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piecksz · 3 years

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prove it | (m)

pairings: modern!jean kirstein x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, mirror sex, penetrative sex, saliva, fingering, finger sucking, handjob, slight mentions of breeding, explicit language

words: 3k+

summary: your jealousy sparks a bitter argument between you and jean, but he shows in more ways than one, that you’re the only person he’s infatuated with.

a/n: as always, if you wanna fully immerse yourself in the smut hehe you can listen to the songs i looped incessantly while writing: girls need love too by summer walker and excitement by trippie redd and PARTYNEXTDOOR (you cannot tell me that jean wouldn’t listen to either he’s so sexy omg pls free me from my brainrot)

You gripped the fabric of your dress, hiking it up above your ankles to make sure the material didn’t get caught under the sharp heels of your shoes while you stormed into the house. Seething with outrage, you swung the front door shut behind you, savoring the few seconds of solitude you had before Jean trailed behind you clamorously.

“I already told you, and I’m telling you—again—I didn’t know she was going to be there!” Jean was insistent, his footfall demanding on your tail as he followed you into the kitchen. His fingers were carelessly twined in his hair, an overt demonstration of his stress.

You hastily tossed your purse onto the counter, paying no mind to the way it slid across the granite and almost toppled over its edge onto the floor. “Bullshit Jean. It was your fucking event, how did you not know she was gonna be there?” You spared him an irate glance, it was the first time you’d looked at him since the two of you left the venue.

The entire ride home, Jean had attempted to make conversation, asking you if you’d enjoyed yourself and trying to solicit your opinion on how he’d done coordinating his company’s milestone event. Following the successful closing of a large venture deal and the expansion of the corporation, his boss had entrusted him to organize a company soirée to celebrate, and if Jean’s event had managed to go off without a hitch, a possible promotion was in the cards for him. However, much to Jean’s confusion you were quiet in your responses, mainly giving one word answers and little praise.

After relentless prodding, you snapped, admitting you were irritated after seeing Jean talking to Mikasa, an old coworker and friend of his. You’d disappeared for only a moment to use the bathroom, but when you returned, the two were engrossed in what seemed like interesting chatter. Seeing the way Jean laughed after everything she said prompted the agitation in your lower stomach to boil up into your throat. Nothing was that funny.

“Maybe I overlooked her name on the guest list.” Jean’s fingers left his hair and wrapped around his tie, tugging to loosen it.

“Oh, you sure looked over her while you two were talking and laughing.” You stood on your toes to grab a mug from the cabinet before slamming its wooden door shut. “What was so funny? The fact that you used to fawn over her like an idiot?”

You shuffled back over to the sink, flipping the faucet and watching as the mug filled with water before bringing the cup to your lips to take a long drink. You sighed as the liquid quenched your dry throat, raw from yelling. You peered over the top of the mug at Jean, eyes following him as he made his way over to the selection of hard liquor against the kitchen wall.

“There you go. Name calling like a fucking child.” He poured himself a generous glass of booze, chuckling wryly and taking a sip.

You pulled the mug away from your mouth. “You—are so—,” you started, but your words disbanded into a loud and frustrated groan.

“I’m so what?” Jean swirled the auburn liquid around in his glass, pretending to look more interested in the way it moved than in the conversation you two were having.

“You don’t want me to finish that sentence, Jean. You really don’t.” You set your cup down loudly, so forcefully it might have shattered with just another ounce of force. “Stop acting like I’m overreacting. You know I’m not the jealous type, you fucking know that. I wouldn’t care, but you know you guys have history together.”

“Yeah, history means that it was in the past,” Jean retorted. “It was in the fucking past.”

You leaned forward on the counter, dipping your head low as if to question the validity of your boyfriend’s reply. “You’re telling me you’d be okay seeing me with an old flame?” You laughed humourlessly. “You complained for ten minutes after a waiter called me sweetheart.”

Jean took another long sip, then exhaled. “Because he clearly couldn’t tell the difference between horny and hospitality. Now you’re blaming me because you couldn’t see that?”

You nodded sardonically, a disbelieving smile shadowing on your lips while you reached behind your neck to unclasp your necklace. “And how’s that any different from this?”

“Mikasa never liked me back, what’s the problem? Did you just pick a topic out of a hat to bitch about?” Jean downed the rest of his alcohol, and then returned the short glass to the display. He wiped at his lips with his thumb and started back toward the kitchen.

“Fuck you, Jean.”

He let out a low chuckle while he rounded the length of the counter, sauntering in long strides until he was behind you with his large hands planted on the curve of your hips. He dipped his head, letting his mouth ghost by your ear. “You know, you’re kind of hot when you’re mad.” His palms began roaming, first gliding across your stomach before moving to your backside and cupping your ass in the curve of his hand. “Especially in that dress. You look really fucking good, baby.”

You barely cracked a smile. “Yeah?”

Jean’s low voice rumbled against your back. “Hell yeah.”

You turned around to face him, gazing up at him from behind sultry lids. “Then how about…,” you started, teasing him by fiddling around with the loose buttons on his shirt. “You sleep dreaming about all the things you wish you could do to me tonight. Because you’re not getting any.” Your seductive expression fell, and you pushed him backwards so you could slide out of the space between his body and the counter.

As you retired into your bedroom, you heard Jean’s weary voice echo from outside. “You’re cold.”

“Good,” you responded back resoundingly. “Maybe Mikasa’s free.”

“Maybe she is!” he retaliated, and although he wasn’t in front of you, you could nearly see the way he rolled his eyes at your spiteful jab.

You rolled your eyes back. “Shitforbrains.”

You removed your earrings, throwing them onto the dresser with your necklace before slipping out of your heels and stepping out of your dress. You struggled to make haste, trying to get ready for bed as quickly as you could before Jean entered the bedroom and had a chance to say anything that would incite another feud. Lazy and clad in your undergarments, you hauled yourself into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror lethargically while you brushed your teeth and removed your makeup with halfhearted effort.

“Do I need to prove it to you?”

You removed the cold wipe from your lids, opening your eyes and watching as Jean wandered into the bathroom. He continued walking until he met you at the sink, and he wrapped his long arms around your frame again.

“Come here,” he said, pulling you into him until the space between your bodies waned. You gave him an unamused glare through your reflection in the mirror, and resumed rubbing away at your persistent eyeliner.

“Should I mark up that pretty neck of yours?” Jean nestled his face into the curve of your neck, pressing messy, carnal kisses along the side of your throat until his lips met the dip underneath your jawline. He lightly brushed over it, knowing it was your sweet spot. Every time he wanted to turn you into a frenzy of moans, that spot was the easiest way he knew how.

“Or maybe I should have you carry our child.” His hands were hot against your stomach, the soft pad of his finger drawing a delicate circle around your navel. You were glad it didn’t tickle enough to make you laugh.

“You’re pissing me off,” you said, simply.

Jean released a husky groan that vibrated against the hollow of your throat. “You’re turning me on.” He hummed. “You feel that?”

You did. Against your ass, you could feel the prominence of Jean’s hardened cock through his pants, digging eagerly into your backside, and he did nothing but continue to fuel his lust by rubbing his erection against you.

“You’re the only one that can get me hard like this,” he strained, grunting at the discomfort in his briefs.

“Look how pretty you are.” Jean took your chin in his hand and prompted you to look at yourself in the mirror. He hovered over your shoulder and looked on, like he was only spectating. “Do you think anyone compares to you?”

His eyebrows creased while amber eyes fixated on your skeptical face. After a lack of response, he jerked your chin, forcing your attention back to yourself. “Answer me.”

“No,” you said quickly.

“Exactly. Good answer.” Jean’s thumb swept gently across your chin while he withdrew his hand.

Your timid eyes drifted over to him, observing as he slid two digits into his mouth, glazing them generously with saliva before lolling his tongue and pulling his fingers out. A thick string of spit lingered until his hand dipped and slid itself into your underwear.

