#there’s like a crazy amount of lube so everything is so hot and wet for Tommy and buck looks fucking gorgeous up there

[rosyhoneydew]

In honor of recents posts about buck sitting on Tommy’s dick for the first time, I’d like to add that Tommy tells him to take his time adjusting (he knows he’s big) and buck does, clenching and relaxing into it and swirling his hips and lifting slowly and grinding down and Tommy is sitting so still, mouth open, face flushed and sweaty, a hairsbreadth away from shoving his hips up and coming deep inside his bf but he somehow manages to hold off and when buck notices he starts murmuring fuck you feel so good you’re so good to me god I love this baby you can fuck me

And so Tommy finally grips bucks hips and pushes up deep and hard, starting up a fast rhythm for them and listening to bucks little punched out uhn uhn ah’s.

[badassbuchanan]

Call for Assistance

Request: Hi hi! Idk if you write for Seb or not but if you do, maybe could you do a fic where reader is his assistant and sometimes that means assisting him with ~those~ needs 👉👈🥺

Warnings: smut; oral (male receiving), dirty talk, semi-public.

Word Count: 2246

a/n: I’m sorry the ending is so cheesy lmao - requests and taglist are open!

“There you are.” I smiled brightly as I walked into Sebastian’s private dressing room, throwing my Gucci purse on to the velvet armchair in the corner of the room.

Tonight he was a special guest on The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon, it was one of the only talk shows he didn’t mind doing. Tonight’s appearance was part of the publicity schedule for new The Falcon and The Winter Soldier series, but unfortunately, Mackie wasn’t able to attend.

I knew how nervous Seb got doing these interviews without his colleague beside him, which is why I wasn’t surprised when I was beckoned to his dressing room before he was set to go on.

Seb turned from where he was preping himself in the reflection of the mirror, a smile of relief appearing on his face when he saw me.

He was sporting a simple crisp white shirt, buttoned up with a navy tie around his neck. A black, open suit jacket and matching pants hugged his body nicely, complimenting his skin tone. His hair was slicked back and I could tell he hadn’t shaved today just by the slightest bit of stubble growing through his face.

“You feeling okay?” I asked innocently, walking over to stand in front of him as I patted down his chest to get rid of any dust which may have settled there.

His whole week was a full of press interviews and I knew exactly how much he’d be dreading it. He worked himself up and overthought everything, and he got real touchy when he was nervous.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around my waist softly, head dropping as he whined into my neck. I chuckled lightly, unable to hide the smile which covered my face as I ran a hand through his hair lightly. “It’s just part of the job, you know that. and you love your job.”

“Why do you have to be right all the time?” He mumbled against my skin, a smile curling on his lips in amusement. Seb leaned his head back against the wall behind him, peering down at me with a cheeky smile.

He looked fucking hot. Too hot.

“Because one of us has to be.” I raised an eyebrow and smiled up at him in admiration, my chest pressed against his as I played with the back of his hair, careful not to mess it up.

I could smell his aftershave and it was intoxicating. “C’mere.” He gestured me closer with his head, causing me to move my face closer to his. “Help me relax.”

Seb took my lips with his, kissing me softly as he pulled my hips forward to rub against him.

I nodded as I kissed him back softly, tilting my head to give him more access. I part my lips slightly, letting my tongue gently run over his bottom lip.

Seb let out a grunt that vibrated from his throat, taking the lead as he glides his tongue teasingly into my mouth.

I let my other hand glide up touch his chest over the steamed shirt, feeling the definition of body. I sighed in satisfaction, deliberately palming over his nipples as my hand moved across the material of the shirt.

Sebastian moaned into my mouth, his kisses passionate and needy. It soon became too much, my clit twitching when I felt his hard cock pressing against my body.

I leaned my head back, my eyes dropping to the space where our crotches are rubbing together. I noticed his big cock straining against the material of his pants, desperate for attention.

“You like it when I touch your nipples, hm?” I asked sweetly, my hand roaming further down his chest to his toned stomach.

“Yeah.” Seb let out in a desperate grunt, his hips bucking to mine as I leaned in again, this time leaving gentle kisses down his neck.

I let out a little whine, causing vibrations to erupt against the skin of his neck. “Seb.” I nipped at his sensitive skin, feeling him buck his hips again as I moved my hand to the waistband of his pants.

Seb’s hands moved up to my waist, over my back and around to my tummy, just under my boobs as he gripped on the black lacy material of my top. “Off.” He whined with a pout.

“I can’t, bub.” I sighed sadly, pouting back as I used the pet name to soften him up. I skilfully unbuttoned his pants before lowering my hand inside, feeling my way into his underwear as I looked up into his gorgeous eyes. “It’s a bodysuit.”

Sebastian whined again out of frustration, unable to get what he wanted before he came up with the perfect solution. He tugged on the material each side of the low cut ‘v’ shape between my cleavage, adjusting it so that it rest under either side of my boobs, my tits now on full display for him.

“That’s better.” Seb smiled proudly, satisfied with himself as he cupped my tits in his hands, massaging them as my nipples harden under his touch.

My fingers wrapped around his cock as I kissed the base of his neck, pumping him slowly whilst collecting precum from his tip. Seb was big, but he looked even bigger with my tiny hand wrapped around him.

I leaned back with a smile, watching him play with my chest as his eyes focused on my tits. He tugged harshly on my pebbled nipples with his rough fingers. I bit my lip, fucking his cock with my hand as I felt myself getting wet.

I moved my lips millimeters away from his, our breaths meeting as we pant against each other. “M‘not gunna last, darling.” Seb whimpered out, his eyes looked up to gaze into mine.

“S’okay,” I squeak out reassuringly, lust taking over as my palm feels every vein on his cock. “You feel so good in my hand.”

“I wanna cum in your mouth.” Seb admitted in a mumble, his hands tugging on my sides to pull me down. I knew he was getting desperate from the way he was starting to talk dirty.

I kept my hand wrapped around him inside his pants as I got down on my knees in front of him. I shuffled close to him, Seb helped push his trousers down, out of the way, so that his cock could spring up freely.

I licked my lips, wasting no time guiding his tip towards my mouth with my hand. I kissed his leaking tip, swirling my tongue around it as Seb gasped loudly at the feeling of my hot mouth on him.

I hummed around his tip, still pumping his shaft with my hand as his hands moved to the back of my hair, guiding me further down on him.

Seb’s eyes closed tightly, a hiss escaping his clenched jaw as I replaced my hand with my mouth, taking him all in.

I moaned around his length, trying not to choke as I breath shallowly. My hands rested on his thick thighs, saliva escaping the corner of my mouth as I wait for him to take control.

But he doesn’t, he’s too fucked out, too close to even move. I could tell by the way his chest was rising and falling so uneven, trying his best to keep it together. Sweat was building on his forehead and above his parted lips, his eyes only opening when I started to bob my head up and down his length.

I flattened my tongue, relaxing my throat so I could fuck his cock with my mouth. I looked up at Seb, eyes so hooded he almost looked drunk, his hands dropping from my head weakly as his head dropped back against the wall behind him.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, he didn’t want to cum. It felt too good. He loved the way my lips felt so soft moving up and down his length. My mouth so warm and welcoming for him.

It sent me crazy seeing him like this, desperate to make him cum, to please him. I swallowed around his length, keeping him deep inside as my tongue flicked rapidly against the underside of his shaft.

My fingers traced ever so slightly over his balls, immediately causing him to cum with one final moan, spilling his load into my mouth. I pulled my head back, opening my mouth wide as he shot every single drop of his cum inside.

I watched his cock twitch, his eyes now glued on my mouth as I swallowed all of him.

Seb tried to calm himself down as I stood back up, tucking my boobs back into my top before helping him re-do his pants back up, his cock safely inside.

“You relaxed now?” I asked softly, looking up into his blown out eyes as he admired me with a nod.

“So relaxed.” Seb leaned in to mumble against my lips, making me smile against him as my arms wrapped around his neck.

“I’m glad to hear it, mister.” I replied sweetly, pecking his lips over and over.

“Mr Stan.” A voice called from beyond the door, startling us both with how loud they knocked.

“Mmh, maybe I’m still a little stressed.” Seb mumbled between kisses, making me giggle at the audacity he had to ignore whoever was knocking.

“Sebastian!” I used his full name to notify him of the seriousness of the situation, leaning my head back as I smile up at him in adoration.

“You’re on, Mr Stan.” The person decided to call out again anyway, hoping that someone inside would be paying attention.

“Guess it’s showtime.” He pouted slightly, stealing another kiss before he let go of me. “Thanks for coming to see me.”

“Thanks for coming.” I respond with an innocent smile, my cheeky comment catching Seb’s attention as his head swings around with a smirk.

“Just you wait till I’m done with this interview.” He shook his head, chuckling in amusement at my remark as he opens the door, taking one last glance back at me, which was when I noticed it. My heart sunk.

“Oh wait, Seb-“ I called out but it was too late. He’d gone. I didn’t get to tell him. Oh well. No one would notice right? Not a single one of the national viewers would notice the lipstick on his lips and neck, right?

———————- LIVE ON THE AIR ————————

“So Sebastian, we’ve talked about the new show, the friendships and behind the scenes mayhem, the travelling, even the amount of lube needed to get into your costume.” Jimmy cracked the joke as he started speaking, crossing his arms as he lent back in his chair.

“That’s right.” Seb nodded shyly, speaking unnecessarily to amuse himself with a little smirk as he became more comfortable in the interview.

“But one thing I think everyone is dying to know,” Jimmy continued, building suspense as he swivelled in his chair towards the audience, gesturing for them to nod in encouragement.

“Okay.” Seb dragged the word out slowly, anticipating what it could be as he sat up a little straighter in the armchair. He chuckled nervously, tugging on his jacket to straighten it.

“Is how exactly those lipstick marks on your neck got to be there.” Jimmy said in a wonderfully sarcastic tone, eyebrows raised as the audience cheered loudly.

Seb suddenly stopped all of his movements, trying to keep a straight face as the crowd kept on cheering. He stared at Jimmy, who was now giggling like a little school girl.

Seb caved after a couple of seconds, laughing loudly as he leaned forward to cover his face with embarrassment of being called out.

“And Sebastian,” Jimmy continued as Seb regained his posture, sucking in his cheeks and sitting up straight as he tried to get rid of his guilty smile, faking a frown of concentration.

“Yeah?” Seb answered shyly, letting out a nervous cough as his face twitched back into a smile momentarily.

“I couldn’t help but notice that Y/N is here with you tonight.” Jimmy’s words make my heart drop as a spotlight points me out in the audience.

My eyes go wide, but I can’t help but laugh as everyone cheers loudly. I cover my mouth, watching Seb able to do nothing but clap for me from the stage.

“So.” Jimmy dragged out the word in a high pitched voice. “am I right in suggesting that Y/N might’ve visited your dressing room before the show?”

Seb smirked, rubbing his hand over his mouth, his silence hid nothing considering the fact that his face completely gave it away. There was no point in him denying it.

I covered my face with my hands, utterly shocked that we had been called out on national television.

“Yeah.” Seb let out in a shaky breath, a beaming smile on his face as he chuckled from embarrassment too, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

The audience clapped, screeched and cheered at his answer, making me want to disappear in my chair.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jimmy called out as the audience continued cheering us on. “Mr Sebastian Stan and Miss Y/N Y/L/N.”

And just like that, the cat was out of the bag. The many rumours confirmed. The many fans who shipped us would be tweeting, we’d probably be trending in an hour. I guess I’d just have to convince his publicist that we did it as a stunt.

I promised myself that after that, I was never going to attempt any kind of sexual activity in a public place again. But I knew that was a lie.

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[chaosbiscuit]

He had whined.

It was a higher pitched sound that basically sung to all the gods that he wanted... no...  needed the touch.  He tried to muffle it with the back of his free hand, but the microphone had already picked it up. 

“Hmm” was the only response he got.  His hand flexed again when he heard it.  Oh god, he was so fucked in the head.  It was just a voice.  Just some dude getting paid to fake it on the other end.  Why was it so damn hot?

“Oh, Beautiful.  I am so ready to punish you.”  A shiver shot down his spine.  Yep.  Fucked.  He gripped the armrest of his chair now with his free hand.  He had a feeling this was going to be a ride. 

“Get on with it then, asshole.”  Some habits were hard-pressed to die, and talking back was in Tomura’s blood.  He wouldn’t go down silently, even if Dabi thought he had the upper hand.  No, that was Tomura Shigaraki, right?  Right?

Not right now

“I want you to move that hand slowly up your dick for me.”

“That it?”  Shut the fuck up, Tomura! “Fucking easy.”

“Hmm, I am not finished.  I want you to move it from the base of your cock to the tip, and when you get there, I want you to swipe a thumb over your dickhead.  Got it, brat?”

His lips ached from the amount he was gnawing at them.  God.  He was nervous.  The coil in his belly was wound tight, and there were butterflies in his chest and he was not ready for this.  He was afraid of this.  He needed this.  He wouldn’t back down from this.

His hand started to slide around his shaft.  The soft skin of his palm contrasted the callouses on his fingers to mix enough sensation into the act that he whimpered.  Fucking whimpered. 

“Oh yeah.  Nice and slow for me.  Feel every sensation so that when I finally get my hands on you, you don’t lose your mind.”

Oh fuck!  That was a new fantasy.  Dabi actually there would freak him the hell out, but right now it was okay.  He wasn’t there.  Shigaraki was safe and alone.  But, the idea that someone else’s hands could bring him this kind of pleasure... oh.

“Oh, nngh...” 

“Such a beautiful boy.  Now, run that thumb over your dirty little slit for me, would you?”

“AHHH-“  was all that the white haired man could say, as his thumb brushed over the red, swollen head of his member.  He vaguely felt a bead of stickiness cling to the pad of the digit, but it was lost in the jerk of his hips and sparks that ran across his skin. 

“One.”

Tomura moved back down to the base of his cock and repeated the action.  It pulled a gasp from him.  He did it again.  And again.  His heart sped up.  His mind was fuzzy.  His hands were shaking as they tried to keep the agonizingly slow pace going.  It had never felt this good before.  Why did it never feel this good?

He heard a chuckle on the other end of the phone.  He blinked.  His hips were beginning to move into his fist, and he could feel more pre-cum leaking from his dick.  Still, that laugh both enticed him, and pissed him off.

“What?”  He snapped.  It was taking every scrap of will to stop himself from continuing the ministrations, but he was NOT about to lose to some fucker who was basically a cheap internet whore. 

“You sound so hot.”

Tomura actually blushed. 

“Were you thinking about how good it feels?  Taking it slow has its advantages.”

“Like what exactly?  The end result is the same.”  No, it obviously was fucking not, but Shigaraki was not about to let that on.

“Uh Huh, which is why you almost came from the first of three.”

First of... what?

“No!  I stroked it at least three times!”  He all but screamed at the phone.

“Hahaha, yeah.  But I said I would count, and anything after the first one didn’t.”  Smug.  This fucker was smug!  Shigaraki was pissed, but he never backed out of a game.  He always made sure to win them.

“Fine.  Then LvL 2.  Bring it on”

Can you hear a smirk?  Because Shigaraki was fairly sure he could hear Dabi’s right now. 

“Whatever you say, Beautiful”

He sat back, relaxing his posture again.  He was determined to not give in to anything else this bastard made him do.  No.  He wasn’t a plaything.  He wasn’t.

“I want you to lift that hand you have on your dick for me.”

Umm, what?

“Take it off your cock.”

Shigaraki did, a puzzled look on his face.

“Now, bring it up to your face.”

He crinkled his nose, but did it.  He stopped about an inch from his chin.  He could smell sweat and a bit of ball sack (probably should have showered before, but who expects to call a phone sex line at 3 am to research a project?). 

“Now spit.”

WHAT?

“Spit. In. Your. Hand.”

“No, Dabi.”

“Yes, Dabi,” came the sassy reply.

“It’s gross.”

“So what?  It is your own spit.”

“Still!  That is nasty!”

“Oh?”  Oh god, Dabi’s voice dropped an octave.  “Maybe I should show you how it is done.  Would you like that, Beautiful?”

Shigaraki gulped.  What did he mean?  Did he mean he would masturbate with him on the phone?  Was he ready for that?  He wasn’t ready for that.  He wasn’t comfortable with that.  This... was research.  There would be no mutual masturbation here!

“FINE!”  He all but screeched.  He sucked at his tongue for a second and then spat out a glob of spit.  It landed right in his palm and for a brief second he sat there wondering what to do with it.  Dabi’s voice saved him though.

“Tsss, so good for me.  Now, put that hand back on your dick.”

“I—”

“Wrap it around your cock, creep.”

“Asshole.”

“We aren’t there yet” came the sly reply.  What did that mean?  No, he didn’t want to know.

Do it and get it over with.

Shigaraki replaced his hand on his weeping manhood, and waited.

“Now, repeat the motion” came his order.

He shifted his hand.  The spit allowed him easier movement.  It slid between his palm and his member, slicking anything in its path.  He made it to the crest of his penis, and then he swiped the thumb over its head.  His whole body spasmed.  It was electric.  He almost lost himself to the sensation again, but managed to hold his sanity together.

“Imagine that the warm, wet thing sliding over that beautiful cock is my mouth, Beautiful.  That is number 2.”

Oh FUCK!  His hand trembled and he didn’t quite make it back to the base of his dick.  It is still the same stroke if he doesn’t make it back to the base, right. 

“Would you let me, Beautiful?”  Dabi purred. “Would you let me suck that big beautiful cock?”

“Fuck.”

“Yes, let me hear you.  Let me hear your beautiful voice.”

Shigaraki was shaking.  His logic of not going back to base was abandoned.  He was full tilt losing his mind.  He was trying, so hard, to keep his pace slow and even, but it was starting to stutter.  His hand was losing some of the lubrication.  But, it felt so good.

“Nggh.  Dabi...”  He gasped out. 

“Oh yeah?  Say my name again, Beautiful.”

“Dabi.  Dabi. Dabi.”  God, this pace was torture.  He wanted something.  He needed something, but he didn’t know what.  He kept pumping into his slick hand, but was beginning to feel the callouses dry out.  He freed his cock.  The dark angry head peaked up at him as his hand worked it over and over.  Shigaraki needed more lube, but he didn’t want to stop.  It felt too good. 

He spit onto the head of his dick, and pulled the saliva down the shaft with his next motion.

“Oh FUCK!”  He heard Dabi say, but he didn’t know if it was good or bad.  He just knew that this felt amazing and that he was so so so close if only the pace would pick up.  Could he pick up the pace?  Would Dabi know?  Should Dabi know?  Should he ask?  He couldn’t think.

“Faster.”

“What did you say, Beautiful?”

“I want it... I want it faster.”

“Oh?  But you are doing so well!  Maybe you should just keep going like you are.  You will get off eventually, and until then I get to hear you moaning my name in that beautiful voice of yours.”

Shigaraki grimanced.  No. No. No. No. No.  He couldn’t do that!  He couldn’t just keep him in this limbo.  He couldn’t keep him right on the edge.  Shigaraki panicked.  He didn’t know what to do.  He had never felt this good.  He never wanted it to stop.  He needed something.  He needed someone to tell him what he needed.  Fuck.  He couldn’t breathe.

“See, such a good boy.  Now, answer me one question, and then I will let you cum.”

Oh did he need to cum.  He was crazy with the want for it.  His muscles were so tight, but he could do this.  He could answer one question.

“—Please”

“Ah, so such a good boy.”  Dabi chuckled.  Shigaraki was so close.  He could almost get off on Dabi’s laugh.  Almost.

“Get on with it dammit.”  He ground out between grit teeth and hisses of pleasure.

“Okay.  Okay.  Answer me this one question, and relief is yours.”

The air was thick with tension.  The seconds were so so so slow, mimicking the movements of Tomura’s hand.  He held his breath.  Dabi could ask him anything in this moment, and Tomura isn’t sure he could lie.  His credit card numbers.  His company secrets.  His greatest fears.  Did he need release that bad?  Did he need it enough to risk everything?

