#the arch his fingers the lip his eyes rolling back i NEED TO BE SEDATED

[jaarijani]

I AM VERY NORMAL IM SO NORMAL

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Threesomes

Requested: No

Warnings/Additional Tags: GN!Reader, Smut, Threesomes, Anal, Oral (M receiving), light choking, Implied polyam relationships, Fingering, Voyeurism, Biting

A/N: I need to be sedated, I spaced out for 2 seconds then suddenly I had a thousand words.

Gaz & Price

“Tha’s it, Love. Taking it so well.” Gaz pants, head buried in the crook of your neck, hands gripping at your hips so tight that it hurt a little bit. “Just….Just a little more.” He tells you, carefully sliding his cock in the slightest inch more, sending your eyes rolling back into your skull.

“Can’t.” You say, digging your nails into his biceps, clinging to him for dear life, teary eyes darting behind him to look into the deep ocean blue of Price’s gaze. “T-Too much.”

“Nonsense.” The older man grunts, and you could feel the way he humped harder into Kyle, your boyfriend choking on a gasp, twitching above you so hard you were almost worried, a string of drool slipping off his lips and splattering onto your chest, making you jump. “You’ve taken it before, you’ll take it again.”

“M-might help if you go just a little slower.” Kyle says, yelping when his words earned him a heavy handed smack to the ass, Price’s big hand squeezing the now tender skin to prolong the initial sting, thumb pulling aside the cheek so his superior could look down and see where his cock was disappearing into Gaz’s hole.

“I know what’s best, for both of you.” Price grunts, his free hand going to wrap loosely around your throat, both you and Gaz’s eyes going glassy when he does, blunt nails scraping against your skin. “We do things my way, or no way.”

A resounding “yes, sir.” was all you both could say in return.

Ghost & Soap

“So pretty, Love.” Soap cooed in your ear, warm hands rubbing at your hips, his knees spreading your legs open wide, your back to his chest and his dripping cock rubbing against your ass as Ghost’s lubed up fingers work you open, scissoring the thick digits inside your warm opening. “Taking his fingers so well, can’t wait to see you take his cock.”

You whimper at his words, feeling them burn through you like a heat flash, settling thick and sticky in your lower belly. Your pathetic sounds combined with your little squirms seemed to amuse Simon, if the smirk on what little of his face you could see was any indication.

“If they’ll be able to take my cock.” He snorts, a hint of amusement in his voice, curving his fingers inside you to stroke at a particularly sensitive area inside of you. “Having a hard time even taking just these two fingers, and my cock is so much bigger.” He teases, free hand going down to wrap around his cock, stroking it slowly before squeezing it at the base, your eyes glued to the scene with hunger.

“Ach, now you’re just underestimating them.” Johnny says, letting you feel the smile on his face as he presses his lips to your neck, darting his tongue out to lick the sweat dripping down your jugular. “Sweet thing like this, they’ll take it just fine. Just need a little extra work to open em up.” He says, trailing a hand over your belly and down between your legs, slipping in one of his fingers right between Simon’s, gripping your hip tighter when you try to arch them up, your head dropping back to rest on his shoulder. “I know, Love. It’s a lot to take, but you’ll take it. You’ll take all of us and beg for more. I promise.”

Horangi & König

“Shit, you’re tight.�� König huffed above you, teeth bared in a snake that would be terrifying in any other situation, just like the hand he had clasped around your neck, feeling his co-worker’s cock plow into your gullet, a wet “shlick”ing sound echoing from not just between your legs but from your mouth as well, he’d love to see the tears he know are escaping your eyes, but frustratingly was unable to with how far back your head was tilted. You were probably getting light headed, he hoped you wouldn’t pass out again. “How’s their mouth feel?”

“Like Heaven.” Horangi grunted, eyes hazy with lust, leaned forward with his forehead resting against König’s shoulder, sharp teeth nipping at his flesh, narrowly avoiding drawing blood. “Wet, tight, h-heaven.” He stutters, grabbing at König’s hip, digging blunt nails into him to try and avoid cumming just from the way your throat pulsed around him.

“Yeah?” König cooed, rubbing his thumb over the vague outline of Horangi’s cock, searching for the sensitive head while he used his other hand to play with your pebbled nipples, occasionally pinching and pulling at them harshly just to make you squeal, the sounds vibrating up Horangi’s cock and making his eyes roll back, his hips jerking harder and faster, chasing his fast approaching orgasm.

“Fuck, that’s it. That’s it. So good.” Hong-Jin groaned, tilting his head back when König started to mouth at his pale neck in return, sucking and biting til a dark bruise was sure to be left, settling his hands on your sides, drifting them down to your thighs and kneading at your flesh. “Make ‘em cum, prince. Want to feel how tight they’ll squeeze me when they’re overridden with pleasure.”

Alejandro & Rudy

“Slower.” Alejandro purred beside you, swirling a glass of mezcal before tipping it back to take a gulp, his eyes burning through you the whole time as you struggled to keep an even pace on Rudy’s lap, thighs slick with sweat and shaking from exertion. The new pace somehow even more torturous than before, even with your lover’s hands firmly on your hips and his lips trailing along your jaw.

“Good. Doing so good, Tesoro.” Rudy mumbled against your skin, his breathing heavy before his tongue darts out to lick a thick line across your throat, thumbs digging into your hips lines. “I know it’s hard but you’re doing great, just keep listening to Alejandro.”

You nod more out of instinct than actual understanding, lust inebriating you more than any alcohol, leaving you sticky and pliant between the two of them, a little puppet with your strings wrapped around their fingers.

“Bite them.” Was Alejandro’s next order, less than half a second before Rudy dug his teeth into your shoulder, making you let out a long whine that you tried to muffle by burying your mouth into Rudy’s hair, only to be met by a loud ‘tch’ and Alejandro’s stern voice snapping at you. “No no no, stop that.” He said, clicking his fingers to get your attention. “You don’t get to muffle those pretty noises of yours. I want to hear them loud and clear, Angel. Try to do that again and I’ll have to find another way to preoccupy that mouth of yours.”

[circle-with-me]

Sweet Boy

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x fem reader

Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (m receiving), edging, unprotected vaginal sex, sub!Vinny, soft dom!Reader, praise kink if you squint, Vinny whimpering and begging gets its own warning. Lil bit of fluff at the end. Idk y'all, this is filthy. I need to be sedated after this one.

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @thesazzb, @tearfallpixie, @concretenoah, @deathblacksmoke, @synthetic-wasp-570, @nerdraging4point0, @beaker1636, @itsjustemily

Author's note: If you'd like to be added to my tag list for future work, please let me know. Also, shout out to @thesazzb again for being the little beta reader that could.

DISCLAIMER: All writings below are works of FICTION. They are about REAL people in FICTIONAL scenarios. They do not reflect real actions/opinions/conversations/etc of said persons and are not meant to.

Vinny’s grasp on your hips was bruising. His fingers grip and rings pinch into your flesh with every movement you make against him. He writhes underneath you with shuttered breaths and whimpers leaving his mouth. You watch him as you move on top of him, his skin flushed and his mouth wide open. His eyes were shut tight, and his brows knit together. He was so worked up that beads of sweat had begun to appear on his forehead and chest. 

He was beautiful like this.  

He arches his back as you grind your hips a little harder. His head tilts back against the pillow and you take the opportunity to nip at his neck. The gasp that left his mouth was heavenly. You were desperate to hear it again, so you bit down on his neck once more. The same gasp from before fell from his lips followed by a moan. Smiling against his neck you lick and suck at the spot, hoping it bruises anyways. 

One of his hands leaves your hips and tangles in your hair. “B-baby….”

“Yes, sweet boy?”

“I-fuck. I need...” his sentence trails off when you start to pepper his jaw with kisses.

“What do you need? Tell me, baby.” Vinny’s grip on your hair tightens and he wraps his arm around your waist as he presses harder against you, desperate for more contact. Your bare pussy is soaking him just from teasing him all night. You haven’t allowed him to touch your pussy or put his cock inside you and Vinny is sure he’s going to explode if he isn’t inside of you soon. He’s lost track of time, but it feels like the two of you have been at it for hours. 

He’s considered saying “fuck it”, flipping you over and pounding into you until you’re both violently shaking and cumming but he won’t. Even though he knows you would let him. This is what he wants. 

When he arrived home earlier in the evening from rehearsals he was frustrated. Usually, when he felt this way, he wanted to be in control, but this time was different. He felt drained and just wanted to be taken care of. He wanted you to take control this time. 

You knew what he needed the second he walked in the door. 

Now, he’s struggling to string together a coherent thought, much less words. You’ve switched to a torturously slow pace, undoubtedly on purpose, and it feels so good his vision has blurred. He feels your hand on his chest and hears your voice, but he can’t make out what you’re saying. Vinny mumbles something in response but he’s not sure it was comprehendible. Your movements stop altogether, and a pathetic noise falls from his lips.

“Look at me, baby” You grab his face with your hand, flexing your fingers against his jawbone. His eyes narrow and you finally come into focus. He lets out a shaky breath as he takes in your naked form, a sheen of sweat covering you making your skin glow in the moonlight coming through the window. He can tell from the look on your face that you’re as wrecked as he is, but unlike him, you manage to keep your composure.

You smile softly as you observe him taking you in. You lean over and place a soft kiss on his lips. Rolling your hips harshly against his, you both moan at the feeling. 

“I said, what do you want?” You rasp against his lips, still holding his jaw tightly. 

“More” he moans.

“More what?” You move your hand from his jaw down to rest at his throat. 

“More, Princess, please.” His voice comes out strained, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. 

“What do you want more of, sweet boy?” You run both hands down his chest, scratching at the flesh. Vinny whimpers loudly, the sound going straight to your aching pussy. You knew what he wanted because it was exactly what you wanted. You weren’t going to give it to him that easily though. 

Vinny lies there for a moment, breathing heavily, and kneads at the meat on your thighs. You feel his cock twitch beneath you. Smirking, you grab him by the throat and lean over him, pressing your chest into his. Vinny’s breathing quickens even more as you start to grind hard and fast against him. 

“Is this what you want? Hmm?” 

“Fuck…fuck.” 

You squeeze his throat a little tighter.

“Answer me, sweet boy.” 

“God… yes.”

“You like how my pussy feels, baby?”

The only response you receive from the man below you are a string of expletives and moans. His fingernails dig into your thighs, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure of feeling his hard cock against your throbbing clit. You wanted to hold off as long as you could, but it felt so fucking good. 

Vinny hears your moans get louder. He’s been with you long enough that he knows when you’re about to cum. His eyes fly open as he watches you using him to reach your climax and he damn near cums at the sight of you. You tilt your head back and grasp at his chest and arms to steady yourself as you convulse. He feels your thighs clench around him as your release soaks him. 

“Holy shit, Princess. I could watch that all day.”

Catching your breath, you lace both of your hands in his and hold them above his head. You kiss him lazily and resume your movements, slower now.

“God baby, that felt so fucking good,” you say between kisses. “You want to cum too, sweet boy?

Vinny nods aggressively, lips still attached to yours.

You quicken your pace, refusing to leave his mouth unattended. You loved the way he tasted but loved swallowing every single whimper and moan even more. You notice his breathing has become shallow and the muscles in his stomach tense up.

“Are you close?”

“S-so close” he moans, sloppily bucking his hips up into you. “Fuck, m’gonna…”

You abruptly let go of his hands and lift yourself from his lap, scooting backward to sit on his thighs. You sit there and watch him as he desperately grabs at you to pull you back onto him, crying out when you resist him.

If looks could kill, you’d be a goner. 

“Y/n, what the fuck?” He said more disappointment in his voice than anger.

“I’m sorry baby…” You bend over and kiss down his chest and stomach stopping just above his leaking cock. You lick the swollen tip, gather the pre-cum, and spread it over the head with your lips. He inhales sharply as you look at him through your lashes.

“�� But I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.” 

You take his cock in your hands and lick up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip and sucking him into your mouth. His hand instantly goes to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You take what you can’t fit in your mouth in your hand and begin pumping his length. His hips jerk up, forcing his cock further into your mouth and causing you to gag. You slap his thigh, giving him a warning to behave. 

He looks down at you apologetically and rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You squeeze his hip to tell him it’s okay and bob your head up and down his length. He leans his head against the pillow, cursing and moaning, covering his face with his free arm.

The hand that had a hold of your hair was now on your scalp, scratching. He was doing the best he could to behave for you. All he wanted now was to hold you by the hair and fuck into your mouth until he was spilling down your throat. But he can’t. He had to be good.

You had given him one warning already.

He was going to behave.

He wanted to be good for you.

Against his better judgment, Vinny looks down to watch you. To his surprise, you were already watching him. Your beautiful eyes were shining back at him, pupils blown wide with desire. Your cheeks were flushed. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. 

He’d be lying, however, if he didn’t admit that his current favorite feature was that your mouth was absolutely stuffed with his cock. 

Your eyelashes flutter with every new inch you take in your mouth. You hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat to take more of him. When Vinny feels his cock hit the back of your throat, he has to bite his finger to keep from cumming immediately. 

“Fuck, Princess, you look so good like this.”

You hum at the praise and Vin shivers. You continue sucking his length, massaging the veins of his cock with your tongue. 

“Oh... oh god.” He breathes. “Please don’t stop.”

You move faster, cupping and massaging his balls. He’s a whimpering mess above you, he arches his back and begs you over and over not to stop. Both of his hands grip at your hair so tight you’re pretty sure he’s going to rip some out. 

You love seeing him like this. You want to let him cum. Give him his release. He’s been so good for you, but you’re not done yet. You don’t think he’s ready. So, as you feel his balls begin to draw up, you remove your mouth from him and sit up. 

The noise that escapes from Vinny this time is damn near a sob.

He sits up on his elbows staring at you, nearly in tears. His body shakes from breathing so hard and overstimulation. You can practically see his heart beating out of his chest. 

“Baby, you’re killing me.” 

You crawl up his body and sit on his lap cradling his face in your hands. You kiss him hard, and he wraps an arm around your waist pulling your hips flush with his. He hisses when your pussy makes contact with his sensitive cock. He presses his face into your neck, leaving open mouth kisses. 

“What do you want, sweet boy?”

He groans into your neck and drops his head onto your shoulder. 

“You know what I want.”

“You have to say it, baby.” 

“I want you.” He trails kisses from your neck down to your breasts. 

You grab his hair and pull his head back, so he’ll meet your gaze.

“If you want to cum you’re going to have to do better than that.”

“God, I want to be inside of you!” He mewls.

“That’s better.” You leave kisses down his jaw. You lift your hips and grab his shaft. He jumps slightly at the contact, and you smirk. You place the tip of his cock at your entrance.  

“Is this what you want, baby?” 

He nods.

“Words, honey.”

“Yes.”

You pull him by the hair. “Yes, what?”

“Yes ma’am.” He whines.

You sink onto him, but only enough for the tip to go in. His mouth drops open and closes again. He bucks his hips to push into you further, but you pull off him. 

“Fu-uck, baby.” He cries out. “Please.”

“Please what?” 

“Please let me fuck your pussy.”

“You think you deserve it?” 

“Yes ma’am.” Vinny nods, staring at you intently. 

“You think you’ve been a good boy for me?” You say squeezing his cock.

“God! Fuck... yes, baby. Please. Please.”

For a moment, you take in the sight of the man before you. His eyes are soft and pleading, tears well up in the corners. His mouth doesn’t stop moving for a second, his quiet but urgent pleas for release resounding in your ear. He alternates between rubbing and scratching at your thighs, trying to keep his hands busy. He’s restless and overstimulated. Sweet boy. He’s being so good for you. You suddenly realize just how intimate this moment is.

The pretty noises. The begging. The scratching and clawing. He’s so perfect, and all of it’s for you. He's falling apart for you. He’s begging for you. He trusts you. He loves you. 

The way Vinny makes you feel is overwhelming. You cup the side of his face brushing away a tear that has fallen. You ghost your lips over his and sigh.

“Make me cum first, and then you can sweet boy.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Thank you. Thank you so much, Princess.”

Both of you gasp as you sink down on him completely. The anticipation from the night’s events and the stretch of his thick cock had your orgasm building already. You set a quick pace immediately, knowing neither of you would last long. 

You wrap your arms around Vinny’s neck, and he buries his face in your cleavage. He uses both hands to guide your hips over him faster as he bites at your flesh. You throw your head back, letting him continue his assault on your skin. 