You choked back a desperate cry once you felt Jean part your folds, using his wet fingers to pet the sensitive swell of your clit. Instinctively, you wrapped a sweaty, tremulous hand around his wrist, but it did nothing to quell his painfully tender ministrations.

“Jean,” you murmured. Your voice was breathy, just barely above a whisper while you gave in and rolled your hips against his hand. “Fuck, wait—Jean—”

“I love the way you say my name.” He placed his free hand on your breast. His fingers hooked onto the delicate fabric of your bra and tugged the material down, freeing your nipple. “Say it louder.”

“Jean,” you mewled loudly as he began flicking the hardening peak of your chest with a ginger touch. His movements were delicate and sensual, as though he wanted to kindle an impatient desire within you.

Jean’s fingers continued to rub slow, tortured circles into your clit and he eased into you every few seconds to make sure he was keeping his fingers slick. Once he heard your whimpers begin to ebb, he would stop and switch the direction of his motion, sending you into another flurry of moans and taking pleasure in the filthy-wet mess he was creating in your panties. “Louder.”

You bit your lip and closed your eyes until the darkness of your eyelids melted into white heat. The familiar torrent of quivers shook your body, and the surface of your skin tingled with the onset of your orgasm. You dug your nails into Jean’s forearm, and in the haze of your high you forgot about all of your concerns.

“Jean!” You cried his name again, your wail echoing off of the bathroom walls while you writhed against his hold. You moved restlessly, looking for absolutely anything to cling to in an attempt to steady yourself until your climax subsided.

After you came to and regained your soundness, you scrutinized yourself in the mirror through misty tears, chagrined at how easily you’d submitted to him. You were situated limply in Jean’s arms, bottom lip swollen from persistent biting in your best efforts to veil how good he was truly making you feel, but from the sickeningly-smug simper on his face it was obvious that now Jean knew his fingers were more fruitful than an apology. Which meant this episode surely wouldn’t be the last of its kind.

He slotted his fingers into his mouth for the last time, sucking the silken coat of your arousal off of them before releasing them with a quiet pop, then Jean’s other hand crept up your neck until his thumb drove itself to part your closed lips, just wide enough so he could stick his lubricous fingers inside.

“Mhm,” he encouraged, nodding at the way you meekly looked to him for direction.

Jean’s fingers were warm and sloppy in your mouth as you sucked and he watched you intently, undoubtedly wishing that his cock could receive the same treatment. He sighed heavily as you wreathed your hot tongue around his knuckles.

“Good girl,” he breathed, pulling his digits from your jaws before his urge to stick them down your throat and watched as you gagged through tears became insatiable.

Jean worked one hand against his belt, unbuckling it skillfully before impatiently forgoing his buttons and tugging on his zipper instead. His breathing grew labored while you watched from the mirror as he shuffled behind you, and you canted yourself to the side to provide yourself with a clear view of Jean’s cock in the surface’s reflection.

His thick length pulsated, convulsing even without contact, and every time it did so, a fresh stream of precum dribbled from the swollen, red crown of his tip. With a light hand, Jean tapped his cock against the side of your thigh, prompting you to take him in your palm, and when you obeyed, it elicited a lengthy groan from him.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

You weighed his hot and heavy cock in your hand before beginning to move slowly, flicking your wrist and evoking the jerking of Jean’s hips when you did. His head hung forward and loose strands of his neatly tucked hair billowed around his face while he watched as your hand worked against his throbbing heat.

Jean delivered another set of kisses to your neck, kissing along your jawline until he stopped at the corner of your mouth to take a brief second to acknowledge his own pleasure. “Shit,” he grunted, his fleshly pants now becoming uncontrollable. “Okay, that’s enough.”

You loosened your grip around Jean’s cock while he curled his fingers around the cloth of your thin underwear, pulling it down until he stopped midway past your thighs, then his large hand settled between your shoulder blades to bend you over.

His palm collided with the pert curve of your ass, delivering a mild spank, and then he ghosted his touch over the stinging pain, blithely enjoying the way you whimpered his name ever so quietly. Jean positioned himself at your dripping entrance, prodding the tight hole with his tip over and over again just to taunt you until you glowered uncomfortably at him through the mirror.

“Stop it,” you heaved, your longing now turning into an unbearable itch.

Normally, you knew Jean would have loved to tease you, disregarding your begging and instead working even harder to rouse you, but you could tell by the sweat that beaded around his hairline that he needed relief too. So Jean spared you, grip tightening on your hips, and he pushed himself into you with a husky and guttural moan that overwhelmed your delicate whines.

He wasted no time and began moving, gradually picking up his pace until he decided on a moderate speed, not too rough, but just forceful enough that your breasts jounced and your body lurched against the sink whenever he thrusted into you.

“I always tell you how good you feel, do you need to hear it again?” Jean murmured, watching as his cock disappeared inside you and whenever he pulled back to rock his hips forward again, it glistened with a new layer of your arousal. “Your pretty pussy always takes me so well.”

He leaned into you, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing his hand on your shoulder, holding you in place while he fucked himself into you, over and over again. You tugged at Jean from deep inside your well, tightening your walls around his cock and causing his jaw to go slack with bliss.

“The way you fucking milk me, I could cum right now.” His balls slapped ceaselessly against your skin, and the sound of two sweaty bodies married together saturated the thick sex-tainted air. You struggled to watch yourself in the mirror, mouth wide open and eyes bloodshot from your tiredness and tears. Jean’s lips brushed against the shell of your ear and sent a ripple of goosebumps down the expanse of your back.

“I wish I could take a picture of you right now and keep it for later.” He panted into your ear. “You’re the only thing I can think of when I jerk off, it would be nice to have a visual.” When you said nothing he smiled, tugging at the softness of your lobe with his teeth. “Maybe next time, yeah?”

You could only give a weak and disoriented nod, and when you felt Jean’s cock twitch inside you, coupled with the way his muscles tensed underneath his skin, you knew he was close. You wrapped your hands around the arm curved about your waist and nodded at him again, cueing that you wanted to feel his release inside you.

Jean arched an eyebrow, his thrusts becoming sloppier, but he made no efforts to slow his cadence. “Yeah, you’re gonna let me cum inside you?”

You nodded silently for a third time.

Jean delivered a few more generous jerks before the small of his back tightened and he came inside you, amply flooding your chafed walls with his hot seed until you overflowed, and the creamy, white liquid seeped past the girth of his cock and began dribbling down the inside of your thigh.

Jean pulled his now limp cock out, wiping his essence gently on your folds before pulling you into another doting embrace. His clinch was tight, warm cheeks pressed against each other while he looked at you in the mirror with complete and unadulterated adoration.

“I love you,” he affirmed before flipping you over in his arms to face him. He bent down to press a salty and clammy kiss to your mouth, his lips stalling for a few moments longer before he pulled away and then delivered another kiss to your forehead. “Alright, stupid?”

You bobbed your head briefly, now embarrassed at your earlier outburst. You sunk into Jean’s torso, head against his chest, and mumbled sheepishly. “I love you too.”

The two of you stood together, arms encircling each other until Jean carefully broke his caress and began tugging you in the direction of the shower.

“Come on baby.” He grinned. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Last Night ii// Better Sober

After a show, you and Kells finally get around to the things you wanted to do sober.

Request: “I loved the new fic ‘Last Night’, any chance you’d write a second part where they sleep together sober-ish? If so could you write reader on top riding kells in it?””I just read “last night” (colson) and now I need a smut of their first time after the hangover omg pls 🥺”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing

A/N: Sorry this took so long *_*

Word Count: 2577

part i

Slim and Baze were never going to let you live this down. Once you and Colson had finally built up the strength to stand up, you quickly packed the rest of your things and got on your band’s bus, ignoring the snickers coming from the older men.

“Are you sure you don’t want to ride with us, Y/N? Keep the party going?” Slim asked, jokingly. You sent them a glare as you handed your suitcase to your bus manager, who was in the process of loading everything onto the bus.