His dick pulsed in his grasp and he gasped out a word that he wasn’t sure it even was.  His shoulders lurched forward.  His blood was searing through him, and his muscles ached as the tension built.  He was about to go mad with it when the question was finally asked.

“Are you beautiful?”

“Y—Yes.  Yes!  Yes!! Dabi, I am. Please.  Please let me---oh god.  Please! Yes.  Yes.  Yes”

“Say it.”

“I am beautiful.  I am beautiful.  I am beautiful!  Dabi!  Oh! OH!  Please.  Please.”

“Cum for me, Beautiful.”

Tomura’s hand went from slow and stuttered to fast and tight.  His head flew back.  Pale hips pistoned into a spit slicked fist as words flowed from chapped lips and into the speaker phone.  He was rambling.  He was yelling out his pleasure.  He was definitely saying Dabi’s name, although whatever else he can’t be certain.  He hopes he called him a bastard. 

He was close.  So close to the end, and he could feel it.  The white hot heat of his orgasm washed over him.  It was so forceful, it caused every muscle in his body to shudder.  He spasmed and cried out.  His cock cast white strings of cum onto his shirt and pants.  He had never had an orgasm like that in his life.  He finally understood what the fuss was about.  His bones felt like jello, and he couldn’t seem to breathe, but he also didn’t care.  God, he had never felt so incredible.

It took a minute or two before he realized that his phone was still there, and still connected.  The gamer’s limbs were sluggish and tired, but he managed to lift the phone from the desk and take it off speakerphone.  He pressed it to his ear. 

He expected to hear Dabi making fun of him, or some sarcastic comments.  Instead, he heard nothing, but he wasn’t fooled.  The timer was still going so the man was still on the other line.

“I know you are still there.”

“Hm?  Me?”  came the coy reply.  “Of course I am.  I couldn’t leave someone like you behind, now can I?”

Shigaraki glared.  His afterglow was wearing off the more he listened to Dabi’s annoying seductive voice. 

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, nothing.  I just think that giving you the best orgasm of your life without even touching you is a rare treat.”

“You know what, fuck you.  Sorry I asked.”  He was embarrassed.  Shigaraki wasn’t going to deny the truth, but he also didn’t think it needed to be said flat out like that. 

“Haha, fuck me?  Maybe in time.”

If Tomura had spit left, he would have sputtered, but instead he embraced the tiredness in his body and sighed.

“You know what, I can’t deal with an ass wipe like you anymore today.  Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Beautiful”

As Tomura went to hang up the phone, he registered the words “By the way, that was only 2“ as the line disconnected.

FUUUUUCK

[an-actual-angel]

Pairing: Connor (RK800) x Reader, Collin (RK800-60) x Reader, Richard (RK900) x Reader

Summary: The year was 2082. 44 Years after the android revolution. Things have turned south for humanity. Androids now rule the world, leaving humans to be considered as mere animals. While some Androids still have a general disdain for humanity some have taken to the idea of keeping them as “family pets.”You, born in captivity, specifically bred to be the perfect pet happen to get adopted by the RK brothers.

Notes: Okay, so NSFW warning for chapter 30 its pretty much smut so if your not into that scroll down to chapter 31. 

In chapter 30 you can read up until the * symbol is used, then the rest is is smut.

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Chapter 30 - Electric Feel

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You were missing Connor like crazy. He had been gone a couple of days for something work-related. You weren’t exactly sure what it was but he didn’t seem to want to talk much about it before he left. He just kept trying to brush the topic off. Something about it worried you. You hoped he was doing okay.  Collin assured you that it was fine, Connor just got like that sometimes. He could be quite weird and private about his work sometimes. He told you not to worry about it too much, that Connor would be back in no time.

You had been sat in Collin’s room most of the day, curled up on his bed as you absentmindedly flicked through channels on the tv. Collin had entered back into his room again, carrying something in hand, after excusing himself briefly.

“I know you’re missing Connor,” He started. “but I was hoping that this might cheer you up a little.” He explains as he hands you a fresh tub of Ice Cream, The pink label automatically catching your eye.

“I remembered you mentioning you’ve never had strawberry ice cream before.” He says as he hands you over a spoon.

“Thanks, Collin, You’re too sweet.” You smile at him briefly, a smile that falls flat as you look down at the cold tub in your hands.

“Hey, you alright?” He asks, a little bit of concern seeping through his voice as he sits next to you.

“Yeah. Just a little overwhelmed with everything.”

Collin nods as one of his hand's stroke the back of your head. “I know the feeling.”

You bite at your lip for a moment before turning to look at Collin. “Just… don't leave me, okay?”

“Hey, no one's leaving you.” Collin's voice goes soft as he wraps his arm around your shoulder in a bid to comfort you. “Connor will be back soon.”

You nod as you play with the label on the ice-cream tub, nervously tearing at the edge.

Collin's hand steadies the side of your head as he kisses your temple. You head then falls into his chest for consolement. You both hear a noise coming from downstairs, pulling you out of your brief snugness. It must have been Richard rattling around at something.

“Richard hasn't been bothering you since?” Collin asks, now that he is in both of your minds.

“No, he's gone quiet again.”

“Good. Otherwise, I'd have to kick his ass.”

You smile a little at Collins quip.

“Better eat that ice cream before it melts.” He says looking down at the tub in your hands now completely label-less.

You nod as you sit up and open the lid. Peeling back the film, your spoon slides in smoothly since your talking had given it time to soften up. Taking it to your lips your first assessment was that strawberry ice cream tastes exactly the way the colour pink looks. You licked your lips clean before taking another spoonful, now understanding why ice cream was considered comfort food.

“How's it taste?” Collin asks with a half-smile.

“Heavenly.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, want a taste?” You flirt, planning on feeding him a spoonful. Collin, however, took it to means something else as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

"You're right.” He pulls away with a smirk. “Absolutely heavenly.”

His head ducks forward to kiss you again, taking the tub from your hands and moving it to the side table. Something about it all really got you going. You move to hover yourself over the top of him, proudly taking your space, sitting in his lap.

You both continuing the kiss until you begin grinding against his growing hardness below you. Something which briefly causes Collin to pull away from your lips.

“Uh, listen.” He nervously starts talking. “I know I flirt with the idea of sex a lot but I don't want you to feel pressured. I'm more than happy to wait until you’re ready.”

“I'm ready.” You assure him, your hands cradling his face.

“A-are you sure?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

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Collins familiar smirk grows again before his lips mash into yours, pushing you down on the bed like the million times he rehearsed this moment in his head. You whimper between kisses as you struggle to undo the buttons on his silver shirt. He helps in your attempt to shuffle him out of his dress shirt. When it is off he decides to return the favour but not before he moves one of his large hands up to cup at your breast. Circling his thumb across your nipple which causes your legs to clench together. Finally, he pulls your shirt over your shoulders, his attention back onto your breasts as his mouth now clasps over your nipple, the other being played with, with his deft fingers.

He moans into your skin, continuing to work on you. His right hand, the unused one slipping its way past your panties. Teasingly rubbing right above where you wanted to be touched the most. His fingers trailing along the outside before slowly slipping into your wetness. You grabbed his head pulling him closer into you as the new sensations took over your body, his name grazing past your lips as he pulls off your shorts and underwear in one swift motion.

One of your hands reached down to rub him through his trousers that unfairly, were still on him. He hissed as he pushed himself up. Grabbing you by the hips, he pulled you to the edge of his bed. He planting himself down on his knees, pushing your legs open.

You move to sit up, to look at him, involuntarily closing your legs back up in the process. He pushes your shoulder back down softly, placing his arms at either side of you. His imposing figure now draped over the top of you.

“I'm going to take care of you first, okay? If you need me to stop let me know.”

You nod as he kisses your forehead.

He looks down at your core as he pushes your legs back open again. He trails a finger up the middle, pulling it back towards his lips to suck on it. He smirks as he notices your flushed yet needy expression before kneeling between your legs again.

“What a pretty little pussy.” He teases as he grabs your hips to pull you closer. The movement causing you to gasp. He places a soft kiss on your clit and hums before licking a soft stripe. His tongue then sliding a few quick up and down motions before he latches on to your clit sucking it slowly as if he's enjoying every minute of it.

He makes an ungodly amount of noise, between the wet lapping noise of his tongue and the whiney moans he makes, your own fuelling him on further. He touches himself through his trousers palming and grabbing at his own cock for relief. You, above him, are a whimpering mess. This is exactly what you needed.

And my, Collin was being  very  generous.

With his free hand, he began to finger and tease you. You felt like you were about to overload from all the stimulation. The thing egging you in most was Collin’s pathetic whimpering. Needy, yet so fucking hot.

Your legs began to clench up as you were coming closer and closer to your climax. Collin must have noticed this as he moved his hand which was previously, needliy grabbing at himself to link around your leg pulling you closer, his other hand soon following.

He had to pull down on your legs to keep them apart as you were nearing your peak, both of them shaking against his shoulders. All at once, the familiar wave came crashing around you causing you to call out Collins name as a reflex. Him still massaging your clit with his tongue as you came down from your high.  You take a couple of heavy breaths to attempt to bring you back to reality it still takes you a couple of seconds before you realized your legs had completely clamped around Collin’s head.

You scamper your apology for crushing his head but he didn't seem to mind, in fact, he looked rather pleased with himself as he stood up and wiped his mouth as if he had just finished a hearty meal.

As you lay back down on the bed with a heaving breath, Collin ran a finger down your shaking body, right down to your core again. He slipped one of his fingers in, giving you a couple of pumps before adding another, barely giving you any time to recover from your first orgasm. You through your head back and with one of your legs, you ran your foot towards the buldge in Collin’s pants. With heavy lids, he stood straight and undid his belt buckle.

“Go easy on me, huh?” He teases as he pulls down his pants revealing himself proudly.

You smirk a little at his remark, which you then snap out of when he grabs your ankle, placing a kiss against your leg before spreading you apart again. He lowers himself on to the edge of the bed as he presses himself against your entrance, teasing you with the tip, he rubs it across your folds, calming a shaky breath.

He slides the tip in slowly and hums, closing his eyes for a second. They snap open again as he stops and caresses your cheek.

“Tell me if you need me to slow down.”

You nod.

He slides the rest of himself in ever so slowly, bit by bit.

“I usually opt for using lube.” He says between synthetic breaths. “But you're just so damn wet that - ah.” He whimpers. “That I-I don't think it's needed heh.” He lets out a drawn-out sigh as his full length enters.

Your legs clasp around him as you tighten your pelvis, feeling yourself clench around him.

“Ha aha” He laughs nervously for a second as his head falls into your shoulder.

“Collin?”

“Yeah, I'm good.” He pushes his face up to look at you again and catches your lips in a kiss.

With your legs, you push him farther into you.

“Eager?” Collin chuckles, trying to keep his cool as he kisses along your neck.

You whine his name in need clenching around him again.

“Shhh.” he strokes your hair, looking into your eyes. Your gazes transfixed on each other as he slowly moves his hips back only to mash into yours again. Your breath catches in your throat as you hear the slapping of your skin again. Slowly but fulfilling.

You keep your eyes locked on each other studying each little twitch on each other's faces. He bites his lip as your mouth falls open in a moment of euphoria.

Your body falls soft as his slow rhythmic movements start to gather their pace. Collin's eyes fall close as his breathing becomes heavier, trying to stifle his small whines and obscenities.  Your hands move up his chest exploring and worshipping his exposed body for the first time. His form was perfect, almost too perfect. Your eyes then glance down to where both your bodies met, the sight of his thick cock sliding in between your legs, shimmering with your wetness was divinely sinful.

He grabs a fist full of the blanket on the bed as his pace quickens up. With your name on his lips, he crooks his head down to bite at your neck. Your hands travelling up through his hair to grab and pull at it in your pleasure.

Collin feels himself coming closer to his end, yet the giving lover that he is, he doesn't want to finish until you cum for him a second time. He halts for a short minute to gather himself, as he does his hand slips between your aching legs again.

Your eyes snap open as you hear a faint buzzing sound, curious as to what it was. The buzzing now placed against your clit. It was Collin's fingers, they were vibrating? You gasp a little at the new sensation.

“You like that?” He whispers. “I thought you might. It's uh, a little upgrade I got.”

“Fuck, Collin!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

As you writhe beneath him, he begins to move his hips again, whilst his vibrating fingers still pay attention to your sorry little clit. All at once, the feeling begins to build again. Collin knows exactly what he's doing.

“Come on baby.” He encourages you. “Cum all over my fucking cock.”

His dirty words only spur you on further.

Fuck.

The things this man was doing to you, the way it all felt. It felt diabolical, in the best way possible.

Finally, the build-up was nearing its sweet end closer and closer until you were hit with it. The blissfully hot sensation that shone through your veins, threatening to explode your mind. Suffice to say Collin was bloody pleased with himself. With a few more strokes he himself was able to finish, bursting inside of you, he came,  very  loudly.

“Fuck.” He exclaimed, trying to hold himself up, draped over you still. His cock began to twitch inside of you for a few moments until he was ready to finally pull out. His cum dripping out as he did.

“Fuck.” he repeated as he looked down at the fluid leaking from you. He moved to his bedside cabinet to pull out a few tissues, giving the both of you a thorough wipe down.

You felt exhausted after the whole ordeal but managed to pull yourself up, your legs still shaking in aftershocks. After binning the tissues, Collin crawled back into the bed. Pulling you into his arms, both of you still laying naked on top of the bedsheets.

He kisses your head and lets out a noise of satisfaction. You follow suit, nuzzling your head into his chest.

“Was that okay?” He asks.

“More than okay.”

“I wasn't too much?”

“Collin, it was all perfect.”

He smiles and guides your face towards him, giving you a soft kiss.

“Good.”

As your faces separate again you stay staring in each other's eyes in a moment of romance. One that falls short when you are reminded that you need to ask him for a quick favour.

“Collin. The bathroom is downstairs.”

“Yes?”

“Richard is downstairs.”

“You want me to escort you?” He chuckles.

“Please. I don't want to go alone.”

He laughs and nods. “I think I have a bathrobe you can borrow.” He says as he gets up to seek it out, pulling on a pair of boxer shorts first.

“Thank you.” You laugh. “But you can't come in when I'm peeing you have to wait outside.”

“Babe, it's only me.” He shrugs handing you the bathrobe.

You pull it on and wrap it around you tight, the oversized robe falling off one of your shoulders.

“I know, but-” your face scrunches up.

“Fine, whatever you’re comfortable with, sweetheart.” He laughs, walking towards the door and holding it open for you.

“Thanks, Collin.” You smile as you walk through.

He lightly smacks your backside as you walk past. “Don't mention it.” He smirks.

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Chapter 31 -  Connor, the gentleman and Collin, the bastard.

The mornings light shone through the small gap in the curtains, projecting a warm yellow glow across the room. It was the first time said curtains had ever been pulled. The curtains in Collin’s room had merely been an accessory before, they had always been open, as one of his favourite things to do was look out at the city skyline as he settled in for the night. It always made him feel less alone.

But now he didn’t need the city to remind him he wasn’t alone anymore, he had you.

Plus, the bright morning sky had often caused your poor eyes to strain as you awoke, so he knew keeping his curtains close would prevent this slight discomfort. Your eyes fluttered open admiring the warm hue gracing the room, still embraced in your lover’s arms. You turn to face him, still snug in his grasp, you brush your cold nose against his.

With a small smile his eyes opened as well, he had been awake for a while but opted to lay silently with his eyes resting, enjoying the calmness that the morning had brought.

His honeyed eyes crinkled at the corners as his smile grew, your limbs wrapped around each other tight.

“How did we end up like this?” he whispers, one of his legs softly brushing against yours, contemplating all you's had been through. Never in a million years would he have thought he would have caught feelings for that nervous little human girl he met at the adoption centre that day. It seemed so long ago.

You simply smiled in return, kissing his nose. “Just got lucky I guess.”

“You can say that again.” He chuckles sitting up in the bed and then pulling you to cuddle against his chest. His little human.

“So did you have fun last night?”

You giggle a little as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, “Indeed I did. You're quite skilful, dare I say.”

“You flatter me.” He chuckles, running a hand down your bare back. “That wasn’t even my A-game. Next time I’ll rock your world.”

You laugh a little. “For sure, for sure.”

Collin grins at you for a moment, staring down at you with his doe-ish, love-filled eyes. He clumsily kisses your lips, pulling away a bit too quickly for your liking. “Come on now little troublemaker, its time you had breakfast.”

A part of you wanted to protest, to lay on in Collin's bed, in his embrace for a few minutes longer but you did have a growing appetite. You supposed you could just get back into bed again after breakfast.

So you threw on Collin’s oversized robe again and Collin, a pair of pyjama bottoms before heading down to the kitchen to sort out something to eat. However, upon entering the kitchen, you both spotted a familiar figure. It was Connor, slumped on one of the chairs at the counter, with a mug of something in hand. If he was a human you would say he looked exhausted, but androids couldn’t be tired, could they?

“Connor?” You called out to him, causing him to swirl in his seat to get a better view of who was calling him, perking up a little when he saw your face.

You clasped your arms around him in a tight hug. “I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too.” He spoke in a relieved manner, rubbing your back. The greeting, however, didn’t stop Collin on his mission to make breakfast, him soon moving behind the two of you to start up the coffee machine.

As you both parted from your hug you noticed Connor’s shirt looking slightly worse for wear. “What happened?” You asked pulling at it a little.

“Just a little accident, don’t worry.” He tried to ease your nerves. “I’m sorry I took longer than expected.” He placed a kiss on your forehead. You frowned a little still not really satisfied with his explanation.

“Collin messaged me saying you were worried, I should have called, I’m sorry.”

“Just, don’t disappear, okay.” You tilted your head, still holding his shirt tight.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” He shook his head as his hands settled on your hips, only now taking in the fact that you were wearing Collin’s robe and presumably nothing under it.

Your hands moved up to Connor's hair, running your fingers through it, causing Connors eyes to momentarily close.

You don’t know why you had been so worried, you should trust Connor. Of course, he wasn't going to leave you. You supposed it was your unstable past which perhaps made you slightly agitated with the idea of him gone for more than a few hours.

You were used to people from your past, people you cared about being taken away from you. You just had to remind yourself that this time was different.  Connor and Collin where androids, not humans, they wouldn’t disappear as easily.

You sigh, imagining your worries disappearing from your body, breathing in you focus on reality. Connor and Collin are here and with you. You smile at Connor’s sweet face and focus in on his gentle grasp, pulling you away from the heaviness in your mind.

You exhale again, feeling more grounded. “So, what are we going to do today, boys?”

“I have a few ideas.” Collin calls out over his shoulder as he continues looking through the cabinets.

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“Are you ready for this?” Collin purrs.

“Of course I am.” You speak back bravely, without hesitation.

“And you think you can take both of us?” A cocky smirk appears on Connor’s rosy lips, one that you didn’t see too often on him.

“Don’t underestimate me! Do your worst.” You speak back with determination.

“Oh, we plan on destroying you, sweetheart.” Collin’s teasing voice echoes in your ear.

You bite your lip in anticipation as you grasp the controller firmly.

That familiar sound you had heard so many times starting to blare through the speakers.

3… 2… 1… Go!

“Come on Toad you absolute moron!” You shout at the TV screen as your characters Kart has a dud start, Collin and Connor’s characters now shooting way ahead of you.

Collin laughs audibly at your misery, “Tough luck, princess.”

That little shit.

His laugh soon ceases when Connor soon hits his character with the dreaded blue turtle shell. “That was for you. Y/N.”

“Kiss ass.” Collin mumbled under his breath as he elbowed Connor’s shoulder.

With a grunt Connor elbowed him back, this continued until both of them ended up bashing into one another. Connor doing so in a playful way but Collin taking it slightly more serious.

You were finally catching up to them until Connor knocked into Collin a little too hard, causing him to fall on your lap and knock the controller out of your hand in the process.