Desperate to be deeper inside of you, Vinny flips you onto your back. He pounds into you relentlessly hitting the spot inside of you he knows will make you see stars. You feel the coil in your belly tighten, threatening to break at any second. You arch your back and Vinny growls. 

Resting both arms next to your head, he towers over you as he slams harder into your pussy. His hair is stuck to his sweat-covered face. You brush it away and take his face in your hands. He leans down and claims your lips in a searing kiss. He breaks away and exhales sharply, his breath hot on your neck. Vinny runs his hand down your chest and stomach to find your swollen bud that was in desperate need of attention.

“Princess, need you to cum. Need you to cum so bad. Please. M’so close.” He massages your clit to match his thrusts and you’re so close you could burst any second. You wanted something from Vinny first.

“Cum with me, baby.” 

“A-are you sure?” Vinny stutters, eyes wide. 

“Yeah, you want to?”

“Please! Please, oh god, yes, please.” He practically screams. 

“Then cum with me. Cum in my pussy, baby. Fill me up.” 

Vinny’s moans were so loud that you would be surprised if the cops didn’t show up later. He slams into you a few more times before spilling into you, his cock twitching inside of you. He says your name over and over, thanking you for letting him cum. He shakes so hard he nearly falls on top of you. You have never seen his orgasm hit him this hard and it makes your second climax of the evening by far the best. Vinny coaxes you through your orgasm, leaving sweet kisses all over your face as he whispers praises in your ear. When you come down from your highs, you lie there together. Your heavy breathing is now the only sound that fills the room. Vinny’s head is on your chest listening to your pounding heart. You’ll get up and draw the two of you a bath eventually or try to at least. Vinny will refuse to let you, insisting aftercare is still his job. 

For now, however, you lie in comfortable silence. You play with Vinny’s hair and hum his favorite song. He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, sighing contentedly. 

“I love you so much, princess.”

“I love you too, sweet boy.”

[surprise-based-teddy-bear]

Fandom: Baldur’s Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Astarion/Tav Additional Tags: POV Astarion, canon adjacent, Manipulation, Trust Issues, PTSD, Trauma, Dissociation, Implied/Referenced Past Abuse, of all kinds, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Vampire Bites, Drug Use, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, figuring out feelings, Slow(ish) Burn, Eventual Romance, Occasional Sexual Content, most of it warped by past trauma, Astarion Being Astarion, Soft Astarion (eventually), everyone is bad at feelings, Everyone Needs A Hug

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When Astarion sauntered back into camp, only Wyll acknowledged his arrival with a nod. The rest lounged around the campfire, spellbound by Neline's music. She herself seemed lost in it; eyes closed, fingers coaxing the gentle melody from her lute by feel alone. It was ironic, really. The one time she should have been performing, yet he detected no trace of it. There was an air of tranquility about her that he had never seen before, reflected in the faces of her listeners. Astarion let his gaze wander from one serene face to the next. Humans, half and whole. Brief specks of life, as fleeting as the moment of peace they were sharing, floating down the endless river of eternity. The tiefling, too. All of them floating past the likes of him, the ones forever removed from the cycle of life. Astarion shook off his dour thoughts. Neline's music was too sedate, left too much space that his own mind had to fill. The places he would prowl in the city were noisy, rowdy ones. The kind of places people sought out in order to forget whatever it was that dragged them down in their daily lives. He couldn't imagine her playing in one of them. The hecklers would have descended upon her halfway through the first verse. Yet he must have heard her music, if her claims were to be believed. The knowledge unsettled him. No matter how he racked his brains, he couldn't place her. Wherever she had been, she must have been telling the truth about being on stage, because otherwise he would have noticed her. Tried his charms on her. With her sweet smile, golden hair, and honeyed voice, she fit Cazador's– Astarion grimaced and willed his thoughts back to the present. "Not to your tastes, I take it?" asked a voice beside him. He flinched. When the hell had Shadowheart snuck up on him? "Well, it is rather bland. Any second-rate minstrel can churn out cloying ballads by the dozen." She arched an eyebrow. "Harsh. I don't suppose you were a critic for the local broadsheet in your pre-parasite life?" "Nothing so satisfying, darling. I'm merely a humble magistrate back in the city. It's all very tedious." "Uh huh." She raised her goblet to her lips for a sizable mouthful. Red wine, he guessed from the tint of her lips. If her sudden gregariousness was any indication, she had been at it a while. "So, Shadowheart." He drew out each syllable. "Such a grim name for such a beautiful flower." She rolled her eyes. "If only you'd aim your inner critic at your own lines."

[kashimos-hajime]

definition of a good boy | a.a.

summary: literally you just peg the FUCK out of armin arlert. that’s it. and he looks real fucking pretty taking it.

WARNINGS: smut (18+), switch!reader (but majority femdom), switch!armin (majority sub <3), PEGGING, edging, anal fingering ahgnfkld, safe word (not used), oral (fem-receiving), overstim, praise kink, minor dacryphilia bc that shit HITS pairing: armin arlert x fem!reader word count: 3.7k

a/n: if armin no like peg, why he look like THAT last episode? ANYWAY this is who i represent now. just,,, pegging men and making them cry

crossposted on ao3

You wonder how many times Armin’s thought about this before. Or even, the first time at least. 

Was it when you rode him until he was crying for relief, your hands around his throat and your lips ravaging his own? Or maybe that time you had riled him up until he had you pinned in an alleyway just outside a fucking embassy, panties swept aside by the crook of his fingers and cock sheathed inside your wet folds as you cried out into his shoulder.

Which in itself was a feat. It’s probably the most difficult thing in the world to irritate Armin Arlert to the point where he wants to fuck the attitude out of you, and it had started with a dress that had a slit up to your thigh, and you tugging at his tie in the middle of his conversations, and ended with bruised collarbones, jelly legs, and fucking Connie texting you, WOW GOOD JOB!!!!! SASHA OWES ME TWENTY.

But you digress. You could probably pinpoint a million times he’s thought about it, a million times more when you have. It doesn’t matter now. What matters is that Armin Arlert is laid out right in front of you, flushed, sweating, eyes closed shut and mouth shamelessly open as you jack him off. His cheeks are red, the blush spreading down his neck and chest, but nothing compares to the shade of his lips as you swallow down his moan, tongue dipping into his mouth. Your other hand pins down his shoulder as he lets out a soft whine, and you smile, drawing back just as quickly as you came.

“You look so pretty, baby,” you whisper, brushing the hair fanning across his forehead back. The golden strands glimmer in the warm light of their room as Armin lets out another strangled noise when you squeeze the tip of his cock, the precum warm underneath your palm. “You think you’re ready?”

“Yeah.” His hands are on your back, fingers scratching the skin and sending shivers down your spine, yet now, one travels to the back of your neck and pulls you down for another deep kiss. Their mouths meet messily and his other hand trails down to your hips, your thighs by his waist, and squeezes. “I’m ready. I trust you.”

Pulling back, your gut clenches and you wish you’d taken up his offer to ride the edge off on his thigh, but you’d been so excited that you had refused. Now, nervous energy mixes with the heady arousal surrounding them you pull off of him, fingers giving one last pump to his hard cock. Sitting aside with the lube, you watch as Armin rolls over, revealing a muscled back ripe with tension and you immediately crawl over to him.

“Tense?”

“Nervous, yeah.” His fingers dig into the bedsheets as you place a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. His blond hair tickles the apple of your cheek and you situate yourself right over him. Squeezing a sizeable amount of lube onto your pointer and third finger, you smear it down to your base knuckles and glance at Armin again. His cheek is pressed against the mattress, his sedated face betraying the hunger in those blue eyes. His hips twitch against the blankets almost imperceptibly but you let it slide—they both need a moment to just…

“Safe word?” you ask.

“Conch,” he replies dutifully. “Don’t worry so much or I’ll start to worry.”

“I just don’t want to hurt you or for you to hate this.”

“The most important thing is that we tried it, alright?” He reaches back to grab your hand, and you look down at his fingers wrapping around your wrist. Twisting to hold onto him, you kiss his fingers before he lets go, resumes the slow grind against the mattress and you watch, transfixed at the rolls of his hips. Reminded of the slick glistening down your thighs, you clench your legs together as a soft moan is muffled by Armin’s face buried in the sheets. His knuckles are white as his thrusts grow frantic, but they both know that nothing on this bed is enough friction for what they both want.

Too many nights with disappointing outcomes have taught them better—silk is good for hair and skin only, it seems.

“On your knees,” you murmur, and he freezes, face turning slowly to reveal blissed out face and a panting mouth. Stomach fluttering at how obedient he is, you situate yourself right behind him as he rises to his knees and elbows and you spot the wet stain where his precum had soaked into the sheets. Smiling, you rise up on your knees, lean over, and kiss his spine, settling a hand on the small of his back. “Relax, baby.”

Your fingers slip between his cheeks and rub along the hole, the heat emanating from his skin incinerating. Gently, you sink your fingers in and he lets out a choked noise at the stretching as you scissor slowly to give him time to get used to the burning. His fingers sink into the mattress, claw-like, and his back tenses up but you lean forward, running a soothing hand between his shoulder blades.

“Are you okay, baby?” you whisper, the resistance making you pause so he can get used to it. He lifts his head, gasping before nodding to the wall.

“I’m okay.” Forehead to the sheets again. “Keep going.”

Kissing his hip, you nod and push forward as your hand on his back spreads out, and you feel the moment he relaxes because something inside him eases, too. Your fingers sink in despite how tight it is, near-choking as his legs twitch against your thighs. You watch the back of his head keenly, catch the speedy rise and fall of his shoulders as you slowly draw your fingers in and out, getting him used to the sensation.

Tiny sounds escape his mouth as he rests his cheek against the bed, his sharp gasps whenever you push in deeper than before music to your ears and to the growing drip of arousal between your legs.

It’s when Armin’s legs shoot out from underneath him, his whole body collapsing and a loud moan comes out of him that you really snap awake. Your hand ripped out from between his asscheeks, you jump back, eyes widening in fear and you crawl up so you can spot his face. His eyes are wide enough that you can see a ring of white around his blue, blue eyes, and he’s coated in a fine layer of sweat over his pink cheeks. A hand is slapped over his mouth and you hear his raspy pants through his nose, desperate and rapid as you lower yourself to his eye level.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” you ask but he lifts a wet hand from his mouth, and you watch slowly as he grabs your wrist tightly. Lube from your fingers drips onto your hand as he yanks you close.

“Why’d you stop?” he groans. “If that’s how it feels every time I hit your g-spot, I wish we started this sooner.”

Electricity zaps through your chest and your lips pull into an incredulous smile as he lets go of your wrist and cups your neck, pulling you down into an open-mouthed kiss and you moan into his mouth as he pushes himself up onto an arm, tongue exploring your cheeks, his hand sliding down your back. It’s decidedly slow, unpretentious, intimate, and you remind yourself that there’s still a task at hand, no matter how persuading Armin can be with his eyes, hands, tongue, or otherwise.

Parting, your heart pounds like a damned drum as he squeezes your ass but you pluck his hand off of you, pushing him back down onto all fours.

“Elbows and knees, Arlert. I’m not finished with you yet,” you murmur and you see the shiver in his body at the idea. He does as he’s told, lowering himself until his face is against the mattress and his ass is up in the air, and you migrate to his end again, through the molasses air until you’re where you were before. 

A hand on the small of his back, you ease your fingers in again, and this time, when he lets out a sharp whine, you know not to give up but to give in, push against the spongey flesh at your fingers that sends his hips jolting back into your palm. Peering at a pretty blond head, you frown when you see his palm has found its place over his mouth again and without thinking, your hand on his back trails to his ass, giving it a light slap before squeezing the flesh.

“Let me hear you, pretty boy,” you croon as his back arches with a choked ah! that fills your stomach with butterflies. Pushing down on his spine, with every whine, moan, desperate more, every pleading deeper, baby, you reward him with another thrust of your fingers that makes Armin writhe with pleasure you can feel everywhere in his body. Heat licking at your own face, you get so lost in the rocking of his hips, the sheets twisting under Armin’s fists as he tries to chase his own high, that you nearly miss the signs of his coming orgasm.

Classic: he starts swearing like a sailor.

“Fuck—hngh!—C’mon, baby. Come on. I’m so close.”

And the panting that’s so noticeably heavy and fast that it’s a wonder he can even breathe with how much he’s begging and squirming by the pressure of your fingers alone. 

Those two things echo in your head as you pull your fingers out just as he stands on the brink of his eyes rolling back from the black-out euphoria he must’ve been on the edge on because when you stop, he lets out the loudest fucking curse you’ve ever heard in your life.

No, fuck! Baby!” His whines are music to your ear as he buries his face in the silk. “Baby, I was so fucking close! You, you—“

“I? I?” you tease, a thrill igniting underneath your heart at how he sweats and arches underneath your hand. “You’re just so pretty for me all needy, Armin. Not every night I get to edge you.”

“It could be,” he pleads, his hips lowering to the mattress again as he reaches forward for a pillow to shove between his legs but you smack the hand away as you stretch for the nightstand. “Baby, just let me cum. Let me cum and I’ll let you edge me every night. Please, please, please—“

“Armin,” you censure, although the words are enticing and you know if you brought it up to him outside the bedroom tomorrow morning, he’d blush and have to accept his own vow. But you’re not that cruel. “When have you ever given in to my pleading?”

Maybe you’re worse. You don’t mind that at all.

“Sometimes, I do. When you’ve been a good girl.” His hips begin to rub against the silk sheets as you grab the strap-on and buckle it up comfortably around your hips. Armin’s oblivious to it all and you let him have his moment of faux relief, pretending you don’t notice. He’s going to need the breather after you’re done with him. “And I’ve been good. I swear it.”

“Really?” Grabbing the lube bottle that’s been lost in the sheets, you squirt a hefty amount all over the silicone and run your hand up and down the shaft, warming it up. “I don’t think trying to fuck yourself on silk sheets like you’re a prince without a whore is going to help you much now is it, hm?”

His hips freeze and you chuckle to yourself, the power trip making you dizzy as you hum appreciatively and lean over him, the tip of the strap leaving a wet trail from between his cheeks down his spine. Your lips find the knob of his spine, mouthing at it warmly as his entire body goes taut and you reach blond hair, nosing it away and sucking a mark onto his neck. He lets out a soft moan, lifting his head and reaching up a hand to wrap around the back of your neck. 

Bracing yourself, you smile and find the sensitive spot right underneath his jaw, biting gently.

“Armin,” you whisper huskily against the shell of his ear, nose drawing along his temple. “What’s that again about being a good boy?” You return your mouth to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, grinning wickedly when his back arches and he lets out a helpless whine. Inhaling the smell of clean soap, you crane your head to look down between your bodies. He’s laid out bare in front of you, and you wiggle your hips, nestling the strap back between his ass cheeks, just to get him used to the sensation.

Tearing yourself away and back up, you cup his thighs and pull him back up to his knees.

“Anyway,” you continue, as if remarking on the weather, “I don’t know if you do deserve this anymore. Seeing as if every time I stopped touching you, you’ve gone to rutting the bed like I wouldn’t notice.” The tip presses against his hole and you feel his shiver. You tilt your head. “Nothing to say now, huh.”

“No, no, please. Fuck! I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I won’t do it again. I promise. I really promise, baby.”

“Right.” You don’t believe him, but nonetheless, you smile. “Why don’t you prove it and relax?” A soft noise keening from his mouth, he nods and lowers himself deeper. Counting silently to yourself, you wait until he gets comfortable.

When he does, you set a hand on his hip, another on his back, and slowly push in. 

“Ah!” His head snaps up, knuckles blanching as he grasps the sheets. Breathing quickening, he stiffens but you hush him quietly, stroking soothing shapes into his skin. You slowly ease out again and he exhales. A heat sears through your chest and the urge to slip your fingers in, to push against the spongey part again until he’s begging, not for you to stop or for you to continue, but just crying begging for you, causes you to groan to yourself.

“You don’t know how pretty you look all like this, Armin,” you murmur as he shifts back and you laugh gently. “You really want this, hm?” You push back in gently, and it goes easier this time. Your hips nearly press flush against his skin as he lets out a choked noise. “Lemme hear you, yeah? God, I wanna hear you so bad, baby.”

“Hngh! Ah—“ You draw back only to sink back in again, bottoming out and you know you hit it when his elbows slide out from under him, cheek against the bed. You pause, tip pressing against the prostate until he’s blabbering, voice going raw with desperation. “Baby! Baby, baby, baby, oh God—“

Guts tightening, you bite your lip, trying to hold back your own moan as he tries to jerk back. 

“You want me to move, baby?”