“I will end both of you.” You grumbled, walking towards the stairs to board your bus.

Baze laughed, “we’re only joking. We all knew it’d happen eventually.” His dramatic smile combined with your pounding headache and nausea made for a very annoyed Y/N.

“I will say this once, and then never again. Either of you bring this shit up again, I’ll kill you.” You jabbed two fingers towards them. “Now I’m going to take a nap in my bed, on my bus.”

You walked up the stairs, your bandmates giving you puzzled looks as Slim called “love you too, kid!” You threw yourself into your bunk, not even bothering an explanation to your bandmates, the only thing on your mind was sleep.

Not 2 minutes after you’d closed the curtain to shield you from the outside world did it open again. You were laying on your side, back to the curtain to be as comfortable as possible. When the light from the hallway flooded into your bunk, you pretended to be asleep, hoping whoever it was would just go away.

You had no such luck, as seconds later the mystery person was climbing into your bunk, lying beside you. Curious, you turned to see who it was, though you could make an assumption. Finding the sleepy face of none other than Colson Baker, you smiled, turning to lay facing him.

“Your bus is quieter than mine.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you closer to him. “And I like sleeping with you better than sleeping alone.”

You shifted so that he could lay further away from the edge, resting your head on his shoulder, and laying an arm across his stomach. “I don’t mind.” You whispered, eyes closing slowly, “But as soon as we leave this bunk, we’re gonna have a million questions.”

Colson shrugged sleepily, moving your head with his motion. He mumbled something that sounded vaguely like “eh, fuck em” but you were already slipping away from consciousness.

The show you played that next night was arguably one of your best, probably due to the fact that Colson was watching you from the side of the stage the entire time. You tried to keep yourself from glancing over at him every few minutes, but between the adrenaline from the show, the smirk on his face, and the fact that you were wearing his shirt made that impossible.

You were sure fans would notice the familiar “Lace Up” shirt, but Colson claimed he “didn’t give a fuck” and he wanted to watch you play while wearing his clothes. You had no problem with it, enjoying the fact that he wanted everyone to know that you were his.

Once your set had finished and you’d thanked the audience, you ran off stage, your concert high rushing through your veins. Colson was getting ready to go on stage, so you figured you’d let him be until after the show.

As you and your drummer walked towards the greenroom, bouncing off each other’s energies, you were snatched away by a set of tattooed hands. “I’m borrowing her for a second.”

You giggled as Colson pulled you behind a cluster of cases, lips finding yours immediately. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling you up closer to him. “God you are so fuckin’ hot” he mumbled against your lips.

“Don’t you have a show to go do?” You asked, a smirk on your lips.

He rolled his eyes and kissed you again. “You’re gonna watch, right?”

You chuckle lightly, “of course I’m watching. I was gonna go freshen up a little bit because I am soaked in sweat though.” As you spoke his lips travelled to your jawline, kissing up towards your ear. “You’re gonna be late if you don’t stop.” You told him, leaning your head to give him better access to your skin.

“We’ll finish this later.” Though the words came out in a whisper, there was clear dominance in his voice, making you smirk slyly. He moved away from you, hands lingering on your waist. “Keep that shirt on” he mouthed to you as he joined his band, putting his ears in.

You gave him a thumbs up, walking towards your dressing room to clean up as much as possible. The shirt you were wearing was drenched in sweat, but Kells had demanded you keep it on, much to your dismay.

Every time Colson looked side stage, you were standing there, watching him perform. You couldn’t see it, but the hungry look in your eyes had more of an effect on him than playing the set did. All he was thinking about anytime he found your eyes was dragging you to the hotel and fucking the life out of you.

And that’s pretty much the situation you found yourselves in, making out in the backseat of an uber on your way to the hotel. You barely made it through the lobby and into the elevator without his lips on yours, almost too intoxicated by them to care.

When you finally did get to the hotel room, Colson’s lips latched onto yours, pressing you up against the door. You moaned lightly as his teeth grazed over your bottom lip, the sound bringing a smirk to his face.

“Every time I looked over and saw you watching me, all I could think about was fucking you in this goddamn shirt.” When he spoke, his voice came out dark and dangerous, sending chills through your body. His hands moved underneath the shirt you were wearing, cupping your boobs as he reattached your lips.

You gasped as his cold hands made contact with your nipples, massaging them gently. “No bra?” He asked against your mouth, smirking.

“Figured it would make this a little easier.” You said before kissing him again. He hummed approval and continued to fondle your tits. The hands you had placed around his neck pulled lightly at the hair near his neck from pleasure.

His hands moved down your waist until they reached your ass, squeezing the skin through your shorts. He pulled you towards the bed, lips still locked on yours. Taking some initiative, you pushed him down onto the bed, pulling your shorts down to expose your underwear.

Colson threw his shirt off, exposing his infamous tattooed torso. You reached for the hem of the shirt you were wearing, but Colson stopped you. “Keep it on. I wanna think about this every time I see that fucking shirt.”

You let out a slight laugh, “the fucking shirt.” Colson rolled his eyes, pulling you by the elastic of your panties towards him. His hands went to your thighs, pulling them so that you were sitting on his lap, one knee on either side of his torso.

“You’re really lame, you know that?” He asked as you rested your arms on his shoulders. You bit your lip and nodded, pressing your hips further into his lap. His hands ran up the sides of your thighs and to your waist, pausing briefly to squeeze your ass. “It’s kinda hot though.” He mumbled, guiding your hips to roll onto his.

You leaned in, pressing your lips against his in a needy, passionate kiss. You continued to grind against his clothed hips, hands moving to run up and down his abdomen, taking in the muscle under your fingers.

Colson finally got impatient and pulled away from your kiss, gently moving you off of him and standing up. You gave him a confused frown, wondering if you’d done something wrong. Your silent question was answered when he pulled down his pants, leaving him in only his boxers.

The outline of his length through the thin material almost had you drooling. The wetness that had been between your legs since you’d put on his shirt made a reappearance. He turned around and shuffled through his bag, pulling out a foil packet and tossing it on the bedside drawers. “So we don’t forget.” He smiled, hands moving around your waist. His lips met yours briefly, but you had decided you wanted something else. You pulled away, pressing kisses to his jaw instead, travelling down to his neck.

The man chuckled as you took control, your lips finding their way to his collarbone and sucking on the skin between his tattoos, hoping to leave a mark. You continued your trek down his body, stopping just above his waistband to lick the three red X’s that lay on his skin. He threw his head back, “you are going to be the death of me.”

You looked up at him with a hum of agreement, your fingers grasping the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down to expose his hard member. He took in a sharp breath as you lightly stroked his length with your fingertips. Your tongue slipped out from between your teeth to lightly lick his tip, swirling around it. Colson’s grasped your hair, forcing you to look up to him, “don’t be a fucking tease.”

His voice was forceful, demanding. You obeyed willingly, wrapping your lips around his shaft, sucking gently. You heard the man let out a quiet moan of pleasure, encouraging you to take more of him into your mouth. What you couldn’t fit you jerked with your hand, Colson’s hand wrapping tighter into your hair as you did so.

You picked up your pace, eyes flicking up to take in his look of pleasure every so often. His moans were a music to your ears, the thrusts of his hips a work of art. “You feel so good, baby,” his husky voice flooded the room, “touch yourself for me.”

Using the hand that wasn’t pumping his cock to trail down to your panties, you moved them to the side and swiped across your slit. You hummed around his member, his hips jerking into you. “I bet you’re fucking soaked, aren’t you?”

You hummed again in agreement, one finger dipping into your heat, slowly spreading yourself out. Colson yanked your head back, making you look up at him again. “Use your words.”

“So wet for you.” You moaned, adding a second finger into yourself. Colson smirked at your confession, guiding your lips back onto his cock. Your pumps got faster, as did your sucking. The hand on your head pushed you further onto his length, speeding up your pace.