“Collin!” You whine. “Get off my damn hands.”

Both the boys start laughing as you attempt to stand up to get your controller. Damn, androids were heavier than they looked.

All too soon all three of you were in the last places, of course, you in dead last.

“I hate you guys” You huff, trying not to laugh as well.

Unknown to the three of you, your loud noises caught Richard’s attention. He initially wanted to ask you all to keep it down, that he was trying to work but once he noticed the merriment the three of you had been sharing, he decided to just walk away. Probably to continue brooding someplace else.

Probably best that way, the more Collin seemed to learn about how Richard had spoken to you and acted around you the angrier he seemed to get. Oh, how he wished he’d have stepped in sooner.

Connor luckily was still unaware of the majority of what went down between Richard and yourself. And you wanted to keep it that way at least for a while longer. You knew you had to tell him at some point, the thought often weighing on you, but you just hadn’t figure out how to do it yet.

Maybe it would be better to just get it out of the way. To rip the bandage off so to speak, but yet…

A part of you was somehow soft for Richard, even after all of his bullshit. You hated that it was. He just left you feeling so confused all the time.

Push away those thoughts, you told yourself whenever they arose. Probably not the best coping mechanism but you didn’t really know any better.

But today your mind had not been occupied by Richard, just Connor and Collin. Their soft words, silly jokes and smiling faces left you feeling all too happy. You were so glad Connor was back again and even more enthusiastic about the fact he had the day off tomorrow. Collin, unfortunately, was going to be back In work that day.

As annoyed as you were that it couldn’t be the three of you together again you had thought that it presented a perfect opportunity for you and Connor both to share your first time together. Although Collin being there too would be an added delight you knew Connor to be a bit shy at times. You thought it might be better if it was just the two of you for such an occasion. Plus Collin had the opportunity for your first time together to just be you two so it made sense to you at least.

You had hoped to bring up the fact you and Collin had had sex in Connors absence in a slightly more dignified manner but of course, Collin had to brag about it, like he beat Connor to it. Of course, he was joking and Connor didn’t mind, but his flushed cheeks did show you he was a little embarrassed talking about the subject.

Poor Connor, you thought. He seemed so innocent compared to Collin.

Or so you thought. It wasn't necessarily that he was ‘innocent’ he was just too much of a gentleman. Of course, he still had urges however he did not want to come across as crude or offensive, unlike Collin who had little worry for such things.  

Regardless of Collins brash comments you three did end up having a good day just chilling in the apartment and catching up. When it came to nighttime the three of you decided to stay in Collins room. Connor and Collin staying awake most of the night to watch nonsense TV, you happily snuggled between the two. Sleeping like a very content little puppy.

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Notes:  I like to Imagine that Richard views the three of them as The Animaniacs. Connor - Yakko, Collin - Wakko and of course the Reader as Dot.

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Hi!!! Can i request some smut where reader punish Jisung for being a brat plz ( Maybe some crying and soft aftercare?)

Touchy - Han Jisung

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⤷pairing - jisung x reader

⤷genre - smut

⤷summary - jisung takes his bratty antics a bit too far

⤷warnings -sub:jisung, dom!reader, public sex, pegging, crying aftercare, fluff

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jisung let his fingers trail over to your thighs. you thought nothing of it, thinking he was just nervous about the meeting, so you didn’t do anything about it, you just continued to smile and talk with the mangers. it wasn’t until his fingers went higher that you realized his true intentions.

“ji, stop that.” you warn, trying not to draw attention to the both of you. “what am i doing, y/n?” he asked slyly with a mockingly innocent smile. you roll your eyes at his act. “just wait until we get home.” you tell him, plucking his hand off your thigh. his facade falters a little, but he regains it and puts his hand right back on your thigh. this time, it goes a little higher, hovering directly over your heat.

he gives you a bratty smirk before using his fingers to rub your heat through your clothes. he proceeded to look ahead, looking like he was paying attention to whatever was happening. he continued to tease you, using his fingers to build your arousal.

thankfully, the meeting was adjourned quickly, and the rest of stray kids stood up to go back to the dorms. you and jisung were the last to leave, you placed a warning hand in the small of his back to push him gently out the door. the rest of the members went to separate activities, some went out for food, others were playing video games.

you made it to your and jisung’s room, and immediately after you locked the door, you pinned him to the back of it. “what the fuck was that, jisung?” you asked, watching as he smirked. “we were just at a meeting discussing the future of your band, and you decide to tease me like that?” you asked rhetorically. “maybe you should punish me then, hm, mommy?” you narrowed your eyes and growled at him, kissing him with all passion.

he moaned into the kiss, squirming under your touch as you moved down his lips to his jawline and collarbones, leaving hickies in your wake. “fuck, mommy, please,” he moaned, leaning his head so you had more access to mark him up. “what makes you think you deserve it, after pulling that? you don’t.” you mumbled, pulling him from the wall to his bed, pushing him down.

“you are going to take everything i give you,” you say as you unbutton his shirt. “like a good boy, hm?” this time moving towards his pants. “maybe.” he answers cheekily. “that brat attitude won’t get you anywhere but with a hard cock and sore ass. don’t try me.” you mumbled, pulling his pants down and off.

under his bratty exterior, he was so painfully hard under his boxers, staining them wet with precum. “you want to be touched, don’t you?” you asked, kissing his inner thighs. “no- ah!” his sentence was cut off with a moan as you gripped his cock through his boxers. “we both know that’s not true, baby boy.” you told him, palming him through the material.

you got bored of teasing and decided to pull his boxers down, exposing his cock and just how turned on he truly was. slowly, you wrapped your hands around his cock. “don’t tease.” he whimpered. “if you want something, you gotta beg.” you told him, making sure to move your hand painfully slowly up and down his erection. “i-i’m not going to fucking beg, just m-make me cum.” he tried hard to keep up his bratty attitude, but you could see it was fading.

“hm.” you you hummed, nodding your head. you leant your head down and resumed kissing his thighs, this time sucking small hickies into them. he shivered at the feeling. you sucking hickies into his thighs, and the slow, leisure action of your hand moving up and down his cock made him go crazy. “f-fuck, please!!” he begged. you’d finally broken him. you smiled and leaned up. “what do you want me to do, baby boy?” you asked, continuing the slow pace of your hand.

“p-please, move faster, m-make me cum, please!” he pleaded, trying to refrain from bucking his hips up. “thank you, was that so hard?” you asked, speeding up the pace of your hand. you set a fast pace, fulfilling his wishes as you did so. sounds of moans and whimpers fell from his lips. “thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

you pulled your hand away with a smirk, watching as he whined and looked at you with tears in his eyes. “w-wha-“ he stuttered. “you’ve seemed to forget that you’re still on punishment.” he just whined in response, flopping against the bed.

“face down ass up.” you command, moving to grab your box from under the bed. inside the box were many kinds of toys, but you only pulled one out — a strap-on dildo. you pulled out a bottle of lube along with it. you stripped yourself of clothing and got behind him. he tensed up when he felt your presence behind him. “relax, baby boy. i won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” you said and ran a soothing hand down his back. “i-i know. i trust you.” you smiled at the sentiment.

you poured a generous amount of lube on your fingers and placed them at his entrance. you slipped one finger inside, moving it slowly to get him used to the feeling again. small moans left his lips as you continued. “a-another, please?” he asked, squirming as you continued with your finger. you added another finger, watching as he began to push back and fuck himself on your fingers. you began to scissor your fingers, stretching him out so he could be ready to take the strap.

you pulled out your fingers when you were sure he was stretched enough. “ready?” you asked him, strapping the harness onto your thighs. “ready, p-please make me cum,” he pleaded. you pushed the tip against his hole, grabbing his hips tightly and pushing into him. a deep, guttural groan game from his mouth as you pushed all the way in.

quickly, you moved your hips, pulling out almost completely, just to push back into him roughly. pretty soon, you set a fast pace that had your thighs burning, but it was all worth it just to hear his beautiful moans and whines. you threaded your hands into his hair and pulled him up to your chest, watching as he cried out.

tears pricked at his eyes and threatened to spill as you continued to push into him. “fuck! s-so deep!” he moaned out. the tears spilled over and fell down his cheeks and waves as he felt so overwhelmed. “fuck, ji, you look so good like this. so ruined and wrecked already and you haven’t even came yet.” he cried out at your words. you let his head fall back into the crook of your neck as his back arched.

the position was awkward, but it allowed you to see all of him as he fell apart. “i-i’m gonna c-cum! mommy, pl-lease, fuck!” you rocked your hips into his even faster. “come for me, sungie, show me how fucking ruined you are for me.” you whispered into his ear, and reached down to tweak his nipples.

he jerked and writhed in your arms, his cock twitched, and moments later he came, painting the sheets with ivory spurts of cum. you helped him ride out his orgasm, and pulled out. you helped him lie down so he could stay clear of his cum, and went to get a cloth to help clean him up.

he breathed heavily as he lay down, smiling dreamily and fuzzily at you when you came back with a clean towel. quickly, you ran some hot bath water to help relax him even more. when the tub was filled up enough, you went to help jisung into the tub. he sat down gingerly. you left for only a minute to change the sheets. once you returned, you got in with him and let him rest his head in your shoulder. “you okay, ji?” you asked, lathering up a towel with soap to wash him off. “mhm. that felt absolutely fucking amazing.” he mumbled tiredly. you chuckled. “maybe i should be bratty more often if that’s how you’re going to fuck me everytime.” he smirked. “try it, it won’t get you very far.” you told him with a playful smiled.

next, you washed yourself, still making slight conversation with him as you did so. soon enough, you were finished. you helped him dry off and put on his sleep clothes, doing the same for yourself. you helped him into the freshly made bed, and he latched onto you almost immediately.

“you okay, really?” you asked, making sure he was absolutely fine. “i’m okay.” he confirmed. “good, because you did so well for me. you took all of it so well.” you praised, kissing his forehead lovingly. “thank you.” he mumbled tiredly. “we can talk more in the morning, ji. get some sleep. love you.” you told him, pulling him closer to you. “love you too.”

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24 little kinks | Doors 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 🎄

“You remember that chocolate advent calendar I got you for December?”

“I do,” he chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to your temple. “You made me display it in the kitchen so I would not eat it all at once.”

Your smile widened. “How about we get another one?”

Loki raised an eyebrow, only now paying proper attention to the sex toy ad. Then, he frowned. It was an odd mixture of disgust, genuine curiosity and even a hint of arousal flashing in his blue eyes.

A/N: It’s been snowing all day here, I couldn’t stop grinning when I woke up! 😍🌨❄

NSFW warnings: public orgasm, knife play

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Loki paid Banner a visit the following morning, to check on any progress made with the alien artefact they had found. Not even he had a clue what exactly it was and without his beloved books from Asgard, it would take him ages to do the necessary research. Hence, the God of Mischief spent the whole week teleporting from library to library, even visiting Doctor Strange in his sanctuary, for any useful information.

Thor had rarely seen his brother so passionate about a mission before—but perhaps it was simply because Loki harboured a deep hatred for the creatures he had once meant to use against humanity for power. Little had he known how much the sceptre had influenced his tainted heart back then.

Besides, the sooner the Chitauri were gone, the sooner he could go back to peacefully enjoying Christmas with you and let you pamper him with your traditions, customs and delicious treats. They never failed to calm him down after an exhausting day, after all.

At least, despite his lack of time due to the amount of research he did with both the Avengers and Strange, you still got to open your advent calendar.

Before he left, Loki eyed the nipple clamps inside door nine suspiciously, worried he would hurt you with the metal toy.

“How am I supposed to use these on you? They look like torture instruments.”

You hummed. He was right. You had never tried nipple clamps before but you assumed that the general rule was—as long as it felt good, keep them on, play and have fun, as soon as it started to hurt, take them off immediately.

Loki knew your body almost better than you did. He’d also know when to stop.

“I’ll look it up online while you’re gone.” In the meantime, you would also get some Christmas shopping done. You were late this year and there were only three weeks left for you to purchase everything you needed. Loki’s present you’d pick up no earlier than on Christmas morning. You couldn’t wait for his reaction.

Two hours later, you wished you had taken the God of Mischief with you. The shopping centre had been transformed to a Winter Wonderland. Giant trees towered up to the ceiling, richly decorated with thousands of ornaments and baubles; holiday lights hung from every railing and festive Christmas wreaths made every single store a little jollier.

You bought both Loki and yourself a giant candy cane before you returned home with two full bags of gifts for your friends—among them a pair of black silver earrings with a tiny storage function for Natasha and a giant box full of poptarts for Thor. All you were still missing was a present for Tony. That man was a billionaire. He could afford anything he wanted in a heartbeat… you pursed your lips. It might be harder than you thought to find something for him.

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“Ready to open four doors at once?” Loki had just stepped out of the shower and was welcomed not only by the scent of homemade Christmas biscuits you had just shoved in the oven but also you wearing a Christmassy red pullover along with a black skirt and equally black and almost knee-high boots. He almost purred at the sight when you approached him.

You had promised him to open the calendar before you left for Tony’s Christmas party. Because of all the panic and havoc the Chitauri attack as well as the discovery of another otherworldly artefact on Earth, both of you had almost forgotten it was tonight—on Friday the 13th. You both wondered whether that was a good or a bad sign.

You had promised to bring some biscuits and Loki had promised to behave and not to play tricks on the party guests—at least for as long as Stark and the other superheroes treated him with all due respect; and you simply hoped, sincerely, that Loki would be able to enjoy himself tonight. Christmas parties were a wonderful thing.

People came together after a long time of not having seen each other, they had mulled wine and hot chocolate, talked about what they are getting their loved ones for Christmas and sometimes even sang Christmas carols together.

“I thought you’d never ask, my sweet.”

Loki was dressed dangerously… scarce with only that towel around his hips. He knew you were very well aware he could magic on his infamous and outrageously handsome black suit to cover his well-defined chest, strong thighs and that v-line which made your mouth water whenever he wanted… you cleared your throat, eliciting a cheeky smirk from him when he followed you into the bedroom. Excitement cursed through your veins when you thought about what adventure the calendar would take you on next. You were yet to use those nipple clamps too, after all.

Two of the four boxes you had missed were rather big and heavy. Sheepishly, you handed one to Loki and allowed him to unpack it first. Door ten revealed a small vanilla-scented candle. You realised immediately what it was.

“It’s for wax play,” you stated, grinning to yourself as Loki fingered the candle with his head tilted slightly. He glanced at you with a playful glistening in his blue eyes.

“After all those little doors I had not yet considered how very depraved you are, my sweet little (Y/N).”

What could you say to that? Loki had seen the amounts of erotic novels on your bookshelf. They were a lot more enticing than porn could ever be—and they provided you with loads of information on sex toys.

“Come on, you love it.” You replied. Loki winked, making your heart jump.

“What is in yours?”

Quickly, you opened the next box. Perhaps you should always wait a few days and then open several doors at once to be more creative in bed… door eleven revealed a… oh.

You chuckled. It looked like a vibrator, although shaped a little unusual—not to stimulate your g-spot but to stimulate… the prostate.

“That’s for you.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“It’s a prostate massager. A vibrator for men.”

Loki frowned, clearly suspicious of the device. “And how exactly am I to use that?”

“It goes up your… butt.”

His gaze was outraged, his lips slightly parted when he looked back up at you.

“Absolutely not.”

“Loki… it’s meant to make you feel good. Lots of men say vibrators like these make them cum like crazy. At least give it a try.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No!”

You sighed. It wasn’t so bad—and it certainly wasn’t like you had asked to peg him. But fine… you’d convince him at some point.

“Oh fine…” Perhaps you’d be luckier with the next box. Loki took it from you impatiently. Yep… he would definitely like this one better. It was a little black flogger.

“Much better… I remember promising you to spank that lovely backside of yours, do you?”

You swallowed thickly. “Right now?” You chirped.

“Oh no… when you least expect it.” Loki tested it on his palm, bringing it down forcefully. The sharp sound sent shivers up and down your spine—pleasant shivers. “Oh yes… I am looking forward to using this on you. Last box, my sweet.” He mused. Blinking, you cleared your throat yet again and tended to the last box. Door number thirteen. Curiously, you pulled out a pink vibrator egg with a white removal cord and a remote control.

“That appears to be…”

“Oh, I believe I do know what that is, my sweet.” His eyes locked with yours. Loki’s grin was downright malicious. Your eyes widened. “You can’t expect me to… not tonight!”

“Especially tonight… you asked me to enjoy myself. I can ensure you that now, I will.”

He pushed you down on the bed, his towel falling in the process. He was semi-hard, the thought of putting that vibrating egg in you arousing him endlessly. Part of him wished he could simply skip that superficial Christmas party and fuck you already… but then again he loved teasing you—and he loved an interesting foreplay almost as much as he loved sinking his length into you.

Loki used his thumb to brush over your entrance, testing your wetness. Just like he had expected, he found you dripping, no lube needed for inserting that little toy. You moaned when he pushed it all the way in at once, testing the vibration with the remote control. You flinched, pressing your legs together. Oh dear…

The God of Mischief smirked. Good thing those toys came charged already.

“We will be late for Stark’s Christmas celebration, my sweet.” The constant buzzing made you even hornier than you already were. Damn… this was only the lowest setting. How on Earth would you survive the evening? The vibrator inside you hit all of your sweet spots. If he kept going like this, you would be coming undone for him soon.

Biting your lower lip, you forced yourself back up on your feet, adjusting your skirt. Loki simply flicked his wrist, wrapping himself in his all-black suit—except today, he had exchanged the black tie with an emerald green one matching the season.

He stopped you the moment he switched off the vibrator.

“Hold on. I want you to wear these along with the toy.”

Loki handed you a box he materialised—it was the crotchless panties you had bought along with the calendar in the sex toy. Your eyes widened. Loki would make sure to drive you crazy during that Christmas party, that you were sure of. Leaking through your panties was one thing but leaking all the way down your thighs? Entirely another.

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Tony had outdone himself. The compound, although smaller, was decorated twice as much as the shopping centre you had been to today. It had been rather chilly on the way here—not short of a miracle since Loki had made you wear that thin excuse for panties.

He had not used the remote since your arrival. You were chatting with your friends—enjoying biscuits, drinking wine and painstakingly spending a lot of time with Tony to figure out what to get him for Christmas.

Loki was by your side the entire time, he’d even gotten involved in a few conversations—but thus far, the Christmas lights Stark had put up everywhere seemed to have been a lot more interesting for him than the party guests.

You had almost forgotten about the vibrator inside you—right until Tony put an arm around you and the instant punishment was the lowest setting of vibrations stimulating your walls, making you flinch. The good thing was, thanks to his raving about his current Iron Man project—you now knew what you’d get Tony for Christmas.

Loki seemingly pretended to focus on one of the wreaths on the wall, one of his hands in his pockets, fingering the remote. When he caught you staring at him warningly, he smirked… and then pressed a button to increase the power.

You suppressed a moan, clenching your fists. If Tony hadn’t been tipsy already, he might have noticed your sudden discomfort but luckily, nobody paid attention when you excused yourself and returned to Loki who was still grinning like a cat who got the cream.

“Enjoying ourselves, are we?” Anger flashed in his blue eyes. “Who gave him the right to touch you?”

“Loki, please, calm down. Tony is a friend, that gesture was purely companionable. Besides, I was merely trying to find out what to get him for Christmas.”

The God of Mischief growled quietly. There was not a lot he called his own. There was no throne, no kingdom, no army and no people he ruled, and certainly no women that threw themselves at his feet. All of those privileges had been snatched from him even before his birth in the cold of Jötunheim. Thor was the hero, he was the villain. Some things would never change, even if the Avengers pretended they did for the most part. But Loki would never allow them taking you from him. The only woman who took him the way he was, who listened and understood… who loved him. He could not possibly, in spite of his silver tongue, phrase how much he loved you too.

He took the freedom of jealousy, sometimes. Especially when he was in the possession of a little remote which could control your pleasure.