“Yes! Yes, please. Please, please, please.” His hand claws at his face, caging his mouth but doing nothing to muffle any of his noise as you push harder. His eyes roll back and you smirk, pulling back. “Baby!”

“Alright, alright. Since you asked so nicely.” And you sink into him, faster this time, hitting your mark so easily that when his moans arise, it’s only incentive for you to continue thrusting, your movements sloppy but quick. Hips against his ass, your fingers dig into his hips as he begins to rock back against you, settling into an unsteady rhythm only they can begin to understand.

You watch in delicious satisfaction as Armin falls apart, raising his ass higher, sinking deeper into his chest. A soft whine rises with every movement as he gasps out, “Harder,” and you nearly fucking lose yourself in the high-pitched rasp in his voice. His voice begins to thicken when you listen, and you catch sight of his cheek, glistening with tears.

“You close, baby?” you pant at the sight. Fuck, he’s so fucking pretty; it’s otherwordly. Your hips beginning to tire, the smack and slide of their skin the only other thing you can feel besides how hard and tight he is as he nods, red lip trapped between teeth. “Yeah? You’re doing so well, you know? God, I’m so proud of you.” He lets out a whiny mhm! A harsh throbbing between your legs, you squeeze his hips. “C’mon, baby. C’mon. You’re so pretty. Pretty boy crying for me.”

“God, I love you,” he cries out, body beginning to shake as his breath hitches in his throat sharply like a ragged gasp after nearly drowning. “I love you so much. Please, let me cum. I wanna be good. Lemme be good for you.”

Lurching forward, you plunge as deep as you can into him and he lets out a hoarse wail as you sink your teeth into his side, at his ribs. Your arms wrap around his waist, holding him flush against yourself and he shudders, head raised as he claws at the sheets, riding off his own orgasm on your strap, shamelessly, with reckless abandon and you press your face into his shoulder blade, rocking with his moves.

Soft, airy moans fill the silence as he stubbornly tries to keep going as he falls back on his knees, in some yoga pose you can’t remember the name of, and you draw yourself back up, shallowly rolling your hips against his until he’s crying into his arm, ears red, cheeks red, everything red and warm and slick.

Sighing, you finally pull out and he lets out a whimper at the loss. Sitting back on your ankles, you begin to unbuckle the strap, climbing over his shaking leg to grab the towel on their nightstand. Wiping off the lube and juices from the silicone, you glance over your shoulder at your dazed boyfriend, and a soft smile pulls at your mouth as he tries to catch his breath. Back rising and falling, he wipes at his face and you chuckle, abandoning your cleaning efforts to crawl over to his face. Leaning down to kiss his cheek, you hum.

“Pretty baby,” you murmur as his blue eyes rake over your face, down your body covered in a fine layer of sweat. You lay down beside him, mirroring his position so you’re on your stomach, chest resting on your forearm. Your other hand lifts, fingers brushing through hair that falls over his eyes lazily. His irises are still blown out with lust, the residual pleasure still occupying his face in how lax his face is, how he barely keeps his eyes open. “You okay?”

“More than okay.” His voice is nothing more than a mumble as he turns to plug his eyes with his forearm and you laugh, scooting closer to kiss his ear. “I dunno if I can walk tomorrow, though.”

“I did go a bit hard on you, didn’t I?”

“’S okay. I asked for it.” He lifts his head with a cold breath, and he looks at you again. “I wanted it. So badly. You did so good, baby.”

“A-Armin—“ His name is swallowed up by his lips and you let out a noise of surprise as he cups the back of your neck. Pushing you onto your back, he deepens the kiss and their legs tangle up as his other hand runs down your side. A soft moan spills out of your mouth into his as he trails inward, exploring the slick pooling down your legs. Without a second to waste, he sinks a finger in easily to the first knuckle, curling sinfully and your legs spasm against his.

“Maybe you liked it more than me,” he hums, lifting his mouth from yours. Before you can refute that claim, he’s travelling down your body, free hand adoring every single curve and line. You let out a small protest as he slips his finger out but it’s almost instantly replaced by his mouth suctioning onto your cunt. Heat splinters through your body and your legs wrap around his head immediately.

“Fuck, Armin,” you sigh, hands buried under the pillow above your head as he laps at your slit and when you raise your head to see him peering back, you groan at the sheen covering his chin and lips. His eyes are still blown out, darkened with lust, and he dips his mouth again as the coil inside you tightens and just seeing him beneath you again has your eyes rolling back. His hand squeezes your thigh as your breath hitches and you feel it coming, harsh, white, and hot.

Chest blistering tight, your eyes flutter shut and your fingers scrape at silk as your hips rut against his face. You’re so fucking close—fuck, fuck, fuck—

“Armin!” You let out a hoarse scream as he slams a hand over your mouth and your back arches as his other hand presses your hips down. Eyes rolling back, your hands wrap around his wrist as he sucks on your clit, massages you through the crashing waves that run through your body. Legs trembling, you try to move away but he only huffs a laugh, kissing your slit before licking a stripe up. The overstimulation makes you whine, shaking as he continues to tease you out, drinking you, eating you as if you’re his last meal on death row.

His name spills out of your mouth in shameless babbles, praises about how good he is for you coming out raw as you try to catch your breath but he won’t let you. Not even for a second. 

Armin only breathes you in—hums against your soaked thighs, biting gently on the flesh, and your hands fly to your face, one over your mouth, another over your eyes as a helpless, incoherent plea spills out of you. You feel the smirk in his cheeks as he pushes himself closer and your hips nearly lift but he pulls you back down to the bed, chuckling.

“Am I good boy now?” he asks huskily against your cunt. Shivers shoot up your spine and he inhales deeply, squeezing your thighs like he’s never seen something so fuckable. “Or do I need to prove it to you again?”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All together now

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, violence, blood, breeding/forced pregnancy

This is dark!Stucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Based on this drabble request: Stucky + “You take him so well, just not as good as you take me.” + breeding/forced pregnancy + Steve and Bucky realize they both have their eye on the same girl. They decide to work together to get what they want. @river-soul​

“It’s just Bucky,” Steve waved for you to get your hand off your gun.

“What’s he doing here?” you left the pistol on the metal table and went back to the pot of canned soup.

You stirred the pot and looked around at the small safehouse as you heard the car door and the ensuing steps. You tapped the excess broth from the metal and turned back to cross your arms as you leaned on the counter.

“He does realise we’re hiding out here?”

“I asked him to come and have a look at these,” Steve jabbed his finger towards the manila file as he peeked out between the slats across the window.

“Wha-- I already translated them for you,” you huffed, “and we don’t have enough soup for him.”

“He knows Hydra better than anyone, he can tell us what the symbols mean,” Steve took a deep breath.

“We could have waited and got them back to intel in New York--”

The deadbolt turned and you shut up as Steve pulled the door open. You turned back to the stove and watched the soup. You had no issue with Bucky really but the last time you saw him, he’d confessed things to you that made it hard to look at him. And he hadn’t reacted well when you didn’t reciprocate.

“There,” you listened to the two men move around, noting that you didn’t even get a hey from the third agent, “thanks for coming, Buck.”

“Mhmm,” you heard the chair groan tellingly and you turned off the burner. 

You took out two metals bowls with a clink and poured the beefy stew into them. You added a spoon to each and turned to hand one off to Steve as he sat on the only other chair. You stood by the counter and slurped yours.

“It’s a map,” Bucky said, “the star, the five points,” he took out his phone and flipped through. He leaned forward and pointed to five different cities, “up in Siberia, Hydra checkpoints.”

“Shit,” Steve sat back as he scooped up his soup, “well, we should’ve caught that.”

“How could you, it’s not exactly marked on Google,” Bucky closed the folder and placed his phone on top of it, “how much longer you here?”

“Couple days at most,” Steve answered and you felt entirely ignored in the two way conversation.

You gulped down your food straight from the brim and rinsed your bowl. You wiped off your hands and checked the time on your watch. You took your gun and cleared the chamber.

“Early morning,” you said, “I’m gonna hit the hay, let you guys catch up.”

“Alright,” Steve set his bowl down on the small square table beside him.

“Night,” Bucky said, his first word to you, “sweet dreams.” His voice trailed after you and you felt both watching you as you pushed into the bedroom. You didn’t look back as the door clicked behind you.

You and Steve settled in easy to the meagre safehouse. There were missions you slept on concrete or in dirt so the dusty old mattress you shared wasn’t anything to gripe about. You changed into your plain grey sweats and your military issued matching tee. 

You dropped down onto the mattress and listened to the drone of the male tones through the wall. You stretched and rolled onto your side and closed your eyes. Hopefully he sent Bucky away by morning.

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You grumbled and rolled over as the other side of the mattress shifted. You hid your face in the pillow as you hugged it with one arm. You tried to ignore Steve as he settled onto the flattened springs. You needed whatever rest you could force out of the short nights.

You went rigid as you felt his warmth against your back and his arm wrapped around your middle. You grabbed his wrist and froze. The vibranium was shockingly cool against your palm. Your eyes shot open as you were pulled flush against Bucky and Steve lowered himself on your other side.

“What the fuck are you doin--”

The vibranium fingers smothered your voice and you grunted in surprise at Steve’s nakedness. Your hand grazed against Bucky’s nude thigh and your heart began to pound. You reached for Bucky’s wrist again and Steve snatched away your arm and slung it over his shoulder.

You mumbled into the hand across your mouth and tried to push away from Bucky. You only served to brush his prodding excitement with your ass as your other hand beat against Steve’s chest. You tried to shake your head as the super soldier in front of you tugged at your loose pants.

You threw your head back and Bucky grunted and retracted his hand as you smashed your skull into his nose. You drew your hand from over Steve’s shoulder and punched him across the jaw. You pushed yourself up and tripped as Steve kept hold of the sweats and you fell at the foot of the bed.

You were tugged back as Bucky swore and flipped over as you reached for the end of the mattress. Steve peeled away your pants and you kicked out at him as the other soldier cradled his bloody nose. He spat a glob of saliva and blood onto the floor and got to his knees to help Steve wrangle you in.

They pinned your arms above your head as you kept kicking and flailing, snarling at them.

“What the fuck? Let me go?” you gritted.

“It didn’t have to be like this,” Bucky growled and sniffed as the blood trickled from his nostril, “I was nice and patient.”

“Steve,” you hissed at the blond, “you’re really gonna let him do this?”

“Him?” Steve’s jaw ticked, “Us.”

“What--” you grunted and fought harder, bringing a knee up far enough to catch Bucky’s ribs.

Both soldiers turned to grab your thighs and held you flat to the bed, gripping both wrist and legs. They looked at each other over your body and shared a conspiratorial moment.

“We should have sedated her,” Steve said.

“No, I want her to feel it when I fill her up,” Bucky scowled, “you got ties?”

Steve stared back a moment then nodded. They flipped you over and Bucky quickly straddled you as he twisted your arms back and held them to the middle of your back. Steve got up and disappeared through the open door.

“Why are you doing this?” you huffed.

“Why’d you lead me on?” Bucky snarled.

“I didn’t--”

“You didn’t,” he scoffed, “no you just flirted with me then laughed in my face.”

“That’s not what happened,” you wriggled and he squeezed you between his thick thighs.

“I wanted more than this but… you’re good stock, strong,” he fingers tightened painfully on your wrists, “all the genetic markers for a successful term.”

“What--”

“Shut up,” he stretched his fingers around both your wrists and freed a hand to pin your head down. Steve entered and you could only watch his feet as he neared. You closed your eyes as he got to his knees and Bucky helped him bind your wrists. “You got anything to gag her with?” the latter asked.

There was silence and you were lifted again and put on your back, your head between the pillows. You flung a leg up and it was caught easily. Your legs were forced down and your ankles held far apart. You opened your eyes and watched Bucky step between your legs as Steve kept your feet in place.

“Steve, don’t let him do this,” you begged, “please, whatever you’re thinking--”

Bucky dropped to his knees and his hand grasped your throat. He applied enough pressure to smother your voice.

“He’ll have his turn too,” Bucky wiped away the last of the blood from his nose with the back of his real hand then shoved it between your legs.

You gasped as he poked around impatiently. He moved closer and you felt his tip against you. Your hands throbbed as you laid atop them painfully and you whined through your tight throat. Steve’s hold on your didn’t waver as your legs tensed at Bucky’s violent intrusion.

He slammed into you so that your back arched and you pushed your shoulder down into the mattress. Your breath crackled in the air as his fingers squeezed firmer with each long thrust. The mattress shifted with his motion as he rutted into you.

He stretched his finger up your cheek and turned your head straight. He bent over you as his hips kept their pace. “Look at me,” he rasped and your eyes met his stormy one, “that’s it, I want you to look at me as I fill you up.”

He fucked you harder and panted as you gasped past his grip on your neck. Your ankles were released but you could do nothing as Bucky brought his legs back under yours and pushed them wide. He leaned most of his weight on your throat as he rammed into you.

“I want you to… remember,” he said through thick breaths, “the moment I… fill you up…” he bared his teeth and thrust frantically, “the moment you… become a mother.”

His voice fizzled and he bent to rest his forehead against yours as he came. You whimpered as his hand slipped from your throat and he slowed his hips. You tried to move your wrists as your fingers throbbed painfully.

He sighed and lifted himself off of you. He slipped out and you winced at the warmth leaking from your cunt. You couldn’t look at them as their figures moved at the edge of your vision.

You were flipped over again. Weak, your resistance was met with a sharp slap to the back of the head. You lifted to your knees and Bucky stood in front of you as Steve got behind you on the mattress, his legs between yours as he gripped your hip.

Bucky stroked his dick as he gazed down at you. He shivered with the overstimulation but barely softened as he kept on. Steve angled himself past your ass and squeezed until you tilted your hips. He slid into you and groaned as he reached his limit.

“Ah, please,” you lowered your head and Bucky caught your chin.

He shushed you and pressed his tip to your lips as Steve began to rock cautiously behind you. Bucky pushed past your lips and sank down your throat as he forced your head back. Steve’s hot breaths grew ragged as a sharp clap came with each deliberate thrust.

“You take him so well, just not as good as you take me,” Bucky purred as he glided in and out of your mouth, your spit dripping down your chin and smeared around your mouth. He grabbed your head between both hands and rubbed your cheekbones with his thumbs as he moaned in delight, “fuck, I hate to waste it on your mouth,” he rasped, “better fill her up good, Steve.”

The man behind you seemed enlivened by his name. His hand went to your neck and he felt Bucky inside of you. Steve crashed into your harder and faster, the noise of wet cunt around him added to the steady slapping of skin. Your eyes rolled back as you struggled to breath and your body struggled to adjust to the constant barrage.

You almost choked as Bucky emptied himself down your throat and coughed as he pulled out. He let you fall forward onto your face as Steve kept his rampant pace. Your cunt thrummed around him and your entire body ached as he reached his peak. He slammed you back and held you there as he came in a fit of spasms.

Steve hummed and tickled your ass as Bucky lifted your head and poked his thumb into your mouth. The soldier in front of you helped push you up as Steve sat back and you were held in his lap, completely full with him.

“Got your story straight?” Bucky asked as Steve began to move you again.

“Think so,” Steve panted and Bucky rolled your tee shirt up and hooked it behind your head. He bent and played with your chest as Steve fucked you from below.

“She went missing, right? You got that intel but she was gone. You called me to help find her,” Bucky paused and teased your nipple between his teeth, “got it?”

“Got it,” Steve leaned back and groaned as he moved you in his lap.

“Don’t…” you begged in a desperate whisper.

“We’ll take care of you,” Bucky trailed his nose between your tits, “for the baby’s sake.”

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Eskel Can Have Pretty Things, Part 2

Hello!! Good morning (hopefully) @kuripon - here is the next part as promised  Petit fours (well, nice cakes anyway aha) and flowers. 

Part 1 is here 

edit 18/05: Ao3 link

CWs: Eskel has a lot of Feelings TM, his self-esteem is not great in places throughout (specifically about his scars)

Eskel blinked his eyes open blearily, the bright light coming in through the window and shining across his face. He winced, and rolled himself out of bed, padding across to look out into the street below. The townspeople were starting to come out, and he could see a few of them setting up stalls in the road. The sky was mostly clear, only a few clouds scattered across the horizon. Eskel hummed, a small smile curling at his lips, and turned back to the bed. 