When you felt yourself nearing your release, Colson pulled your head off his member, cradling your face in his hands. He pulled you up lightly, your fingers removing themselves from you. He took your hand and guided it to his lips, sucking your juices off your fingers.

You reached over to the table, grabbing the condom. Your hands moved up Colson’s chest, exploring the skin. He leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to your lips, hands grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. You let him pull your underwear down your legs and took advantage of his momentary distraction.

As soon as he stood back up, you turned the two of you around, pushing him down onto the bed. “Oh hell no.” He said, sitting up to try and pull you onto the bed with him.

You gave him puppy dog eyes, toying with the condom wrapper in your hand. “What’s wrong, intimidated by a girl being on top?”

He chuckled, “you think you’re so tough, huh?” You nodded, moving to kneel at the foot of the bed, crawling up his body. “Don’t complain when you get tired.” He leaned back, arms resting behind his head to show he wasn’t going to help you.

“I think you’re scared of not being in control.” You whispered, landing in the position you had been working towards.

Colson scoffed, “I can still be in control from here.” You raised an eyebrow at him, hand reaching out to stroke his length. He tried to bite down his groans, but you knew they were there.

You rolled the condom onto his member, taking in the sight of him below you. “You were saying?” You shifted so that your body hovered above him, lining him up to your entrance. Slowly, you sank down onto him, both of you letting out synchronous moans of pleasure.

His hands moved to your thighs, rubbing up and down the skin. You allowed yourself to adjust before pushing yourself up with your knees and then sinking back down onto his cock. His grip tightened as you moved, trying not to guide you.

You sprawled your hands on his chest, watching his expression as you rode him. You swiveled your hips every once in a while, just to hear his moans. “Fuck.” He growled when you began to move faster, his length filling you up.

Colson’s grasp on your thighs began to lead you up and down, his hips thrusting to meet yours. He was right about one thing; he could still be in control from underneath you. You let out a whine every time he hit the right spot inside of you, your sounds filling the room.

“Fuck baby, you look so good,” he moaned out, looking up to you with your head thrown back and eyes closed in pleasure. “Getting fucked in my T-shirt. Want everyone to know you’re mine.”

You smirked at his words, “I’m all yours,” you whined out, the movement of your hips getting sloppier. One of his hands moved to your clit, rubbing circles onto the bundle of nerves. “Ah, fuck.” You moaned, hips bucking onto his further.

After a few more pumps you were at the edge of bliss, so close to falling off. You could tell Colson was close, his thrusts getting sloppy and his tip twitching inside of you. “You gonna cum, baby?” He whispered; eyes shut in pleasure. You hummed out a response, too indulged in the pleasure that you were so close to.

“Mm, cum around my cock, baby.” His fingers on your clit picked up pace, sending you diving over the cliff and into a pool of euphoria. Electricity spread through your body as your high washed over you. Colson continued thrusting into you, his orgasm following yours. You rode them out together, breaths heavy.

Once his thrusts slowed to a stop you lifted yourself off of his member and fell down beside him. He turned onto his side, eyes wandering your body. “You’re so beautiful.” His voice was breathy and tired, but one of the best sounds you’d ever hear.

You looked up to him, a small smile playing on your face. “Shut up.” You giggled, pushing him back down onto his back. He chuckled, standing up to dispose of the condom before climbing back onto the bed next to you, this time pulling you into his arms. His back leaned against the headboard, arm wrapped around you, with your head laying on his chest.

“Better sober?” You asked with a small chuckle.

“Better sober.”

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snvw · 3 years

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𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘. ━━ ❦ caliban, the prince of hell.

𝐀/𝐍— ❦ hi! this is my first caliban imagine in almost over a year n omg it feels so amazin writing for my baby again... hope y’all like this. also, i changed the request just the tiniest bit... there is fluff, but it also got a lil dirty in some parts? sorry, anon! anyways, please reblog, like n share if you enjoyed this lil thing. also, feedback is very much appreciated! thank you for reading.♡

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓— ❦ ANON ASKED; Can I please request a Caliban imagine where the reader (female) is mortal but he’s superrrr whipped for her and calls her “my lady” and keeps saying how much he loves her and is just really sweet to the reader??? Thank you. Xx // also, you may send in a request(s) here.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘— ❦ caliban, the prince of hell, is totally whipped for his girl, you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆— ❦ caliban x fem!reader.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒— ❦ 18+! slut shaming! fluff n mentions of sexual themes! adult language! & any grammatical mistakes are my own!

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.

♡࿐ Caliban was in love. No, scratch that. He was so fucking in love, it hurt. The whole ‘love’ thing was new to him, like a foreign language one was just beginning to learn. Once he started feeling this strange emotion, it was like he became a whole new person. In his eyes, he saw himself as a better, new and improved version of himself.

Caliban always thought love to be a weakness, that he didn’t need it or that he felt it wasn’t worth his time. But with you, it was different. It felt different. Because of you, he was in love. Happily so, might I add. The two of you have only been dating for a little less than a year, but unholy Satan, it felt like decades had passed. It was like the two of you knew each other for centuries.

In all honesty, Caliban thought he would’ve been alone for all of eternity, which at the time, he was perfectly content with the thought of that. At least, before you – he was used to bringing whores to his bed chambers every night. Whilst he enjoyed himself most of the time, when he grew bored and had no more desire for said whore any longer – he’d either toss them aside, or kill them.

Although, now was different... All because of you. Speaking of you, Caliban had just finished ordering one of his most trusted followers to bring you to his chambers – and shall there be even a single scratch on you, he’d tear them apart limb by limb and watch with glee as their souls burned in the pits of Hell. “My Lord, as you requested, here is Lady –“

“Yes, yes – Beelzebub, you may go. Now.” Caliban commanded carelessly, looking up to see you stepping around Beelzebub cautiously, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him. Caliban smirked, standing up from the leather chair he was resting on, tossing the book he was reading aside and rushing towards you, wrapping you in his strong arms. Beelzebub bowed respectfully, but not before throwing you a disgusted look on his way out, the large wooden doors slamming shut behind him.

“Caliban,” you greeted, your heartbeat starting to race. You felt like a lovesick fool. “I – I can’t believe..why d-did you...?” you stuttered, craning your neck back to look up at the handsome Prince. “I can’t believe you sent one of the Plague Kings to come and get me,” you gasped, sounding like you were trying to keep that information strictly a secret. “You know I’m not supposed to be down here and what if –“

Caliban smiled down at you, quickly silencing your worried ramblings as he bent his knees down slightly to press his lips against yours, both of his hands reaching up to cup your face, your lips meeting in a frenzied, passionate kiss. You practically whimpered into the kiss, parting your lips as you felt your boyfriends tongue run across your bottom lip, knowing what he sought out for. Once your lips parted, Caliban wasted no time in slipping his warm tongue inside of your mouth, tasting you and groaning at how sweet you tasted, both of his thumbs lovingly stroking each of your warmed cheeks as he kissed you senseless.

“I missed you,” Caliban groaned into the kiss roughly, suggestively grinding his hips into your pelvis. You giggled in response, running your tongue along his, your teeth slightly clashing together with his, but neither of you cared enough to stop. You two could never get enough of each other – ever.

Your hands ran up to tangle themselves into his dirty blond hair, digging your fingernails into his scalp, causing him to hiss in pleasure. “I missed you more,” you breathed, before opening your mouth wider for him, feeling Caliban’s tongue run over the roof of your mouth. Next, he started slowly sucking on your tongue, swirling your tongue around with his, almost choking you in the process with how long his tongue was, but you didn’t care. If you had it your way, you’d never stop kissing him. Fuck, he tasted amazing... like spearmint gum and some sort of sugary sweet, he tasted delicious.

Then, Caliban began to run both of his warm hands down your sides, gripping and squeezing and touching and – fuck. He was so amazing and perfect. You loved him so much, he drove you absolutely mental sometimes. His hands were so big and strong and you were so obsessed with them when they were caressing you, you swear the feeling of his skin on yours was pure euphoria.