His torture continued for several more hours. Every now and then—whether you were dancing, talking, eating or checking your make-up in the bathroom, Loki would startle you by switching the egg on, slowly or quickly working you towards orgasm and then letting you cool down again. The panties only added to your arousal, knowing that if Loki slipped his hand under your skirt, he’d have instant access to your private parts, testing your wetness for him.

At some point, you wished he’d take you in the bathroom already, grant you some relief. But he didn’t. Loki let you suffer. It was almost midnight when you sat at the bar with Nat. You knew Loki was close by—you could practically feel him staring daggers at your back, yet when you glanced back, you saw him engaged in a chat with his brother. The vibrator was quiet… for now.

You had crossed your legs—making sure not to take any risks. You had just finished another glass of wine when the egg suddenly hummed to life again, making you flinch and sit up straight in an instant.

Natasha eyed you down. “You seem tense, are you alright?”

“Just tipsy…” You lied. Gosh… you felt like crying and smirking at the very same time.

“Tipsiness looks different.” You sighed. Nat was perceptive; of course she was, she was a master assassin. Loki switched to a higher setting—and he kept doing so until the vibrator had reached its peak. Thankfully, because of the Christmas music in the background, no one could hear the buzzing between your legs. What people would notice, however, was you cumming. If he didn’t stop… your breathing quickened.

“(Y/N)… what the hell is wrong with you?” She paused, eyeing you up and down a few times. “Bože moi, please don’t tell me Loki and you didn’t… did he put a—“

Your eyes widened. “Nat! Oh God, shut up! No! Nothing is… I mean, I’m just… he didn’t… If you lose a word about this, I’ll…”

The assassin lifted an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “I wish I never asked.”

“I’m… I should leave.” You squeaked.

She hummed in approval, shaking her head slightly when you stormed towards Loki before your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. You squeezed your eyes shut, clutching at his black suit with a suppressed moan, your pussy contracting around the still vibrating toy. You would have dropped to your knees if he hadn’t supported you instinctively, letting your pleasure consume you. Luckily Thor had just left to pour himself another drink.

“My… that is quite a show you are putting on for me. Tell me, did you enjoy it? Knowing I control your pleasure, your orgasms wherever we are?” He chuckled when you didn’t reply. Finally, the vibrations stopped. You took a deep breath. “Am I right to assume you wish to return home now?” He then asked innocently.

You nodded briefly, allowing him to lead you back to the entrance to pick up your jacket. Your goodbyes were rushed and quick but you couldn’t care less as long as Loki finally brought you away from here.

-

You were angry with him; angry for putting you in such an embarrassing situation! You doubted Natasha would blab, still, her knowing in the first place was shameful as was. But there was more to your rage. You were angry with yourself too, for you had enjoyed this, thoroughly. You had loved how sexy and sneaky Loki had made you feel among the party guests, wearing those crotchless panties and having a toy inside you, with him, just like he had said, controlling your pleasure. Natasha had picked up on that aspect rather quickly too, so you figured. Damn it.

Once you were back in your bedroom, you reached between your legs. You pulled out the toy with a silent popping noise, throwing it on the bed.

“Loki, what were you thinking?!” You pointed at the wet toy as if it were to blame for what happened tonight. “Do you realise that Nat smelled the rat immediately? She probably even witnessed me… oh my God!”

Burying your hands in your face, you shook your head.

“What does it matter? Let them all see what is mine and what they will never have. Let them see what we share.” He spat, arousal glistening in his eyes. Rest assured, Loki had imagined fucking you before the Avengers’ eyes before. He would not actually do it… but the thought of demonstrating them how much you wanted him filled him with both pride and arousal. Natasha Romanoff knowing about your intimate… connection during the Christmas party did not worry him. He would not have taken it this far if he had had doubts the assassin would act on what she saw tonight.

“You’re such an animal sometimes!”

Loki lifted his chin, approaching you slowly and threateningly—yet you did not dare move away from him. “If that truly is the worst insult you can come up with when you are angry with me, my sweet, I gladly accept.” He growled. Unceremoniously, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him. “Is there anything else you would like to say?” A barely visible smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, his lips only inches from yours. Oh…

“Yes!” You hissed. “Fuck me already!”

Loki happily obliged. He threw you on the bed effortlessly, removing your boots with magic. A dagger materialised in his hand, the green shimmer making you squint for a second. It was almost pitch black in your bedroom.

“Keep still…” He ordered softly. You nodded, unsure of what he would do next. You gasped for air when you suddenly felt the cold blade against the sensitive skin of your neck, the metal tip slowly trailing down to your collarbone ever so slightly, right until he reached the hem of your pullover.

“I have been waiting to take these clothes off of you ever since you put them on, my sweet.” He purred in your ear, making you shiver. Loki cut those annoying layers of fabric between you two open like they were made of paper, revealing your bare skin. You had relinquished wearing a bra tonight—a circumstance which he thoroughly enjoyed.

As light as a feather, he used his dagger to draw an invisible line all the way from between your chest down to your navel. Any wrong movement could mean serious injury and blood—the thrill of him using his weapon of choice to bring you pleasure catapulted your arousal to another sphere. Loki always knew how to keep things exciting in bed.

You stilled almost completely when the tip of his blade reached your skirt and crotchless panties. One tug with the sharp end—and they fell off of you and on the mattress. You flinched when you suddenly felt the knife on your outer lips, tracing your vulva lazily.

“Loki…” You whispered. The God of Mischief took your hand for reassurance, signalising you were safe with him. In all honesty though, you were already on the verge of orgasm again. All you needed was a little… just a little stimulation to come undone for him.

It was like he read your thoughts. You never learned when his own clothes disappeared—only when he thrust into you without any forewarning, claiming you fast and roughly. The dagger disappeared, instead, his skilled fingers began to explore you relentlessly all the while he fucked you into oblivion. Your fingernails dug into his back, wanting him even closer, your legs wrapped around his hips so he could bury himself inside you even deeper.

Tonight, there was no love making. Tonight, there was primal fucking, giving in to your most depraved urges for one another. Neither of you lasted long. Loki came inside you with a loud grunt the moment he made you climax with his fingers rubbing your clit demandingly—almost forcing that orgasm out of you. You contracted around him repeatedly, milking him for all he was worth all the while he spilled his warm seed into you, throbbing against your walls.

Once you had come down from your high and your jar of bottled-up emotions had emptied again, he flipped you over so you came to lie on top of him, still joined. Your eyes were already half-closed when you felt him draping a blanket over the both of you.

“I love you so much…” You mumbled, right before you fell asleep. His quiet ‘I love you too, my sweet (Y/N)’ was already part of a wonderful dream.

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A/N: Do not worry, I have not forgotten what the other doors revealed. ;-) Doors 14 and 15 will be opened on Sunday, December 15th!

These doors also contained three anon requests! :-)

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[romantic-hero]

by request.....Part 2 Isolation Ross and Demelza AU(repost...I deleted the first one...)

Ross was sitting at the dining table drinking his coffee and reading The Times on his iPad. He could see out the front window and the usually busy sidewalk was empty except for a woman walking her corgi, and a couple wearing face masks.

Ross stretched and yawned. Then he thought about Demelza and her unexpected sex crazed FaceTime seduction. God, he missed her! She was his everything. Life felt so empty without her. His attention returned to the horror articles about the virus, when he heard the door from the garage open. He jumped from his chair and grabbed the cricket bat from the closet. The thought that he wished he had on more than his underpants flitted through his mind as, with racing heart, he raised the bat over his shoulder as the swinging kitchen door opened.

“Demelza! My god!” Ross yelled. He put the bat down and stared at his wife. “What in God’s name are you doing here?”

Demelza’s face turned from the shock at seeing Ross about to hit her with a cricket bat, to one of sheer joy at being home with Ross standing in front of her with his hair all crazy bedhead curls and in nothing except her favorite pair of his blue boxer briefs.

“Ross, I had to be with you. I couldn’t take another minute until I could touch you,” Demelza explained as she set her bag down. “Now don’t worry. We’ve seen no one in the last two weeks. Caroline has food delivered. We wipe it down and wash all the fruits and vegetables. Prudie sanitized the car, I took a shower and washed my hair. I didn’t kiss or hug anyone good bye and I drove straight here. I didn’t even stop once. I haven’t been to the toilet in five hours!” And with that announcement, she ran back to the kitchen and Ross heard the door to the downstairs loo bang open, then shut.

Ross followed her and stood by the sink. First he heard the toilet flush then the sound of running water as Demelza hummed Happy Birthday. “Use the paper towels,” he called to her. He admired her loveliness as she came back into the kitchen.

“What about the children.” Ross wanted to know.

“Jeremy of course wanted to come with me but  Clowance and Sophie and Meliora begged him to stay. I told them I’d be back in a few days. Oh, Ross don’t be angry! I just had to see you.” Demelza looked like she might cry. “I washed all my clothes, even my shoes. I stepped into the car and got out in our garage...”

“My love, you don’t know how glad I am that you are here.” Ross stepped towards her. “Can we hug? I haven’t had a shower today, but I haven’t seen anyone but Dwight since you left. We meet in the park and run. We keep two meters apart.” Ross knew he was babbling but he couldn’t stop. “I swear I’m clean.” He raised his arms as if he would pull her close, then dropped them uncertainly.

Demelza smiled. She took off her jacket and dropped it on the floor. Then she kicked off her trainers and pulled her tee shirt off and flung it at Ross. She turned and started up the stairs. “Race you to the shower!” she challenged him with a backward glance and took off.

“No contest!” he yelled and Ross was right behind her.  Demelza was laughing as she turned on the water and as the steam rose, she took off her leggings and sports bra as Ross hopped on one foot trying to free his foot from the leg of his underpants. Demelza jumped into the shower and Ross hurried in.

(Warning! 😏)

“Let’s soap up first,” Demelza suggested. “Though I’m dying to kiss you.”

She took the bottle of  the Jo Malone lime and basil body wash and poured some in Ross’s hand. Then she filled her own palm. “Come here, my lover.” And Ross obediently came closer.

Demelza rubbed her hands together and when she had quite a bit of foam placed her hands on Ross’s very hairy, muscular chest and started lathering him up. Ross reached for her at last and his hands massaged her pert derrière with the fagrant body wash. Demelza moved to his shoulders and then down his back. “Turn around,” she ordered and she but her lip as she washed his back and moved down to his ass. God, she loved his rear. Round and tight and covered with a light dusting of black hair, she made sure it was very clean. Then she washed his legs and when he turned around she laughed. “Oh, Ross!” For her husband was very aroused and she had never once in 13 years of marriage not marveled at the beauty of his manhood.

“Demelza, come here.” She stepped up obediently and stood with her hands on Ross’s hips as he started his own meticulous washing of his wife’s creamy white breasts. She moaned a little when his hand slipped down between her legs  and then he turned her so he could wash her backside.

“Ross, I think we should wash our hair,” said Demelza and soon his fingers massaged her scalp making huge amounts of lather whilst Demelza made quick work of his short ringlets. Then they rinsed each other off, throughly. The hot water falling in drops down from the rainfall shower head that Demelza had insisted on.

“Are we clean enough?” asked Ross.

“I do believe so,” answered Demelza and she raised her lips to his and kissed him as hard and passionately as she had the first time they had made love. His mouth devoted hers. His tongue searching and exploring while his arms held her tight.

Her hand found him hard and ready and her fingers felt the length of him.

She pushed him back until his knees hit the marble shower bench and he sat. Demelza  opened the shower door and fumbled to opened a drawer. Then she handed Ross the Lelo bottle of personal lubrication.  He looked up at her, his liquid brown eyes searching her face, a sexy little smile played at his lips while he poured a little lube in his hand then applied it. Demelza held his gaze as she fondled her breasts. When Ross was ready, Demelza straddled his lap and slowly lowered herself on him.

“Oh God, Ross,” she moaned loudly. She placed her hands on his shoulders, and as his hands gripped her hips helping her balance, she rode him up and down at first fast and furiously until she felt she might reach her climax.

“Slow down, babe,” Ross whispered. “We have time.” He lowered his head and caught one pink nipple with his lips and started sucking while his tongue teased mercilessly.

Demelza arched her back and held Ross’s head while his attentions brought her closer to the brink of no return.

The gentle warm rain of the shower added to the sensuousness of the moment and then Demelza heard that growl in the back of her husband’s throat that she knew meant he was about to reach his own peak of satisfaction.

“Harder, Ross, please,” Demelza moaned and Ross obliged trusting upward as she pushed down on him wanting him to fill her completely.

“Is it good, Demelza,” he demanded,

“Yes, Ross!”

“Say it again, Demelza!” He ordered, his deep baritone turning her on more than she imagined possible. He gave her ass a gentle slap. “Tell me!”

“Yes, darling, yes!” Demelza was panting as she begged her husband to bring her to her release and as she felt him tremble inside her she knew he was ready and so they both let go at once in a marvelous simultaneous explosion.

Ross held her as she caught her breath, his own starting to calm.

When she was quiet, Demelza got up and turned off the water. Then she stepped out of the shower and got two towels and handed one to Ross. They dried off and Demelza  wrapped a rapid dry hair turban  around her wet head  and they went into their bedroom and laid down.

“Ross, can’t you come back to Cornwall with me? “ Demelza asked as she cuddled up next to Ross and put her arm around him.

“My love, I can’t.  Dwight is lost without Caroline and the girls.” Ross pulled Demelza close. “The situation at the hospital is dire. I search the Internet constantly for the supplies they need. I’m at his beck and call.  Maybe you could stay a few days. Prudie is with the children.” Ross looked at Demelza.

“Let’s talk about it later,” Demelza said. “Maybe I can go with you this evening to see Dwight.”

Ross kissed the side of her face. “Dwight will like that.”

They fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. The future so uncertain, but their love the one true constant they could depend on.  

[gauntie-o-dimm]

Eskel | Inks And Feelings

Prompt: ‘I never knew you had a tattoo there.’ 

Word count: 2400+ Warnings: Smut, swearing

With a sigh, I plopped down on the bed. I slightly shivered and watched as Eskel closed the door before taking off my boots. The Witcher I was traveling with seemed unfazed by the dampness of his clothes - even though we had been riding through the wilderness in a heavy snow storm for hours on end. I reached for a cloth from my bag, using it to dry my face. 'Do you want to take a bath, or shall I go first?' he asked me, scratching some dried blood from under his nails. His snow-stained boots were placed near the fireplace. 'You can go first.' I told him, proceeding to poke the fire alive a bit. For how long had we been on the road? I pondered as I heard Eskel head out towards the bathroom. I had to resist the urge to follow him and coax him to take a bath together - I wasn't sure if the Witcher felt the same thing for me and it would be plain embarrassing if he rejected me, given that we had to go a long way back from Skellige to Kaer Morhen soon. It had been weeks, at least. When he asked me to assist with completing a bunch of contracts he had kind of hoarded before deciding to slay all monsters in one trip, I was sure to join. After all, I had been having a crush on the brunet Witcher for months now. How he ended up in such a special place in my heart, that I didn't know. 'Your turn.' Eskel said, startling me from my thoughts. I turned to him, my face flushing as soon as I saw that he was completely bare apart form a towel around his waist. He draped his armor over a chair near the fireplace. 'I kind of forgot to bring dry clothes, so I will sleep in my loincloth, alright? If it makes you uncomfortable, I can sleep on the floor or rent another room, I-' 'Eskel, it's alright.' I told him with a kind smile. The thought of his bare skin touching mine in bed tonight was welcome as it settled in my mind. Too bad he only thought of me in a platonic way, right?  

From my bag, I took a spare shirt and underwear, walking towards the bathroom on the other side of the hallway. This is what I liked about Skellige taverns - they often had hot baths set up which they refilled every hour or two. That way, the water was still luke-warm and not too dirty if you came in just before the change. The heat was welcoming and I wondered if I had taken place in the same bath Eskel had just bathed in. The idea alone aroused me immensely and I had to try my best to not slip my hand between my thighs. What if somebody else came in? After washing myself with a bar of soap that ways laying around, I arose from the bath, drying myself off with a towel and putting on my fresh clothes. Everything I had on me was soaked to the last thread, socks and underwear included. I rushed to the room we had rented, hoping to not walk into anybody. The top I was wearing made me feel kind of naked, but since the wrap I usually put around my chest to hold up my breasts was soaking wet and the hallway was pretty chilly, my nipples became visible through my shirt and I just hoped it wouldn't be noticed by the Witcher. Eskel was sitting in one of the chairs, leaned back in his loincloth as if I wasn't even there, unabashedly stretched out. I blushed as I let my eyes wander over his toned chest, quickly rushing to the chair that was holding the clothes. I dropped them there, making sure that they could get dry by the following morning. I felt the Witcher stare at me and I looked out of the corner of my eyes to look at him. For a moment, I saw his gaze lingering on my chest, but I noticed that his eyes flickered towards the side of my right breast. I tried my best not to blush too bad, since I was sure that he was checking me out...

'I never knew you had a tattoo there.' Eskel slightly blushed as he stared at the side of my breast. I looked down at it, giving a small smile. 'It's only a small portion of it.' He thickly swallowed, blinking as I maintained eye-contact with him. The Witcher rubbed his neck awkwardly before folding his hands into his lap in a strange position. My gaze flickered over his fingers, which were slightly starting to bend, as if something was pressing against-- Wait. Oh...

Something pleasant stirred in the pit of my stomach. The way he was looking at me sent a wave of confidence through me and a pool of desire settled in the pit of my stomach. I realized that he wanted me as just as much as I wanted him. And if that wasn't the case, he would push me off soon enough.

I shuffled a bit closer to the Witcher, leaning in to press a kiss on his cheek. 'Do you want to see the rest of it?' His face was set aflame like I had never seen anyone blush before. His eyes widened in shock, his mouth opening and closing as if he was trying to say something. I softly smiled at him, cupping his face with my hand.

