gave Me

Fandom: Star Trek AOS. Pairing: Leonard McCoy x female reader. Word Count: 5099. Warnings: vaginal fingering, anal fingering, enemas, vaginal sex, anal sex (female receiving), butt plugs. Rating: Adult (18+). Summary: You never thought you would agree to give enemas a try at Leonard’s suggestion, but in the end you’re oh so glad you did. Beta: @daughterofthebrowncoats. Author’s Note: Thank you so so so much to @daughterofthebrowncoats for inspiring this fic and pushing me over the edge into writing it! I’ve done my absolute best to keep it tasteful without being overly graphic in the wrong ways. Please don’t feel obligated to read it, but if you want to give it a try, I hope you enjoy it! Additionally, I’m only tagging the select few people who already know what the fic is and who haven’t run away screaming, but if you would like to be tagged in future fics like this, please let me know!

You’ve been preparing for this night for weeks now, getting used to the idea of what Leonard had told you he wanted to do to you. You’ve been reading, researching, and carefully asking around about what he had proposed one night when you’d been lying in his arms after a round of lovemaking and though you’ve heard good things, you haven’t been able to quell the undercurrent of anxiety you’ve been feeling.

Shifting around a little on your knees and elbows, you fight the urge to cover yourself. Your entire backside is exposed to Leonard’s view and though you can hear him in the bathroom next door getting things ready, you can’t help but feel vulnerable and like you’re on display. The sound of water running has your heart racing and pounding and while you trust Leonard implicitly, you can’t help but be a little bit terrified of what’s about to happen.

When the topic of enemas had first come up, you’d been skeptical and hesitant, but after a bit of reassurance you’d caved and agreed to try it. Leonard had been over the moon and had promised to take excellent care of you. He had assured you that it would be painless and wonderfully exciting, and so after thinking on it for a fortnight, you’d let him know that you were ready.

You hear the water in the bathroom stop running and unconsciously fist your hands tighter in the plush towel beneath you. You hear Leonard’s footsteps grow nearer and gasp when his hand settles gently on the curve of your lower back, rubbing the skin there in broad, sweeping strokes that help soothe you.

“Are you ready, sugar?” He asks in a tone much more gentle than the authoritative one he often uses in the bedroom, though the effect is the same.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly. “Please be gentle.”

“Do you trust me?” He queries further.

“Yes,” you assert.

“Yes…” Leonard trails, quirking an eyebrow and slipping his hand down to your buttock and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Yes Doctor,” you amend.

“Good,” Leonard says, satisfied. “Now I want you to relax for me, darlin’. I’m going to lube you up.”

Your heart rate soars again at his words; you’ve never had anyone or anything inside of your ass before and the thought of his fingers there is equal parts maddeningly sexy and terrifying. You shift a little as you hear the snap of gloves behind you and shiver in anticipation. Moments later, Leonard’s hand lands back on your buttock and pulls it aside to expose your anus. You bite your lip and yelp quietly when you feel a cold dollop of lubricant land right on your opening.

“Deep breath,” Leonard instructs.

A few beats of silence and stillness go by and then you feel Leonard’s finger pressing gently, just barely, against your asshole. Making a conscious effort to relax as it circles, massaging the slick gel into your skin, you resign yourself to his ministrations. Your face flames in humiliation at being bent over so lewdly but you can feel yourself growing wet as his massage starts to feel good.

When his fingertip first dips inside just the smallest bit a few seconds later, you grasp the towel harder, the skin over your knuckles stretching taut from the effort. You know Leonard felt your tension mount when he pulls back a little, instead continuing the slow and methodical massaging for a little while longer.

Eventually you relax and when his finger slips inside once more you manage to stay still and at ease. He takes his time working it in, adding a drop of lube here and there as needed to keep you comfortable. The longer he spends fingering you, the more you start to wonder why you’d never tried anything anal before; it feels just as good as Leonard had promised it would.

So far, anyway.

“I think you’re ready,” Leonard murmurs. “You’re relaxing real quick here.”

You nod, resting your forehead on your crossed arms and biting your lip as his fingers slips free of you. His other hand stays put, though, holding your buttock aside as he picks up a large squeeze bottle with a long, thin nozzle screwed into the end of it. You shut your eyes tightly as he holds it aloft just over your backside, allowing a few drops to dribble from the tip of it and onto your skin. The water is warm, you’re relieved to feel, and you take a slow, steadying breath as you feel him poise the tip of the nozzle at your opening.

“Okay?” He asks.

“Yes,” you allow.

You inhale sharply as you feel him press forward and feel the nozzle slide in deep. It’s only a couple of inches, but it’s more than you’ve ever had inside of your ass before and it feels intense. It takes you a moment to adjust to it as the flared neck of the bottle comes to rest flush up against your opening and you squeeze involuntarily around the hard, unyielding plastic of the nozzle, feeling a twinge of arousal.

“Here comes the water, sugar,” Leonard warns.

Before you can even think to brace yourself, you feel a sudden flush of warmth somewhere deep inside of your belly. You rock involuntarily back against the nozzle and earn yourself a soft chuckle from Leonard. He lets go of your buttock, instead stroking his hand up along your spine as he continues squeezing the water into you with the other one. It’s a completely new and unique feeling, but it’s not unwelcome and perhaps even somewhat pleasant. The heat of the water spreads through you as more of it is instilled and you moan softly.

“Too much?” Leonard asks, easing off a little for a moment.

“No,” you say breathlessly. “It’s nice; it feels good.”

You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Glad to hear it,” he says. “Not much left to go, but if you take this one like a champ, I’ve got another ready for round two.”

You consider his words as he increases the pressure he’s applying to the squeeze bottle, filling you up with the rest of the small amount of fluid.

“Let me hold this one for a little?” You suggest. “So I can get used to it?”

“That’s the idea,” Leonard assures you with a chuckle. “There, all in.”

You groan quietly as you feel him withdraw the nozzle, leaving you missing the sensation of being penetrated. You shift your weight from one knee to the other a few times but you can’t feel the water sloshing around inside of you like you assumed you would be able to. Instead, you just feel a little full and very warm.

You tense a little when you feel Leonard’s fingers gently part your labia and slip in the moisture that’s collected there. As he eases one inside and brushes up against your g-spot, however, you let yourself enjoy the sensations the friction is creating. Between the water in your belly and the finger in your vagina, you feel an orgasm building quickly and you clench your fists to hold it back.

“I don’t want to spill!” You gasp. “Len, please!”

His rubbing against your g-spot slows and his free hand comes to land on your hip, squeezing it to help ground you a little.

“You’re doing fine,” he encourages. “You can hold it.”

You shake your head as a fine sheen of sweat breaks out across your skin, making it prickle with goose bumps. You’re very suddenly feeling the need to release the water and you shimmy forward, scarcely even noticing that Leonard’s finger has slipped from inside of you in your rush.

“I have to go!” You exclaim, clambering toward the edge of the bed; you’d known the feeling of needing to go was going to be intense, but you hadn’t quite imagined it to this degree.