“My Lady,” Caliban murmured, trailing his lips to the corner of your mouth, then to your cheek, kissing it tenderly. “My Lady, my lady, my lady...” Caliban praised, causing your stomach to erupt in butterflies and your pussy to start gushing uncontrollably, knowing how much it drove you wild when he called you his lady, like you were royalty. Which, in his eyes, you were. You were his, always.

Caliban’s lips moved down to your neck, kissing the skin underneath your ear so gently that it barely felt like he was doing anything, while his hands were now firmly massaging and gripping your ass through your tight jeans. “Caliban,” you sighed, growing frustrated, your pussy now starting to clench down on nothing but thin air. You wanted him, you wanted him so badly you thought you’d snap any second.

It’s been days since he last visited you in your bedroom in the Mortal realm, and he fucked you so good and hard that night that the next day, you could barely walk. That night he was absolutely feral, he wasted no time in fucking your brains out, and you could’ve sworn you felt his cock in your guts as he pounded into you from behind that night. Although, that goes without saying that hours before, he was a complete tease. Eating you out for hours without letting you cum, which made you annoyed and crazy and you really thought you’d start crying hysterically if he didn’t quit his teasing then. Luckily – for the both of you – he did, and he – of course – slowly and sensually slid his cock deep inside of you, before fucking you like a good little slut.

Caliban loved you, there was no denying it. He’d do just about anything for you if you asked him, and he could be so sweet and charming, and most of the time so cruel, just the way you liked him to be. But praise Satan, he knew how to fuck you just right, like when to be soft and gentle and affectionate, with a dark twist of being rough and quick and downright sinful. You swore it was a talent only he possessed, which wouldn’t be a total shock since he did live in and helped rule Hell sometimes.

“My Lady,” Caliban sighed, grabbing your attention as you came back down to – well, Hell – and looked back up at him, snapping out of your sexual daydream. “Hmmm?” you questioned, batting your eyelashes up at the scowling Prince. Fuck, he was so pretty. The Prince of Hell smirked down at you, reaching one hand up to gently grasp your chin with long fingers, holding it as he examined your pretty face up closely and rubbed his calloused thumb over your swollen, bottom lip.

“Was my angel daydreaming again?” he chastised, his tone sickly sweet, as if he were talking to a five year old girl. You were always so fucking cute, playing dumb and naïve, but he knew you knew better. And oh, oh – he was teasing you, the bastard. Two can play that game. As expected though, your plans always seemed to backfire on you as you unconsciously started to rub your clothed thighs together desperately, knowing what was about to come.

Fuck the consequences.

So, you played along, praying that he would have mercy on you tonight. “No, my Lord, I’d never disobey –“ Caliban snorted, cutting you off completely as you amused him at your failure of attempting to lie to him. Him, of all people. Caliban chuckled, shaking his head fondly and kissing your lips once more, making you respond instantly as you stood on the tips of your toes, kissing him back eagerly. Your arms reached up to wrap themselves around his neck once more, pulling him so close that both your chests were pressed so tightly together, your hearts beating against one another’s as one.

Before speaking, Caliban wrapped you tightly in his arms, interlocking his fingers together behind your back, resting his interlocked hands right above your ass. “My Lady, I thought you learned your lesson the other night,” Caliban spoke in false kindness, leaning down to lightly drag his tongue along the shell of your ear. You hummed quietly, tilting your head slightly to give your boyfriend more access, feeling excitement flow throughout your body. Or, were you just a horny little slut, like your boyfriend said you were?

Caliban paused, taking in a short breath, feeling his cock harden almost unbearably at the thought of punishing you again, just like a couple of nights ago. “Bad girls don’t get to cum unless they tell the truth. And you, my lady – have sinned.”

fin

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jungshookz · 4 years

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cee omg you could literally write a drabble about uni!yoongi making out with yn and i would literally die

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; uni!yoongiverse!! nsfw i think?? i’m not sure?? what do u call it if it’s simultaneously smut and not smut at the same time.,,. smaybe smut,,. smalmost smut,.. smerhaps smut,.,.

➺ wordcount: 1.5k is this a baby drabble??? idk i’m counting it as a regular drabble

➺ what to expect; “i’m going to need you to shut up now, please.”

➺ optional reading: not necessary but feel free to read some other drabbles from the uni!yoongiverse!

➺ note; this was originally a baby drabble (literally was only going to be a couple of sentences at the moST) but i got carried away so here we are :D also i wrote this while my professor was in the background talking about 16th century literature on zoom and now it’s a genuine concern for me as to whether or not ancient literature is my aphrodisiac

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you never really know how yoongi does it

every time you tell yourself that this time, you won’t let yourself be distracted by your boyfriend, it’s only three seconds later that you find yourself straddling him on the couch with your hands all over him

and theN when you tell yourself that you’ll only entertain him for ten minutes maximum before getting back to work he does that dumb boyish smirk and head tilt thing (“you sure you wanna go back to your textbook?”) that makes your knees all wobbly and your tummy all warm and before you know it your poor textbooks have been abandoned on the coffee table

one time you even left a marker uncapped and when you came back an hour later it was all dRY

yoongi dipped it into a glass of water in a poor attempt to revive it but it was too late

(he bought u a set of new markers from the bookstore on campus to make up for it)

“do you- mm- do you wanna hear about the classes i’m taking this semester?” you pull away and reach up to adjust your glasses that are now a little wonky considering the fact you and yoongi have been kissing for- has it already been twenty minutes?!

what happened to your ten minute rule??

yoongi rolls his eyes playfully before nodding, “go for it, dork-” he snorts before nudging his nose against your chin to get you to tilt your head back

he knows that if he says no you’re going to whinE about it for the entire time he’s groping you on the sofa so he might as well let you get it off your chest

“okay, so i’m taking this super cool literature course on trauma-“ you hum as you wrap your arms loosely around yoongi’s neck

yoongi starts to press warm kisses against your jaw while his hand slides down from your waist so that he’s gripping the side of your thigh, “mm, yeah? sounds cool.”

“it’s so super cool!” you gasp excitedly, “and the professor is super nice - i mean, she’s a little ditzy with zoom, but that’s to be expected - oh, anD she has purple hair, which automatically makes her the coolest professor ever-” you absentmindedly shift in yoongi’s lap and he grunts when you grind down against him in the process

also

side note

(not that he’s not paying attention to what you’re saying right now, but it’s pretty hard to noT focus on the fact that he’s currently kissing up on his very pretty girlfriend)

he was never really into dry humping before you came along

you guys don’t do it as often considering the fact that now,.,. now u can just have plain ol sex buT sometimes you’ll get into it if you’re on a tight schedule or something

like the other night yoongi had some dinner plans with a couple of friends (aka going to town on 5 XL pizzas in a grubby frat house) but yoU, for some reason, decided that while he was in the middle of putting his shoes on, that was the perfect time to tell him that you wanted to play

“the last person who gets there has to take out the garbage, and i am noT going to take out the garbage again-“

“but don’t you like it when i grind on you wearing just your sweatshirt?”

yoongi pauses in the middle of tying his laces

so yeah

he was the last one to arrive at the frat house which meant he was on garbage duty but it was totally worth it

and yeah, he supposes dry humping is typically something that only a couple of hormonal prepubescent teenagers would be into but.,,. with you, it’s just so,.,.., it’s so hot

he likes seeing you get so worked up over him when he hasn’t even taken any of his clothes off yet

his favourite is when he’s lying on his back and you’re on top just because he… likes it when you’re on top

there really isn’t a very deep explanation to his preference

it’s a nice view! sue him!