'Dear Eskel, there is no need to be so shy...' He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. He slightly turned his head, kissing the palm of my hand. '(Y/n), there is something I need to tell you...' My hand slid down to his neck, slipping back to tangle in his dark hair. His breathing became irregular. A sudden wave of confidence had me climb onto his lap. His eyes snapped open and bore into mine. 'What are you...' 'Just tell me what you need to say, Eskel...' I whispered, starting to grind myself against him. The bulge in his underwear brushed against my core, making me soaked within seconds. 'I ah...' he tried to mutter, eyes closing for a moment before he dared to look at me again. 'I've been feeling things for you, (Y/n)... For quite a long ti-- Hah...' Instinctively, his hands went to grab my thighs. He blushed at the act, pulling them back as if he had just burned himself. 'Sorry, I just--' 'Don't apologize so much, Eskel...' I whispered, leaning forward. Teasingly, I brushed my lips against his, still steadily grinding against his erection. 'I've been in love with you for so long... And I never knew you could even consider me-- Hmm... You are driving me crazy...' He wanted to kiss me. Desperately. I pressed a few kisses against his jaw and smiled against his neck. It was killing him, but he was too adorable to not admire in this state. It was killing me, too. 'Tell me what you want to do to me.' I said, lifting the hem of my shirt. As if in complete trance, Eskel stared at my chest as soon as I pulled it off my head, revealing that I had no bra on. 'I... Your tattoo looks good...' Across my breast, a huge fire-spitting dragon was visible. 'Maybe you can try to put out the flame it is breathing...' I said with a small smile. 'And I have a little tattoo somewhere else, too... But I will show you that later...' I rubbed my own nipples, which had became rock-hard in the process of riling up the Witcher in front of me. I chewed on my own bottom lip, hoping he would get the hint. For a moment, Eskel looked at me uncertain. Then, totally unexpected, he grabbed a hold of my breast, starting to attack it with kisses and licks. His tongue slithered around my nipple, flicked over the perky bud while cat-like eyes made me shiver. I let out small gasps as he sucked on the small buttons, changing every few seconds. 'I've been imagining fondling your breasts...' Eskel breathed out, pressing his face in between them. 'They're even softer than I thought... And so warm...' The sound of his confession made me tingle pleasantly. I resumed my previous actions - rubbing up against his clothed member, which was hard and pressing against my butt. 'Hmmm... Can I suck your tits while you ride me?' Now I was the one to blush and I nodded eagerly. Eskel was quick to take off his loincloth, cock springing free as soon as it saw the light. I let out a sigh of relief with him, enjoying what I was seeing. The girth was greater than I had ever seen before and I also had to admit that I imagined sex with Eskel and the real thing turned out to look even better. I rid myself of the rest of my clothing and sat down on his lap again. Eskel was jerking himself off a bit more, spitting into his hand to lube up his length. As I sank down onto him, it felt like a dream come true. Finally, I thought, finally he is fucking me. He grabbed a hold of my ass, letting me adjust to his size. He must've felt my walls clamp around him, his eyes pleading to tell him he could move. His skin felt electric at the touch, the scars that ran across his face showing raw beauty in the dim light of the room. I pressed my lips onto his, soon catching his bottom lip in between my teeth to suck on it. 'Can I... Can I move?' I gave him a small nod. 'Yes, please.' Even though I tried to sound confident, my voice shivered. As soon as he started lifting me up and down on his cock, my toes curled. Rarely I had felt this amount of pleasure before and I shifted my legs to wrap around his waist. 'Shit, (Y/n)... You're so tight.' My clitoris jerked at the sound of his voice, my hand swiftly slipping in between our bodies to fondle with it. Eskel saw my actions and smirked, quickening his pace of burying himself into me. 'Fuck... You're gorgeous.' He took one of my nipples in his mouth, softly moaning as I laced my hands in his dark hair. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I let out a shivering breath, loving the feeling of the Witcher so deep inside of me. I rolled my hips slightly, Eskel groaning at the change of angle and he muttered something - it was not quite audible since his mouth was full of my breast. I shuddered as he switched between my nipples, small strings of saliva connecting him to the small nub. 'You feel so good.' he praised, smiling at me before starting to suckle again. My body arched into him, the pace he was keeping now not quite enough to receive the maximum amount of pleasure yet enough to keep me on edge. As soon as he let my nipple go with an obnoxious pop I pushed against his chest slightly, fingers tracing against the scars that covered it. They settled down against it as soon as Eskel's back hit the bed, his dark hair spreading out over the duvet underneath him. 'Look.' I told him, holding my thigh up a bit to reveal a small tattoo of a dove, very close to my dripping sex. 'It represents freedom.' I explained with a smile. Eskel grinned - 'I bet it tastes like freedom as well, given the location of it.' A small giggle left my lips - perhaps this was something he could find out later. Leaning against him, I started to ride him in a steady and pleasurable pace. The Witcher's hands reached for my ass again, playfully starting to knead it while I rode him like there was no tomorrow. Small grunts left his lips an I leaned down to kiss him, bodies sweaty and sticking together. The sound of skin slapping skin spread lewd across the room as I resumed my previous pace of riding again, and increasing it somewhat. I let out a moan, indulging in the feeling of his cock. How I had dreamed of this very moment - fucking Eskel relentlessly, chasing after our climaxes as if nothing else in the world mattered anymore. As soon as my pace began to falter - after all I couldn't keep it going for minutes on end without getting too tired - Eskel turned me swiftly to my side, pulling my leg around his hip and sliding into me to the hilt. He smirked as he faced me, his hips bucking forward, pubic hair brushing against my straining clitoris. The sensation was rough, but the juices that were exchanged between our bodies soon softened it slightly, my excitement staining his skin - but he didn't mind. Eskel grunted, his fingers holding onto my leg as he fucked me irregularly. He must be close to his orgasm, I figured, and began to rub my clit to get closer to the edge as well. 'Oh, fuck (Y/n)! I am going to cum! Can I cum inside of you?' I widely smirked, 'Of course you can. It's not like you can get me pregnant anyways.' and it was enough to get him to fill me. Hot seed leaked down my thighs and a strong hand slid down to coax me to my high - his expert fingers had me cumming in no time. I moaned his name, face buried in his neck as my body trembled next to him. After a second or twenty, I grabbed his wrist, sobbing at the stimulation. I wrapped my arms around him, hoping to find my breath soon. My body and mind were still pulsating with pleasure and I held onto Eskel as if he was about to leave at any moment. He simply kept quiet, holding me close until I became calm again. 'Thank you.' I suddenly said. Eskel smiled, 'No, thank you. I've been wanting to do this for quite a while, (Y/n). Trust me when I say I really would like to do this again soon.' I closed my eyes, smiling exhausted. 'Perhaps I should place more tattoo's on my body just to see if you can discover them.' 'Well, there is a tattoo parlor near Novigrad.' Eskel said.

'But I could get a taste of that turtledove first.'

[littlemeowmeowschimmy]

Mine Part 2 [BTS Reactions]

As requested here’s part two! Read part one here! Also I’m a bit of a tease so I’ll leave the ending up to your imagination~ Although it’s not complete rough sex for all of them, it is a wonderful mess of hot sex~ 

Genre: Smut / Angst 

Requests opened!

Master list

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Kim Namjoon 

Your back collided with the wall as Namjoon attacked your lips. You had no idea where this came from, nor why it started off to begin with. You pressed yourself against his body, his hands firmly holding your waist against him. It never occurred to your that not speaking to Namjoon for little over a week over some silly argument would end up getting in his pants. 

Namjoon was ruthless against your skin. Attacking it as he left deep red marks all along your neck and collar bone. Clearly marking you as his hands started to slip away the fabric around your waist. He didn’t imagine his first time with you being so rough and in the moment, but he just wanted to end the tension already. 

You moaned against his ear, his erection poking in between your legs as he hosted you up and wrapped you around him. Namjoon held you in one arm as he yanks your pants off so he could marvel in the sheer beauty of your legs. Pressing his calloused palms against your thighs, squeezing them and even smacking them. 

Namjoon’s movements were quick and precise as your core continued to throb for him. At this point you were basically begging for him to do whatever he wanted with you. Although you never openly admitted it, Namjoon could feel how wet you were getting through your underwear. Unaware of his actions at first, Namjoon quickly removed his pants and boxers, sighing a breath of relief when his erection sprang free. 

“W-Wait!” You stuttered wiggling yourself out of his grip as you wobbled over towards your bedroom. You wanted to be careful because he hadn’t done much foreplay. You grabbed your bottle of lube and a condom just for extra measures. Then moved back to put not only the condom but the lube on him before looking at Namjoon in the eye. 

He smiled just a little before quickly turning you around and bending you over. He smacked your ass, another moan quickly leaving as your body moved forwards due to the sheer force. It was in a matter of seconds did he enter you, stretching your walls as you dragged out another moan. 

You had to be quiet because of your neighbors so you brought a hand up to cover your lips once Namjoon started to ruthlessly pound himself inside. His actions were quick as he only had a limited amount of time with you, but that didn’t matter as the sheer action of it all was enough to fill your entire body with pleasure. 

Kim Seokjin 

You were basically tripping over yourself at this point. Both of you were in the heat of the moment as you back fell against the plush cushions of your couch. You looked up at Jin hover above you and flushed a little bit. His shirt had been thrown off and his chest was pale and somewhat muscular. 

You turned your head just a little to the side, too embarrassed to look at him as your cheeks rose in flame. Jin moved himself in swiftly, attacking your exposed breasts. Biting the skin around the area above your bra because he hadn’t taken it off yet. He was making sure your body was filled with sensation before he got right into fucking you. 

Jin moved his hands slowly down your sides, making sure his fingers brushed up against any skin he could touch. Causing you to shiver in his hold as he moved downwards. He hadn’t even taken your underwear off and he could already feel how wet you were becoming. He was also becoming slightly uncomfortable due to his erection pressing against his tight jeans, but he wasn’t too focused on that right now. 

You took a sharp intake as he opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against your underwear. Although the feeling was foreign it didn’t go without saying that you enjoyed his breath against your clit. It pulsed for attention, wanting to be touched instantly, although Jin wasn’t going to give you that option. Instead he pulled back and moved his body forwards again.

Taking your skin in his mouth as he grinds against you. Leaving you to groan as you wanted him. Jin was being a tease and you both knew it. Especially when Jin reached down to smack your thigh, causing you to moan and arch your upper torso into his chest. 

“Just take me already Seokjin,” you whispered the tension continuing to grow as he continued to tease you. Jin chuckled against you, goosebumps beginning to swell as a small shiver left your body. You hadn’t expected this out of him. This dominate side that made everything so much more interesting. 

“I don’t think you’re ready yet sweet heart,” he whispers biting the shell of your ear his fingers gripping and pulling at your thighs. He wanted you to beg and that’s exactly what he was getting. Watching you even now drove Jin crazy as he just wanted to fuck you into your couch. 

Min Yoongi 

Everything was pitch black as Yoongi wrapped cloth over your eyes. He wanted you to experience everything without your sight, because he claimed that it would be better. You were on edge because of this, however that didn’t mean that you were interested in it in anyway. 

Yoongi had you pressed against your fluffy pillows, your body completely nude to him as he moves himself over and in between your legs. He sets your knees on his shoulders, pushing his head forwards as he teases you by breathing slow cool air on your lips. 

You twitched to the sudden tease and was instantly consumed by pleasure as his tongue darts forwards. Already licking away at the sensitive nerves. Yoongi knew exactly what to do to start to get you squirming as his tongue flattens in between your folds pressing it against your throbbing clit. Your hands instantly reach out to grab his hair as he wiggles in two fingers. 

Already starting at a fast pace, your back arching upwards as the shocks and jolts ran up and down your body. Moans easily started to flow out and they were loud too. Something about Yoongi giving you head and not seeing it was already heightening your senses to the next level. 

Then suddenly Yoongi stopped, pulling himself completely away from you. You were shocked at first, not understanding why he would just stop so soon. You heard some rummaging next to you as you were half tempted to take the cloth off. Even reaching up to touch it but was instantly met with a tight grip. 

“I never said you could touch the cloth did I?” Yoongi questions in a deep voice, your eyes widening slightly under the cloth as you shook your head side to side answering him silently. You could almost feel Yoongi’s smile as he removed his hand away from your wrist and continued onwards. 

Eventually pushing himself inside after putting a condom and lube on. Your instant reaction was to wrap yourself around him, but he had different plans. He moved both legs up and on his shoulders while most of his weight would be supported by his hand. Then he began to move quickly strings of moans leaving as you were in pure bliss. 

Jung Hoseok 

Hoseok wanted to stretch you out as he was genuinely curious as to how far you would go. Although, he wanted to be safe about it but he hadn’t brought it up yet. Everything had happened in a blur that both you didn’t know what came over you. Hoseok came over to eventually apologize but then now he was undressing you. 

Tossing your clothes to the side and eventually having you in just your underwear and bra. Hoseok also had his clothes off, well really only his shirt unbuttoned and his hair messed up. Your make out session lasted longer than you thought it would which is why Hoseok’s hair was a bit wonky at the moment. Especially his clothes because they were wrinkled and a little torn. 

He wasn’t very pleased because the shirt cost a lot, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get another. Hoseok moved himself in, brushing his palm against your ass as he smiled just a little bit. What Hoseok was thinking about earlier, he brought up to you before you got on the ground. You gave him your consent but told him to be careful. 

Which he was as he slicked his fingers with lube, lowered your underwear, spread your cheeks and slowly probed a finger inside your ass. You groaned loudly, bowing your head as you instantly moved your hips back against him. Hoseok was surprised that you welcomed it so easily that he wanted to stretch you out. 

With the slick of his finger he slowly began to pump. Your face scrunched up to the foreign feeling, however it slowly twisted into pleasure as you were moaning Hoseok’s name. His erection confided by his pants was starting to hurt as it got harder as he stretched you. Hoseok had to really restrain himself because he had to be slow and patience with this process. 

But that didn’t mean he would have fun with you. No no no. Eventually he probed another finger in, your head thrown back as you moaned louder. Your hands holding the your rug to the point your knuckles went white. Hoseok pulled back his free hand smacking your ass. Causing you to cry out as more slick built up at your lips as Hoseok watched you in pure ecstasy. 

Park Jimin 

You gasped when you heard fabric ripping. Jimin had dug his nails into your right thigh, already ripping at your stockings. You looked up at him with a surprised glint in your eye as he chuckled just a little. You hadn’t realized that just one make out session would have your back against your tilted floor and Jimin basically ripping at your clothes. 

“I’ll buy you another outfit okay?” Jimin whispers moving himself further to start ripping at your blouse. Your lacy bra was revealed to him and Jimin’s eyes darkened with lust. You reached out instantly stopping his hands from even touching your bra. It was like you were giving him a look that told him that he wouldn’t dare rip this piece. 

Jimin chuckled under his breath as he complied with your warning glare. Instead he just ripped away at your underwear and stuck his head in between your legs. Instead of going straight for your throbbing core, he kissed above it. A shiver running through your veins as he moved his fingers upwards. Slowly brushing them against your skin, only to cause you to continue to tremble. 

He kept his eyes on you the entire time as you squirmed under him. This wasn’t what you were expecting from any of this. Especially when Jimin grasps your breast squeezing them, then smacking them. Your nipples were already becoming sensitive, so when he smacked against them you whimpered slightly. 

Jimin’s head popped up, tilting it just a bit as he realized he did something wrong. He moved himself in, pressing his erection against your bare entrance, rubbing his fabric as he grinds against you. Eventually, Jimin moves his head in to start kissing around the skin he smacked. Even taking your breast with your bra still on in his mouth. 

You groaned out arching into him. It was already like he knew what he was doing, and you didn’t want to direct him otherwise. Instead, you tilted your head just a little to the side as Jimin found a new interest. Sucking at your skin as he continues to grind against you. His grinding quickened as your moans started to spew out. Encouraging him further until he stopped to take his pants and boxers off.. 

Kim Taehyung 

Taehyung probed two fingers in your mouth as he pounds himself deep inside your core. He was testing your flexibility as spreads your legs and pushes them close to your face. You were moaning against his fingers, sending vibrations against his skin as your legs were shaking due to the intensity. 

You didn’t know how you ended up in this place, especially after the small argument you had with him. It was almost as if his presents had taken over you completely and now you were on your bedroom floor because he couldn’t wait until you get to the bed. What even caught you off guard was when he probed his fingers inside your mouth. 

It was as if he was going to use them for something else and that was exactly what he was going to do. Taehyung pulled himself out, causing you to whine loudly, then received a smack to the ass and a stern look from him. You didn’t say anything else because you were back to a moaning mess. Taehyung and spread a mixture of your saliva and lube as he slowly moves himself in. 

Stretching your ass as this new feeling took over. You dragged out a moan arching yourself up as he fills you. Because of your position you could touch Taehyung, so instead you began clawing at the rug. He hadn’t put himself in your ass before, only fingers. So him being so bold this time around almost pushed you close to the edge. 

Taehyung spreads your legs, moving his body inwards as he pushes further in. Due to him switching your position, you instantly brought your hands up from your sheets to his hair. Tightening your grip around it as he let you get used to the feeling first, then pulling out and pushing back in. Starting at a slow pace as he lets you get used to his length in your ass. 

You pushed yourself up into him, your head flung back as he was fucking you once again. You knew that your voice would be scratchy by the end of this but that didn’t matter to you. Instead, all that mattered was the lust that was between the two of you. Taehyung pressed your legs closed to his waste as he picked up speed. 

Your moans growing louder as your body shifted back and forth against the fluffy rug. Taehyung moves himself in and starts biting away at your skin continuing to mark it up where he left off previously. At this point you could care less if Taehyung ripped your skin because you were too filled with pleasure. The only thing that mattered now was Taehyung pounding deep into you. 

Jeon Jungkook 

Jungkook was on his back as you were sitting on his lap. He had his hands under your blouse as he was moving them up and then thrusting upwards as the music played. He was only thrusting to certain beats in the song, but that didn’t mean you could feel his erection against your wet core

You were grinding yourself back against him, watching his face twist every once and awhile as he felt his erection get some kind’ve friction. It got to the point where Jungkook wrapped himself around you and quickly flipped you over. As your back hit the bed, you jumped a little bit as he moved to devour your skin. 

Planting open kisses against your stomach and moving downwards. Lifting your underwear off and down as he moves his own boxers off afterwards. Jungkook was teasing you by flattening his tongue and pressing it against your clit. Licking it every once and awhile to see you shake slightly. 

What you didn’t understand was why he was taking his sweet ass time. You even begged for Jungkook, only to receive him licking, opening your lips and rubbing your clit quickly. You moaned loudly, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. 

Although that didn’t help because Jungkook shifted himself on the bed soon. He wraps his arms around your legs, pushing you back against him so he could line himself up. Pushing his cock in one swift movement, only to start fucking you ruthlessly. He lifts your hips up just a little, making sure to hit ever single nerve. 

You tried to reach out for something to hold, but the only thing that was available was the sheets. You gripped them so tightly that your knuckles became white and your voice became louder every time Jungkook thrusts into your nerves. Sending you into cloud nine. 

Jungkook moves himself in while his hands were pulling and smacking your skin. He was trying to continue this feeling for you by biting away at your nipples. Pulling at them, sucking on them, and even licking them. This was new for you as you hadn’t really enjoyed breast play and now he was setting a new bar for you. 

[mojoflower]

Genderswap (&/or Rule 63) in my Various Fandoms:  fic recs

Teen Wolf

turn the tires toward the street by leahalexis E, 7k.

He’s got it really bad for Dara Hale. He knows this, okay?He wishes he could protect her, which is stupid, because she’s got an inch of height and twenty-five pounds of sheer muscle on him, not to mention the supernatural strength and speed and healing.“What do you want, Stiles?” she says, voice breaking. She finally opens her eyes, and they’re bright and wet, eyelashes spiky with tears.--Dara Hale, Stiles Stilinski, a dark alley, and a question of trust.

Huh, interesting. Usually I have trouble with Derek as a girl (and in this case, it was doubly weird, because my little sister's name is Dara, and while she's nearly 6-feet tall, she's also very skinny and pale and red-headed and so very not-sexy, eww) but I really enjoyed the dynamic of Stiles being - while still male - shorter, slighter, completely virginial, and looking to Derek (Dara) for experience and guidance. Author described it really well. (Also, when she was rimming Stiles, whew, holy wow.)

Switching Goals by betp E, 4k.

“You’re kind of cute,” Lydia says, changing the subject, “in a sort of… lost baby squirrel in a pixie cut sort of way.”  //  “Great,” he says, fumbling ineptly with the clasp on the bra. “Th… thanks, Lydia, that’s… quite the endorsement. I’m vermin.”  //  Lydia and Erica peaceably watch him fuck around with the hooks for a full five minutes, this look on their faces like justice is finally being delivered. Stiles refuses to lose his temper with the thing in front of them, so he just doggedly keeps at it. Eventually, Lydia says, “We might have to invest in a frontal clasp for you.”

Lol.

Stiles can’t argue with him, because Derek is touching him and it’s distracting. “Have you touched yourself?”

“A little,” admits Stiles. He swallows, watches Derek’s wrist intently. “I mean, it was mostly exploratory—for science. It wasn’t really, uh. Sensual. I tried, but I haven’t, um.” He stops. Derek’s fingers glide right in, and Stiles’ mouth drops open. “God, that’s wet,” he exclaims, pinched. “Oh, jesus. Can you—put your dick in there, just—”

“Let’s not rush it,” says Derek absently. Pulls his fingers out and they’re soaked.

“B-but I wa, I want… Don’t put those in your mouth, oh my god.” He stares, outraged, as Derek deliberately disobeys him, eyes shut. Stiles darts a hand down where Derek’s fingers were, just to feel. He’s never produced his own lube before; he’s definitely gonna miss that. “What, um. What does it taste like.”

Derek smirks. “Like you,” he says, and then before Stiles can react, Derek’s mouth is on him.

don't carry it all by grimm E, 7k.