As you move to stand, Leonard offers you a hand, gently steadying you as you get to your feet. He presses a hasty kiss to your forehead as you stride by him, making your way into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

When you emerge ten minutes later, you feel a little shaky from the emptying but also more turned on than you remember ever feeling before. You’re aching to feel more, and it’s with a coy expression that you make your way back over to the bed.

The sight of Leonard standing at the bedside and adjusting the height of an IV pole he’s very clearly purloined from the med bay – a pole with an impossibly large, full enema bag hanging from it – nearly stops your heart. You bite your lip as you approach him slowly, eyeing the setup. As you get close enough, Leonard steps in and wraps his arms around you from behind, splaying a hand on your abdomen and rubbing it gently.

“Ready for more?” He asks.

“Yes, Doctor,” you purr.

Leonard nods, dipping his head to press a kiss to your cheek before nudging you towards the bed.

“On your knees then, sweetheart,” he instructs.

You comply easily, assuming the same position you had been in earlier. It isn’t long before Leonard is standing just behind you, pulling on a fresh set of gloves and uncapping the lube. When he touches you a moment later, spreading your cheeks again just like the first time, you relax a lot more easily and though it’s only the second time you’ve ever allowed him to touch you like this it’s already familiar enough that you’re perfectly content as he presses a finger inside of your asshole to lubricate you.

As he switches out his finger for the enema tip, you realize that this nozzle is thicker than the last one and you feel a little thrill at the thought of it stretching you even more than his finger has. As he continues to push it forward it occurs to you that the nozzle is shaped like a plug, long and somewhat uncomfortably wide at its maximum diameter. The discomfort eases quickly, though, as it slides completely inside of you and seats itself with its flared base keeping your cheeks spread.

“I figured that might help you hold this one,” Leonard says softly, strong a hand over your buttock and pressing the plug just a fraction deeper with his thumb, making the tubing running through the center of it bounce a little, sending pleasurable little shocks through your core. “It’s going to be a big one; going to make your belly swell with all that water.”

“I want it,” you beg on a whim a moment later, turning your head a little so you can just see Leonard out of the periphery of your gaze. “Please, Len. I want to feel it.”

“How can I refuse when you beg so sweet, darlin’?” He says, pleased at the state he’s worked you up into.

Without any warning, Leonard reaches for the clamp on the tubing and releases it, allowing the flow to start. It’s intense, so much more intense than the first one, and you can’t help but moan as you immediately start to feel full. You’re about to ask him to slow the flow down a little when you feel a sudden release and realize that the water has started moving deeper inside of you. The feeling that you’re about to burst fades and is quickly replaced by a pleasant warmth and relaxation.

As the minutes creep by in silence, you focus on the growing heaviness in your belly and the way Leonard’s hands have begun to sweep in a gentle, soothing massage over your lower back, hips, and thighs. You can feel yourself growing full, the skin on your belly becoming taught from the strain of all of the water inside of you, and soon it starts to become uncomfortable.

“How much more?” You ask.

“You’ve got just under a third of the bag left,” Leonard replies. “You can do it, sweetheart.”

“I’m getting crampy,” you whine softly.

You gasp as you suddenly feel a brush up against your clit and realize it’s the inside of Len’s wrist as he reaches between your legs to splay his hand on your gently swollen belly. He carefully massages all over your abdomen, easing the cramping quickly and returning you to a state of comfort and arousal.

“Better?” He asks.

You nod and take a slow, deep breath as you feel his hand slip away. You can hear him moving around behind you and you glance over your shoulder as you feel him pat your hip a moment later.

“All done,” he announces with a smile. “You did great, darlin’.”

“I feel so full,” you breathe.

“I want you to hold it for a while,” Leonard insists softly. “But I can help take your mind off it; make it easier.”

“Yes, please,” you say.

You can hear the rustle of fabric behind you and you can only imagine he’s removing his boxers – the only remaining vestige of modesty he has remaining. You listen a little longer, hearing the tearing of a condom packet and the snap of the lid to the bottle of lubricant. Before long, you feel Leonard’s weight on the bed between your legs and your eyes widen as he lines the head of his cock up with your core.

“Going to make you feel even more full, darlin’,” he explains. “With that nozzle in your ass and all that water in your belly, my cock’s going to fit inside you nice and snug.”

You bite your lip as you feel him press forward, pushing just the tip of his cock into your wet and waiting pussy. It’s already more intense than anything you’ve ever felt before and you can’t help but let out a wordless cry as he pushes in deeper, filling you beyond your wildest imaginings. You clench around his cock, panting as you adjust to the stretch and squeeze.

“Fuck,” you hiss, reaching down to finger your clit, adding to the maelstrom of pleasure you’re already feeling.

“You’re so tight, angel,” Leonard growls. “Is it too much?”

His concern warms but doesn’t surprise you and you shake your head. Clearing your throat, you reassure him aloud.

“No,” you promise. “Just… go slow.”

And so he does.

At first, the thrusts are very slow and short, just teasing more than anything, allowing you to get accustomed to the feeling of having something in both of your orifices. As you start to respond, however, bucking your hips back and bringing your ass flush up against Len’s pelvis, he lengthens the thrusts, increasing his tempo and grabbing onto your hips for stability.

“Oh God,” you moan. “I’m going to spill, Len! I can’t hold it like this!”

“You’re going to be just fine, sugar, trust me,” he soothes, slowing his rhythm for just a moment. “I know how to take your body apart piece by piece and put it back together again, and I know that you’re not going to spill so much as a drop. Not with this in.”

He pointedly reaches out and presses on the plug-shaped nozzle in your ass. The movement of the smooth plastic against your stretched and spasming hole makes a shudder go through you and you know your orgasm is close. The tightening of everything inside of you as your climax draws nearer is amplified by your fullness and you’re powerless to stop the onslaught as Leonard starts to move in earnest again. The rasping of his cock against your g-spot combined with the rhythmic thrum of your fingers against your clit has starbursts popping behind your close eyelids and you gasp for air as your climax hits you.

You cry Leonard’s name as the spasming starts up and grip the sheets beneath you for dear life. All you can hear is the whoosh of your heartbeat in your ears, the sound in perfect synch with Leonard’s thrusts inside of you. Within moments he’s coming, too, and the suddenly erratic thrusting helps to bring you down a little bit. You feel like you’re going to burst but you stay still as he finishes, gritting your teeth as he finally slumps forward, pressing his forehead to the spot between your shoulder blades.

“I’ve got to go,” you rasp. “Now!”

Though he’s still loose and boneless in the wake of his own orgasm, your comfort is paramount and Leonard quickly slips out from inside of you and climbs to his feet. With one hand on your lower back to brace you, his other hand goes to the nozzle and grasps it firmly.

“Relax, darlin’,” he says roughly, his voice gravelly in the aftermath of his climax. “I’m going to pull this out and you can go on ahead.”