he also likes when you place your hands on his chest

you say it’s because it helps keep you from falling off but he knows you just like touching him there

and right as you’re about to cum, your fingers always twitch and he likes the feeling of your nails digging into the thick fabric of his hoodies

not to mention, he loves seeing your reactions whenever he starts talking dirty to you because your cheeks and the tips of your ears get super red and usually you get all quiet and whimpery but there’s always a fire in your eyes like you’re ready to rip all of his clothes off

like there was one time he actually just wanted to tease you just to see how far he could go (you weren’t paying any attention to him because your stupid nose was stuck in your stupid books as per usual and he was getting really bored) and he’d never seen you so needy before

“yeah? you like it when i talk to you like this?” yoongi coos and bites back a grin when you buck your hips against him with a pitiful whine slipping past your lips

he presses his palm flat against your hip to keep you from moving, “aw, what’s the matter, baby? need me?” yoongi pushes his bottom lip out in a mocking pout as he hooks a finger into the waistband of your skirt before giving it a playful tug

“yoongi, please-“ you prop yourself up on your elbows before leaning up to try to get yoongi to kiss you

he’s been dodging your kisses for the past five minutes which he’s been really enjoying because you look awfully cute when you frown at him like that

and to make matters worse (for you, duh! not him >:-)) he knoWs you really really like kissing him

yoongi nearly snorts when he notices you looking at him like you’re about to skin him alive

he totally gets it because he’s basically blue-balling you

it’s nice to be on the other side of the situation for once!

no wondER you do it all the time

“yoongi.” you clear your throat and he raises a brow

“mhm?”

“i don’t know what kind of game you’re playing here, but-“ you poke your finger against his chest, “in three seconds, i’m going to get on my hands and knees for you - and i want you to push my skirt up, tug my panties to the side, and fuck me. please fuck me.”

yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise and he pulls back a little

you very rareLY use swear words on a daily basis - in fact, you usually scold him when he brings his potty mouth into your apartment - so he’s not used to you dropping the f-bomb so casuall-

“did i mention i started taking birth control?”

yoongi’s mouth immediately goes dry

“-also taking a literature class on shakespeare, which is really bringing me back to high school-“ yoongi snaps out of his little trip down memory lane when he feels you shift on his lap again

okay well

he was like 5% horny earlier but now that the gates of his spank bank have basically flung wiDE open it’s safe to say that he’s roughly… 98% horny?

maybe a little more

maybe like 150% horny

you could flick his forehead and he would have a mind-blowing orgasm - that’s how horny he is.

it’s not his fault!!!

blame the spank bank!!!

“and- oh!” you find yourself flopping back on the couch and staring up at the ceiling all of a sudden and you blink quickly as your brain attempts to catch up to what the hecK is happening right now

“i’m going to need you to shut up now, please.” yoongi’s face pops up in front of your eyes and your eyes widen when he drags you down towards him until his very obvious bulge is pressing right up against your centre

you feel your face flush bright red and you find yourself struggling to come up with anything to say because a second ago you were literally talking about william frickin shakespeare, “but-”

“here’s what’s going to happen-“ yoongi tugs his sweatshirt up over his head, “first, i’m gonna go down on you,” he tosses it aside before leaning over and placing both hands on either side of your head, the thin silver chain hanging around his neck dangling down, “and then we’re gonna fuck-”

“language!” you say on instinct and yoongi immediately snorts

that’s pretty rich coming from you, miss flip-my-skirt-up-and-fuck-me-now

“and you know, since i’m feeling particularly generous today,” he ignores your comment about his oh-so inappropriate language, “i’ll gladly let you choose how we boink-”

(you end up riding him which we all know is the decision yoongi is more than happy with.)

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soulwillower · 3 years

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taboos and the absurd iii • richie tozier

(professor richie tozier x reader smut)

requested: hi! i just finished reading taboos and the absurd, SUCH A GOOD SERIES. This is just some idea i had and im totally okay if u don’t want to do it, but would you write maybe a final part of the series when the reader finds out richie fucked more students (more than she though) and she gets upset and stops talking to richie (ridiculous jealousy) but he really was falling for her so he talks to her and well things get heated, and KDKDKD ok sorry if im too specific, hope u see this❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰 + hey omg i love the prof. richie series sm 🥵 if you plan on making a pt. 3 might i suggest reader giving richie head while hes giving a lecture and reader gets fucked on the table 😳😳 its hoe hours frfr + so many other requests to continue the series :)

warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), bad morals, abuse of power, dont fuck your professor, filthy stuff, professor richie, deepthroating, dirty talk, use of the word slut, cockwarming, unprotected sex, mentions of exhibition, a bit of degradation and a lot of praise, unedited as usual lol

[losers + reader are 20+ in this]

4.4k words

part 3 of taboos and the absurd series. sorry it’s been so long :) i wanted to surprise u a bit with a lil surprise for the holidays. i love u all!! <3

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you hadn't been to class in almost a week and a half.

it was really bad, you know - and the ditching has started to affect your grade, but you don't even care as much as you really should. because you're.... extremely jealous.

yeah.

you'd first gotten suspicious the lecture after you stayed behind and ended up with professor tozier's dick in your hands. a girl was sitting on his desk after class, when you'd walked in to turn in a late paper, and richie had been twirling her hair. they were laughing together, her bare legs. it made you burn up, and so you tossed the paper down at the drop bin at the back of the classroom loud enough that he noticed you’d come in.

you were so mad you didnt stay to see anymore. and you didnt go to class for more than a week after.

it could have been just an innocent gesture, or maybe just some woman richie was dating - either way, you were beyond jealous. it filled you with rage to imagine richie fucking anyone else, let alone a student. you were hurt, too - because you've really started to like spending time with your professor.

but that backfired of course, because you’re in your apartment staring at an email from him.

i will be at my office on campus after hours this friday, until roughly 9:30. if you're available, i encourage you to stop by.

we have a lot to discuss regarding your grade and future in my class.

thanks,

professor richard tozier

you blink at the screen, your heart racing. your fingers shake slightly as you reach up to rub your temples - oh god, he wants to talk. he's going to turn you down, say it was a mistake, and fail you.

and in the few days until friday, your rage and fear meld together to make a jealous, ugly monster as you stalk up the empty corridors to his office, ready to speak.

it's late, probably around 8 when you knock on his door, but he's still there as promised, answering with a faint come in!

you walk in slowly, heart pounding in anxiety as you meet eyes with him for the first time in almost 14 days. your heart thumps hard still as he nods at you, "you can shut the door and take a seat, ms. y/l/n."

you swallow as you click the door shut and move to the chair, sitting down awkwardly and biting your lip. "hi, professor." you say, afraid your jealousy is going to spill from you if you say anything else.

"you haven't been in class."

you nod, "you noticed."

he sighs through his nose and leans forward on his desk. you clench your thighs - no getting turned on, y/n. not now. "of course i did. i'm your professor, ms. y/l/n."

"right, sir, i almost forgot. you just get so comfortable with all your students now, sometimes it's hard to remember." you bite, and his eyebrows raise. "some more than others." he adds, shooting you a look that you ignore, instead turning your stubborn gaze to the clock behind his curly head. you can nearly smell his cologne from where you sit, and you're almost drooling. you can't let him see it.

"what's going on? your grade is dropping. you’re not coming to classes." he says, sounding like he's concerned. you bite your lip, shaking your head as you look at him. "i'm not going to come to class just to watch you flirt with the girls and let them give you fuck me eyes."

"that's exactly what you do to me constantly, as i seem to recall." he bites back. you feel yourself turn red, but you sit forward more so you lean over his desk just like he is.

"whatever. i don't care, i'd just appreciate it if you'd tell me that you're going to fuck other students so i can leave. and not walk in on you right before you do so.” you say, suddenly so thankful you chose to come later when nobody was on this floor, the only other person in the building being the custodian sleeping at the front desk.

professor tozier tilts his head with a smirk, "oh, you're adorable. my jealous little slut, crying because she can't have me to herself."

your jaw drops, the remaining thin layer of professionalism gone the minute he opened his mouth. "fuck you, professor. i'm leaving."