Jaskier was still sleeping, his hair tousled, and one hand curled up near his head. He looked peaceful, very much at odds with how he seemed when he was awake, always rushing around to the next adventure. Eskel knelt down next to him, and pressed a kiss to his soft brown curls. Jaskier sighed, rolling towards him as he began to tentatively open his eyes, wincing when the sunlight hit them. Eskel stroked a hand through his hair as he watched the bard wake up, stifling several yawns as he did so. Jaskier snuffled and pulled Eskel closer to him, hiding his face in his neck. 

“Morning,” he mumbled, and Eskel chuckled. 

“Good morning, lark,” he said, still petting his partner’s hair. “Sleep well?” Jaskier only grumbled, making a few noises but no words in response. “Ah, I understand, you’re not ready for words yet,” Eskel said, bringing his bard in close for a hug. Jaskier made a happy sound deep in his chest and hugged him back. 

They sat there contentedly for a few minutes, warmed by the sun streaming in through the window and comfortable in each other’s arms. Eventually, Jaskier pulled back, hands still on Eskel’s shoulders.

“We should go find some breakfast, darling,” he pressed a quick kiss to the witcher’s cheek, and bounced up off the bed, pulling a doublet out of his pack as he fluttered about the room. Eskel smiled as he watched Jaskier’s movements, and pulled himself up. 

A few minutes later, they found themselves wandering along the main path, all sorts of delicious smells filling their noses as they wandered past the different stalls. Jaskier stopped finally in front of a table covered in pastries, and bread, and lots of dainty little cakes. A large grin took over his face, and he pulled at Eskel’s hand. He stood, staring at the selection, and Eskel leant down to rest his chin on the bard’s shoulder, glancing up at the stallholder who was watching them with amusement.

Eskel let out a silent sigh of relief when the woman said nothing about his scars, and he swallowed thickly. He shook his head, hair falling in front of his face, and watched as Jaskier set about ordering what seemed like half the table. He pulled his coin purse off his belt and placed the money down on the table before Jaskier could protest. The merchant continued wrapping their selection of baked goods and tucked them neatly into a small basket, offering him a small smile. Eskel tried to offer one back, hoping it didn’t look too much like a snarl. He felt Jaskier’s smaller hand slip back into his palm before his thoughts could spiral much further, and with a final nod of thanks to the stallholder, they carried on down the street. 

They wandered away from the stalls and followed the path which led them to the meadow on the western outskirts of town. Ambling at a sedate pace through the long grass, Eskel noticed that they were surrounded by wildflowers in a variety of different shades, amber to chartreuse to peach, until at last Jaskier settled on a spot where the grass was slightly shorter, and sat down.

Eskel settled next to him, and watched as Jaskier pulled out a blanket and began laying out the bread and sweet treats. He reached for his belt to offer Jaskier his knife when a gentle hand laid over his own stopped him. 

“You just sit there looking pretty for me, sweetheart. Let me do this,” Jaskier said, smiling at him with a sparkle in his eye. Eskel felt the back of his neck flush with the words- they had known each other for long enough now that he knew all of Jaskier’s comments were genuine, no matter how many he made. He looked away, ducking to stare at the riot of colourful petals surrounding them. Feeling slightly awkward he began fidgeting with a blade of grass, needing to do something with his hands. He plucked one from the ground and spun it round between his fingertips. 

Fingers tipped his head back and up, and he met Jaskier’s smiling, mirthful eyes. “Open up, Eskel,” Jaskier said, and held up a small piece of fruit tart. Eskel swallowed and hesitantly opened his mouth. Eskel felt the back of his neck heat up further, as Jaskier fed him the morsel. The flavours burst in his mouth- sweet raspberry and sharp apple together with a layer of cream. He closed his eyes and shyly leant forward again to accept Jaskier’s next offering. It was some sort of flaky pastry filled with cherries, and Eskel felt his face flush as he let out a tiny moan in response. He pressed his eyes tighter shut, then gasped as he felt a hand thread through his hair and scratch his head. He didn’t know which way to lean, it was all too much, but it was perfect, and he felt so happy, but he didn't know what to do- there was something else being offered to him. He whined slightly as he opened his mouth again- honey cake this time, he thought- and Jaskier pulled back to look at him. “Darling, are you alright?” he asked, concern apparent in his voice. Eskel nodded, and let his face fall against the other man’s chest, taking a moment to catch his breath. 

“I… it’s a lot,” he muttered. He was frustrated that he couldn’t explain himself more clearly and he thumped his forehead against the other man.

“Oof,” Jaskier said, giggling as he reached a hand round to rest on the back of Eskel’s neck, rubbing it soothingly. Eskel felt him kiss the top of his ear, and his breath caught in his throat, suddenly feeling a little dizzy. He clutched the front of Jaskier’s doublet closer to him and buried his face deeper into the solid chest in front of him. He felt a hand rub across the small of his back and a whimper slipped unbidden from his mouth. The hand faltered for only a second, but it made Eskel whine in the back of his throat, blush spreading up to his face, perplexed and embarrassed by how needy he suddenly felt. He knew Jaskier wouldn’t mind, would even appreciate the witcher expressing his emotions in this way, but it was still difficult. He had to be almost entirely closed off and neutral for so much of his life and being allowed to express himself in this way was still new to him. He swallowed thickly, and took a deep breath to compose himself. He eased back, keeping his hands on the doublet for balance, and looked up at Jaskier’s face sheepishly. 

“Sorry about that,” he felt like his face was on fire. He scratched the back of his neck, wincing. Trying to cover his embarrassment, he reached out and plucked a piece of cherry pastry for Jaskier. He held it up and stared at Jaskier for a long moment as the other man licked it from his fingers. Jaskier smiled at him, and they sat quietly for a moment, letting Eskel take a moment to feel more like himself again. 

The sun was still high in the sky, warming his back and making Jaskier’s eyes almost seem to sparkle. Jaskier had reached down into the grass and plucked a few flowers, and was now arranging them into a small pile on the ground. Eskel’s brow furrowed. What was Jaskier doing? He shrugged, and reached across to snatch up another piece of food. He nibbled on a piece of the dark bread and watched from beneath his lashes as Jaskier made his way through the rest of the honey cake. 

“You have such a sweet tooth, Jask,” Eskel whispered, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment they had made here together. Jaskier smiled back at him, and leant down to give him a kiss, moaning softly when Eskel parted his lips. Eskel whimpered as he caught the taste of all the sugary treats Jaskier had been consuming, and he let himself be pushed down onto his back amongst the flowers. Jaskier sat himself in Eskel’s lap, and ran a hand along his cheek, the expression on his face indulgent. He smiled at Eskel, a twinkle in his eye. Lit up from behind by the soft glowing rays of sunshine, he looked practically angelic… which, lovely as the man was, Eskel knew was far from true. He chuckled and reached up to pull Jaskier down for another slow kiss full of longing. 

He felt a hand slip into his hair, and hummed happily. Jaskier pulled away from the kiss and pressed another to the scarred side of Eskel’s cheek. Eskel felt his breath catch, and he swallowed, blinking rapidly. The hand kept moving through his hair, and when Eskel glanced down to Jaskier’s face, he was met with a beatific smile. His breath stuttered again, as Jaskier kept smiling at him, and slid a dainty sandy coloured flower into Eskel’s hair. 

“Don’t move, they’ll fall and I’m not quite done yet,” Jaskier whispered, catching his tongue between his teeth as he focused intently on threading his selection of wildflowers through Eskel’s dark hair. “The contrast is stunning. Hold still,” Jaskier wiggled off of his lap and rummaged through the basket for a moment before returning with a small looking glass. Eskel looked up at him, brow arched questioningly. 

Jaskier fidgeted, rubbing the back of his neck as a slight flush spread up it. “I travel a lot, and I want to be sure I can always look my best, don’t I? Anyway, it’s not for me right now- look into it!” His excitement was palpable, barely able to sit still as he looked at Eskel with wide hopeful blue eyes. 

Taking a deep breath, Eskel looked into it, prepared to be disgusted by the sight of his own face. Instead, his eyes were drawn to the line of yellow and orange flowers placed carefully through his hair, which for once made his eyes seem less obtrusive and startling, and drew attention away at least a little from his scars. Still staring in the mirror, he watched as his eyes began to shine a little with unshed tears, and he passed the mirror back to Jaskier with a lump in his throat. 

“How did you…” he stumbled to a halt, unable to get the words out. Jaskier smiled at him sadly and ran a hand across his cheek. 

“Eskel, darling. I’ve only brought out what’s already there. You’re gorgeous and I want you to know that too,” he leant in and pressed a chaste kiss to Eskel’s lips. “You deserve to feel that way, and I intend to do everything I can to help with that,” he gave another kiss to Eskel’s trembling lips and leant in one final time. “I love you, Eskel,” he whispered, and kissed him again.  

[mxvladdy]

Put A Ring On It

Mammon/ GN! MC (NSFW)

Content: BDSM, mild dacryphilia, Sub Male, mild CBT

*Clapping my tiny little gay hands*-I'll stop writing subby Mammon when he stops exuding big subby bottom energy.

Till then... :)

His thrusts were growing sloppy. The hard slick press of his pelvis connecting with your ass is loud enough to hide his whins and huffs of pleasurable agony.

Turning your head you look over your shoulder at your trembling little demon. He is shaking, eyes crossing underneath hooded lids as he grinds himself desperately against your body. Your good boy was close, so close. His palms are sweaty and harsh on your hips, slipping over your plush skin unable to get a good grip as he humps so desperately. The whining in the back of his throat is hitting a fever pitch, high and reedy. He was so close to tipping.

You pull away from his hips with a smirk feeling his slicked-up cock rub against the seam of your thighs instead. "You missed, greedy boy." You tease. His nostrils flare in frustration and desperation. He looks at you with hazy glassy eyes, pleading. He was so cute like this. You smile up at him turning to embrace him. "Give me your signal if you are ok." You cup his face wiping at the drool leaking from around his bit.

He gurgles around the gold-plated steel. His tongue lapping at the body warmed bar prying his jaw open. He leans into your palm in a daze panting like a half broken in stallion. You wait for him to ground himself to your touch. You are fixated on how glossy the metal was in the bright light of his room. His hand comes up to his chest. He taps his chest with his index and forefinger twice, his all-clear signal that he wants to continue.

You kiss his stretched lips pushing him back to lay on his sweaty sheet. "Do you deserve to come?" You sit down on his thighs, eyes locked with his neglected cock. “Did you earn it?” You fiddle with the ring locked securely around it. The flesh was burning in your palm as you stroke him, his cock pulsing under your fingers. "Do you?" You ask again, bending close to blow on the oversensitive skin.

Mammon screams out weakly, the little puff of air feeling like ice. His back arches and he bucks upsetting your throne. "Down Mammon, or I stop." You slap his thigh hard. Sobbing, he drops his hips back down like you ordered so you can sit back properly. You reward him with a kiss to his tip, tongue sneaking out to savor his naturally musky taste.

"Thank you, Mammon. You always are the best behaved, aren't you?" He nods. "You needed this, didn't you?" He nods again. "You want to cum?" He whines, hands snapping to his hair to tangle in his snowy white locks. You rise to your knees hovering over his swollen dick. "You're not allowed to until I do understand?" He stills going deathly quiet. His eyes look crazed like this, needy and desperate, but beneath you could see his complete obedience. He nods.

Good. With practiced ease, you release the ring and drop on onto him in one seamless motion. He seizes, lithe muscular body locking up while his eyes roll to the back of his head. The bit mutes his choked sounds of pleasure, his voice cracking on a loud scream. You set a fast pace for his sake soaking up his muffled shouts and whimpers as he fights to follow your order. He feels his claws come out scraping along his scalp. He was so close, it hurt. Everything was hot and throbbing but you weren’t there yet.

You squeeze around him feeling yourself skirting just along the edge. Sliding your hands up his flushed torso and up his arms, you link your fingers with his. You pull them away from his sore scalp. He clings to you then like a lifeline, fangs bare and biting into the steel in his mouth. Gods, he was cracking it. His eyes are feral, his pupils no more than slivers on black swallowed up by a sea of sapphire. His look of desperation is what finally throws you over. Your body arching over him as your voice echoes up into the ceilings of his loft. He comes moments later with a broken sob, near scream before going still.

As soon as you were able to move you looked back down at him. “Want the bit off?” He shakes his head gently, eyes closing. “Ok big guy, it can stay while I clean up. I have to get up though.” That gets him to move. He squawks weak hands coming to grip your ankles in a plea to make you stay. “I’m not going far.” You kiss his sweaty brow. “I just wanna take care of my good boy.” His grip softens and you slip from him without a fuss. Your knee buckles the minute your legs try to support you on the hardwood floor. Mammon huffs in satisfaction behind you. “Quiet you.” You shoot him a quick smile before slowly making your way to the bathroom.

Immerging quickly with a few cool damp towels and a glass of water you make your way back to his bed. Mammon hadn’t moved from his spot nestled in ripped up sheets and torn pillows but his chest was moving much slower now, deep and steady with exhaustion. You hate to wake him, but the gag had to go. As gently as you could you nug him awake lifting his head up to work on the buckles holding the bit in place. He groans in thanks, jaw relaxing back to neutral once the dented metal was gone. You inspect his mouth making sure the redness around his mouth wasn’t anything major. Your wipe down of his body was quick but effective. He never liked being moved around much after nights like this.

Tossing the bit to the floor to lay among all the other stuff that needed to get clean in the morning you click off the remaining lights and curl up next to a now very sedated Mammon.

“Thanks.” He croaks the moment he feels your body getting close to his. He burrows himself into your arms. “‘S nice.” He slurs. “You good?”

“Mmhmm. You did wonderfully.” You nod squeezing him tight for good measure. You feel him preen at your show of affection before giving one last long sigh and passing out.

Damn, you were gonna have to do this more often.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Home

Pro Hero! Iida Tenya x Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

This fic is rated M for Mature audiences only

Warnings: Smut, light temperature play, sensory play/depravation, light bondage, nipple play if you squint, Daddy kink, DD/LG dynamic, soft Dom Tenya, a little bit of fluff <3

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: I have no clue why soft Dom Tenya just popped into my head like a fucking whack-a-mole. All I could think of for hours was his huge hand on the back of my neck, squeezing and comforting me, or pulling me to whisper absolute filth into my ear. Honestly Tenya is slept on, and I for one simp for him heavily. He’s got soft Dom vibes, because he likes rules and regulations, but I don’t think he’s got the attitude of a brat tamer. Idk that’s just me lmao. 

Also, the beginning is a bit weird. You basically fight your family (that you don’t like very much). So yeah, be warned.

Anyway, enjoy the read~

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This wasn’t the first time you’d brought Tenya to a family dinner. In fact, he’d come with you ever since the first time you asked to introduce him to your family. They loved him to pieces, especially considering he was a high ranking hero from a well-known hero family. But this was the first time you’d used your signal around family. 

Your family was unaware of the extent of your relationship with Tenya, so you tried your hardest to keep them from finding out. They wouldn’t take it lightly if they knew about the dynamic the two of you had. The only family that knew was your sister, and she understood the secrecy, she would be in a similar situation if she were in a serious relationship. 

It was only an hour into the night when your family got a bit too politically and religiously aggressive. You were used to this, used to them talking about the workings of the world and their own beliefs. Obviously you didn’t feel the same way as most of your family, but they didn’t know that. You just avoid those conversations as much as possible. 

Of course, your sister was a little more open about her difference in opinion, and you had to defend her and diffuse the situation before things got out of hand. Now things were a bit awkward. She’d left in a bit of a storm and you were left to hopefully explain, in a much more sedated manner, how not everyone will think the same way and people had a right to their own opinions. 

Being the person you are, the elders in the family had overpowered you and you were left to sit and listen to them rambling on in an attempt to change your mind. It was times like these you seriously considered cutting yourself off from them. And it was times like these you were grateful Tenya was there.

Your head was starting to hurt from the stress of the situation, and you were visibly tense, shoulders high, jaw clenched, hands clasped hard in your lap, knee bouncing wildly. You could feel Tenya’s concerned gaze on you. He was worried for you, always so in tune with your emotions. That’s why you trusted him to take care of you.

When you’d finally had enough but had no idea how to get out of the situation, you discreetly reached over and placed your hand on Tenya’s thigh and squeezed twice. That’s the signal you used when you needed to leave as quickly as possible. As he put his mind to work, his hand came up and rested at the back of your neck, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. The motion had you relaxing into his touch, calming your breathing and waiting patiently for him to get you out of the situation.