You nod frantically, breathing in short, staccato gasps as you feel him tugging on the nozzle. You wince a little as he pulls it out, the widest part of it stretching you deliciously before popping out with ease. The second it’s removed, you scramble of off the bed and all but run to the bathroom, closing the door behind you as you reach the toilet just in time.

The next twenty minutes are equal parts relief and living nightmare as you release the contents of the enema. It’s even more fluid than you thought and you’re weak and shaky by the time it’s finally over. Your groan of relief and flushing of the toilet attract Leonard’s attention from outside of the room and you hear a gentle knock on the door.

“Why don’t you get into the shower?” He suggests. “I’ll join you in a minute.”

It sounds like an amazing idea and you agree easily. Waiting a moment before standing to get your bearings, you pull a few extra fresh, fluffy towels out from under the sink and set them on the counter for afterward. Eventually, you get to your feet and step into the shower, pulling the glass door closed behind you and turning on the spray; real water, not the sonic jets that you usually use.

As the heat of the water eases any remaining tension in your muscles and washes away the prickle of sweat on your skin, you hardly notice Leonard climb into the shower with you until his arms wrap around you, his hands coming up to cup your breasts. His thumbs graze your nipples and you sag back against his chest, groaning contentedly.

“So what did you think?” He asks, dipping his head to press a kiss to the side of your neck.

“It was intense,” you summarize. “I think I’d like to try it again some time.”

“Yeah?” Leonard murmurs hopefully.

You nod, tipping your head to the size, nuzzling his cheek.

“There’s something else I’d like to try, too,” you continue slowly.

“What is it?” He asks as he pulls away a little, reaching for the soap.

You watch him as he pours a bit of it into his hands and works it through his fingers before reaching up to start lathering you up. The massage feels heavenly and you fall silent for several long moments, enjoying the sensation of his fingers on you.

“I want to feel your cock in my ass,” you say a few moments later, breaking the companionable silence.

Leonard’s massage doesn’t stop, but you can feel the wanton need radiating off him.

“You’re all nice and clean inside now, sweetheart,” he murmurs, suddenly pressed flush up against you again, sudsy hands trailing down your arms to grasp your wrists. “Do you think you can handle coming for me again?”

You feel lust coil in the pit of your belly at the thought of having him inside of your ass and even though you’re spent from the evening’s activities, you find your body ready and raring to go again in an instant. Nodding, you press your ass back against him, wiggling it just a little to rub at his heavy, slowly-hardening cock.

“Yes,” you say emphatically, dislodging his hands and leaning into the spray to wash off the soap so you’re not covered in slippery suds. “I’m ready, Len.”

He chuckles softly, leaning forward with you and settling his hands on your hips, pulling you back up against him even more. You can feel his cock stiffening and straining against your buttocks and you reach for the grab bar at the front of the shower. Originally designed in case the gravity failed while one was in the shower, it makes a great hand hold for sex, too, and you plan on making good use of it.

“Stay just like that for me, darlin’,” Leonard instructs, pulling open the shower door and quickly stepping out. “I’ll be right back.”

You watch him cross over to the medicine cabinet and roll on a condom before pulling out a bottle of lubricant different from the one he’d used in the bedroom. From its more viscous, silky texture you know it’s silicone-based and you groan inwardly at how good you know it’s going to feel on your asshole. You shift your weight from foot to foot as Leonard applies a generous amount of the lubricant to his cock and fingers, and you reach up to angle the showerhead down further as he makes his way back over to you.

Seconds later, Len is back in the stall with you and closing the door with his lube-free hand. You feel the other one brush the cleft between your cheeks and you reach back, pulling one cheek aside to give him better access.

“God damn, sweetheart,” Len growls. “You’re going to make me cum before I even have a chance to touch you if you keep that up.”

You flash him a coy smile and wiggle your hips a little to tease him.

“Now,” he says, slipping his fingers further into the cleft and pressing one up against your anus. “Let’s get you lubed up. Don’t want to hurt you, darlin’. Want to make you feel good.”

You nod and brace yourself, relaxing into his touch as one finger slips easily inside of you right up to the hilt. It feels good – so warm and vital – but it’s not enough. Leonard can tell you’re ready for more just by how comfortable and relaxed you are around his finger and he doesn’t leave you waiting for long before slipping a second one in alongside the first.

“You really are ready,” he says with a groan. “You’re going to feel so good on my cock. Going to take me nice and deep, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you rasp, letting go of your cheek so you can hold onto the grab bar with both hands again. “Please. I need you. Now.”

He’s usually the one giving orders, but in the state you’ve worked him into with your desperate pleading and your clenching around his penetrating fingers, he’s in no mood to argue or put you off any longer. Withdrawing his scissoring digits, leaving you empty and wanting, he steps in so his cock is probing at your opening. One hand goes to your hip and the other to his cock, guiding it slowly into you. As soon as his head slips inside, you let out a strangled cry of ecstasy and feel the blood rush to your head as arousal washes over you.

“I’m going to go slow, baby girl,” Leonard assures you. “Going to watch my cock disappear into you one inch at a time.”

You desperately want him to just get on with it already, but at the same time you’ve heard horror stories about people taking it too fast with anal – especially their first time – and so you’re happy to let him ease into it. So far it feels incredible and you don’t want anything in the world to change that.

You breathe slow and deep as he starts to push deeper, feeling your heart hammering in your rib cage as his cock presses forward, filling you up and stretching you more than you’ve ever felt before. The burn of the stretch is a little bit uncomfortable but far too exciting to be bothersome and it only adds to your arousal. The thought of Leonard’s cock entering your ass is dizzying and you grip the grab bar just a little bit harder to compensate for how weak in the knees you suddenly find yourself.

“I want you to film us sometime,” you blurt, unable to hold back the thought. “I want to watch you penetrating me.”

“Christ, sugar,” Leonard growls. “You’re going to kill me.”

You laugh softly, though it turns to a gasp a moment later as you feel him bottom out inside of you, his pelvis flush against your backside. Reaching back, you run your fingers over the spot where the two of you are joined, groaning at how taut you feel around him. Leonard echoes the noise with one of his own as he runs both hands up your sides to cup your breasts. He pinches at your nipples gently, just enough to send a shock of arousal through you as he allows you to get used to having him inside.

“You can move, Len,” you grind out after a minute or two of stillness. “You’re not going to break me.”

Leonard gives no indication that he’s heard you until you feel him pulling back a moment later. The sensation of friction is incredibly sexy and you cant your hips forward a little to speed him along. You’re desperate to increase the pace, to feel the drag of his cock against your sensitive walls. Submitting completely, you drop your shoulders so that your ass is well presented, all the while keeping your hands on the grab bar to keep the two of you stable.

You realize that Leonard needs no more encouragement as he starts to thrust. It’s a leisurely in and out at first, comfortable but teasing, though it quickly becomes so much more. It’s wildly different from having him in your pussy and it feels incredible. The lubricant makes the slide of flesh on flesh effortless and heightens the sensation. Leonard’s harsh breaths and groans of ecstasy only add to the rush and it’s all you can do to grit your teeth so that you don’t splinter apart in a climax just yet; you want this to go on forever.