"i wasn't finished." he says sternly, and something in his voice makes you sit back down. he looks mad and it's confusingly hot, your legs feeling like jelly because of your excitement. "if you weren't such a brat, you would have heard me say that i'm not fucking anyone else. student or not."

you stare at him, confused as your face reddens again. you're embarrassed. "but-"

"the woman you saw last week, when you came back after the lecture. that's professor marsh, she's one of my colleagues and best friends. she's also happily married." he says, sounding pissed off. "i'd appreciate some trust, it's not like i going around fucking every student who wants to open their legs for me - although plenty have tried." he says.

you feel yourself soaking through your panties. god you have problems,don't you? "i'm sorry sir, i-" you start but he shakes his head, standing up from his chair and walking towards you. you watch him with big eyes, as he clenches his jaw. "no, don't apologize. just know. you're the only one." he mutters as he crosses behind you.

you stare at his empty desk, face blushing at his words. the only one. the click of the lock on the door gives you butterflies, and then he's behind you, hand trailing over your shoulder. "if you still want me, that is. your most recent paper was very good, but i know you can do much better. you just have to try for me." he's caressing your neck now, lips ghosting over the skin. you let out a soft moan, goosebumps raising on your soft skin as he feathers it with kisses. your butterflies are alight as you turn your head, kissing him.

he grips your jaw almost immediately, pulling your head upwards towards where he bends over you. you gasp as his hand rests on your thigh, and he smiles against your lips. "you're so sensitive, hmm? when was the last time you touched yourself?"

you gulp, shaking your head, shocked still by his boldness and by your willingness to be honest. "a f-few days ago." you say shakily as he kisses along your jaw, hand sliding up your thigh slowly. he tuts, "baby, you're going to fall apart when i'm through with you." he mutters, almost to himself, and that makes you choke out a moan.

he kisses you again and you push back enthusiastically, hand raising to palm him through his slacks. he's already semi hard, which makes a swell of pride blossom in your chest. but suddenly he breaks off the kiss, hissing in surprise. "fuck." he mutters, backing away from you. you blink, did you go too far? your thighs press together as richie rushes to his desk. "i have to proctor this exam in zoom. in....two minutes."

oh.

you blink and watch as he logs into his laptop and adjusts his hair in its camera. it's endearing, in a way that makes you smile, though extremely riled up and disappointed. you begrudgingly reach for your things, but professor tozier's hand comes up to stop you, "please stay. it's only going to be max forty minutes. i have beer in the bottom drawer if you want some." he rushes out, and you smile. "you sure?" you say shyly.

he looks at you, pausing. "yeah, y/n. of course." he says gently, smiling almost shyly back at you. he looks so young, it makes you stare in awe. his dimple pops and you hear the sound of ringing, the students joining the call to take their exam. only professor tozier would have an exam this late on a friday. asshole, you laugh to yourself.

you open a bottle of beer you find hidden under a stack of manilla folders, but don't even take a sip as your mind wanders. richie's speaking to the class, sounding professional and confident. you wonder if he's still hard.

so you smirk, feeling bold, and you get down onto your hands and knees and crawl under his desk until you're face level with his belt. gently, you spread his legs apart so you can get up and closer to him, and the slight jump he gives confirms that he didn't even notice you go under the desk.

you gently start to palm him and he clears his throat loudly, fist slamming on the desk slightly above you. over the speakers you hear professor, are you alright? and then richie's muttering, "y-yes, just a slight problem i need to fix." he's gritting it though his teeth and you grin to yourself as you unzip his pants and pull out his fully hard cock, running your fingers over it and smearing the precum. he's breathing tensely and he starts to speak to the class, giving tips on a certain question after one student asks him a question.

you pump him a few times gently, then start to kitten lick his tip, wanting to tease him since you've never had the upper hand like this before. you flatten your tongue along the bottom of his cock, teasing him a bit before slowly taking him into your mouth, sliding a bit before bobbing. the quiet groan he lets out as you take him as far as you can is sinful, a student asking richie about formatting as you suck him off. bobbing your head, you hollow your cheeks and relish in the feeling of richie’s cock in your throat, stretching you out and making you moan around him.

"y-yeah, so for this i'm really just looking for MLA-" he almost hiccups to cover up a groan as you try to hold yourself still with him all the way down your throat, as far as you can take him. "MLA formatting, nothing out of the ordinary. thank you for asking that."

and then you hear him slam a button and he groans out, “you feel so good baby.” he hisses, his hand moving from above the desk down to grip the back of your head, carding through your hair. "don't fucking stop." he says, his hand guiding your head as you work hard.

after a few minutes you pull off of him to take a few breaths, pumping as much as you can with your hand as he tries to act like he isn't getting sucked off while proctoring an exam. you can hear people starting to turn in their exams and saying goodbye, so you take him back into your mouth and try to relax, breathing through your nose as his cock twitches in the back of your throat and you gag.

you bob your head after that, your tongue flat against his cock as he slightly bucks his hips. you feel him type out something for the class and then he moans very lowly, bucking his hips up and you choke a bit as he slides further in your mouth and stretches your throat.

he doesn't feel you that he's about to cum, you just know, and he's clenching the edge of his desk and breathing hard as you eagerly swallow around him, moving slightly so the new angle makes him toss his head back for a brief moment before snapping back to the screen.

"professor, are you sure you’re okay?" someone asks again. you keep bobbing up and down on him as he mutters, "yes, thank you ms. ruben. finish your work and we can leave."

you figure those words are for you, and you move harder, helping him chase his high. he pulls your hair suddenly, which makes you keen forward and take him deep, gagging as you force your throat to relax.

and then soon he’s hitting his high, cumming in your mouth with a silent shudder, his hand squeezing his desk as the other hovers over his keyboard. you moan a bit as you swallow, pulling off him slowly as he pants, eyes glancing down at you.

you slide back up into your seat and sip on your beer, fixing your hair slightly as his eyes bounce from you to the screen. you smile innocently at him, his cheeks flushed and looking disheveled as he waits fro the last students to finish.

it's about three mintes until they're done and he stares directly at you once he ends the meeting. you expect him to say anything but what comes out of his mouth next.

"if you pull something like that again i will fuck you in front of the entire class.” he says it dead serious, eyes bright behind his glasses and boring straight into yours.

your legs feel like they could give out and you turn red as you watch him, “don’t act like that thought doesn’t have you already getting hard again.” is all you can think to say. it spills from your mouth quickly, your mind not even given time to think before you say it.

richie narrows his eyes, rising slowly from his chair and walking towards you, eyes locked the whole time. “funny. because you’re the one who couldn’t even wait two minutes before needing my cock in her mouth. i bet you’d let me fuck you anywhere i wanted and you’d still thank me for it afterwards, right princess?”

you’re not really used to this fierce banter between you and your professor - but when has this ever been professional?

you squeeze your legs together and stand up on wobbly legs. “shut up. you’re the one who said you’d give me first-hand experience on my essay. you wanted me the second you saw me.” you try to regain the upper hand, but he’s walking towards you and your legs hit the edge of his desk.

“of course i did, doll.” he says lowly, lips suddenly very close to yours. “and i still do.”

and you’re kissing again desperately, days upon days of desperation working its way into your kiss as you sit yourself on his desk and he comes between your legs, gripping your thighs.

he's dragging his hips against yours, his hard cock pressing against your heat and making you pant with need as you tug his curly strands. his hands then move to quickly undo his pants and pulling himself out of his boxers, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen. you whimper slightly as you spread your legs a bit, desperate to finally feel him inside you.

and then his hand is grabbing your face, thumb holding your chin as he turns your head to look right at him. "you better do exactly what i say, princess." he says, looking into your eyes. you nod, his thumb grip stern as he lines up at your entrance. “hm? or you wont get what you want.”