It only took a few minutes for his phone to start ringing, and he excused himself from the table with a polite smile to take the phone call. Less than a minute later he came back in and explained that there was an emergency at his agency and needed to head into the office. The both of you were on the road within minutes, and the entire ride home his hand was on your thigh, rubbing soothing shapes into your flesh. He explained that no, he didn’t have an emergency at the agency and the call was from Izuku after Tenya had texted him.

Finally home, you let out a heavy sigh. Tenya could tell how exhausted you were, and when the both of you settled into bed he sat up and pulled you into his lap and held you tight, smoothing his large hands over your back. “Are you alright baby?” You nod into his chest, “Yeah. I’m okay.” He hummed, the vibrations running through your body. He knew you were still tense, but he kept quiet, waiting. He always was a patient man.

After a few deep breaths you pulled away and looked up at him. “Can we play?” One of his hands came up and threaded his fingers through your hair. “How do we ask to play?” Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a breath, already settling into subspace, then opened them again as you asked, this time properly. “Can we please play, Daddy?” A soft smile found its way onto his face as he leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “Of course baby. We can play.”

With that, it all started. It didn’t take long for you to be tied to the bed on your back, blindfolded with noise-cancelling earbuds in your ears. There was nothing for several long minutes, then the bed dipped between your legs. The excitement was building as you waited for him to touch you, not knowing what you’d feel first. 

Your back arched and you let out a gasp as icy cold enveloped a nipple, warm lips contrasting with a cold tongue as it laved over the quickly perking bud. The other was not neglected, thick fingers working it until it was hard, before switching. That same cold tongue was trailed up to the dip in your collarbone, then down your sternum all the way to your pubic bone, making you shiver.

When the cold began to warm, the sensations stopped as Tenya pulled away. The bed shifted ever so slightly, and the next thing you felt was that icy cold on your clit. You shouted out a moan and your body involuntarily jerked, but his large hands gripped your hips, holding you still as his chilled tongue swirls over the bundle of nerves. One of his hands released you and two thick fingers slipped into your already soaked cunt, immediately curling up to hit that gummy spot inside you.

With only a few pumps of his fingers the knot in your belly snapped, and your walls clenched down on his fingers as you shook with your first orgasm of the night. His fingers didn’t stop moving until you were mewling and whining that it was too much. Then all the stimulation stopped, and the only indication he was still between your legs was the dip in the bed.

After a few moments of catching your breath, his hands gripped onto your hips again, and you felt him push just the tip of his thick cock into you. Even just that had you panting and moaning, attempting to squirm and force more of him inside you, but his hands held you firm. His body heat rolled off him in waves as he leaned down, his chest almost flush with yours. 

Then there was cold on your neck, and he slowly pushed himself into you as he sucked a bruise into your skin, bottoming out fully as he pulled his mouth away. He stilled his hips and pulled the earbuds out of your ears, allowing you to hear what was happening. “How does that feel baby?” For a split second you were confused, but then cold reappeared on your body, rubbing around your nipples and breasts and cold beads of liquid dripping down your skin.

You let out another gasp, and he could feel your pussy clamp down on his length. With a chuckle, he pinched your nipple harshly making you squeal and squirm. “That’s not an answer, babygirl.” Your words were breathy, but you got them out anyway. “F-feels good, Daddy.” A deep satisfied hum rumbled through his chest and he kissed your neck softly, “There we go. Now tell me what you want baby.”

He rolled his hips into you, grinding into you before stilling again. You answered through a lengthy moan, knowing he’d fuck you thoroughly, but only if you asked him to. And that’s exactly what you were going to do. “Please fuck me, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.” He sighed out in your ear and his hand found its way to your neck, but there was almost no pressure on your throat. “Good girl,” he growled into your ear, and the praise made you shudder.

Slowly, he pulled out and thrust back into you, grinding his cock into your walls and dragging the head along your g-spot perfectly. He kept that slow pace, the hand at your throat moving to your hip. The other was rubbing another ice cube over your skin, making you shiver and clench down on his cock. He massaged the ice into your skin, slowly rocking his hips into yours, until it was completely melted and his fingers began to warm you again.

It was almost torture how slow he fucked you, how steady he ground his cock along your wet walls. You were mewling underneath him, whimpering and bucking your hips to get him to move faster. Your limbs tugged at your restraints, wanting nothing more than to tangle your hands in his hair and wrap your legs around his waist, pull him into you faster, harder. He knew what you wanted, you knew he did, but he wanted you to ask for it. He would wait, slowly thrust up into you until you asked him like the good little girl you are. And by god were you his good girl. 

“Daddy~ Please Daddy, more~” Your voice was almost a whine as you begged him for more, begged for him to go harder. Still dragging out his thrusts, a hand came up to your chin, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip. His breath was warm on your face, heavy pants rolling over your skin. “More what sweetheart? What does my baby want?” With a whine you bucked your hips, only barely managing the movement with one of his hands still gripping your hip tight. 

“Use your words baby. You have to tell Daddy what you want.” You nearly sobbed when his cock head dragged harshly against your g-spot. “Please fuck me harder, Daddy! I need it~” He groaned out at your needy state, “Good fucking girl. You’re Daddy’s good girl aren’t you~” It wasn’t phrased as a question, more fact, but you found yourself nodding anyway. His hands gripped your hips and he pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting his hips back to yours.

You moaned out with each snap of his hips, his pace slowly getting faster and heavier. Soon he was pounding into you, and that coil in your stomach tightened, your legs tensing and pulling at the ropes connecting you to the bed. Tenya knew how close you were, pussy fluttering wildly around his cock signaling him of your nearing climax. He pressed two fingers into your mouth, and you suckled on them, coating them in saliva before he pulled them away and rubbed at your clit.

The contact had you gasping for air, panting hard as your orgasm built up even further. Tenya leaned down and kissed you, deep and passionate, tongue twisting with yours. That’s all it took to have you cumming, and he swallowed your sobbed moans as your pussy clamped down around him. He kept pounding into you, dragging out that high just a little before he was pumping hot ropes of cum into you, thrusting a few more times before he stilled completely.

Still inside you, he untied your limbs and blindfold, and pulled you into his chest as he rolled onto his side, peppering kisses onto your face. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at Tenya, tired and satisfied, and he kissed you sweetly as you relaxed into him further. “How are you feeling?” You nod softly, “Good. Thank you Tenya.” He pulled you in and hugged you tight. “Of course baby. You did so good for me. Such a good girl.” The praise had you feeling all warm and fuzzy, and you nuzzled into him.

“Let’s go get cleaned up and go to bed okay?” You nodded as he carried you into the bathroom. You washed up and cuddled in bed until you fell asleep, at home in his arms.

[notyetneedcoffee]

Wild Call

Part of the Calling Series

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+, Loads of lovely smut!

“Please...” You practically whined into the phone. Bucky’s thick rich chuckle made you bite your lip. “Come on. Just for a minute.”

“Doll.” His voice dropped an octave. “We’ve only got another thirty minutes and we’ll be in a conference room together. It’s not that long until you can see me in person.”

“But it’s a meeting.” You sighed, teasing. “Are you saying you want to whisper filthy words in my ear until I come all over my hand in front of everyone at a meeting.”  

“Doll...”

“Work me up until I’m a desperate mess, and beg you to throw me on the table a fuck me hard.” You heard him growl deep. “Let them all see that I’m yours, only yours. Claim me before everyone until I come so hard that flood over your cock and scream your name.”

Bucky’s voice growled out, a rough whisper. “Cruel, woman. You know I’m not alone and can’t get away. I’m going to make you pay.”

“Mmm.” You purred. “Promise.”  

“Vixen.” He hung up.

You had so much work, but you just wanted to lock yourself in Bucky’s quarters and tie him down.  

The volume roiling out of the conference room nearly had you turning on your heels and blowing off the whole meeting. The entire day, every little thing, seemed to getting more and more on your nerves.  Nothing went easy. Every lab test some how screwed up. Even F.R.I.D.A.Y. sounded argumentative.  

“Hey doc!” Tony called out when you came in. “Are we going to call it the Feel Rage Flu or the Hulk-lite Virus.”

“Not funny.” Banner moaned, despite Sam and Clint’s snickering.

“In actuality, it doesn’t just seem to affect the amygdala. There is a whole cascade of biochemical reactions. So, the hyper-rage your captive experienced could well have been any number of other strong emotional reactions.” You slapped folder on the table. “However, it’s is an engineered virus. Feel free to come up with some witty bullshit name for that if you’d like.”

“You okay, doc?” Sam’s smile fell away.

“Sorry.” You dropped into your chair. “Sorry, Tony. I’m just having one of those days, and now my head is splitting.”

“No worries.” Tony nodded.  

Steve and Bucky joined the group last. Cap moved to a seat near Tony at the head of the table, but Bucky slipped into the seat beside you. He rolled his chair close to you, knees spread wide to practically encompass you.  

You breathed deep and instantly felt better as his scent filled your head. He’d showered since you’d seen him that morning, you could smell the soap he kept in the locker room. Bucky’s left hand settled on the back of your neck, cool and comforting. A sigh escaped your lips.

“Doll,” His breath whispered against your ear. “I’m going to get back at you.” He expected a flush or jab back. Instead you just squeezed his knee. “You okay?”

“Headache.” You glanced over. His eyes were so blue, intense on just you. So gorgeous. “Better now.” He gave you that radiant smile. Your stomach fluttered. The urge to crawl up on his lap and bury your face in his neck felt nearly overwhelming.  

“Doc,” Tony’s voice pulled your attention away. “You don’t agree with Bruce. It could be contagious.”

“Um, yeah.” You realized you’d missed part of the meeting. “I know the numbers are infinitesimal but given the right genetic disposition and exposure. Yes, it could be contagious. Thankfully, it seems to react to a treatment Dr. Cho developed last year. I’ve set F.R.I.D.A.Y. to synthesizing a few doses. It will be done tomorrow.”

“Is he still, um, combative?” Steve asked about the enemy agent brought in four days ago who exhibited the crazed behavior. He’d been shot four times and Steve broke his right forearm and left femur before he went down.

“We’re keeping him sedated.” Banner mumbled.  

“Every time he’s brought out of it at all, he thrashes and screams. We’re not going to get any useful information out of him until he’s given this treatment.” Natasha answered more clearly.  

“Well, no one is claiming him. No one his taking credit for the attack either.” Steve tapped his fingers absently on the table. “What have we found about the equipment we recovered?”

They began comparing notes on the evidence collected at the scene of the attack. You lost track as your hand slid over Bucky’s leg. He had the best thighs, strong and muscular. When your fingers, tightened and massaged into the muscle, Bucky adjusted his hips. You bit your lip, moving your hand higher.

His hand covered yours, halting your progress. You looked up, Bucky’s face betrayed nothing but the pupils of his were wider. A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. Fuck, he was gorgeous. Your fingers entwined with his as you thought about running you tongue along that sharp jaw, sucking on that soft lower lip, teasing that talented tongue of his.  

“Doll.” Bucky leaned closer whispering. “You’re flush, babe, looking a little glassy. Do you have a migraine coming on or something? You want me to take you to lie down?”

“Yes.” You whispered back, eyes never leaving his mouth. “Bed would be good.”

He stood, making an excuse and led you from the room. Following, still holding his hand, you remained quiet until you were alone in the elevator. The moment the doors closed, you leaned against him and tucked your face into his neck. Your free hand slid over his tight abs and tugged at his Henley until your fingers touched flesh.

“Whatcha doing, Doll?” Bucky’s arm circled around you, holding you close. “Thought your head was hurting.”

“Feeling better.” You purred, cupping him through his jeans. “I’m pretty sure with a little help I could feel amazing.”

The elevator doors opened and you pulled him toward his suite. You heard his quiet chuckle, but you just wanted to make him moan. As soon as the door closed, you wound your fingers in his hair and pulled his face down to meet yours. His mouth moved to kiss you playfully, but you nipped his lower lip and slid your tongue along his.  

Bucky inhaled deep, pulling you closer. Yes. His body was solid, warm. Pulling his shirt, you broke away long enough to tug it over his head. “Fuck,” you licked and kissed your way across his powerful chest. “You are so sexy.”

“Doll,” Bucky sighed as you pulled at his belt.  

“I want you to fuck me hard.” You looked up, smiling. “But I want to ride one of these amazing thighs first.”    

His brow arched, smiling, as he let you lead him to the sofa by the belt. You slipped his belt off, and undid his jeans, but pushed him to a sitting positing before removing them. He watched as you shed your clothes, quickly tossing everything aside.  

When you crawled up to straddle his right thigh, one hand rested on his shoulder and the other dipped between your own legs. Soaking wet, you gathered slick on your fingers before bringing them to Bucky’s lips. His tongue flicked out, tasting you once before his hand encircled your wrist and sucked your fingers into his mouth.

With a moan, you rubbed yourself against his powerful thigh. The denim harsh but heaven against your sensitive flesh. Riding, rubbing harder, you began to soak his leg. Bucky’s hands kneaded the flesh of your ass as he watched you, mouth open and eyes dark.

“Damn, Doll.” He breathed. “You gonna come for me right here?”

“Yes,” You panted, touching his chest and tasting his neck. “God, I love the way you feel, the way you smell.” You licked his lips. “The way you taste.”

His left hand wound in your hair and he kissed you hard. You ground yourself into his thigh, setting you on fire. Tension coiled low in your belly. Bucky’s other hand pulled at your nipple. You shook, moaning into his mouth. Moving desperately, rutting hard, you began to shake.

Bucky’s hand pulled your hair tighter. “Yes.”

Fire flared over you. Everything snapped. Shaking, coming hard, you soaked his thigh.

“Hell, yes.” Bucky kissed you deep and slow.

But you pressed against him, turning the kiss desperate. “Yes. Fuck yes. More. Bucky, fuck me hard.”

You slid from his lap, tugging off his shoes and socks before coaxing him to lift his hips. He chuckled and your hurried attempt to get him naked. When you took him in your mouth, taking him deep, it changed to a feral growl.  

He tasted so good. The smell of him made your mouth water, drool soaking his cock and rolling down your chin. Silky soft skin over steel. Powerful, long, thick, irresistibly male. You felt your cunt clench, so turned on by sucking his cock.  

Your hand slipped down, only barely needing to rub your clit before you were coming again.

“Oh fuck, Babe.” Bucky pulled you up by the arms to kiss you again. “Holy shit.”

“Bucky.” You whined, touching, rubbing. “I need more. Fuck me.”    

He flipped you around, on your knees and pushing you into the back of sofa. Hands dug into your ass cheeks, pulling them apart. You gasped at wet heat of his mouth attacking your dripping cunt. “So good.” He growled. “All mine.”

You reached back and gripped a handful of his hair, hard. “Yes!”  

His teeth bit into the flesh of your ass cheek, with a growl. He leaned forward, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. You pulled his hair harder. He growled, taking your arm and bending it behind your back as he slammed into you, rough.  

“Fuck yes!” Your free hand gripped the back of sofa as Bucky pounding into you hard and fast. Fire filled your veins. The smell of sweat and sex and Bucky filled your head. Slick dripped down your thighs. You buried your face in the back of the sofa, hand pulling at your nipple.  

“Mine.” Bucky growled. “Tease me. Fill my head with fucking you, making you come, in front of everyone. Showing them your mine.”

Imagining everyone watching, of Bucky being domineering, of wrecking you under their desperate eyes made everything snap. Your body shook. Fire blazed across your skin. A strangled scream tore from your throat. You flooded over his cock

“Oh, holy shit.” Buck ground into you hard, coming deep inside. As you quivered, panting, he gathered you against him and carried you to the bathroom.

He sat you down and turned to start the shower. “We’ll get cleaned up, and rest for a bit before going out for dinner. Unless you want me to order in?”

You rubbed against his back like a cat. His ass was perfect, strong and powerful. His scent was amazing. You licked a long line up his spine. His words finally began to sink in. “I want to go back to bed.” Your hands snaked around to dance his abs. “I need you in me.”  

Bucky turned in your arms, and you practically climbed him. Arms around his neck, your leg came up over his hip. He pulled you close to him, but his eyes were full of question. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Maybe a little,” You bit your lip, smiling wickedly. “But you could throw me down and fuck me to unconsciousness. I want you to fill me up, fuck me more.”

“Doll,” He combed his fingers through your hair, studying your face. “Doll, you okay?”

“No,” your body writhed against him, desperate for release.

“Could this be that virus you were talking about? The one that affects that part of your brain?”

“Bucky, please.” You managed to lift you other leg, rubbing your wet pussy along his cock.  

“Babe.” He growled, holding you still, gripping hard. “Think. Answer me.”