There had been, Stiles tells his father carefully, a mix-up at Deaton's. 'A mix-up,' his father says flatly, and Stiles says, 'yeah.'

Maybe 'mix-up' was the wrong word to use. 'A flub of extraordinary proportions,' maybe, or, 'a fuck-up the likes of which you've never seen,' or maybe even, 'a crazy stupid amount of magic that ricocheted off Deaton's ward, mutated, and turned me into a girl.' Scott hadn't stopped laughing until Stiles kneed him in the balls, which had been oddly satisfying. Allison had given him a high-five.

Very nice, and surprisingly angsty: Stiles was really breaking my heart for the first half, so worried about Derek being mad at him and upset because his dad can't look at him since he looks just like his mama. Emotional hurt/comfort and gorgeous sex.

They Say It Should Be Someone You Really Love by winter_rogue E, 2.3k.

"Derek, tell me you’re the frog who’s going to get us out of the frying pan"

Well, well. Genderswap AND sex pollen. This is more a little slice of time than a complete story, but it's hot!

Girl Trouble by sffan E, 9k.

“Dude. You have boobs,” Scott replies, staring at Stiles’ chest.  //  “What?” Stiles puts hands on his chest, pauses a moment, and then cups his breasts. He pulls the neck of shirt out, and looks inside. “What the fuck, I have boobs! And what the hell has happened to my voice?”  //  “It’s an octave lower?” Derek deadpans, raising an eyebrow.

Exactly what you want from a Stiles-is-suddenly-a-girl fic. Delicious.

wax all the floors and open the trap doors by leahalexis T, 25k.

“We had a good thing going here, Derek!" Stiles said, her voice high and a little hysterical. "Like a buddy cop movie! With the sniping, and the—no kissing! There is no kissing in buddy cop movies!”  //  Jackson’s no longer a kamina, but Erica and Boyd are still missing. There’s a whole month left of school. Scott and Allison aren’t talking. And Stiles is pretty positive that Derek is gay.  //  Or she was, anyway. Pre-kissing.

This Stiles is hilarious: oblivious and chirpy and socially inept and dangerously curious and independant. Her friendship with Scott and Lydia are perfect, and not-gay Derek is kind of hilarious in his understated way. No sex yet, but I'm looking forward to the sequel....

Nothing Like Real Life by nightanddaze E, 14k.

Derek fucks the fairies up, but they fuck him up too. Stiles tries pretty unsuccessfully to keep his eyes and hands to himself. 


Interesting. Kind of sharp and hard-edged. Derek becomes a girl, but he's still a dick, and he lets Stiles fuck him, but it's pretty cold. And yet. Stiles keeps hand-washing his bras, though.

Air on a G String by rufflefeather E, 21k.

A Maenad is after Lydia, and when she doesn't get what she wants, she takes it out on Stiles.  //  Or the one where Stiles suddenly has lady bits and he's not quite sure what to do with them.

Het!sex is hot. Who knew?

Sink Us to Swim by mklutz T, 37k.

“Stiles,” Laura says, gently, “When all of this is over, when the rogue is taken care of, I think – I hope that your dad will join our pack. He’s always treated Derek and me almost like family, and I’d like to return the favor if I can. It’s fine,” she asserts, then corrects, “I’m going to make sure it’s fine.”

Heh, girl Stiles is a cutie.

Merlin

More Lovely and More Temperate by Saucery E, 10k.

Really, it was ridiculous to think that he couldn't handle a bit of drink, just because he was a woman. Arthur was getting sick and tired of attentive and semi-petrified knights trying to pry him away from his ale. He was Crown Prince, damn it - or Princess, for now - and he could celebrate his twenty-first birthday as he sodding well pleased.

"You're embarrassing yourself," hissed Merlin, after the good Sir Gawain caught himself staring down Arthur's bodice, went red in the face, and staggered away from the table like a man in fear for his sanity.  //  "I'm enjoying myself." Poor Gawain. He was such easy prey.  //  "You're flaunting your breasts."  //  "Isn't that what they're for? Morgana flaunts hers an awful lot."  //  Merlin's face contorted in an interesting way, and he glanced around the hall as if to check for Morgana's presence. "I can't believe you just said that," he whispered fiercely, "and also, I can't believe you're competing with Morgana over... over this!"  //  We've always competed, ever since we were children. Drove Father quite mad."  //  "I can imagine," Merlin muttered.  //  "And mine are bigger, anyway. They are, aren't they?"

Fuck. Me. That was so hot. Favorite.

Melinna by doomcanary M, 26k

Merlin learns the hard way that magic has a mind of its own. And sometimes, a body too...

Fun romp: Merlin gets stuck as a girl for a while, hijinks ensue (including a steamy one-off with Morgana). In the third one, Gwen is accidentally turned into a boy (which Lancelot finds very hot). In the fourth one, everyone is inexplicably in a sultan's palace (and harem) and Merlin keeps involuntarily switching between Merlin and Melinna. Melinna's funny, just like Merlin, really, irreverent and utterly unconcerned with how a woman is SUPPOSED to act.

Who Ever Desired by novemberlite E, 3k.

It was always meant to happen, but never this way.  //  or  //  Basic girl!Merlin/Arthur porn, really.

Whoa, Nellie. Hot!

Dewiniaeth by claire_debonair E, 31k.

Nimueh is set on destroying the Pendragons, yet again. They do say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, after all, and this time it's Merlin who bears the brunt of her scheming. Fairy tale princess he is not.

So.... Nimeuh turns Merlin into a girl and says he has to fuck Arthur to turn back... but it'll kill Arthur. Be warned that Merlin tries it first with a sweet OC, Garath, but that doesn't work. Arthur doesn't really make it into the story until the second third, and the sexual tension between them is pretty hot. Story loses a little coherency after they do the deed, but that's alright.

Walks In Beauty by burkesl17 E, 9.7k.

They all stared at Arthur's chest and that was when Merlin's brain really registered the thinner face, the smooth throat and he said feelingly, “Oh shit.” Gender switch, crack, true love, duels of honour and someone who really, really doesn't want to wear a dress.

Great genderswitch story. Arthur really, REALLY doesn't like it, and poor Merlin is going crazy, since they've only been lovers for a couple of months, and although he prefers men, female Arthur is hot.

In Turning We Come Around Right by janne_d M, 13k.

Arthur wakes up changed - and that changes everything else.

Poor Arthur is mortified by his new female body, and not only that, if anyone finds out, he'll lose his position as heir, which is far more serious. So Merlin takes care of him while he's locked in his room, and desperately searches for a cure, and meanwhile, UST and the ST, and mixed signals and serious hotness. Lovely.

The Course of True Love by Puckling E, 44k.

After Nimueh's death Albion needs a High Priestess, but what it's got is Merlin. Fortunately he'll serve after a few...modifications. Unfortunately for Merlin, being turned into a woman would be enough of a shock even without becoming the High Priestess. As is, it's his duty to sleep with the king or doom all of Albion.

44k words. Great story: Merlin becomes female after killing Nemueh, and it turns it it's because the Old Religion needs a new High Priestess now that he killed the old one. Simple solution, huh? Arthur finds out at an awkward time, Merlin is freaked 'cause he thinks he's going to have to have sex with Uther (so much nope, you don't even). His magic likes Arthur, surrounds him in a misty golden cloud and connects the two with a purring golden bond. His magic feels rather differently about Uther, who's surrounded in a pulsing black hole of yuck. Story might have started a little slow (or I could just have been tired and distracted), but soon picks up speed. Funny, sexy and interesting. What's not to love? *** Puckling is actually here on AO3, but doesn't have this particular story up, sadly. Keep checking: maybe it'll happen. Meanwhile, the site linked is an easy format to read.

The Prince's Mistress by thegirl M, 98k.

When Uther declared war on the Old Religion after the death of his wife in childbirth, he was warned that there would be consequences to his crusade beyond his worst nightmares. But Uther ignored these warnings, and the purge continued. If he'd known the price his people would pay for his vendetta, perhaps he would have been more wary.  //  Twenty years have passed since the great purge began, and Uther's subjects have grown barren. Fewer children are born with each passing year, until the very future of the Kingdom was endangered. In a final attempt to save Camelot, Uther decreed that men of the noble class were allowed to take mistresses without fear of condemnation. The social class from which the mistress originated didn't matter, as long as she was able to bear an heir - an heir that would be recognised and legitimised by the court.  //  Merlin, having been raised outside Camelot, knew little of these problems. If she had, she'd have thought twice before she saved the prat of a prince's life and was made his mistress as a 'reward' by Uther.

A fill from a kinkmeme prompt, which focuses on an canon AU where Merlin is a girl, Arthur's mistress, and the only hope for a waning Camelot.

Interesting premise. Merlin is a little frustrating, the way she just accepts, without angst, being a broodmare right away (there's no smexy times, really, this could easily be T), but other then that it's fast-paced and engaging. I'll keep an eye out for the series.

a tree and a bee and a flea, fiddle-dee-dee by Signe (oxoniensis) M, 8k.

Arthur is a princess. And other things he doesn't appreciate.

Love it. Hee, hee.

Just The Tip by Kateri E, 4k.

"Just the tip" Arthur asks of his now female manservant. "Please, just the tip"

 Marvel

Charlotte Francine Xavier by Blind_Author E, 72k.

Written for a prompt. A look at how the events of the movie would have changed if Charles was a woman. Very dark subject matter - past child abuse, past rape, mentions of the Holocaust.

Wow, this was very intense and very good. I LOVE how incredibly powerful Charlotte is, and how Erik slowly learns and accepts that, and how peaceful it makes HIM, to know that.

Dust on a Butterfly's Wings by cakeisnotpie M, 37k.

Miss Claire Francis Clinton Barton has a problem; calling in a favor from an old family friend seems like the best answer. Little does she know the events set in motion by one simple visit to the Coulson town home will lead her into a dangerous world. Lord Phillip Coulson, the Duke of Argyll is in need of a wife; all of his careful planning doesn't foresee Claire showing up on his doorstep and turning his life upside down. A steampunk Victorian alternate world with vampires, werewolves, magic, and mysticism and right in the middle of it all, Phil Coulson and a female Clint Barton. Oh, and a female Tony Stark, but that makes infinite sense, all things considered.

This was interesting: it took me a while to put all the strands together, but things moved fast once I did. I really love the ending.

Heart of Iron & Ice by darkseraphina E, 20k.

Antonia Stark was born a girl...and changed the world by not having a dick. Who knew? Also, she's a Guide. Tony still ends up in a cave in Afghanistan with iron in her heart and a box of scraps, and she still escapes. With style. And explosions - lots of explosions. Meeting a viking god from another realm - who's also a Sentinel - in the desert? Not part of her life plan. Good thing she's an engineer - and that he's very pretty. Tony likes pretty things.

Delightful little romp.

Amateur Theatrics by galaxysoup T, 27k.

In which Thor’s primary problem-solving method (a mighty blow from Mjolnir) fails to have the desired effect on a magical artifact, and his secondary method (a mightier blow from Mjolnir) proves to be actively disastrous.

Clint makes the absolute best Loki Daddy-uncle-brother-guardian-whatever. And kid!Loki is sweet as a pie. More or less.  [The genderswap here, Tony turns female, is brief and incidental.]

The Hobbit (always a girl!bilbo is very popular for some reason)

Durin's League by hobbitgrl E, 73k.

When the mysterious Durin's League takes the national spotlight in the battle against the super-powered villains of the Smaug Corporation Bilbo Baggins doesn't think much of it. At least not until Thorin Oakenshield crashes through her living room wall and Gandalf tells her she's their only hope.

Oh, good story. Much more intense than I'd expected, things are BAD, and there is violence and misunderstandings and hot het sex. Original! ***** But now she stood before an army, each hand coated in a glowing blue light that reflected and sparkled off the silvery material of her shirt. Perhaps, if she could have seen herself, she would have felt better knowing she stood tall—a warrior who gave hope to everyone around her, a beacon of courage and power that outshone even Kili. She was Bilbo Baggins: the dragonslayer.But Bilbo couldn’t see herself and she only knew she was choking on her heart, adrenaline making the world sharp and slow as she faced down overwhelming odds. So Bilbo did what she always did—she took a deep breath, braced herself, and met it head on.

Distances Both Physical and Emotional by The Feels Whale (miscellea) T, 32k.

There are no words adequate to describe the Last Homely House or the wonders of Lord Elrond’s hospitality, which seems impossible to strain even under the burden of thirteen empty dwarfish stomachs and their even more trying attitudes.  //  Having played hostess to those same stomachs in her time, Briar is duly impressed and endeavors to add to the burden as little as possible. This is made somewhat more difficult by the fact that elves, apparently, are better able to differentiate between hobbit gentlemen and hobbit ladies that dwarves seem to be. A fact Briar learned when Lord Elrond pulled her to one side after their meal and put her into the hands of his daughter and her women with a gentle smile.  //  Briar feels that she probably owes him a swift kick in the shins for that.

Huh, this is my first fem!Bilbo (Briar) story, and I really enjoyed it. The dwarves mistaking her for a him is pretty funny, and it's easy to see how it snowballs until it's easier for her to just let it go. Part 1 is Briar's POV (includes a little snogging etc.... might be a gentle T). Part 2 is Thorin's of the same events, but none of the same details, so it's not like reading the whole thing twice. Thorin notes that Hobbits as a species have a native magic to remain hidden, which explains the success of their burglar as well as the fact that when in Hobbiton, you can only go in circles going nowhere until guided by a Hobbit. And there are some cultural things during the visit with the elves that are very interesting. (I'd call Part 2 a G.)

The Tale of the Birds by pagination  G, 75k, WIP.

Four little hobbits went Adventuring. Bilba Baggins, sent to bring them back, found four little hobbit birds instead. Transformed along with a pair of dwarves by a batty wizard, their only hope is a spell that hasn't been performed in an Age. Bilba is a Baggins, which means Responsibility--and if traveling across Middle-Earth, dealing with ridiculously overprotective elves, and outsmarting a nutty king is what it takes, then that is simply what she'll have to do.  //  But goodness, she really could have done without this irritating dwarf prince!

This. Was SO DELIGHTFUL. Even if it ends before Thorin and Bilba ever meet face to face. Bilba is a HOOT, arching her way across half of Middle Earth to help her little hobbit (and dwarf) bird-friends. Everyone she meets along the way falls in love, she's such a unique, fiery, precious little thing. I dearly hope the author continues [19/?] someday, 'cause I can't wait to see what she and Thorin think of each other. (Even though everyone but Gandalf, Beorn and the hobbit-birds thinks she's a he.) Delightful.

Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves by ISeeFire T, 322k.

Bilba has been a slave her entire life. All she knows of the outside world is what she sees from time to time outside the gates of Moria and the stories her mother used to tell her. Stories of a place called the Shire where her mother once lived and a placed called Erebor where, as far as she knows, her father still lives. Stories of dragons a thousand times larger, and more intelligent, than the beasts the orcs rode and of a strange concept called freedom where one was allowed to live as they wished with no one to tell them what they could, or could not do.  //  The stories meant little to Bilba. The only future she had was to live, and die, as a slave as countless number had before her.  //  And then the orcs dragged an injured female firedrake through the gates, her rider screaming obscenities behind her as he fought to reach her side...and everything changed.

OH. Fuck. Me.

This was intense... and lovely, and dense and fast-paced and never ever lagged. I very nearly didn't read it, because it's not a pairing I follow, but dragons.... I thought it'd wallow in the slave thing, but it didn't at all, and Bilba, in spite of what's happened to her (and terrible terrible things have happened, don't doubt it -- although none of them were sexual, which was a relief) is STRONG, in spite of (and because of) being fucked up.

Each race of Middle Earth has an associated species of dragon, and certain people can form bonds with them, able to communicate telepathically w/the dragon and also with other riders. This is important, since Bilba's tongue was cut out some indeterminate time ago (she was born into slavery in the mines of Moria). When she finally stumbles free with the infant dragon, she winds up in the Shire for a couple of years... it's a loooong time, many years, before she meets Fili. She spends the interim being fucking badass and slaughtering Orcs left and right and basically being a thorn in the side of Azog, who used to own her.

But when you think that arc is done, there's another, and then another, and holy hell it gets intense, and shit keeps raining down. POV skips around a lot, and everyone is involved, all the races, and the author has their own plot, only borrowing loosely from canon. This was amazing, and is less about the pairing than it is about Bilba learning that there's another world out there, aside from rage and pain, and learns what's worth fighting for, and is able to direct and use her anger.

I loved this.  (Dragon AU.)

Hurricanes in Hertford, Hereford, and Hampshire by 61Below M, 126k.

Bilbo was banished. That's it, the end. She wants nothing more to do with dwarves. Now all she needs to do is get back home, but there may be some complications along the way.

Oh, fuck ME, this was fantastic, and moved so quickly, I just devoured it today, and I'm still kind of gasping. You think it's just going to be pregnant Bilbo going home and misunderstanding and resolution with a cute baby, but no, nope, that's just the beginning, and then the real journey starts. Author melds this with LOTR, so that it's Bilbo making the journey to Mordor, Thorin by her side, and the cast is so RICH and nuanced and the interactions between dwarves, elves, hobbits, men and wizards is lovely with a lot of background (and also RADAGAST, can I just say RADAGAST, he's such a fucking spacey cutie and he takes Gandalf's place in some ways that make a lot of sense, although Gandalf is around, too). Just, this is a great story, read it, author has definitely done her reading. (Also, I love the way author writes sex, it's an interesting style to choose, but it definitely works.)

Dear Mr. Oakenshield by Ridel No Rating, 1.2k.

Lobelia Sackville-Baggins is exactly the sort of person who thinks all problems can be solved with a good scolding and a clip around the ear hole.  //  But the Dwarf who'd taken advantage of her cousins affections and sent her home in disgrace is hundreds of miles away. Oh well, an angry letter will have to suffice.

Omg, I want to see Thorin's reaction to this letter SO BADLY!!! (I don't think I've ever liked Lobelia Sackville-Baggins quite this much ever before.)

Harry Potter

Take These Lies by white_serpent M, 34k.

Repeatedly rejected by the Auror training programme, Draco Malfoy attempts an unorthodox method of gaining admission. Written for 2010 hd_fan_fair (travel), following scarlet_malfoy's prompt. Note: contains genderswap and dubious consent, both of which were requested in the prompt.

Omg, I LOVED this. Draco is sharp as a tack, and determined to find a way to get into the Aurors despite the rampant prejudice against purebloods and Slytherins. He thinks his disguise as Aquila (really, Draco, another constellation name?) is foolproof, but a number of people see through it. (All girls: Hermione, Luna and Ginny), but Ron and Harry are oblivious. And Harry starts crushing. Then it all culminates in a final project in Training: acting as honeymooners while on an Alaskan cruise (which makes cruises sound as uncomfortable, boring and crowded as I've always imagined them to be) trying to solve a pretend crime. All the awkwardness you'd expect, what with Draco not ACTUALLY BEING HIMSELF. However, a real crime comes along, and the disguise is ruined.... Altogether a fast-paced, original, entertaining story with well-developed characters and a soupcon of ust and rst (although not quite as much as I'd like).

I've been on a Draco turned into a girl kick, and there's a huge dearth in this trope. But this one story (even if it's self-inflicted) purely satisfied a need.

The Changing Lights by lazywonderland E, 130k, WIP

Harry returns for an eighth year following the end of the war and soon realizes that although he's put his own animosity towards Malfoy aside, no one else seems to have done the same. When a hex leaves his oldest rival in the body of a female and ridicule doubles, Harry discovers that his hero complex is a difficult thing to fight.

Read through Ch. 4 (dying of UST) and hit subscribe so fast:  this is gonna be awesome!

Star Trek

Girl, You're Like a Weird Vacation by leupagus T, 8k.