You aren’t sure how long it goes on as the thrusts become raw, carnal. All you know is that you’ve never felt a climax as big as the one you have building coming before. Your legs are shaking from the effort it’s taking not to come apart at the seams and you’re sure Leonard can feel the thundering of your heartbeat against the palm he’s got beneath your breast.

One more deep, hard thrust and it’s all you can take. You scream Leonard’s name as you tip over the precipice, climaxing so hard you can barely breathe. The shower water has long since gone cold but your skin feels like it’s on fire as you spasm around Leonard’s cock, thankful for the support he’s providing with his grip on your ribcage.

As your orgasm rages on, you can feel Leonard’s cock thickening inside of you and within second you’re coming together. You wish you could feel him coming inside of you without the condom, feel him filling you to the brim with his seed, but for this time just the feelings of his hips bucking against you and his fingers gripping your skin almost too tightly have to suffice.

As the two of you come down you sag, your grip on the grab bars slipping and nearly sending you sprawling if not for Leonard’s hands on you. He rights you easily, holding you tight against his chest until you can find your balance. As he shifts so that you’re out of the cold spray, his cock slips from inside of you and you hiss at how sensitive you’re left in its wake.

“Alright?” He asks softly.

“Yeah,” you reply, smiling tiredly, satiety clearly evident on your face. “I’m fine.”

Leonard nods and loosens his hold on you as you pull away, giving you the chance to lean forward and turn off the water. The two of you take your time stepping out of the shower, and you luxuriate in Leonard’s hands on you as he carefully towels you off. The room air is cool on your post-coitally warm skin as you step into the bedroom and you order the computer to increase the temperature just a little, and you can’t help but smile as you catch sight of the now-empty enema bag hanging on the IV stand beside the bed.

“Scotty’s going to have a fit when he sees we’ve maxed out my weekly water allowance,” Leonard says wryly as he steps up behind you and places his hands on your shoulders. “What am I going to tell him?”

“The truth,” you tease with a wink over your shoulder. “He’ll never question it again.”

Leonard barks out a laugh as he steers you toward the bed and ushers you in under the covers. You sigh contentedly as he climbs in next to you and turns out the lights before shifting around so that you can lie on his chest. He rubs a hand up and down along your back as you lay your ear next to his heartbeat and let it lull you into a state of total relaxation.

“Did you really have a good time tonight?” Leonard asks in the otherwise comfortable silence.

Turning your head a little, you press a gentle kiss to his pec before going right back to listening to his heartbeat to help reassure him.

“I did,” you promise. “And I can’t wait to do it again some time.”

You can feel a tension you didn’t even realize was there leave Leonard’s body as he pulls you in just a little closer, just a little tighter.

“I’m so glad,” he whispers. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Len,” you reply.

Leonard drifts off to sleep very quickly afterward, but you lay awake for a little while listening to his soft snores and enjoying the clean and empty feeling inside the enemas have left you with. When you do finally doze off, it’s to fantasies of all of the other kinds of things you’re desperate to try now that you’ve had a taste of how good doing something unconventional can be.

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dumbgothbunny · 6 years ago

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May I request a darkly sweet threeway with Mic and Aizawa please? They blackmail a teaching assistant at UA into kissing them whenever they demand it, only kissing, till they decide to take her home. They make her strip and play with herself in front of them, then start to body worship and praise her for being good, maybe helping her finger herself to orgasm? I think intimate acts like kissing and worship when you don't want it could fuck someone up. 💖

oh gosh i really hope you like this >//w//

Your life had been a hard one- starting from birth all the way into your teen years. Your quirk was dangerous- mind control- and had been carefully monitored throughout your early life. The constant pressure and scruitany had caused you to rebel. You’d been a petty villain- stealing and setting dumpsters on fire- causing a nuisance for police and heros just because you could. You never got caught though- and as you grew older you stopped rebelling- fell in line- and straightened up; vowing right then and there never to use your quirk unless it was to save others in need. At the ripe age of 21 you were now a teaching assistant. You were shared between two classes, both senseis well known pro heros. To say it was nerve wracking was an understatement…. And worse…

They’d found out about your past.

Hizashi Yamada had been the one to bring it up one day on your lunch break. The three of you, Aizawa, yourself, and Yamada, were sitting together, eating some delicious bread from the school store. You’d been absolutely terrified. This job was still new to you. You wanted to teach and help children like you succeed. You wanted them to know that they could be extraordinary, no matter how crazy the quirk. All that could be taken away the moment one of them decided to tell.

So. When they’d promised to keep it a secret you’d been thankful. That is, until Yamada added his ‘circumstances’

You’d looked at Aizawa, hoping that he’d talk some sense into his friend.. But he was smiling, arms crossed. Thats when you knew… they’d talked this over. They were going to share you..

The request was simple enough. Kisses. Whenever they wanted them. Sometimes they’d have you sit in Yamadas lap, moving back and forth between their lips. Other times they’d pull you into supply closets- sneak a kiss between classes. The demands grew with time- and now, halfway through the school year- you’d grown accustomed to being summoned at almost any moment- only to be pressed against a wall and frenched until your vision went dark.

“(Y/N).”

His voice shakes you from your thoughts, body jolting in shock. You’d been so caught up in your own mind that you hadn’t heard him calling for you. The rain is coming down hard, and you’d hoped to stand under the school entrance until it let up, why you’d forgotten an umbrella was beyond you.

The blonde pro hero rests his arm on your head, grinning down at you. As if on cue, Aizawa comes from down the stairs, stopping beside Hizashi.

“Little birdie seems to have forgotten her umbrella today, eh?”

You huff in frustration, moving out from under him. The Erasure hero shakes his head, moving to walk in front of you both.

“Come on. Hizashi will share his with you. Follow us home.”

You open your mouth to protest, but Present Mic snorts.

“It’s not a request. You’re coming with us.”

You keep your eyes down, refusing to look either of your senior heros in the face. They’ve got you on Hizashi’s bed- no surprise its huge- just like his personality, You’re in Yamada’s lap, facing him- with Aizawa pressed against your backside. The sleepy hero nuzzles into your neck, his hands pressed up under your shirt. Its the first time either of them have done anything besides kiss you, and you’re a tad bit nervous. You squeak, chewing at your lower lip. Neither of these men are unattractive… and after kissing them for so long it’d be a lie to say you didn’t feel a little something for the two of them… even if you didnt particularly want to.

“We’ve decided… we want to change our little.. Arrangement.”

Aizawas voice is right in your ear, his lips caressing at the soft lobe.

“O-Oh..?”

Hizashi leans forward, flicking his tongue out to taste your lips. You immediately open your mouth, allowing him to move in, lips locking together in a gentle kiss. Aizawa continues to speak.

“We no longer want just kisses. We both want… the same thing..”

His hands press up under your bra, a low moan vibrating in your throat, only to be swallowed down by the blonde in front of you. Aizawa gropes at your chest, his thumbs playing with your perk, erect nipples.