“Could be. Passion originates in the same center as aggression. It’s more complicated. Involves more parts of the brain. God, I want you to pound me.”

“I should call Bruce.”

“No,” You whined. “I want to fuck you.”

“Maybe Steve.”

“You want me to fuck Steve?”

“What?!” Bucky’s voice cracked. “No, Doll. For help.”

“You want Steve’s help to fuck me.” You pulled forward, running your tongue over his neck. “Whatever it takes. Bucky, I need your cock in me now.”

“Oh shit.” His head fell back. “You said the treatment will be ready tomorrow.” You rubbed your wet cunt against his cock. “Fuck. Ah. I suppose we just wear you out and if that doesn’t work, then I’ll call for help.”

“Buck.” You looked him in the eye. “Please.”

He lowered you onto his cock with groan.  

“Yes!”

Your crawled your way to consciousness slowly. Light warmed your eyelids. Your body felt warm, but sore. You rolled over. The ache between your legs bringing memories flooding back. Oh my, you thought. You really did come until you passed out.  

Licking your chapped lips, you swallowed against the awful taste in your mouth. Eyes cracking open, you could see you were still in Bucky’s room. The curtain was partially open, making the room light. You tried to sit up, feeling pains in your limbs and a particular sore spot on your right ass cheek.  

“Hey sleepyhead.” Bucky came in with a glass of water and couple pills. “How are feeling?”

“Sore, and weirdly hungover.” You rubbed your eyes.

“Helen came by really early and administered a sedative to knock you out until the antidote was ready.” A wicked grin spread across his face. “It’s nearly six in the evening. You really needed the sleep.”

A tired laugh burst from your chest. “Ah, yeah. The antidote. Guess I was right about it being contagious.”  

Bucky say down next you grinning like a fool. “At least you wanted to fuck me instead of fight me.” He handed you the pills. “Helen said to take these. They’ll help with the soreness.”

“Oh, god. This is going to be embarrassing. What did you tell her?”

“That I thought you had whatever it was, because of how you were acting.” He chuckled. “When I told her you finally passed out after we finished round nine, she got really uncomfortable and didn’t want to know any more.”

You laughed, hard.

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[vesperstalksclones]

Wrecker x Mando Femme OC

The Naked Truth

(18 +) explicit

So this is a gratuitous smut snippet of a Wrecker centered Bad Batch story, post Order 66. But of course, I'm writing the juicy parts first lol. I wanted to post because who knows if I'll finish it, and tumblr needs some Wrecker smut! So, following is unprotected sex, a difficult first coupling, ample fondling, and one surprisingly gentle guy, which is still pretty rough since he's built like a draft horse.... and hung like one... 😳

Quick synopsis:

(OH please pardon my lazy editing, I forgot to go spell check my Mando'a, so I kriffed up a few things 🤨)

The crew have been hiring themselves out to make $$ to fuel the Maurauder, buy supplies, etc. They take a job as armed support for a Mandalorian cell on a rather obscure outer rim planet, who have been clashing with the local crime syndicate. He meets Kessa-Lan, a stoic female warrior with a knack for explosives and an excellent rifleman. Of course our big goofy boy is smitten instantly, but her voice! Its all husky and full of pepper (think like Demi Moore) and he is going to die from loving it. But.. she refuses to take her helmet or armor off in his presence, but not because of strict code; Kessa was injured badly several years ago when her village was attacked by several of the crime family's enforcers. The burns resulted in the loss of her right arm, and her neck, shoulder, and face on the right side are terribly scarred. She has no ear on that side, and half her face is covered by cybernetic skin, with a replacement eye as well. She grows her hair in to thick braids, woven with beads and mementos, so that the locks can hide some of the disfigurement. She is ashamed and afraid that he wouldn't be so enamored if he saw her properly. So some stuff happens… pew pew, boom, pew, etc,etc. Wrecker ends up captured by the crime syndicate's local cell, with a few of Kessa's Vode, and he recognizes their sigil as the group who destroyed Kessa's village and harmed her so terribly. He manages to trick them into bringing him to a meeting hall alone, so they don't use the others as human shields to keep him in check. He taunts the leader in to a one on one fight (they think he's heavily sedated) and when they've uncuffed him, he visits some terrible hell on the three odd dozen elites, but suffers serious injuries in the process. The Bad Batch finds him and rushes off planet to an old friend with a bacta tank and the medical skills to save him. Upon returning, the Batch proceeds to obliterate the criminals and Wrecker seeks out his love interest, hoping she is at least a little bit happy to see him.

 

       OOOOO Here's the good stuff OOOOO

Wrecker Circled her silently, looking her up and down with a quiet intensity. A few times he stilled, and she felt the calloused pads of his fingers ghost over a scar or a patch of freckles. Stopping behind her, his hands came to rest on her shoulders, thumbs caressing for a moment before they slid to her wrists and gently lifted her arms to the air. She felt him shift, no doubt examining them as he had done the rest of her, running his fingers along the lengths, assessing the differences between the one, flesh and bone, and the other, cold cybernetics. 

"Beautiful." He whispered so low she could barely make out the word.

"Hmmm?" 

"Beautiful, Mesh'la." He reached for her wrists again, raising her arms higher and positioning them around his neck, "You're a dream come to life." 

She leaned against him as his lips brushed her undamaged shoulder, nibbling a gentle path towards her neck. 

Retracing the path along her arms, he splayed his fingers wide and his great hands smoothed along her sides and over her hips, climbing up over her abdomen and ribs in slow circuits. When his lips reached her cheek, she turned her face, catching them with her own, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her torso, pulling her as flush against him as he could manage. He sighed into her mouth, kissing and licking at her softly. 

For a moment Kessa was able to appreciate that no matter how brutally strong this behemoth may be, he had an inherently gentle heart. She had half expected to be flung down and ravaged by Wrecker the moment she bared her skin to him, as eagerly as he had flirted with her and as hungry as his eyes always were. She certainly hadn't expected this sensual caressing as he savored her in his arms. Despite the tautness of every muscle she could feel against her back, and the slight tremor in his hands, he held himself quiet and steady.

He broke away from her, turning his gaze back down her body, thoroughly enjoying the view. He slumped backwards, leaning against the crude table, hands full of her breasts as he arched her against him, and she hissed as he toyed with the dark peaks of her nipples. He experimented for a few moments, weighing her in his hands, varying the force of his grasp, rolling and pinching at the buds until he found just the right movement to make her whimper.

"That's right Sugar, sing for me so I know what you like…." he growled low in her ear, his voice growing impossibly deeper. One of his massive paws had crept to the juncture of her thighs, and he traced the crease thoughtfully. "Spread your legs, Dala. I want to touch you". 

She obliged, wiggling her hips as she did so, feeling his hard member ride up against the small of her back. Wrecker hummed in appreciation, as his fingers crept into her warmth and, finding her slick and eager for him, dove right in. Seeking out the bundle of nerves at the front, he stroked with two fingers, trapping the delicate flesh and sending marvelous tingling sensations through her belly. 

"Remember… my tongue was here before…" he whispered, ".. but you hid the rest of you then, all tucked away in that armor and that helmet… killed me to have to listen to you through a moderator." The two fingers flexed and curled, and then plunged inside her, and she clamped around them with a ragged moan, her jaw dropping open from the sudden intrusion. " Kriffing hell! That's nice!" he gasped into her neck.

He thrust into her eagerly, dragging his thumb across her clit each time, spurred along by Kessa's mewls and cries. 

"Fuck! That voice ad'ika! Just listening t'ya could finish me!" He scraped his teeth along her jaw, and she could feel him trembling against her, his breath warm and moist at her ear. "So many times, all I could think was what you'll sound like when you take my cock."

She squirmed, rocking her hips and riding his hand. "Ah.. Wrecker! I want you inside me cy'aire, please!"

"Not yet, doll. Ladies first, then we'll see what happens." He couldn't ignore the burst of sensation brought on by her plea, begging for him to stuff himself between her thighs, and he couldn't help but to roll his hips against her, finding small satisfaction in rutting against her lower back.

"So tight, love. I'm giving you another…" he ground out hoarsely, before adding a third thick finger to her besh, groaning in satisfaction as she arched against him with a sob. "I'm so 'fraid I'll hurt you." 

He felt her relax after a few thrusts, her slick running down the back of his hand. Her sounds were growing more frantic, and she was moving against him with purpose… "Are you there Sugar? Give it to me doll, come for me…let it go..." he pleaded gently.

She pulled his hand roughly to her breast, and he massaged and plucked at her roughly, causing Kessa to yelp and tighten around his knuckles. He stroked her only a few more times before she stiffened and shuddered, giving a broken cry. Wrecker watched in awe as the climax washed over her features, feeling her body contract around his fingers, her nails scraping at his shoulders. He could have wept at the sight, her lashes fanned over her dark cheek… the slight chatter of her teeth as her head lolled against his shoulder.. She drew out such profound feelings in him, his beautiful, pepper voiced, warrior goddess… that is if he wasn't so insanely desperate to pound her 'til her bones rattled.

Chest heaving, Kessa made to move away and he withdrew carefully. She turned and plastered herself against his chest, beaming up at him, one soul-less cybernetic eye blazing red, the other an explosion of green and gold and brown, a swirl of starlit colors as stunning as the glowing gas nebulae he had seen in his travels. 

 "Now!" She gasped, breathless still, "I want you on top of me!"

"Hmmmm.. mesh'la I don't dare."

Her eyes widened in confusion.

"Kess'ika, there isn't a soft surface anywhere in here; I'd beat you to hell darlin. I know my strength and I know how stupid I'm gonna get." 

He rose from where he leaned against the rough work table, considering it carefully.

"But this'll do, I'll break this instead!" He shoved it back hard against the wall with a soft chuckle and turned to reach for her. She came to him eagerly, and he scooped her up, grinding her against  him a few times with a satisfied groan, and he deposited her on the surface. 

"You're ready for me?" He asked, drawing himself close between her legs.

"Um-hmm. Wrecker, take this off." She demanded gently, tugging at the skin tight black shirt he wore. He obligingly peeled it upwards and felt her hands on his skin before it cleared his shoulders. Flinging the garment away he admired the look on Kessa's face as she explored his chest and abdomen. 

"These look terrible." She whispered, her fingers ghosting over the newly healed blaster wounds. 

He gently butted his head against hers. "They're worth it if it means you sleep better at night." He grinned as he kissed her; she framed his face with her hands, deepening the kiss, and when he opened for her, Kessa's tongue brushed over his, making him see stars. 

He jerked his trousers down his thighs and pressed her backwards upon the bench. Wrecker grasped her knees, spreading her wide before him and rolled himself against her, gliding his rigid cock through her wetness for good measure. She pushed up on her elbows, watching him thoroughly wet himself, before fisting his member and aligning himself with her opening.

Seven hells, he was big, well proportionally correct anyway for a man the size of a mountain, and she realized his purpose in using his fingers first... it would have been difficult without some preparation. He pushed against her, gritting his teeth with strain. Her jaw fell slack as he stretched her, his rounded head easing its way in. 

"Is this alright cy'aire?" He hissed. "Hurts?"

He paused, shaking against her as he struggled with his overtaxed libido. 

"Yes, love, I'm alright," she held his gaze, wanting him to see clearly that she wasn't lying for his benefit. She groped for his hands where they held her hips tightly, clinging to them for stability. He continued to push in to her, pausing to withdraw and return to claim another inch of her space. Her muscles burned as she took him, but it wasn't unbearable and each gentle motion felt better than the last. 

"Give me all of you, Wrecker. I'm ready," She gasped. 

He watched her for a moment, sweat beading on his forehead from the tension, and then flexed his ass and plunged forward, landing flush against her thighs and she wailed under him.

"Fuck! Kessa, I'm sorry! I'll stop…" 

"No! Wrecker don't you dare!" She dug her nails into his wrists. "Just hold still a moment." She drew a deep breath willing her protesting muscles to relax, as he gently kneaded her hips.

"Kessa, we don't have to do this, love..."

"I'm ok cy'aire. It's just.. it's been a long, long time, and you're… well… you!" She gave a tug at both arms. 

"Again, just start slowly, I was made for this, you know."

"To be mated by a bantha??"

She burst out laughing, and his eyes rolled back in his head from the contractions it caused around his cock. 

"Jengo's bones woman! Kriffing HELL that feels amazing!"

"You said before you liked my voice enough to get off on it," She quipped, a coy look settling on her face.

"No doubt."

He stooped and kissed her hungrily, before bracing his palms on the table and tentatively moved his hips against her. Gradually he withdrew and then returned, filling her to bursting. She felt him drag against the most deliciously sensitive places, and each one sent hot electricity up her spine. Catching his honey brown eyes, she nodded and he quickened his movements, breathing raggedly from the sensations. 

"Kessa… " he uttered her name again and again, like a prayer. " Oh… Kessa... Gods… you feel so good, woman.. I can't…  I can't believe .. you let me … touch you like this!" Wrecker gasped, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts. "Wanted you for so damn long. Want you for myself… keep you…  My woman.."

"You'd better ruin every other cock for me then" she replied, the words turning in to breathy moans. 

With a sound somewhere between a groan and a snarl, he roughly gathered her up in his arms, his kiss pressing her into the table, his thighs slamming forward harshly against the wooden edges - and they were vaguely aware of the sound of something breaking. She mewled into his mouth, clawing at his back and neck, desperate to pull him closer than he already was. 

"Are you going to come on my cock, love?" He growled. She couldn't do much more than whimper. "Come on mesh'la, scream for me. Wanna feel you!" He reared up, cradling her hips in an iron grip as he rammed into her, feral noises curling from deep within his chest. Kessa dug her nails against the table, watching his member disappear within her again and again, shining with her slick. She knew that she only ever wanted him. No other man should ever have her this way. 

"Wrecker… I love you cy'aire, only you.. I'm yours however you want me.." she cried as her tension built, her release looming. "Come inside me cy'aire, I want you to…" something shattered within her and her climax washed over her. The world turned upside-down and the stars exploded in her eyes, and she screamed, just like he'd asked..

Seeing Kessa coming undone beneath him, her hot tight muscles contracting around him proved his undoing. A hard thrust, and another, and the third had him surging into her, her cries ringing in his ears; a more beautiful sound he had never heard, and his own climax claimed him, drawing blackness across his eyes. 

He didn't quite faint; he was still sailing on the ripples of the best orgasm he had ever had, and his vision slowly came to focus. Kessa was watching him with a look of immense satisfaction, like a proud loth-cat who had just eaten the proverbial song bird.. He was trembling still, with the occasional harsh shudder as she continued still to tighten and relax against his softening cock. 

He reached for her chin. "Kessa, did I hurt you sweetheart?"

"Yes." She groaned. "It was amazing. Do it again."

He wasn't quite sure what to make of that, when she grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a wet kiss.

 "I meant what I said. Wrec."

He grinned crookedly and kissed her back. "We need to find a proper bed darlin'. 

Pretty sure this pic is by Mollo101; whose Star Wars art is AMAZING!! Sorry so dark and melancholy, but there is a lack of Wrecker fanart out there!

[harringtonheartache]

Daybreak | Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Lab Escapee! Reader?

Summary: Part thirteen of this fic. Doc. Steve is left without much option and has to help Nine himself. 

Word Count: 1,600 +

Warning(s): Descriptions of blood and injury

A/N: Ironic I’m posting this a few hours before I have surgery myself (wisdom teeth, nothing too serious). Hopefully it will be less painful than I wrote this to be. Leave me some comments to wake up to. P.S. I’m sorry this chapter is shorter than usual, I just finished online classes and wanted to put something out before I’ll be in recovery for a bit. Enjoy!

Nine’s skin folded around the shard of clay that stuck out of it. The red blood it had been painted with made it look like a tongue sticking out from a mouth. Laying on the bed, the rest of her body wasn’t in the best condition either, but the bruises and scrapes fell secondary in priority. The threat of infection in her left arm had the first aid kit in Steve’s lap as he sat bedside in a chair. 

“What, you’re just going to take it out while she's sleeping?” Dustin chimed in from behind as he watched, still yet to excuse himself as Hopper had done. 

“I’m going to try. What, you want to try to wake her up first?” Steve said. His sarcasm was quieter than Dustin’s concerned blabbing, as if he actually were scared to wake her. 

Dustin made a noise of discomfort; something between a groan and a sigh. “I still can’t believe we can’t take her to the hospital,” he added to his vocal performance. 

“I really wish we could,” was all Steve said as he pulled a rubber glove from the kit over his hand.