It takes a lot of persuading to get "Spock" and "shore leave" to interact on any meaningful level.  //  "I am unclear as to why you wish me to participate in your, as Dr. McCoy puts it, 'whoremongering' while on Risa," she says, not even doing Jim the favor of looking away from her console.  //  Jim makes a kind of strangled noise. Bones is such an asshole. "First of all, it's not whoremongering, it's more like--"  //  "Also, it is irresponsible to have the commanding officer, the second in command, the chief medical officer, and the chief communications officer all absent from the ship simultaneously," she says smoothly. "There are numerous regulations, in fact, that prohibit such action."

Awwww.

Spock's Vagina by bigmamag E, 18k.

Spock exhibits increasingly strange behavior after a transporter malfunction and Jim wants to know why. Good thing nature has a flair for revealing the most asinine of secrets...

Lovely! Not as cracky as it sounds, Spock's actually in DANGER b/c of his new vagina, and Jim is worried sick. Angst, HOT sex... made of yum.  Favorite.

Supernatural

Fade to Black by bbelle E, 39k.

Dean always told himself that his feelings for Cas were brotherly. But now that Cas was temporarily parked in a hot female body, he couldn't deny it any longer. Which raised all sorts of issues, not the least of which was what would happen when Cas returned to his old form.

Wow, amazing story from a first-time writer. Dean and Castiel are hot and heavy while he's a chick, but when he switches back, Dean is swamped in a lifetime of being afraid and in the closet. There's a good bit of angst before they finally succumb (which is very hot, whoa).

A Blessing by Valinde (Valyria) E, 132k, WIP.

In which Dean and Sam are turned into women by a witch's curse and even though he's kind of distracted what with the Apocalypse and all, Dean comes to a few awkward realizations about his feelings for Castiel.  //  Set in Season 5. Temporary Genderbend fic. Apoc fic. Slow build destiel, not a pwp.

Oh, fuck this is amazing and intense and hot and just utterly gripping, and I hope to god the author is serious about being contacted if you want the rest of the story.... Favorite.  Worth reading even though it’s unfinished.

Attack On Titan

A Choice With No Regrets by Blue Sonnet (Nana_41175) E, 45k.

Bedding the Commander will not be easy...  //  How will a thug from the royal capital be able to walk forward alongside Humanity's Strongest, especially when the thug is a woman in disguise and in love with the Commander?

Fem Levi is lovely... still rather reacting to everything like a "scalded cat": slow to trust, sharply sarcastic, utterly shameless (which translates to loads of fantastic sex). But that's fine, because Erwin is getting exactly what he wanted... now he just has to make sure he doesn't lose it.

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[Fulfilled] The First Anniversary

Prompt: Showho + fluffy smut (M)

Fulfilled by Moderator M~

Words: 2288

Warnings: explicit rating

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Sunlight poured into the cozy room, a light breeze blowing through the crack in the window. It was a beautiful, calm morning; the birds were softly chirping and a general feeling of happiness wafted into the space along with the distinct smell of winter air. Despite the coldness pouring in through the open window, the room had the heat on, which mixed with the stark, clean coldness beautifully. Shifting in the pure, white sheets, Hoseok hummed softly, pressing his body closer to his husband’s, groaning pleasantly at how warm the older man was. It was pretty typical, waking up and cuddling closer to his husband, especially on a cold day like today, but suddenly Hoseok realized just what today was: their first wedding anniversary. This wasn’t just any ordinary day, it a very special one, one that Hoseok had spent months preparing for.

Hoseok nuzzled his nose against Hyunwoo’s neck, breathing in his familiar scent with a soft smile gracing his lips. He thought of the 365 days they’d spent together as a married couple, all of their good times, and all of the times that Hyunwoo was there for him. Hoseok felt a tear drip down his cheek, feeling infinitely grateful for all that Hyunwoo had done for him, all he’d done to support him and show how much he loved him. It made Hoseok feel emotional even thinking about his husband, about how much they’d gone through together. It was amazing that they could be together like this, peacefully sleeping side by side, and despite all of Hoseok’s mistakes and faults- Hyunwoo still loved him. It was something he had trouble explaining in words, and pressing a light kiss on Hyunwoo’s neck, Hoseok was thankful that Hyunwoo was never one for diction.

“G’mornin’,” Hyunwoo grumbled, voice still heavy with sleep. Moving around in the bed, Hyunwoo made a sudden noise of surprise, fingers pressing against the wet spot on his shoulder. “Why are you crying, baby?” he asked, slowly turning around to face his husband, eyes gazing at Hoseok with concern. Smiling wetly, Hoseok chuckled a little, wiping his eyes as his fingers curled against Hyunwoo’s arm.

“I’m not upset. It’s just… it’s our wedding anniversary,” Hoseok said, to which Hyunwoo nodded, prompting him to continue. “I keep thinking about everything you’ve done for me, and how much I love you,” Hoseok said, tears continuing to drip down his face. Smiling sadly, Hyunwoo wrapped his arms around his husband, pressing him close to his warm body and rubbing his back consolingly.

“I love you too, Hoseok,” Hyunwoo said, his voice rumbling against Hoseok’s neck, calming the man down bit by bit. “And happy anniversary, please don’t cry,” he continued, and Hoseok nodded, wiping away his tears. Hyunwoo always had a way of making him feel better.

“You’re right, this is a joyful day. Let’s just be happy,” Hoseok said, mostly to himself, pulling slightly away from Hyunwoo to look him in the eyes, smiling at the gentle expression on his face. Pressing his mouth against the younger man’s, Hyunwoo hummed, breathing in his familiar scent and curling closer to him. Pulling back again, Hyunwoo smiled lovingly at his husband, to which Hoseok smiled back, and something shifted in the mood- suddenly their breath picked up, eyes lit with something hot. Bringing their lips together again, Hoseok moaned softly, a slowly burning passion that sparkled and crackled like hot embers growing between their pink lips. Deepening the kiss, Hyunwoo rubbed his lips against Hoseok’s, leaning his neck so he pressed ever closer against his husband, feeling arousal burn inside him, a heat that spread to his entire body. Swiping his tongue inside Hoseok’s parted lips, Hyunwoo heard Hoseok slip a muffled moan, his hand gripping the back of his husband’s head as he moved his mouth down, wetly kissing his hot neck.

“Hyunwoo~” Hoseok moaned, tilting his chin back to give the man more space to kiss and lick and bite, he wanted Hyunwoo to devour him, to make his mind go blank. Hyunwoo groaned against his husband’s pale neck, marking him just like he did when they were only young lovers, when he felt the need to show the world that they were together. It felt liberating, yet familiar in a really good way.

Moving his lips back to Hoseok’s mouth, Hyunwoo sighed against his lips, kissing him with an increasing passion and ferocity that left Hoseok feeling needy and breathless against him. No matter how many years they’d spent together, Hyunwoo was still so good at flipping Hoseok’s switch- he made him ache for more.

Sensing Hoseok’s desperation, Hyunwoo rubs his hand along Hoseok’s side, trailing up the younger man’s chiseled torso and cupping his perky, plump pectoral. Curling his fingers against Hyunwoo’s shoulders, Hoseok gasped, scrunching his eyebrows together and lips dripping with sweet, desperate moans when Hyunwoo pinches a nipple.

“Does that feel good?” Hyunwoo asked, voice deep and low and rumbling right against Hoseok’s ear, rubbing the younger man’s nipple with tantalizingly slow strokes. Hoseok bit his lip, his body trembling from the pent up sexual tension just waiting to be released. “Answer me~” Hyunwoo prompted, his voice gently encouraging Hoseok, pinching his nipple softly.

“It does,” Hoseok admitted, voice wavering slightly, biting his lip and gazing at his husband with lust-filled eyes. Hyunwoo smiled, pleased with the honesty, his fingers moving faster against Hoseok’s chest, giving the man exactly what he wanted. He continued to play with the man’s chest for a few more minutes, pinching and tugging his nipples until they became red and painfully hard. The intensity was starting to drive Hoseok crazy, he wanted more- but not on his chest, somewhere else. His control was slipping, he was barely able to stop himself from outright begging for Hyunwoo’s cock, and it was kinda embarrassing to be this turned on already. After another particularly rough pinch that went straight to Hoseok’s cock, he bit his lip, his mind made up.

“More, please,” Hoseok groaned out, his voice thick with desire, grabbing Hyunwoo’s arm to stop him from continuing. He needed something stronger, and he needed it now. Hyunwoo gave his husband a knowing look, familiar with the way his body reacted to his touch. He knew that Hoseok was ready for something else, but Hyunwoo didn’t want to rush anything. Instead, he pressed his lips back against Hoseok’s, giving him a deep, passionate kiss. Moaning into his mouth, Hoseok arched his back, desperately trying to heighten the sensation and get closer to his sexy husband. Pulling apart, Hyunwoo stared into Hoseok’s eyes, his expression bordering on something delicious and heavy, something that made Hoseok feel breathless.

“Where do you want more, baby?” Hyunwoo asked, and Hoseok cried out, his lips trembling, eyes getting hazy with desire. He then turned around, sticking his little underwear-covered butt in the air, fingers curling against his mattress sheets.

“Here~” Hoseok said, wiggling his butt, trying to tempt Hyunwoo into giving him what he wanted. Hyunwoo’s eyes were filled with a love, his desire to hold and kiss and cradle his husband welling up inside him, getting to the point where he couldn’t hold back. Wrapping his arms around Hoseok’s back and getting flush on top of the man, Hyunwoo hummed, a sweet smile on his face. Hoseok giggled, pressing his ass against Hyunwoo’s crotch and gasping at the hardness he was greeted with, his cheeks flushing. Kissing Hoseok’s shoulders with warm, sensual lips, Hyunwoo sighed, rocking his hips slowly against Hoseok’s ass, drawing out a moan from the younger man.

Rutting his hips quicker between Hoseok’s meaty ass cheeks, Hyunwoo groaned, his eyebrows scrunching together at the luscious feeling, grinding his cock in loose circles. Not bothering to hide his long string of moans, Hoseok thrust his ass against Hyunwoo’s dick, spreading his thighs to get closer to the hot hardness. He was glad that there were only a couple of thin pairs of underwear between Hyunwoo’s cock and his ass, but he was quickly getting desperate for more friction.

“Please, Hyunwoo,” Hoseok cried out, his thighs spread wide, trying to accommodate his husband’s hips and cock, grinding desperately against Hyunwoo. Groaning, his voice hot and thick, lips parted in heavy breaths that passed through his plump lips, eyes staring down at his husband’s depravity. He was already so needy, it made Hyunwoo feel loved and desired. Leaning down, Hyunwoo pressed a kiss against Hoseok’s neck, warm breath sparking a shiver through Hoseok’s body.

“Do you want me inside of you?” Hyunwoo asked with a deep, rumbling tone, body heavy and imposing behind Hoseok’s, his cock pressing just slightly into Hoseok’s ass through his underwear. Whimpering, Hoseok felt his body tremble, gasping at the feeling of Hyunwoo entering him- desperately wanting more, deeper.

“Yes~” Hoseok groaned, reaching around to pull down his underwear, hardly able to contain himself now that Hyunwoo was prompting him. His husband knew exactly what he wanted, and he was planning on giving it to him- Hoseok could hardly wait.

“Mmn,” Hyunwoo groaned out, licking his lips as he watched Hoseok strip himself bare. Following his lead, Hyunwoo got up, taking off his underwear and grabbing the bottle of lube while he was at it. Stroking his cock, Hyunwoo pouted his lips, pouring a generous amount of lube into the palm of his hand as he got back onto the bed. Seeing that Hoseok was now laying on his back, Hyunwoo growled. “Hold up your legs,” Hyunwoo said, and Hoseok did so, his nude skin beautiful against the pure white sheets. Slathering his hand across Hoseok’s entrance, Hyunwoo rubbed lube across his pink hole, getting it sufficiently wet. Hoseok gasped, partially at how cold it felt, but also at how rough Hyunwoo was unknowingly being with him, hips already starting to tremble from the way Hyunwoo was preparing him. Pressing a finger into Hoseok’s entrance, Hyunwoo swallowed, breath picking up. He was unbelievably soft and warm inside, and the perfect amount of tightness that made Hyunwoo very eager to shove his dick inside. After inserting two more fingers and stretching Hoseok out to his contentment, Hyunwoo finally removed his hand, instead lining up his cock to Hoseok’s entrance.

“Are you ready?” Hyunwoo asked, giving Hoseok an honest, clean expression- clearly more focused on Hoseok’s well-being and comfort than his own personal satisfaction. Hoseok nodded, his cheeks red from the influx of sensation and body crying out for something to get put inside him.

“Yes,” Hoseok verbally confirmed, biting his lip. “Please, make love to me, Hyunwoo,” Hoseok asked, his eyes sparkling with something mesmerizing and gorgeous- and Hyunwoo obliged, slowly inserting his cock into the wet heat of Hoseok’s ass. Gasping out breathy moans, Hoseok arched his back, hands still holding his legs up by the knee, cock throbbing between his legs. After a few more seconds of allowing Hoseok adjust, Hyunwoo began fucking the boy in earnest- starting slow and getting faster and faster as he realizes how far gone Hoseok already is. The boy was a writhing mess in his arms, clearly wanting nothing more than Hyunwoo’s body pressed against him, and his cock pounding his insides.

The sensations were almost too much to bear after all the buildup and kissing, Hyunwoo and Hoseok weren’t even able to contain their moans and other noises of pleasure. Hoseok was honestly a little worried about their noise level, hoping their neighbors were still asleep or gone or something- his moans so loud and needy, but the pleasure outweighed his worry. He could deal with the consequences later, for now, it felt way too good to moan for his husband’s cock.

“Hyunwoo- I’m…” Hoseok began, his sentence being interrupted by a broken moan, eyebrows scrunching together as he stared into his husband’s eyes. “I’m getting close,” he finished, and Hyunwoo blinked a few times, a pleased smile forming after a few seconds. He wanted to make his husband cum on his cock- he wanted to see him come undone.

“Cum for me, baby,” Hyunwoo groaned out, voice heavy and throaty, and Hoseok whined, his hand moving down to stroke his neglected cock- knowing that he wouldn’t last long if he did. Giving himself a few frantic strokes, Hoseok stared up into Hyunwoo’s eyes, begging him for something. “Cum for me,” Hyunwoo said again, and then repeated the phrase a few more times, driving Hoseok to his orgasm with only a few words. Biting back a scream, Hoseok came, squirting hot bands of cum across his entire torso- some even getting on his face.

“I’m cumming too,” Hyunwoo said, voice clearly strained as he pulled out, finishing himself off all over Hoseok’s body, pumping himself furiously. Hoseok watched with heavy breaths, barely able to open his eyes after his orgasm, happy his husband was able to cum with him.

Flopping onto the bed beside Hoseok, Hyunwoo sighed, still trying to catch his breath. They laid there for a little bit, only the sound of their breaths and heartbeats audible. Hyunwoo reached his hand across the sheet, gripping onto Hoseok’s hand with a softness that warmed Hoseok’s heart. After a few more seconds, Hyunwoo squeezed Hoseok’s hand.

“I’m going to make coffee, do you want some?” Hyunwoo asked, parting their hands so he could get up, not even bothering to put on clothes as he stepped across the room, headed towards the door.

“I’d love some~” Hoseok replied, smiling fondly to himself. There were times when he truly realized just how lucky he was to have a man like Hyunwoo in his life the way he did- and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of this special day with him. <3

[goddamnchou]

Compulsion (eruri, nsfw)

Cross posted to Ao3. Erwin is gross.

After Levi left, it only took a few hours for Erwin to start missing him terribly.

How could he not, he thought, when he was in love with the man, when he knew it would be at least 5, long days before he would see him again, and when reminders of his visit were scattered everywhere around his home, small vestiges of his presence that left Erwin’s heart aching in a way that he hadn’t known was possible until he’d met him?

Like metal drawn to a magnet, his eyes would latch onto each one of them while the time wore on, usually finding the teacup Levi had left in his sink after breakfast first and then his comb, the shiny, small thing resting on top of Erwin’s in a drawer near where he had neatly arranged all of his toiletries on the counter.

The channel his television was always left on was Levi’s favorite too, Erwin found, as was the blanket that he kept resting over the back of the couch, the sight of each reminder, no matter how small, causing him to wish that his small fiancé did not live so far away so that they did not have to spend so much time apart. As it was, though, Levi was usually three hundred miles away from him, four hours and fifteen minutes to the north, a seemingly exorbitant amount of separation that they were only able to overcome on the weekends or on holidays, instances where they were off work and that weren’t necessarily infrequent, he thought, but all in all, much too far apart for Erwin to be able to bear it.

It would be that way until they got married though, he knew, until they decided where they would be living together once they’d saved up enough money and everything like that, something that he knew was going to happen eventually but that did not make the waiting any easier, as the echoes of himself that Levi left behind just caused Erwin to imagine how things could be, how one day, after all the distance they’d had to deal with, he wouldn’t have to leave and Erwin wouldn’t end up moping through the entire week like some kind of lovesick fool, hopelessly pining for someone who he was only able to see in the things that he left behind.

Of course, Erwin thought, it wasn’t actually that bad and he knew he was just being dramatic — he was writer, alright, and he embellished even though they texted and talked on the phone every chance they got because Levi, of course, didn’t just disappear — but he really did hate when Levi was gone to the point that he sometimes wondered if he should clean up his house after he left, musing that if he perhaps tucked away his things he wouldn’t become as distracted and morose and lonely, something that he knew he’d never actually be able to go through with when he found the thoughts and reminders of Levi to be so irresistibly sweet, too.  

They made him happy and drove him crazy at the same time, somehow, like Levi was a drug that he was addicted to and couldn’t quit no matter how hard he tried — not that he wanted to or anything like that, though — and no matter how miserably alone and lightheartedly besotted he sometimes felt at the same time, nothing, at least, making him feel the comparison so strongly as what he’d gotten into the habit of doing after Levi was gone. It was a small thing, he thought, a single, tiny thing that he felt compelled to do as if he was chasing a high, a sensation that he honestly couldn’t help but categorize as something like that when he lost control of himself and ended up sprawled across his bed, out of breath and nearly shivering while his face burned hot from the lingering effects of desire.

Thinking about it, in fact, just made him hard, so much so that he was barely able to last for a few hours after Levi left before he would give in to it, before he would make a beeline for his bedroom and press his face into the spot where they’d spent the night before fucking as if it had been the last time they were ever going to have the opportunity to do so. It was only natural that they enjoy each other as much as they could, of course, given the week long absence that they always had to endure once Levi was gone, but what probably wasn’t normal was the way in which Erwin would relive all of it later with his face buried in the sheets — the unchanged, unwashed tangle of which positively stank of sex and of Levi’s own heady, intoxicating musk — while he gulped down mouthful after mouthful of air, shamelessly jerking himself off onto the mattress below him and gasping Levi’s name, too, until he came with a groan, orgasming so hard that it was probably a fucking wonder he didn’t black out.  

He knew it made him uncouth — or a pervert, as Levi teasingly liked to call him as if he didn't simultaneously get off from Erwin’s more filthy whims too — but he didn't care, because fuck, he couldn't help it, not when the smell of what they'd done together just brought him right back to it as if Levi was still there, as if he hadn't left and Erwin was holding him in his arms and sucking the sweat off his neck, thrusting in the dark and relishing in the satisfyingly slick slide of his cock in and out of Levi’s already come-slicked hole, so much so that it never proved to be long before he would spill hot and wet inside of him all over again.

Even after that, he thought, it was rare that either one of them would be sated in their efforts to have as much of each other as they could before Levi had to go, but either way, Erwin never let things end before he had a chance to clean up the mess he’d made. Eagerly, he would maneuver himself between Levi’s legs so that he could lick it off from where it had run down his thighs, thoroughly tracing his tongue over the soft, sensitive skin before slipping it into Levi’s ass, knowing that he would only be able to feel completely satisfied once he was sure that he had lapped up every drop of the stuff and the man above him had been turned into a shivering, shaking wreck.