“Oh… they’re pierced..?”

Your cheeks get even hotter. Hizashi pulls away for a moment, brows raised.

“Whhhaaaa!? No way!?”

Erasurehead removes his hands, only to lift up your shirt and bra in one swoop. You raise your arms.

Hizashi whistles, taking in your creamy skin. Sure enough two small silver balls are resting against your nipples. His eyes meet yours as he leans forward, pressing his lips to one of them. He takes one in his mouth, tongue twirling and pressing against it. You gasp, arching your back against Aizawa. It feels good- so good. The hero behind you chuckles.

“It seems she wants the same thing as us, Hizashi.”

You whine in response, fingers gripping into Yamadas hair. You’d almost expected him to complain- to tell you NOT to touch the hair… but instead he lets out a dirty moan, slurping against your piercing. The noise sends a rush of heat right to your core.

Aizawa’s fingers roam, his body slowly moving backward, bringing you with him. He’s flat on his back, you on top of him, and Hizashi on top of you. Your legs part for him- long fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants and panties. You can feel the groan rumbling against your back.

“Hizashi- she’s soaking.”

The blonde purrs, moving from one nipple to the other. You’re a writhing mess, crying out as the two of them work you- Aizawa pressing into your clit; Yamada slurping and teasing your nipples. They’ve got you completely riled up- your hips begin to grind down on his fingers, body becoming desperate for release.

You’re almost granted it.

Almost.

As if sensing how close you are, both of them halt their actions. You whine at the loss of contact. They begin to move, leaving you on your back. Hizashi pulls off his shirt, eying you with dark a look.

“I cant wait to finally fuck you- I’ve been begging Aizawa to do this since the beginning.”

You hear him snort behind you, can see the dark pair of pants flung to the corner of the room.

“If we’d have fucked her right then and there she’d have been utterly horrified.”

That was true. Just kissing had been so scary at first. You turn your head, only to be rewarded with an eye full of Erasurehead. He’s bulk- a lot more ripped than you thought he’d be- and my god his cock- its… its big. Like. mondo big.

“Ahh.. staring isn’t very nice you know, Kitten.”

His words make you shudder. Hizashi’s finger presses under your chin, bringing your gaze back to him.

“On all fours, little birdie.”

They dont show you any mercy.

Aizawa is deep in your throat, his fingers gripping at the strands of your hair. Tears spill out over your cheeks, body jerking forward with every harsh motion of Hizashi’s thrusts. They’re being so rough with you that it’d be scary… if you didn’t like it so much. Your eyes look up- only to lock with the Erasure heros. He smirks, taking hold of your hair much tighter. You groan around his cock. Behind you Hizashi curses, a loud smack rattling your body.

“Fuck ‘Zawa, when you did that she got so tight-”

“She’s a good little slut isn’t she?”

You purr around him, making his mouth curl into a grimace.

The pace only gets rougher- between the tugging of your hair and the way Hizashi is spanking you, drilling into your tight heat, you wont last long. You’re so close to orgasm- you can feel it, threatening to take over. Aizawa pulls himself from you lips, a thick strand of saliva and precum connecting your mouth to his head.

“Okay Hizashi, let me in too.”

You yelp when the blonde takes hold of you, falling back onto the mattress. You stay seated on him, his arms taking your legs and opening you wide, exposing him to the hero before you. Aizawa’s eyes go dark, a snarl on his lips.

“Shit.. she’s so fucking hot.. We should’ve done this sooner.

Mic thrusts up into you, making you cry out for him.

“Thats what i was saying before, Shota.”

Your arms outstreach, inviting your other lover to join you. He takes the invitation the moment its presented, chest pressed to chest.

“I’ll go slow..”

You nod, biting the inside of your cheek as he begins to press inside you.

The stretch burns in a pleasant way, your cunt taking both cocks hungrily. Nails dig into Aizawa’s back, a loud whine ripping from your throat. They still their movements for a second, Hizashi kissing along your shoulder and Aizawa along your jaw.

“P-Please…”

The blonde beneath you chuckles.

“Please what, little bird?”

“F-Fuck me..”

Thats all they needed to hear. Sweaty skin grinds against sweat skin- slick oozing out of you to cover both men. They drive into you with hunger, devouring everything you have to offer and more. They’re sure to mark you- sucking deep bruises into your otherwise flawless skin. The bedpost bangs rapidly against the wall of their apartment, but neither of them seem to care if the neighbors complain about the noise. Your voice is hoarse by the time you cum- your cry of pleasure breaking off into a silent scream. However, just because you’re done doesn’t mean they are. The two men continue to fuck you, lavishing you with soft kisses and sweet words.

You’re not sure who finishes first- but neither of them pull out until they’re both soft. Aizawa rolls your limp body over, your head resting against one of Present Mics pillows. Its soft. You let out a sleepy sigh of content. .

“Hizashi. Your phone.”

Mic throws the sleepy hero his iphone, brows arched. You hear the sound of a Camera snap, but you’re too out of it to really care much. All thats on your mind is the afterglow.

The blonde looks over, whistling at the photo he’d just taken. It’s you, ass marked red with his handprints- their cum oozing out of your opening.

“Something for us to keep. Send that to me. My phone’s in my room.”

#present mic #erasurehead #eraserhead #aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #Hizashi #hizashi yamada #yamada #present mic x reader #yamada x reader #hizashi x reader #aizawa x reader #erasurehead x reader #eraserhead x reader

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obsessive-ego · 5 years ago

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Apologize with spiders

Just a small musical beetlejuice x reader

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He was mad at you

Well, mad wasnt the exact word, upset? A bit of both???

You canceled yours and Beej's movie night last minute to hang with an old friend who was in town for a few days, and needless to say he wasnt too pleased, you told the demon you can just do it the next night, or whenever works.

"That's not the point y/n! You cant just- fine, hang with your stupid breather friends, who cares if you made a commitment already with someone else, it doesnt matter since they're already dead, THEIR FEELINGS ARE IRRELEVANT! WHO CARES, WHY WOULD A BREATHER WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH A ROTTEN CORPSE ANYWAY!" And with a puff of red smoke he was gone.

For a 500 year old demon he sure as hell acted like a child, he was right, in a way, canceling plans with one friend for another was pretty dirty, but they were only in town for one night, not that beetlejuice would listen, and it wasnt like you couldnt reschedul l.The best bet was to let him cool off for a bit, then confront this issue, and admit your mistake.

A few days of being apart gave you time to think, you started to feel really rotten about the whole ordeal with Beetlejuice, so you try to make things right, you have went out and bought Beetlejuice a special treat as a peace offering, something he knew you loathed, dried lightly salted tarantulas, if you were gonna try to apologize to a demon you had to have a barging chip, it also didnt hurt to show some leg, you sigh sliding on what he has told you countless times 'his favourite booty shorts' you could practically hear him whistle 'love to bounce a coin off that ass sweetheart' in that low gravely tone that made your knees weak.