His fingers reached out to touch the fragment, but pulled away as if it hurt him to make contact. Steve squirmed. He muttered something under his breath  — a curse word Dustin had probably screamed earlier. Feeling the heaviness of his breath, he thought for a second that he should be wearing a mask. Gripping the shard fully now, he inhaled before beginning to pull. He managed it a few centimeters out of her arm before Nine shifted in the bed. She made a brief noise, an exhale of distress as her eyes scrunched. 

Steve’s eyes shot up to look at her, then back down to his work. “I’m sorry,” he spoke to her gently, his eyebrows furrowing as he winced at her display of pain. If the hurt was this sobering to her, she’d not sleep through the entire operation. Behind Steve a few steps, Dustin was covering his mouth with both hands. His internal monologue was panicked, but he kept it to himself. 

Steve readjusted his grip and inhaled again. He wanted to close his eyes but knew it was his responsibility to pay intense attention to what he was doing. He pulled again, a little bit harder, this time enough to unwedge the fragment almost completely. Nine tossed again, more violently than before as a weak cry came from her mouth. Steve’s left hand gripped her arm tightly to steady it against her thrashing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Steve spoke as he pulled the clay entirely from her skin. “You’re-”. Steve’s reaffirming words were cut off as Nine heaved again. He quickly scooted back from the bed a little and dropped the removed sliver into the trash can that had been pulled to his side. He stood up, moving to stand overtop of Nine. Her eyes started to blink open, watering heavily and trying to focus on anything through the tears. Steve’s hands clasped down on her shoulders in an attempt to still her, but she kept thrashing. “Hey, hey, hey, Nine it’s me. It’s Steve. You’re okay- just-” His words barely registered to her and her movements didn’t halt. “You have to be still, Nine. You’re okay. It’s me, Steve.” His voice was desperate.

Her mouth was open as her chest rose and fell vigorously. Since the removal of the object blocking her wound from profuse bleeding, her arm was streaming red. The excitement caused blood to fly against the chair Steve had abandoned. His hands were still strongly upon Nine’s shoulders, and after a few more seconds she began to calm. Another cry left her mouth as it trembled, and she turned her head to her left to look down upon her ripped up arm. “You’re okay, you’re okay I swear. We just need to get you stitched up,” Steve spoke at her frantic consciousness, hair hanging in front of his face.He wanted her to look at him, but she was trying to understand where the pain was coming from. “Dustin, come help me,” he added, tossing his head back so his voice reached the boy. “Wha-” he started to object, but didn’t finish. “Just come keep her steady while I clean her arm.”

Dustin circled around to the opposing side of the bed with speed. “I’m going to let go of you now, but you need to stay still, okay? I’m right here, I just need to clean your arm up,” Steve said, slow to remove his hands from her shoulders. He pulled the chair from behind him and sat back down. To her right, Dustin took ahold of her free hand. “You’re okay,” he said, mimicking Steve’s words. He placed his other hand on her shoulder.

Nine swallowed against the dryness of her throat, head following Steve’s movements and watching him with fluttering eyelids, only partially acquainted with reality. He squeezed the wound as gently as he could, allowing blood to carry bacteria out from the gash. This didn’t calm Nine, though, and a broken sob wracked her. Steve continued his apologies as he found the rubbing alcohol. The sting from the soaked cotton wasn’t as contrite, and the material turned red quickly after being pushed against her skin. 

The look on Steve’s face was genuinely apologetic  — maybe even pained, too. A frown stayed on his mouth even as he bit at his lower lip tightly. He kept his head down as he rummaged through the kit to find the suture. This would be the worst part. 

“I have to stitch your arm up now”. He spoke to Nine but his words were lost in her clouded mind. She didn’t respond but her throat let out a stifled gasp, like she were trying to breathe underwater. “Here,” he paused, picking up a small folded towel he had taken from his bathroom. “Bite down on this if you have to”. She nodded — or maybe her head was just falling in her struggle to remain still — and took the cloth between her teeth when he offered it to her. 

She did bite down, hard, when he punctured her skin. Two, three punctures and she was screaming through the fabric, her strained voice muffled only semi-effectively. She had thrown her head back to face the ceiling now, but her eyes were closed. A tear still escaped her squeezed eyelid, though, and traveled down the length of her cheek. She arched her back slightly in her anguished state. Dustin squeezed her hand but it wasn’t felt over the pain taking over the left half of her body. Steve told her that she was doing good, but that wasn’t heard, either.

After the stitches had been finished, Nine was almost completely gone to unconsciousness again. Steve’s hand was hot against her wrist as he held her arm for bandaging, a thick layer of white gauze wrapped over itself multiple times. The wrappings covered almost half of her arm, perhaps overdone in length but snug, nonetheless. Medical supplies decorated every nearby countertop and loose bandaids that had been tossed out of the way sat forgotten on the floor. Steve didn’t concern himself with cleanup, yet, instead taking Nine’s free hand within his own and dropping his head to rest on the side of the bed. It was after this that she fully returned to sleep, the touch of his skin now soothing  within her incapable but longing grasp. 

-

Nine’s head was turned opposite from her damaged arm, her body victim to a heavy sleep as she laid on the bed that had acted as an operating table. Steve had cleaned up his doctoral station and now sat to her right in a chair contrary to where he had performed his medical aid. His head rested against his hand —  skin he had to scrub clean of Nine’s blood in the bathroom sink minutes prior. He traced over her face with his eyes, heart finally calming at her sedate composure. Dustin entered the room once again, landing behind Steve and looking over his watchful posture. He stayed silent for a minute, then spoke up. “You gotta confess, dude,” he said. His words drew Steve from his focused state, eyes dragging lazily away from Nine as if he had just been woken. It took him a second to register the comment. “Huh-” he registered it, then sighed. “I’m not going to try to convince you that we’re not dating anymore. We’re not, but I don’t have your... combative... persistence,” he said, hand waving in the air as he tried to formulate what it was of Dustin’s he didn’t have. Dustin laughed lightly beside him, quiet, like he just couldn’t help himself. “I’m not talking about that, Steve,” he said. They were facing one another now, and Dustin scoffed at Steve’s bewildered expression. “You gotta tell her that you’re like, in love with her. It’s painfully obvious… just confess to her,” he said, an airiness to his last few words as his hands swirled in front of him to accent his speech. 

Steve’s face drew blank. He parted his lips to oppose, then shut them as he sighed again. “I’m not-” he attempted to think up a response that wouldn’t sound inculpating. His mind drew blank, too, and he dropped it. “She has bigger things to worry about”. He settled his breath.

Dustin stayed silent but smiled wildly, though Steve had looked away from him and back to Nine. He spoke in a hushed tone as he continued. “Besides, this is her safe space. It doesn’t matter how I feel,” he paused. “-or don’t feel”. Dustin rolled his eyes, but he didn’t see it. “I can’t make her uncomfortable with feeling she doesn’t… have experience with. I can’t take her haven away. I care about her, that’s all that matters”. 

-

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[duker42]

Levi and his shy, virgin s/o are about to have sex but she gets scared and runs away and Levi chases after her and brings her back to bed. Finally, he is in the middle of making hot, passionate, sexy love to her and she’s about to climax but since she’s a virgin she’s like, “I can’t do it, I can’t do it!” But Levi holds her down and reassures her that she can and gets rougher. The rest is up to you. Can you plz add nsfw and lots of fluff and spice plz?

So I snickered quite a bit at the image of a naked Levi chasing Y/N down the hallway of the castle, not gon lie.😂😂😂😂😂😂

*****WARNING*****NSFW

💜Virgin💜

Never in his life did Levi think he would be chasing his girlfriend down the corridors of the castle, butt fucking naked. He could only thank the Gods that it was well after curfew so no one saw their Captain running after Y/N, cock bobbing in the exposed air. 

It wasn’t really that far away from him room when he caught her, but Hanji or even Erwin would never let him live this down if they had found out about it. He clamped a hand down over her mouth and steered her back towards his open door. When he removed his hand, he looked seriously at the naked girl in his arms.

“What the hell, idiot? You want to let the entire castle know exactly what we are trying to do in here?” He asked, his voice low but the sarcasm laced throughout the words. 

Y/N shook her head bashfully and chewed the bottom of her lip before meeting his eyes. “I-I’m sorry. I j-just got scared.”

He softened. He hadn’t expected her to freak out when he took his clothes off, but he had know she was a virgin. “Scared of what? This?” He ask, bringing her hand down to cup him. 

She gasped at the first contact with his still hard cock, and nodded. 

“Don’t be. It might be hard and big right now, but if you were to smack it hard or thump me here,” He slid her hand down to the sacs hanging beneath. “it’ll shrivel up in a heartbeat and I’ll be on the ground crying.” He was exaggerating, but if it made her smile, it was worth it.

She giggled at the idea of the powerful Captain on the ground crying as her fingers turned curious, playing with the loose skin and hefting the rounded sacs in her hands gently. Levi groaned slightly as she explored, turning to lock the damn door behind them again. 

He ran a hand up her arm and cupped the back of her head again, pulling her close for another kiss. His tongue ran over the mouth and slipped between her lips, enjoying the taste of her once again. Levi slowly started steering them back towards his bed again, him stopping when her legs hit the back of the mattress. 

When they reached the bed, he turned and sat down himself, pulling her along with him. Settling himself in the middle, he lay back, breaking their kiss and folded his hands under his head.

“Explore, Y/N.” He told her, nodding at her questioning gaze.

He left her take her time, not wanting another repeat of earlier, thinking it best that she get used to his body before taking her. He throbbed at the thought of finally being able to push inside her tight little core, but willed himself to behave.

It didn’t take long for her breathing to become heavy as she stroked and petted his skin, her own excitement building inside her. When he finally could take no more of her hands on him, he flipped them over and latched onto her mouth to absorb her surprised squeal. 

He busied himself filling his own hands with her curves. His calloused hands cupping her breasts as he nudged his cock against her hip, letting her feel him throb against her flesh. She moaned into his mouth as he pinched both of the hardened peaks. Levi moved down to capture one in his mouth, drawing it into his hot mouth as her hands carded through the strands of his hair. He knew that each pull of his mouth tugging on her nipple was going straight to her pussy, her erotic little mewls letting him know how much she enjoyed it. 

He spent forever laving and suckling on both of her pert little breasts, going no father until she was writhing underneath him, pleading for something even if she didn’t quite know what. The tugging on his hair sharp as she became more insistent.

He moved a hand down in between her legs, ignoring the sudden tenseness in them and gently felt her sex. She was slick with desire, making him groan in excitement and relief. Her arousal would help his invasion of her body. While it would be painful, he didn’t want her to have anymore pain than absolutely necessary.

He moved up to capture her lips again, moving over her and spreading her thighs to settle himself between them. He let his cock lay heavy between them, as he paused in his movements until she opened her eyes. They were so close he could see the flecks of gold in her irises, but he ignored absorbing that beautiful detail to wordlessly ask his question. 

He wasn’t moving until she spoke and nodded. He would make sure this was truly what she wanted, even if he had to stop and take a cold shower. Never wanting her to regret giving herself to him. When she finally nodded and smiled at him, he moved to guide himself against her entrance and gave her another sweet kiss. 

His hips moved forward quickly, sheathing himself fully inside her, breaking through the barrier of her innocence and coming to rest against her back wall. Her cry of pain wasn’t loud, but it still bothered him that he had hurt her. He pressed small kisses to her neck as he waited for her to relax around him and the pain to go away. Little words came out of his mouth between the pecks. I love you and It’s okay, Your perfect were dispersed along with his lips roaming her skin. 

When he finally made his way back to her mouth, she kissed him back passionately. He smiled into the kiss, as he felt her begin to move under him. Her previous discomfort gone leaving that unfulfilled ache inside her. 

He started to slowly withdraw and push back inside, watching her face as emotions crossed over it. Her brow furrowed when he pulled away, not like the empty feeling he was leaving. Her mouth opened in a soundless moan as he filled her again, the sight so erotic in its purity. 

Mindful of her newly tarnished innocence, he kept the pace slower than he wanted. He wanted to just pound into her body until she was shaking and screaming his name, but he knew she was already going to be sore, so a more sedate pace was what was needed right now. After she was used to his size could he really show her the stars beyond.

Still, even with the slower pace, the steady pumping of his cock into her body started building that feeling in the pit of Y/N's stomach, that nagging need for something to happen. It overwhelmed her, drove her to grasp at him, pulling him closer to her, not wanting him to leave her body or stop that feeling for a second. 

He felt her tremble beneath him, knew that she was building up to her orgasm. Still, he kept the steady rhythm of his hips, letting it come naturally to her. It wasn’t until she was so close to acheiving her peak that she got scared of the sensations coursing through her.

 “I can’t….Levi, I can’t…” She sobbed, so close, but the ache inside her core so overwhelming she wanted to cry. She pushed at his chest, wanting to run away from the feeling. 

“You will, Y/N.” He captures her hands and pushes them down into the mattress, holding them there as he started to drive harder into her. 

She was so close, she wasn’t going to flee before he could bring her over the edge and make her cum. His hips sped up, snapping insistently into her as he started pounding his cock against her cervix. The force behind the thrust was harder and she was reduced to just sobbing out his name with every drive into her pussy.

She moved her legs, brought them up around his waist as he worked. Tightening them around him to lock him against her, like there was any chance in hell he would leave this moment. He released her wrists and gathered her against him, tucking his head into her neck and her hands flew to his back, her nails digging into his skin as she clawed at him. 

With a wail, she finally broke apart. Her core spasmed around him as she felt the bolts of pleasure shoot through her entire body. She undulated against him, arching up as her contractions around his cock continued to milk him through his thrusts. It was perfect, so damn perfect in that moment. 

His own release was fast approaching, her virgin body so tight around him he’s surprised he hadn’t already exploded. His thrusts become erratic as he chases that release. When he feels his body tighten, he gives one final push before pulling out of her hot core to jettison his fluids harmlessly on her stomach. 

He kisses her again as he reaches beside the bed for the cloth he had put there before they had begun. He ignored her embarrassment as he wiped his cum off of her and kissed her again. Rolling over, he pulled her into his arms to savor the aftermath of their first time together, her first time at all. She lay languidly against him, sighing softly as she ran a gently hand across his chest. 

Long minutes were spent in silence before he nudged her up. “Come on Y/N. Soaking in a hot bath will help you not be so sore.” 

Y/N nodded as she followed Levi into his bathroom. She was no longer a virgin, but she still had a lot to learn about sex. She grinned. If every time was like that, she couldn’t wait to do it again.

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[slashingdisneypasta]

I don't think I've come across anyone else who writes for Hans and I intend to take full advantage of the opportunity you have presented me with. Could you please write a oneshot where the reader is like, Hans secret admirer when he returns from Aredendele? Like, no one else likes him but she leaves him little notes because she's genuinely in love with him? And then he finds out?

Sorry this took some time! ^^ I hope you like it, though! I’ve never really written for him, so, uh, I dunno?? Haha 

So you know, Y/N has been one of Hans’ maids for a long time. That’s why he knows her name, and how she can be in love with him.

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“Y/N… it was you?” The prince emerges from the darkness of the hallway, as he had been standing, and watching, for quite some time. Just out of my candles light, spying on me while I was writing his note for the day. Jesus, I’ve been here for hours, was he there the whole time??? Christ, Hans!

Like a flash I look back down at the note my thoughts had reminded me I was holding, and then back up at him as I hide it behind my back. Guiltily, I flick my head to get some hair out of my eyes, and step back closer to his bedroom door. Can’t believe he wasn’t in there this whole time. “Your highness!”

A flitter of satisfaction crosses his handsome face in the candlelight, the sky dark with stars through the window behind him. Damn, I shouldn’t have called him that! No one calls him that since he got back! Its too good for him. Man, I’m sounding more guilty, of my feelings for him by the second. “Sir,” I try again. “I was just writing you a note saying that your breakfast would b-be, ahh, late today. The chef’s going be an hour late- Hey! You don’t want to read yet! I haven’t finish-“ Before I could snatch it back further away from him or into my apron pocket without being impolite because he might be disgraced, but he is still a Prince, Hans manages to get the letter away from my fingers and step back away from me. I let out the breath I was holding, because he was so close to me, and immediately start to panic. Biting my bottom lip, I cover my face and look away in embarrassment. No way he wont figure it out now, if he hasn’t already!

“Let’s see what we have here, huh?” He teases, making my stomach roll. He’s going to make fun of me! Peaking through my fingers, I watch him stand and read todays letter, his grin slowly leaving his face as he reads.