The fact that he was swallowing his own release never bothered him, of course, just like it didn't bother him to think that he was possibly lying with his face pressed into a spot where come, lube, and sweat might have soaked into the sheets when he returned to his bed the next day, only finding himself thinking of how good Levi always tasted when he was through with him instead and how he was practically mewling like a kitten by the end of it, the sweet sounds proving to be so arousing to him that barely a day went by before he had heard them again in his dreams.

They echoed in his head while he jerked off too, of course, and while he rubbed his face into the sheets and smelled traces of Levi on them that had Erwin all but rutting into his palm, unable to stop himself from imagining that it was Levi’s skin he was nuzzling his nose against and brushing his parted lips over so delicately, the sensation of that sometimes causing him to muffle his groans with a mouthful of fabric as if he was desperately seeking out Levi’s taste, too, something that probably would have caused him to come on the spot if he had actually been able to find it.

Still, though, even if his imagination could only take him so far, it was more than enough to get him to release quickly, the thrill that he got from the act in and of itself alone proving to turn him on almost as much as thoughts of Levi did. That was how he knew he was doing something vulgar, but surrounding himself by the leftover scent of their lovemaking was too intoxicating for him to resist, too exciting for him to fight the gut-wrenching lust that coiled in his belly whenever he was facedown in the proof of how good he had felt the night before, of how much he loved Levi and how amazing he was, too, and how he didn’t think that he would ever manage to get enough of him for as long as he ended up living.

He was incredible, Erwin thought, and he made him happy in emotional ways as well as physical, of course, the feelings of warmth that filled his chest by the time he released always causing him to call out Levi’s name at the exact height of the intensity, the thoughts of him then just adding to the seconds of pure bliss that Erwin experienced before he all but collapsed in a heap on top of the mattress. Then, after that, he was back to missing him and wishing he was there and struggling with an uncharacteristic impatience for the next weekend, of course, as the small vestiges he was left with could never be as pleasing as the real thing.

Maybe that was why he did it, though, because it was probably the closest he would get to having Levi there with him again for five more days, or maybe he really was just some kind of pervert that liked the smell of sex. Regardless of the fact that he only liked it because it had been with Levi, he thought, in the end he didn’t much care and didn’t think there was anything that would ever stop him from doing it, finding that whatever guilt he might have felt for it anyway to be rendered moot when he always had a very specific text waiting on him as soon as he got out of bed.

I’m home. Levi would say, his next message often giving Erwin a clear picture of Levi pleasuring himself with the dirty shirt he always stole from him pulled up and over his face. And I ruined your shirt already. Have you jerked off onto the bed yet, you gross fuck?

[fckndobrev]

So High

Maksim: He didn't know it was possible to feel this good. Sure, Peta had made him happy. But Nina had managed to make him happy in a way that he didn't even know was possible until that very moment. Although, he'd never say that out loud to the beautiful woman currently on top of him. But feeling that alone was enough for him in that moment. Putting the blunt in between his lips, he eyed her up and down before giving her ass a squeeze and taking another drag. "Fucking hell, I need you."

Maksim: He slowly began to pull her top off, no longer able to wait any longer. *

Nina: Nina's teeth caught onto her bottom lip as she looked the man up and down. She could feel the sexual tension building between them. Her panties were already starting to get soaked just from being on top of him and feeling his member hardening by the second. Nina's hands were at the hem of her shirt, helping him pull it over her head and toss it to the side. The brunette pulled the handle on the chair, causing it to recline back and make the man more comfortable. Once she did so, her hands teased around the waistband of his basketball shorts, tugging them down little by little to reveal his huge member. "I love how hard you get for me, babe."

Maksim: He was grateful for the assistance, immediately pulling her bra off next. He almost craved seeing those beautiful tits. Sucking in a sharp breath; the older man felt his cock pulse at the teasing, growling - his accent flowing out thickly due to his sexual frusration. "I get so hard, because you have the prettiest little pussy and you are the most gorgoues woman I have ever seen in my whole life. You drive me crazy, you know that?"

Nina: His accent was enough to make her cum right then and there. The way his lips moved and the beautiful voice that spilled from his lips. She could listen to him speak about anything and everything all damn day if she could. "Hm gorgeous woman you've ever seen? I feel like someone's exaggerating there," the woman teased with a sly wink.

Maksim: "No, no.. I'll swear under oath about that." He shot back, meaning every word. The older brunette couldn't believe his luck at how he managed to land such a beautiful woman. In his younger years? Sure, but his ego was all but deflated these days. Maksim lifted her hips, and pulled her small shorts off and smirked spotting the wet sspot. "I guess I'm not the only one who needs to be taken care of baby." He dragged his finger over the spot to tease her.

Nina: How did she ever get so lucky to go home with Maks that one night? He was the type of guy who would get any girl in the room. Yet somehow he chose her. Nina adjusted her position, allowing the man to slip off her shorts and wet panties along with it, leaving her completely naked on top of the man. Her eyes closed as his fingers made contact with her swollen clit. Fuck it felt so good. Her hips began gently rocking against his fingertips, not being able to resist. "Fuck. You always get me so wet, baby."

Maksim: Letting out a soft groan at the sight of her naked body; his cock twitched, he was painfully hard now but was trying his best to bring Nina up and get her off properly. Although, he found it hot how wet she was already, he needed to taste her. Maksim, using his muscle in his favour, pulled her up so she was sitting on his face and began licking.

Nina: In one swift movement, Nina's body was being scooted up towards the man's face. It was as if he barely even used any of the bulging muscles in his arms to move her that quickly, which in turn only turned her on even more. Her legs spread apart as she gripped onto the back of the chair, rocking her hips steadily against his tongue as she tried her hardest not to cum right then and there.

Maksim: He didn't know it was possible, but Nina tasted as delicious as she looked. Lapping up her wetness; the older man continued to lick her clit in long teasing strokes just enough to tease her. Looking up at her; he smirked before pulling her down and putting her on his thick prick, working his massive length inside of her before beginning pumping.

Nina: The way Maks was able to move her body around and pleasure her at the same time, damn she was lucky. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before and she couldn't help but let moan after moan escape her lips, not caring how far her voice traveled. Before she knew it, Maks had effortlessly placed her on his thick and hard cock, causing a scream to echo from her lips as he pumped inside of her.

Maksim: loved that the noises he could pull out of Nina. He was slowly learning her body, and every corner seemed to promise something sexier and more delicious than the last turn. Not only was he beginning to care about her as a person, they had such a sexual chemistry that was amazing. Knowing he needed to be gentle with her as not to hurt her; Maksim took a minute to nuzzle her neck. 'Be sure to tell me if you need lube or to stop, alright love." He said before slowly continui

Nina: Nina could tell that Maks took into consideration their size difference. But hurting her was the last thing he did when they were together. He knew just how to navigate her body to their advantage both easily and effortlessly. He moved as smoothly in the bedroom as he did on the dance floor. Nina nodded her head, letting him know that she would speak up. "You can be rough with me, baby. I can handle it. I promise."

Maksim: He would hate himself if he hurt her, he'd never mean to. But sometimes he forgot about their size differences in all aspects, so he had to remind himself so he didn't do something he'd kick himself later. "Be careful you wish for." He teased, picking up his speed as he began to palm both of her breasts.

Nina: Nina was a tough woman. She may have been tiny, but she knew how to take care of herself and hurting her wasn't easy. Her arms snaked around the man's torso, pulling him closer to her as her nails dug deep into the skin on his back. "Fuck me harder, baby. Please," she begged, hoping to get a rise out of him.

Maksim: A loud groan flew from his lips as her nails sunk into the skin on his back. He immediately picked up his speed and began to roughly pound her tight pussy. It had been a while since he unleashed this rough side of himself as he firmly gripped her hips for a bit, knowing there'd be a bruise there tomorrow. Reaching up; the brunette began to pull and tug on her nipples to see what her reaction would be, a soft groan coming out as he continued to pound her.

Nina: Nina was almost surprised the man had given in and picked up his rhythm and pace. The last time they had been together, it had been intense. But she could already feel tonight being even more intense. She knew she would be leaving with her body marked up as a reminder of the insane amount of pleasure. Nina couldn't help the loud groan that escaped her lips once the man came in contact with her sensitive nipples. Her hips rocked forward, needing the man to explore as deep inside her as he possibly could. "Fuck Maks. Right there, baby," she growled, letting him to know to keep up the pace.

Maksim: Gripping her legs to spread them; the brunette found himself plunging deeper and pushing into her core, getting far enough in where he had to be careful not to hit her cervix. Continuing the speed; Maksim took her nipple into his mouth and began to tease it with his tongue.

Nina: Nina was certain that none of her past sexual partners had ever plunged as deep inside her as Maks was right now. Fuck, it was a pleasure she never thought she would experience because it was like none other. Nina's body arched back, digging her nails deeper into the flesh of his back, knowing she would leave the man with scratch marks the next day. Her free hand roped around Maks' head, pushing him closer to her breast, encouraging him to suck and nibble to get a rise out of her.

Maksim: Maksim was surprised at how well she was taking being stretched like this. Most women he had been with couldn't handle it. Being careful not to hit her very core as he kept up his rough, fast pounding; he smirked seeing her stomach buldge due to his prick before looking up at her face and appreciating the look on her face, a course of groans escaping from his lips at the nail marks from Nina. "Fuck, you have beautiful tits." He managed to get out before pulling on one nipple with his free hand and sucking and nibbling the other.

Nina: Nina could feel every inch of him against her tight pulsating walls. He hit every sensitive spot perfectly, causing her body to begin to tremble and shake. Her teeth grasped her bottom lip, trying to hold back the loud moan forming in her throat but ultimately failing. Her moan turned into a scream of pleasure, rocking her body against the man's to push him just a tad bit deeper inside of her. "Holy fuck baby. You're going to make me cum already if you keep that up. Fuck," the woman breathed out.

Maksim: He didn't know he hadn't blown his load right then and there. The brunette beauty felt so amazing on him, as she began to tremble and shake - Maksim braced her up, as his cock finally hit her cervix and continued to pound. "I don't know how I've haven't blown my load, you feel amazing baby girl." He managed to get out.

Nina: Nina's body shuddered with a moan as Maks finally bucked up into her cervix. How was his dick so big and so perfect? Nina's hand gripped the back of the man's neck, digging her nails into his sensitive skin as she pulled him in close for a passionate kiss. "Please cum for me, baby," he woman spoke out in a breathy tone.

Maksim: Between the nails in his back and the passionate kiss that Maksim allowed himself to get lost in, deepening it and chewing on her bottom lip playfully. Giving a few more hard thrusts; the brunette threw his head back and blew his load deep inside Nina.

Nina: The last few hard thrusts were what made Nina completely lose it. Her back arched as her nails dug deep into Maks' skin. Her screams of pleasure echoed off of the walls in the large living room. She could feel her walls constrict against Maks' pulsating dick as he finally came for her. The woman felt as if she were completely out of breath and was immobilized for a moment. "Holy fucking shit," she breathed out. "I thought last time was the best orgasm I ever had. Boy was I wrong."

Maksim: Attempting to catch his breath, he was amazed by how deep and mindblowing his orgasm was. Holding her safely and protectively in his arms; the brunette leaned down and kissed the top of her head as he reached down and comfortingly rubbed her sweaty back. "Glad I can continue you to impress you." He smirked. "Getting to learn your body and make you feel good like how you make me feel, has been amazing." He admitted. "You are mindblowing in bed."

Nina: Nina wrapped herself comfortably into the shape of Maks' body, feeling her curves meld against his like they were made to fit together. "I have a feeling that's far from the last time you're going to impress me one way or another," the woman replied with a flirtatious smile. "Mm, you have no idea how you make me feel." Nina nuzzled her head into the man's bare and sweaty chest. The connection they had was mind blowing, both in and out of bed. It was unlike anything Nina had ever felt before, and especially so quickly. "You have absolutely no idea what you do to me."

Maksim: Until this moment, Maks didn't truly realize how small she was. One of the many things that was inspiring his protective streak. He wanted to keep her safe, and make her feel good. He was already feeling a connection with her, and that both scared and excited him. He couldn't get hurt, not again. Maksim cracked a soft smile upon seeing hers. "Can you tell me?." The brunette challenged, wanting to hear what she had to say, playing with her locks softly.

Nina: His question caught her off guard. She looked up towards him, seeing that he was in fact serious. She wasn't even sure if she could put the feelings she was already feeling towards him into words. It was all so fresh and so new. It both scared and excited her to no end. She couldn't get hurt again, but she couldn't force herself to stay away either. "I just can't even describe it. When you came up to me that night after the show, I never expected that it would leave me feeling like this. It's almost like I can't get enough of you. I want to be around you and get to know you. But at the same time, I feel like I've known you on this level for years. It's so hard to explain."

Maksim: He didn't know if he was actually going to get answer; the brunette was actually rather shocked when Nina decided to answer him. Another way he continued to be impressed and shock by the beautiful woman. "I know you probably think I'm bullshitting you by saying this, but I think you just read my mind. Something drew me to you the first time I saw you, and I just had to say something to you or I'd regret it for the rest of my life."

Nina: Nina couldn't help the butterflies that exploded in her chest and stomach from the man's words. Everything just felt so right. And that both excited and scared her to no end. This could either turn out to be everything she had ever hoped for, or it could leave her broken hearted once again. But she needed to take the dive and see for herself which direction it would go in. She would hate herself for the rest of her life if she walked away out of fear. "I know what you mean. This just feels..right."

Maksim: Staring at her intently as she spoke; the brunette man couldn't help himself but begin to play with her short locks. He knew both the weed and her had equal roles to play in his mood, but he wasn't sure he had ever been this relaxed and happy all at the same time. He knew this was quick to move on, but he needed to get to know Nina and learn everything he possibly could about her. "Right, that would be the perfect word for it." He admitted. "I can't wait to get to know you fully." He admitted shortly after.

Nina: Nina's arms wrapped around the man's torso, hugging him closely. She never wanted to let him go. She felt so safe and completely content in his strong grasp. "I can't wait to get to know you fully either. You're just so fucking amazing and I can't get enough of you." The brunette gazed up at the man, smiling sweetly at him before pressing her lips gingerly against his.

Maksim: Maksim smiled at her small arms squeezing his torso; knowing he couldn't return the favour, he let his hands drop from her locks and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You, my dear.. have far too much faith in me." He didn't want to mention or even think about his anger issues. He hoped that he'd keep it under control that Nina would never have to see them, but he knew deep down that was wishful thinking. He pressed his lips against hers once more, smiling to himself.

[russellthornton]

Male Masturbation Techniques: 11 Unique Moves for Max Pleasure

There are lots of ways to give yourself pleasure, guys! Check out these great male masturbation techniques and make yourself feel good.

Everyone knows that masturbation is normal and healthy. However, many of us don’t invest nearly as much time and energy into figuring out new ways to be inventive and interesting in our solo time as we do when it comes to sex with a partner. So, we’ve put together a list of the hottest male masturbation techniques to put your imagination–and pleasure–into overdrive.

The male masturbation techniques to master

If you are in between relationships or just fancy a little bit of “you time” every so often, then why be boring? There are loads of different techniques and positions to try and keep things interesting, experience intense orgasms, and have loads of fun while you are at it.

Not everything works for everyone, so it’s all about trial and error to find out which techniques work best for you. If you aren’t sure where to start, take a look at these 11 male masturbation techniques for inspiration.

#1 Pray for pleasure. This is a fantastic, intense experience. Simply rub a generous amount of lube on both of your hands and then interlock them around your penis, as if you were praying.

Then start to move your hands up and down in a rhythmic rubbing motion. It’s up to you to find the perfect speed and pressure, but when you do, it’s a pretty heavenly experience! [Read: 16 naughty deeds to build your sexual wish list]

#2 Get creative with Vapor Rub. Who knew that Vapor Rub could do more than clear up a blocked nose when you feel a little under the weather? Vapor Rub is actually the perfect accompaniment to take your orgasms to the next level when indulging in some solo sex time.

Just rub a small amount on your hands and get to work. The amazing hot/cold sensations are pretty intense. Just remember, you don’t need much. Overkill takes the amazing tingle to a more unpleasant burn if you are not careful!

#3 Use the other hand. Let’s face it, we’ve all got a favorite hand that we use when we are getting down and dirty solo. But have you ever tried working it with your non-master hand?

If you use the other one, it takes more time for your brain to connect that it’s you that’s doing it. This is where you let your imagination run wild and fantasize about who might be giving you a helping hand—which makes for some pretty hot self-loving, that’s for sure!

#4 Watch some porn. An oldie but it never fails! Spice up your masturbation time by sticking on some of your favorite porn. If you’ve never watched it before, it’s easy to find great free sites with lots of options to browse through. Find out what really gets you going and then sit back, relax, and enjoy! [Read: Looking for the best porno ever? Check out these top 10 must-sees]

#5 Use a Fleshlight. While this might not be for everyone, why not get a little helping hand from a Fleshlight? If you haven’t heard of one, look them up! They are a popular male sex toy, and it’s easy to see why.

Just pop the Fleshlight anywhere you fancy and get to business. In between cushions works well. It feels so realistic you almost feel like you are enjoying the real thing!

#6 Do it over clothes. You might be used to simply stripping off and getting to it when you fancy a quick jerk off by yourself—and, of course, that’s up to you. However, if you’ve got a little time, why not delight in the build up?

Dry rubbing yourself over clothes is a great way to build up tension and make the whole experience feel more erotic. It’s really sensual. You are almost teasing yourself which leads to a pretty intense orgasm too. If you can’t handle waiting, you can always start this way and move on to some skin on skin action later. [Read: Dry sex: All the dos, don’t’s, and best positions you need]

#7 Get creative in the kitchen. Okay, we aren’t suggestion that you go all American Pie on us *though if that gets you going then why not?!*, but have you ever tried doing it in a bag of warm jelly? It might sound crazy to some, but if you’ve got an open mind and you’re willing to experiment, this actually feels pretty amazing.

The warm, wet, soft texture of the jelly is a major turn on, and the best bit is you can ejaculate right inside and then just throw the whole lot away!

#8 Tease yourself. Again, this is one for where you’ve got a little time, maybe a Sunday afternoon kind of session! Remember it’s all about finding ways to get the best, most intense pleasure, and so prolonging that feeling and building up to your orgasm is often the way to go.

Try rubbing yourself for a while, until you are pulsating with pleasure, and then stopping for a little while until you can’t bear it any longer, then start again.

Do this over and over again until the sensations build up and you can’t take the teasing any more. Your orgasm will be intense, long, and take over your whole body—what’s not to love about that?! [Read: The art of edging: Sizzling ways to delay and master powerful orgasms]

#9 Ball tugging. Remember that when it comes to male masturbation techniques, you need to think beyond just the penis. Maybe your partner has tried ball tugging on you in the past. Basically, this is a simple and easy technique for those who kind of like to mix pain and pleasure.

Wait until you are just about to climax, and then give your balls a *gentle* pull. Doing so will increase the intensity of your orgasm, and you’ll cum like you never have before! [Read: 10 hi-tech male sex toys that change the way we do sex]

#10 Get in tune with your body. Remember what we said about masturbating not just being about the penis? Well try to take that advice to heart and think about how you can use your whole body to have fun.

There are so many places to touch yourself that you’ll find hot and horny, so why not spend some time exploring your body, touching yourself all over, finding your different pressure points and so on.

Touch, rub, and stimulate almost every part of your body. Make sure you do yourself a favor and give your whole body attention when you are indulging in some self-loving! [Read: 12 arousing sex fantasies to try in real life]

#11 Try different positions. It’s so easy just to lie on your back and get to it when you have some special “me time,” but remember fantastic male masturbation techniques are all about experimentation. If you don’t mix it up, you might find things become a little boring.

So, don’t get lazy and instead try loads of different positions. You could be on your knees, with your legs in the air, lying on your front—get your body into different positions and use them to enhance your fantasy!

[Read: The best male masturbation toys that are so much better than your hand]

There are so many different male masturbation techniques and positions to try your hand at that it seems crazy not to give some of them a go. The next time you feel as though your solo sex time is getting a little boring, give some of these tips a try.

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