Walking into your living room barging chip in hand, you take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, yes you summoned beetlejuice multiple times, but he's probably still mad at you, and honestly he was the scariest when he was mad.

"Beetlejuice, beetlejuice"

You stop, anxiety feels your chest, maybe this wasnt a good idea, maybe he was still mad.

"Beetlejuice" with out thinking it slips out, fuck, immediately having second thoughts about this

"Y/n?"

Snap from your panic, you look up, he was here, no longer red with anger, but instead a deep purple hue graced his features.

"I- um, ah, sorry to bother you" you stammer out, great start. "I'm sorry for the other night, what did was shitty, I knew we already had plans-"

Beetlejuice raising his hand as a signal to stop, "yeah it was shitty, but I wasnt exactly blameless, screaming at you and all"

You give him a soft smile, honestly, you didnt expect this to go so smoothly "Oh! Here, I got these just for you, as an apology gift" you hand him the bag of dried tarantulas.

The ghoul immediately lights up, purple hue rapidly replaced with the neon green you loved to see.

"Doll, you hate this shit" he laughs

"Yes, BUT, I care more about you, more then my disgust for-"

CRUNCH

The sound alone made you want to gag "more then my disgust for your odd eating habits" you force a soft smile, trying to hide your disgust, the idea of eating spiders enjoyably would make anyone ill.

"Aww sugar your too sweet" beetlejuice give you a toothy grin where you could see the bits of spider in his teeth, he chuckles at your forced expression "you really fell head over heels for me huh? You like me more then you hate spiders, and that's alot~ on top of that you dressed real nice for me today did ya?~" he purrs you could see bits of his scruffy beard turn pink.

"I do care about you, you may be an awful, gross, perverted creep, but, you're still very important to me" you could hear your heart hammering in your ears, it wasnt exactly easy for you to say those things, but, they were true. Beetlejuice hums at your words, content, with your honestly.

The room is heavy with a peaceful silence, just the two of you.

"Want one?"

"No, never"

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #rambling

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robotsandromance-blog · 8 years ago

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This is a sort of sequal to that anon Bee/Spike drabble I sent you. This one has some Rumble/Spike/Frenzy as well, even if Spike dosent know who’s who. The content i of slight dubious content, but nothing beyond sexual. I might have included an unnamed unimportant OC, but its just an unnamed younger sibling of Spike. I hope you enjoy it, despite the grammar mistakes. ______________

His dad had noted the almost dopey smile on Spike face, as the boy entered the front door after saying goodbye to the yellow minibot. He almost didn’t react to his youngest sibling waving their hand infront of his face durning dinnertime. With a nervous chuckle he had excused himself, and helped to clean off the table with a slight spring to his step. His father only smiled knowingly, amused about his sons obivious lovesick display. The boys head hit the pillow with a soft tud, a deep content sigh leaving him once he was in his bedroom. Closing his eyes Spike grinned cheekly as he remembered the exciting kiss both he and Bee had shared. Rolling over to the side his hand clasped over the space where his heart would be. The ripples of intense love and devotion had waved through him and back as Bee had pulled him closer, the closeness something more intimitate than anything he had heard of. The contents in those magazines Butch had kept under his bed were medicore, cheap almost compared to what both he and Bee had shared. “I miss you already Bee…” he mumbled to himself sleeply, remembering the minibots knowing but shy smile as he had said goodnight. The hand on his chest grasped into his chest, his cheeks dusted pink as his eyelids fluttered before he almost dozed off… …almost, because he suddently noticed a pair of unfamiliar purple and black cassettes innocently laying on his nightdesk. For a moment he just laid there staring at them. ‘Those arent mine… Busters perhaps?’ A part of him denied that thought. His younger brother was far less absentminded to leave his own stuff laying around. Sitting up slowly he stared at them with a drowsy gaze; his head tilting to the side in a sleepy manner he wasnt aware of doing. He was about to just leave it be before the mental image of a certain pair of decepticon twins made him sober up more from his drowsiness. Reaching out to them suspiciously, he jumped back as the two cassettes changed into those very twins he dreaded it would be. But before he could scramble off the bed, the red and black one straddled him. Both he and his purple painted brother shared a michevious look, before the one currently between his legs pinched Spikes cheek. “Youre right bro, he does kind of look cute.” His hand cupped his cheek, the casetticons thumb brushing against his quivering lips. “Damn! They are soft to touch as well…” He They started to snicker mockingly and licked their lips, only to protest annoyed when Spike slapped his tormenters hand away. “Get out of my house decepticreeps!” His strained demands only gained a laugh from the both of them, before the purple one(he never knew which was which, it always changed for some reason) cupped his mouth. “Shut it fleshie! We have decided we wanted to do what you and that wimpy Autobot did outside.” The twin straddling him leaned down to hold him in his arms before rolling to the side, ignoring Spikes muffled protests as the other twin pushed himself up against his back. At the humans thrashing the one behind him hissed in his ear. “Ravage is already downstairs, just waiting to tear your guardian to shreds.” At the way the boys eyes widened the one infront of him leaned forward to whisper along. “But if you play along, he might just take a nap instead.” “So what do you say fleshie? Wanna play?” Their chorus of voices carried a mocking but eager tone, the hand of the one behind him slipping forward to rest on his stomach. Lower and he might have paniced even more. But the thought of his family potentionally being harmed or worse by the mech downstairs wagered the guilt in him. What he and Bee shared was special, laced in a trust he didn’t want to break. With an quiver in his voice, he stuttered. “W-what if we did something else? I’m kind of tired from-” But at the annoyed groans of the twins, he acted quickly with widened eyes. Leaping forward he liplocked the red and black minicon infront of him, the exciting yell of the one behind of (“man hes eager!”) falling on deaf ears as he tried to leave as little space between him and the mech infront of him. He whimpered as he felt teeth on the back of his neck, the hand on his stomach traveling up to where his heart was. “Mhh-w-wait! I’m too tired for that right no-” The twin infront of him silenced him by shoving his tounge deep into his mouth, giving the twin behind him the oppertunity to lift Spikes t-shirt. He jumped slightly by the cold sensation of the mechs hand running up and down his bare chest with a flat hand, the sound of its owner making a curious hiss by his ear. “Its beating so hard… Primus you’re cute for a fleshie.” The hand trailed downwards, and chassis of the twin currently kissing him glowed a bright orange from the seams. Spike only shook, not knowing if he wanted it to stop or not. He didnt want to betray the trust of Bumblebee, but he wanted his family to be safe. Something in him started to convey feelings he himself wasnt projecting. Concerned, alarmed, protective. A nip on his neck brought him back from his thoughts. Leaning to hesitantly press his chest against the groaning con, he let out a slight moa- The door opened with a soft creak, causing all three to pause. “Spike, I cant find philly.” His eyes widened by the tired voice of his eight year old babysister. Turning around to look over the decepticon, he saw her tiny tired form still in her overalls. Rubbing her eyes she still hadn’t noticed the scene in front of him. Hearing the annoyed growl from his intruders he wriggled himself into a seating position. “Just leave her be okay?? She’s-” “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?” The startled yell of his little brother along with a mechanical hiss made him throw himself off the bed and straight to his baby sister. Picking up the confused girl he held her close as he backed out of his room, a defiant glare directed towards the terrible two. “Call him off, decepticreep! Im not doing anything if he hurts my family!” The two of them snorted before leaping off the bed. Advancing towards the boy and the now whimpering girl in his arms, they smiled mockingly. “You seemed eager just a moment ago? Whats the big idea??” “Yeah! You had no problem doing this to that doofus! And we are ten times more cooler than that wet blanket!” They paused to give the tiny form in his arms a disgruntled look before one of them reached over to give her a harsh poke. The girl squealed in pain causing Spike to turn his back on the two decepticons. “Don’t touch her!” One of them gave off an annoyed groan. “This is so stupid! It would have been so much easier if-” “If what???” All three of them froze. Turning around slowly the two minicons saw none other than Bumblebee at the window. His usual merry expression was contorted into a feral glare, optics glowing a bright white to indicate just how furious he was. A part of Spike almost felt like he could feel what Bee was thinking. Concerned, furious, MINE. The intensity of it blinded him for a moment, only to break out of it when one of the twins grabbed him by the collar. Giving him a wide smirk the minicon leaned forward to give him a swift kiss. The human’s eyes widened before shoving the con off him, arms still securely holding the girl. He only gained a laugh from the terrible two and a chorus off. “See you around cutie!” They began to rush to the window, transforming in mid-air to be caught by lazerbeak who mysteriously flew past his window. Downstairs he could hear Ravage toppling over his father before probably leaping out through an open window, the distant transformation noises and squack indicating that the bird had picked him up as well. Spike leaned against the doorframe, the shock of it all finally dawning on him. His sister wiggled from his arms to rush downstairs to their dad, leaving him to stare with slight guilt at the yellow minibot. Walking towards the window, he opened it up more to be lifted into his best friends arms. He burrowed into the warm embrace, before speaking with a mumble. “I-I’m sorry. They took me by surprise and Ravage was downstairs. I didn’t know-” “It’s allright Spike. I already knew.” He stiffened. Lifting his head he stared both shocked and confused at the minibot. “Wait…How??” Bumblebee only nuzzled him in response, his hold becoming more firmer. “We share a bond now Spike. I felt your distress because of the spark merge earlier.” Spike didn’t know how to wrap his head around that reasoning. But something of it… “I felt it too… I-I just didnt know what it was though” A part of him wanted to giggle at the slight mechanical purr he got from Bee as a response. Reaching up he cupped the faceplate of the yellow bot. “I love you Bee.” From that he got an eager but soft kiss, which he responded back with gladly.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! IM SO FUCKING HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!! I DONT KNOW HOW TO THANK YOU THIS IS SO WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AKLDJFKLSJF