“P-Prince Hans, please, a moment, I can explain-“

In my horrified state, I couldn’t tell you what the contents of that particular note was, that I just wrote, if you threw my feet into a bucket of ice water, but I’m suddenly terrified that I said something wrong. Or spelt something wrong- I only learnt know how to read and write from cooking books. I’m a kitchen servant! it’s not like I’ve read any romance novels at all! What do I know about love letters??

If I wasn’t so used to dealing with his brothers, I would be hyperventilating right now out of panic.

I need to go hide back under the potatoes where I belong.

It must take a full 10 minutes before he finished reading- or maybe that’s just how it felt for me. Either way, when he looks up at me, he shows me the most lovely face. Small smile, eyebrows arched just so, eyes gleaming with something gentle, and light. A kind expression, something not oft seen on Prince Hans since he came back from Arendelle.

It makes me feel like I’m turning to mush, in a good way. I missed that face when he came back. Of course, I like the stoic, sinister look he’s been carrying with him lately, too! But this particular expression just has the royal power of making your heart soar in a way it isn’t supposed to. Because, you’re a servant and he’s a prince and even if he did like you… like his expression says he does… he could never act on it.

It’s a very evil face.

“Thank you, Y/N. I… “ His pretty, perfect expression shuts off and he looks down both ends of the hallway, at empty darkness before coming forward quickly and cupping the right side of my face with one of his hands, fingers tucked under my hair and thumb on my cheek. He grins some more, this time a more sedated, mischievous grin that makes my heart pound -especially with this unseemly distance between us, - and brushes my cheek with his thumb. A small, but surprisingly heart melting gesture coming from him, aimed at me. “Would you keep leaving me these? I’ll leave you some back, if you do.” Was that a sparkle of cheekiness in his eyes when he said that? I don’t know, I’m still floored by the fact he’s touching me. His grin widens to show his teeth. “I really like them, they’re the best part of my day.”

“I, uh… I can, yes. S-Sorry, if theirs bad grammar in them. Is there is- “

He cuts me off, slightly shaking his head. “It’s perfect.”

“Okay.” I quickly respond, shutting up because I’m embarrassing myself. A chuckle escapes him, before he thinks for a second, staring at my face, then leans up and kisses my forehead. Then lets me go and opens his bedroom door.

Before he disappears into his room, though, he looks back over his shoulder and smirks at me. “And, by the way, I liked watching you write before. Twirling your hair around your finger, nibbling on the pencil… you should wear your hair down like that more, it’s pretty.”

“Oh- Thanks!” I smile, touching my hair and feeling my heart burst in my chest. Oh, that was the last straw. I’m definitely going to explode. “I… like your hair too!”

He laughs, and closes the door behind him. “Thank you!”

[loveafterthefact]

Love After the Fact Chapter 40: A Completely Unrelated Chill

Keith wakes to a third party.

TRIGGER WARNING:

-Violence

-Blood

-Magical Violence/Torment

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Keith stirs, gelid air dragging over his cheek. He sighs, settles back into his pillow. His head hurts, his throat burns, and his mind is too slow for thought. The cold can-

Wait. A completely unrelated chill rakes down his dorsal fur like icy claws. Lance closed the doors. He’s sure he remembers Lance closing the garden doors.

It’s probably nothing, but that line of fur down his back is still stiff. His ears catch the slightest rustle, a sound so unlike Lance’s.

Instincts nagging at the edge of his consciousness, Keith drags his eyes open.

In the future, Keith will blame the alcohol. It pacified him, sedated him, weighed down his brain. He’ll say he could have moved faster, that it wouldn’t have been quite so close if only he’d behaved himself.

But right now, a six-limbed, cowled intruder leans over Lance’s sleeping figure, hovering on legs, one pair of arms while a second pair hangs above his spouse's chest, prepares to plunge a wicked knife into the young prince’s chest. They’re dressed only in dark clothes, silent, movements unimpeded, but body vulnerable.

The cold. The garden doors. Someone came in through the garden- This person is here to kill his chosen mate.

It only occurs to Keith after he’s coiled himself tight, launched himself at the assassin with a feline yowl, that he is unarmed and the intruder is decidedly not. What the intruder does not have are claws, and Keith willfully, vindictively digs them into their soft flesh. He feels a warm wetness welling wherever he claws at his foe.

Lance jolts awake at Keith’s alarm, eyes wide as his spouse hits the floor on his side of the bed. The kit’s grappling with an assailant, rolling across the floor.

Instinctively, Lance floods the castle with his quintessence. The desperate cry for help rings in every occupant’s mind until it finds its target: his father, the most effective warrior Lance has ever known. The man he knows would do anything to keep him safe.

The moment he registers a flash of alarm, a familiar presence in his mind, Lance comes back to himself. Throwing himself from the bed, he runs for a panel in the wall, pulls out his bow just in time for Keith to reach his knife on the end table by their sofa.

He strings his bow in ticks, knocks an arrow in another, draws it back to his cheek, but Keith’s already won. The Galra kit shoves the would-be assassin away only to throw his knife, lodging it high in the intruder’s chest.

Blood gurgles from their mouth, dribbling blue down their chin. More of the same blossoms dark on dark fabric. The assassin falls to the floor. They lay there, choking, gasping. The spark in their eyes leaks from their wounds. Reaching out, Lance feels their life draining away. He wouldn’t try to save them even if he thought he could do it.

Lance carefully relaxes his bowstring, rushes forward. “Are you alright?!”

“I- I think so,” Keith pants. “Th- They were-”

“Nevermind! Allura!” Tugging urgently at Keith’s arm, the Altean drags him to his feet.

Keith ignores a sudden ache in his side, darts forward to retrieve his knife, runs with his spouse out of the room and down the hall before their enemy is even dead.

Keith collides with his littermate, a disheveled Adam pulling up alongside. Both are in nightclothes. Shiro’s eyes are wide, pupils fully dilated. His ears flit this way and that in search of an enemy. “What happened?! I- I felt a scream-”

“Your Majesty, what do you need?” Adam asks, jamming his glasses on his face. His eyes are blazing as he takes in the princes.

“I need you both to go to Romelle. Keep her safe, bring her to the clinic. We'll all meet up there.”

Adam bows, sprints down a hall, Shiro hot on his heels. Lance takes Keith in the opposite direction. As they run, he keeps his arrow still knocked. He’s never killed a person before, but for his sister, brother-in-law, and their unborn child, he’ll do it in a tick. Less than that. It takes less than a tick to draw his bow, less than half a tick to fire an arrow.

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Shiro stares, wide-eyed and shocked at the image before him. Romelle, blonde hair loose, wild as it frames even wilder eyes. Her hands shine with white light as she forces a six-limbed intruder to their knees with what seems to be her mind.

The intruder starts to scream, eyes bald and unseeing. They claw at their skin, trying to rip themselves apart. The veins pulsing beneath their skin begins to glow brighter and brighter. Back arching, their body spasms as their neurons shriek.

Romelle is screaming, her soft, unused voice breaking. Shiro takes a step back toward the hallway. His eyes are wide with horror.

“Oh, gods.” It’s horrible. Disturbing, watching someone try to claw their way out of their own body. Shiro’s not sure what to do. He’s terrified. Never in his fifteen decaphoebs of service, of war has he seen such a thing. Not from an Altean, not from anyone else.

He shrinks back, hissing, hair standing up straight all down his back. It’s Adam that steps forward as the intruder ceases their screams. The coarse, olive-toned fur covering their body begins to burn away under their clothes.

“Romelle.” The Altean’s gaze is steady even as unsteady fingers reach out, brush the very tips of his fingers against her pale blue scales. “Romelle. Come with me. Let’s- Let’s find a new sky.”

“A new sky,” the girl whispers, breaths small and trembling. “Yes, let’s find a new sky for all of us.”

“That’s right.” Adam steps just behind her, cradles her left hand in his left, puts his right on her waist to steady her. “Come on. Let’s go find the others.”

As he walks by, Shiro can’t help but wonder at the strange glint in Adam’s eyes. He can’t begin to decipher all the thoughts hidden there.

Lance reaches Allura’s and Lotor’s room first, practically throwing himself through the doors. Keith is still rounding the corner. Allura has an assassin on the ropes, her whip wrapped around their neck. She reels them in, face vicious as she pulls a dagger from her clothes. The desperate intruder scrabbles fruitlessly at the floor even as they choke on the white cable around their throat.

Lotor is having a more difficult time. His assailant is clinging to the walls, firing at him from a crossbow. Lance draws his bow, lets his arrow fly. The arrow hits its mark, severing their spinal cord, either killing them or at least incapacitating them. Either way, Lotor slashes his sword through them, making the difference a moot one.

“Lancel!” Lance knocks, draws another arrow, fletching rubbing at his scales as his father enters the room. He lowers his weapon as Alfor runs over, pulls him into a quick, tight embrace. The king pushes him back, inspects him at arms’ length. "Are you alright?! Are you hurt?! What happened?!"

“Father, I’m fine.”

Alfor stares at the weapon in his hands, the arrow still knocked. He shakes his head, surveys the room. His hands are bruising into Lance’s shoulders. “Is everyone alright?”

“Everyone’s-” A clatter cuts off Lance’s words.

Keith leans against Allura’s old vanity, chest heaving, blood dripping heavy and red from his side. His arms are shaking, legs trembling as they struggle to bear his weight.

“Keith!” Lance tosses his bow aside, running to his spouse as red puddles on the floor. “Easy, beloved. Can you walk?”

Keith takes a deep breath, tries to steady himself. He’s in a lot of pain, fire pulsing through his neurons with every beat of his hearts. Lance peels off his own shirt, presses it into Keith’s side. He takes a scarf from the vanity and ties it tight to apply some pressure. “I- I think I can walk. For a little while.”

“Okay. We’re all going to meet up at the clinic anyway. I assumed someone would need care. Come on.” Lance slings Keith’s arm over his shoulder, puts the other arm around his waist. The kit hisses when his hand finds the slicked-up wound. “Alright, beloved. We’ll be there before you know it. I can carry you if you want, so just tell me.”

“Okay.”

By the time they reach the darkly lit clinic, Keith’s starting to feel cold, is definitely dizzy, and Lance is supporting most of his weight. Coran is already there, crying out in alarm as Lance lifts his spouse onto a pullout bed, pressing down on the wound with both hands.

“Dad, can you calibrate a pod please? Quickly?”

“I’m already on it, son.”

The others stay quiet, giving them space. Keith curls his fingers around Lance’s wrist. “What- What’s a pod?”

“A healing chamber. You go inside and it closes around you. Then you’ll go to sleep-”

“Lance, it’s ready! Keith, kindly strip off your clothes. We might as well give you a checkup while you’re in there.”

“-and you’ll wake up all healed. It’ll only take a few vargas.” Lance carefully scoops Keith up, not trusting him to walk any further.

“But-” Keith breaks himself off with a chirp, eyeing the pod with wide eyes, fur stiffening under his clothes. “Lance, please. Don’t put me in there.”

Lance takes a deep breath, sets the fearful kit down in the chamber, carefully removes his clothes, eyes averted. A lavender tail wraps around his ankle, all the fur raised. He looks up at his spouse, the height of the chamber reversing the height difference between them.

He brushes Keith’s bangs out of his eyes, rises up to kiss his forehead. “You need to, so you can heal. But I promise I won’t leave this room until you’re okay. I’ll have some fresh clothes and a blanket ready and waiting for you when you wake up.”

Keith gulps, nods, presses their foreheads together. He knows the other Galra in the room will understand what it means, doesn’t care. He trusts Lance not to leave him in this tube forever in the same way Lance trusts him to have his back in a fight. Wholly and completely.

Settling back in the chamber, Keith watches anxiously as the glass rises from the floor, encasing him. He spots Romelle’s lips moving: The glass. Water. The glass. Water.

Icy mist curls up from the base, slithers into his lungs with every breath. Even as he begins to panic, his already fogging mind feels heavy in his skull, eyelids too weighed down for him to open.

The last thing he sees before cold and sleep take over and he sinks into his dreams is Lance’s reassuring smile.

See you soon, beloved.

[cultivatxr]

She thought he was still asleep, with the blankets tossled and the sheet only half covering his chest as he lay strewn on the bed. His breathing matched that of his slumber and he gave no sign that he was otherwise awake... Even when she got curious.

He looked dormant enough when she’d emerged from the bathroom, borrowed dress shirt barely skimming the back of her thighs. It was a strangely contented sight, like something from a postcard, all scattered light and shadows thrown across the sharp angle of lean muscle. Her footfalls were careful with no intent to wake, mattress dipping ever so slightly beneath the weight of her knees as she clambered in beside him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as if it were the answer to all the world’s ills. “He sleeps.” Aerith mused aloud in a restrained whisper, torso shifting forwards to allow her the proximity to brush auburn locks from an entirely tranquil face. How did she ever get so lucky?

The thought lingered as she smiled despite herself, her body leaning in to graze her mouth over his temple, soft and ethereal much like the girl that offered it. Another touch followed, this time to his cheek, before hesitation set in, a momentary pause in her own self indulgence as she attempted to resist the impulse, but the lure was too great. Lips met lips in a tender exchange, something meant to be fleeting and wholesome - a goodnight kiss in which she could see herself off safely to sleep. But the first had been playing possum with her; icy blue eyes snapping open mid kiss to leave her retreating with a sheepish look of embarrassment.

The ancient balked as Genesis pushed himself upright, colour bleeding into her cheeks as he watched with an unreadable expression. “I—” She was ready to explain, to justify her misdemeanour, but his mouth cut her off, hands snaking into her voluminous curls and drawing her in; shared breath and carnality replacing all sedate sweetness she had been trying to gift. If kisses could talk, they’d sing a song of desire, a melody of lust and wanton need - played out in notes of tongue and teeth. She doesn’t fight it, doesn’t resist that heated impulse prickling behind her navel, arms winding around his shoulders to usher him closer, to indulge in the poetry he so often quoted and guide them both to the beginnings of bliss.

For once, Aerith was the one to instigate; to sling a silken thigh over the cradle of his hips and sit there as if it were a throne. She’s emboldened by his company, a brazen seductress hidden amidst tentative movements and saccharine kisses. Breaking from his mouth her own ventured to his throat, open mouthed and heady, fingers carding in handfuls of auburn, tugging, insistent and urgent. He didn’t need the encouragement, thumbs digging into the flesh of her hips as sheets and clothes were cast asunder, tumescent length pressed against welcoming warmth, beckoning like a siren song.

Lips parted in an audible gasp when at last she slid down on him slowly; stretched and filled in the most intimate of ways. Thereafter it’s a tangle of limbs and rhythmic hips, palms splayed across broad shoulders, nails scratching involuntarily, as subtle moans muffled themselves into the skin of his neck, his jaw - a half purred mantra stifled against the welcoming cavern of a sinfully poetic mouth. More, more, more. It’s not her first rodeo, but it’s arguably the best ride, breath falling in staccato notes, heart beat more erratic with every sordid roll of her pelvis, creeping closer to that delectable precipice.

The redhead skews the game before she can get there; body rolling to pin her to the mattress and resume his role as dominant participant, mischief alight in pale azure eyes. Aerith was ready to protest, but the words died on suitably flushed lips when she realised the ploy. When she could feel him reaching deeper, harder. The angle change was everything. Quiet moans grew steadily louder; back arching in order to meet him, sweat slicked and breathless, urging him on with the bounce of a heel against his back and a face that was so painstakingly dishevelled, it was practically lewd.

She didn’t last much longer after that; head thrown back and toes curling as inner walls clenched in euphoric bliss, his true name a hallowed prayer toppling from her mouth. Mercifully not freckle, she would remind herself later, but… “Gen!” Fingertips sought out his hair once more, to tug him down to greet her mouth and seal it with a grateful and affectionate kiss; carnality subdued but not diminished as she raised her hips again to meet his own, to usher in his own finale in a few more self indulgent thrusts. She’s blessed by the goddess twice more before he joins her, body milking out the last of his release with a dizzying and body tingling degree of sated contentment.

It’s only in the calm after, that she thinks to thank him; when the lustful interlude has long since passed, and it’s nothing more than lazy intimacy heightened by skin to skin. Aerith’s digits ghost along the arm that entwines her, still bathing in the glorious afterglow of dreamy, unpredictable sex. She knows better than to say what she’s really thinking. Lets the silent I love you, stay where it belongs, tucked away in the deepest depths of an overly romantic heart. But she can gift him with something more wry, something more lighthearted and fitting for who and what they are. “…so….” She begins, head turning to press a kiss to his pectoral. “…same time tomorrow?”