#submission #transformers #maccadam #transformers g1 #dubious content //#spike(g1)#bumblebee #frenzy #rumble

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enigma-im · 5 years ago

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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Prince Vampire X Female!Human Warning: annoying in-laws, established relationship, oral, ball fondling, playful banter, little cum eating, just smut

Word count: 2363

dealing with in-laws suck, but it cant be all bad when you have a lover to make it worth the while

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I slam the door open to my room. Nearly smiling as the knob bangs against the wall. I stare ahead at the bed across the way seeing Henley lounging in it. He is shirtless and reading, well reading before I barged in. I stare at him both frustrated and tired. Using my foot I close the door back with a loud thud.

"Well you look cheerful," he laughs as he sets his book aside.

"Your mother will be the death of me," I groan as I kick my shoes off," I can almost forgive your personality, being raised by that must have been a trip." as I near the bed he sits up. I walk around the side then promptly face plant into the bedding. I hear him laugh then feel him pet my hair. Running his fingers through the strands while adjusting his sitting.

"She isn't that bad, just eccentric. Thousand years of life tend to do that to a person," he tries to comfort. I huff against the blanket. I flip over onto my back, my shoulder leaning against his knee.

"I have had no peace since I accepted you, I knew id regret it," I rub my face with my hands. Wiping the stress from my eyes. Hands grab against my hips and slides me up the bed. I'm cradled against his chest, his arms resting around my stomach.

"Now don’t be saying the truth," he laughs near my ear," if you like I can convince her to leave you alone tomorrow, just the two of us here." he tries to lean down and kiss my neck but I push his head back.

"I want a day to relax, you would be no help to that," I scold. He grabs my hand and kisses my palm, nuzzling against it.

"I can help you relax, just ask and I shall give you anything you desire," he purrs.

"I desire you to stop groping me," I sit up out of his hold. I look at him over my shoulder, chuckling at his pout. I twist around and rest my legs on his lap. He grabs my feet and begins massaging them. I sigh, that hits the spot.

"Honestly, I'm sorry my mother is being overbearing. I'll talk to her tonight and get her to give you a day off," he comforts. I close my eyes and set my hands behind my head.

"Thank you doll," I mumble. He works his way from my toes, over the arch, and around to my ankle. Massaging my aches from the stupid high-class shoes his mother made me wear. I startle when I feel him kiss my toes. Kissing the same path his hands took. He trails his fingers up my calf, his lips following behind. As he makes it to my knee I use my other foot to settle against his shoulder, stopping him.

"Would you let me please you," he grumbles. Using a hand to pet my foot that rests against his shoulder.

"Not sure, have you earned it recently," I look between my legs at him. I grin at his arched brow.

"I like to believe I did but sometimes we have different thoughts," he kisses my toes.

"Give me an example of something you have done to earn me," I tilt my head. He huffs before grabbing my legs and settling them over his shoulders. Resting on his stomach with his chin over my pelvis.

"I brought you breakfast yesterday," he answers.

I pretend to think on it," no, need more than that."

He rubs his cheek on my hips, "how about taking you out to the garden, showering you with compliments and not fucking you on the bench. That took some self-control, especially with you in that sundress."

I roll my eyes," mostly because the sun would burn your pale ass. Gotta try harder than that."

He deadpans up at me, "How about I don’t tell my mother anything and let her parade you around all day wearing those horrid heels?"

I glare at him," you wouldn’t dare."

He smirks," oh I would. Now is that incentive enough?" I pet my foot down his naked back, pretending to think about it.

I give in," get my pants off, you are doing all the work today." Henley grins up at me before sitting up and curling his fingers over my pants. Quickly he yanks everything down, prying my feet out of each pant leg. He tosses the clothing off the bed over his shoulder. Then he gives his whole attention to my cunt.

"You know you are the only person I have met who isn't shaved," he runs his fingers through my fur.

"Not the dirty talk I wanted but I guess it’s a start," I tease. He huffs before leaning down and kissing my pelvis.

"I like it," he spreads my lips. Knowing I don’t care for teasing he licks over my clit. Giving a few open swipes. Then switching from broad strokes to the tip of his tongue then back again. He experiments with different movements, up-down, circles, arches. Then he kisses my clit, sucking as he does. I sit back and relax to his ministrations letting him test out whatever he likes.

As I began to get wet and my heart starts to speed up I figure its time to up the ante.

"Fingers," I demand as I look down at him. Watching him eat me out.

He chuckles against me," no please?" I reach down and grab his hair, pulling a handful of strands into my fist.

"you lucky you're cute," I moan as I yank his hair. He closes his eyes and groans against me, further on behind him I can see him humping the bed. "fuck, don’t cum before I can get to you," I whimper as I watch his hips roll.

"You know I can't cum without being in you," he smirks up at me. Before I could answer he goes back to my crotch, licking and thrusting his fingers. He curls his digits making the tips press against my walls. As I begin to cry out and clench my thighs he stops thrusting and instead bounces his fingers against me.

"Fuck, you have gotten better at that," I whimper. As thanks he sucks over my clit, humming against it. As I near my peak I reach down with my other hand and cup his face. Tugging on his hair and petting along his cheek as I cum. I buck against him, clenching along with his fingers. He doesn’t stop until I start to kick him away. He removes his hand and sits up with a satisfied grin.

I pant," Don’t look so smug." he crawls up my body, running his hand under my shirt as he settles above me.

"How can I not when you look so blissful," he kisses my cheek.

"Must be a new thing for you, your lucky I'm so easy to please or you would have never seen a woman look content," I tease.

He huffs," you are impossible, don’t know why I tolerate you."

"Yeah whatever, you like it. Now get those pants off and give me that cock," I push at his chest. He laughs as he sits up, untying his pants and sliding them off his legs. I can't stop myself from watching when his cock is finally free. "Best part," I mumble to myself as I reach for him. Once he gets his pants off he places his hands on either side of my head. Resting his head on my shoulder as he watches me hold his dick. I grab at the base and stroke up to his tip.

"Best part," he tries to joke. He huffs against my ear as I rub my thumb over his tip. He kisses at my neck as I jerk him off, panting between kisses.

"Take my shirt off," I whisper to him. He balances on one hand and reaches under my shirt, lifting it while gliding his fingers over my stomach.

"So soft and warm," he mumbles. As the shirt is bunched around my shoulders he sits up and removes it completely. Once it's off he tosses it to the side before leaning back down. He rests back on his hands and waits patiently for my next command. Such a good boy.

I grab his face and lean him down for a kiss. Shoving my tongue into his mouth quickly. As he intertwines our tongues I reach down and cup his balls. He chokes and jumps as I do.

I lean back," you alright doll?" I gently caress him, fondling and massaging.

"You play unfair," he whimpers. I pet his cheek, laughing when he clenches his eyes shut.

"Not my fault you are so sensitive," I laugh. Once I learned about his enjoyment of having his balls fondled I've taken to doing it every time we have sex. Loving the feeling and seeing his reaction. I gently palm him, knowing he is sensitive there in more ways than one. His face scrunches up as his lips part, letting out a whimper at my touch. Giving him a reprieve I let go and pet over his hip. "Now, you going to fuck me or what?"

He opens his eyes," was waiting on you, love." he sits up and grabs himself. He position to my entrance then thrust forward quickly. I suck in a gasp at the sudden fullness.

"I lied, this is the best part," I huff with a grin.

"I aim to please," he kisses me. I wrap my legs around his waist and encourage him to move. He catches on and begins thrusting, going quick. I lick at his lips, sliding my tongue into his mouth. I groan into him as I hear our hips clap together. Feeling his balls slap against my ass each time he plows into me.

"Fuck," I grunt when I part from his lips.

"That bad," he huffs near my ear.

"Isn't it always," I joke as I claw down his back. Digging deep to leave whelps or cuts in their wake.

"Then how can I remedy this," he purrs. Instead of answering I pull his hair and angle him for another kiss. I reach over and grab his hand, guiding it down my body. Letting him palm over my breast, glide down my stomach, stopping where we meet. I fold his hand till just his middle protrudes and place it over my clit. I guide his strokes like he doesn’t understand how to do it. Once he gets a pace I let go, running my nails up his chest. Feeling his muscles flex as my fingertips glide over his stomach. I flick at his nipples, tweaking them hard. He gives a particularly sharp thrust as I do. Oh, that’s new. I pinch them again, smoothing them with my thumb after. He pulls away from me and groans. Bucking harder into me with a punishing pace.

"Like that do you," I laugh. He doesn’t answer but whimpers near my ear as I play with his nipples. Bucking my hips into his. We both climb, feeling our mutual pleasures. He hits a particularly good spot inside me, hitting it repeatedly till I'm crying out for him. Cumming over his cock while shouting his name. I find myself reaching around and holding him closer, spilling out praises as I clench him tighter.

"God- fuck, love," he buries his face in my neck. My orgasms draw on forever as I hear his cries near my ear. His wild thrust end, burying himself as deep as possible as he cums inside me. Groaning as I feel his hot load and his drawn-out groan. I squeeze him tighter as I wait for him to come back to himself.

After a quick moment of blissful silence, Henley leans back. He rests his head on mine, eyes closed.

"You beautiful woman," he sighs.

I pet along his back," How do you know I'm beautiful if you have your eyes closed?"

"Because I'm to the hilt inside you and that’s the only coherent thought I had so it must be right," he squints his eyes open," It seems I was right, you are damn gorgeous." I can't help but smile, running my hand over his shoulder and cupping his cheek.

"You ain't too bad yourself, handsome," I peck him on the nose," now are you going to pull out at some point because I think we need a shower."

"Now why rush things," he traces his nose over my forehead and down to my throat. Trailing kisses over me, leading to my shoulder. "I rather stay right here for the rest of the night," he licks my skin.

"Well I rather not, I'm not a sock to keep your cock warm, you know," I playfully push him up. He pouts but sits upon his knees. He looks down where we are still together and watches himself pull out. I grit my teeth at the sensation, feeling the cold air hit.

"I love watching my cum dribble out of you," he cups my thigh and thumbs my lips. He collects some cum on his finger and brings it to his tongue. He moans while fluttering his eyelids," We taste delicious."

"Is that right," I prop myself on my elbows. He nods before collecting some more and leaning back over me.

"try some," he brings his thumb to my lips. I take it in, licking our combination off his thumb. Groaning at the taste while nibbling at the pad of his thumb. He pulls his finger back with a smile.

"Another reason we are so perfect together," I cock a brow. He huffs with a smile. He quickly kisses my lips before sitting up and getting off the bed.

"Shall I carry you to the bathroom," he holds out his arms.

"Of course, I did say you are doing all the work today," I laugh. He curves an arm under my knee and back. Lifting me to his chest. I trace the scratches along his shoulders as he takes me to the washroom.

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I wonder if any of y’all notice most my story titles are classic rock songs. for example, this one is a queen song.

this a story i wrote like two months ago, I’m so lazy with this quarantine that i gotta look through my archives for stories i can use.

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#Enigma-IM #exophilia #monster lover #vampire #Henley #monster boyfriend

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