"yes, richie, yes. wan' it so bad, please." you mutter, making him smile. "aren’t you a good girl." he says with a grin, nudging your shoulder down until you’re laying on your elbows, legs bent and feet propped against the edge of his desk. then he’s pulling your lacy underwear aside and pushing into you in one motion.

the sudden stretch fills you to the brim and you let out a guttural noise at the feeling, having not been too warmed up to his cock. your back rubs uncomfortably against the wood of the desk as he pushes into you, but your hands grip his shoulders and all you can think about is richie. but then he stills, staring at you as he’s stretching you out, buried to the hilt.

you think he’s giving you time to adjust and so you relax, breathing as you take in the size of him. after a few moments, you kiss him. “please move richie.”

but he doesnt. and you moan, your legs quivering as he gently caresses one of your bent knees.

“good girl, begging for me.” his hands grip your thighs, holding them open as your eyes roll back slightly, “so fuckin’ pretty like this, baby.”

you turn red at the praise, trying to move your hips and feel him deep inside you. his hand falls to your stomach, pressing slightly. he tuts and you gasp, “stay still for me baby, wanna see you wait for it.”

you whimper, eyes closing as you try to breathe normally. his hands run up and down your sides, stomach, chest, hips, and then down your legs as he stands still, buried in you. your breathing is shaky with need.

and then when you think you can’t handle it any longer, richie slowly pulls out. you moan, hands gripping his shoulders as the feeling coils your abdomen with pleasure. he starts thrusting slowly, picking up the pace so slowly it was torturous.

your nails rake down his back, and even though it’s through his shirt you’re sure it’ll leave faint red lines. your toes curl in pleasure as he moves his hips, hitting the perfect spot inside you.

“look at you, all wrecked on your professor’s cock.” he pounds you into the desk, lips then falling to suck large marks on your neck, the stinging pleasure adding to the volume of your moans.

his hands rise to lift your shirt up over your chest, sliding up to quickly palm your breasts, his hips starting to snap in an unforgiving pace. you feel him so deep inside of you that tears prick at your eyes, the pleasure building instantly. he’s leaning over you as he hits the sweet spot deep inside you, your vision coming in and out of focus as your legs begin to shake. “yes, richie, right there.” you moan, holding him above you as one of his hands goes to your hip, gripping tight as he pulls you towards him in time with his thrusts. it makes you yelp in pleasure, head tiltin back in euphoria.

he pulls back to look at you, hand tugging on your hair so you look at him as he pounds into you. "look at you, such a brat teasing me while i was teaching.” his voice is deep and rough, "look at you now, drunk on my cock. you just needed to remember your place, huh baby?" he coos, pressing a kiss to your temple, the feeling overwhelming as your orgasm creeps up quickly. “such a pretty girl.” he whispers.

you’re speechless as he pounds into you perfectly, the feeling making you sigh. "so perfect, all for me... so fuckin' pretty, baby." he's muttering kissing you like he's claiming you, his teeth clashing slightly with yours and his tongue dominating. you're weak, legs shaking as he pounds into you.

“are you close, doll?” he asks, eyes closed in bliss as he tilts his head back, hair catching the fluorescent light of his office lamp and looking beautiful. “yes, s’close, please-“ you moan, pulling him to your lips.

your eyes close slightly as he thrusts into you, one hand slipping up to roll your nipple softly and making you moan his name. as he sucks a hickey on to your neck, his thrusts begin to get sloppy and you clench around him. “god, you were made for me, baby. fuck, takin’ it so well.”

and you hit your high after a series of pleas and moans of richie’s name, your eyes rolling back in euphoria. he’s rubbing your cheek, still thrusting as he whispers, “good girl, cumming on my cock.” the moan he lets out at the feeling of you clenching around him has you red as you feel his hips stutter. “fuck, y/n.”

you’re still clenching slightly from overstimulation as richie quickly pulls out of you, cumming on your bare stomach with a moan of your name, a sweet sound from the pink of his lips. you moan in pleasure as you watch him.

you look up with hooded eyes, still coming down from your high as his head falls on your shoulder. “fuckin’ hell, toots.” he whispers with a laugh, which makes you giggle a bit as you catch your breath, mind still muddled.

after a moment richie pulls away, re-tucking in his pants and straightening his shirt. he crosses behind you and returns with a shy, boyish grin and a box of tissues. you smile back and he gently guides your hand away as he reaches for a tissue himself, wiping you clean gently and pressing kisses over your stretch marks, kissing all the way up to your lips and making you giggle. your stomach is full of butterflies as he helps you right yourself from the desk.

“did you drive here?” he asks. you shake your head, looking up to him for a second, “i walked.” you squeak.

he nods. “i’m driving you.”

you flush, “no, i couldn’t ask you to do that, professor.” you say shyly. he throws you a look as he pulls his jacket on, shutting down his work laptop. “get over here now, doll. and don’t protest. i’m driving you, toots. it will make my night to buy us some chinese takeout.”

your heart flutters as you take his hand, glancing at the ground with a smile as he locks his door, both of you stopping and staring at the plaque on the outside of the door that reads:

professor tozier, sociology dept.

you cough and he looks down the hall before grabbing your hand again and making your way out to the parking lot. it’s silent - both of you certainly thinking about how wrong this, whatever it is, is. you almost roll your eyes at the cheesiness of what you think next - but why does it feel so right?

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 3 years

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That Damn Sex Pollen - Part 3

Pairing: Steve x Reader / Bucky x Reader

Words: 1604

Warnings: Swearing / Poorly written Smut!! 🤣

A/N - OMG what even is this mess?? 🤣

I heard the front door slam while I was laying on the bed, curled up in a fetal position silently crying..... guess Bucky wasn't too happy with Steve either!

A soft knock on the bedroom door had me turning towards the door as i yelled

"Fuck off Steve!!" i wasnt ready to talk to him yet.

"Its Bucky....."

I sat up sniffling, i wasn't expecting it to be Bucky at all!

"Steve send you to do his dirty work?"

"Steve's not here, will you open the door please?".

I wiped the tears away with the sleeve of my bathrobe as i sat on the bed contemplating if i should open the door or not.

"Come on doll, i really don't want to be doing this through your door. I need to see you're okay".

Taking a deep breath i got up and walked over to the door unlocking it, i slowly opened the door and looked up to Bucky. He didn't say anything, he just stepped forward and pulled me into his arms.

"Are you okay?" He asked pressing a kiss to my head.

"No.... its a lot to take in you know?!"

"Yeah i know what you mean"

"Ive spent weeks feeling guilty about what happened with us, and to find out he was behind it all along? that he knew all this time....." i looked up at Bucky suddenly stepping back from him "you weren't in on it too were you?"

"What?.... No! Im just as surprised as you are!".

I nodded and walked through to the kitchen, i needed a drink!

"How did he think that it was a good idea?? he could have just spoken to us about it!" I asked as i grabbed two glasses and the good whisky.

"We both would've denied it so we didnt hurt Steve's feelings".

"I guess so" i shrugged pushing a glass towards Bucky, it wouldn't do much for him but i knew he liked the taste.

"But just so you know, what happened with us in that warehouse.....I dont regret it, not for a second" Bucky said closing the gap between us and cupping my face lovingly in his hands while looking at me with the most beautiful smile "because i got to have you".

"I don't regret it either Buck, i just.....felt so guilty"

"Me too doll"

"I guess we have nothing to feel guilty about now though right..... i mean Steve wanted this to happen...." i said as i leaned in closer and reached up to kiss him. "I've wanted to do that for weeks".

"You're all i've thought about" he mumbled before pressing kisses to my neck, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me closer against him.

"I want you Buck....." i found myself moaning "i want you without having that damn sex pollen in my system".

We parted slightly, both breathing heavily.

Bucky nodded as his hands reached for the tie on my bathrobe, he untied the knot and brushed the robe open admiring my naked body.

"So damn beautiful" he said biting at his lip as his hand slid up my ribs and cupped my left breast, his thumb brushing my pebbled nipple.

"Buck..... please" i moaned as my hands grabbed at his hips pulling him closer.

I let out a surprised gasped when he suddenly picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he placed me down on the kitchen counter. My dressing gown was quickly pushed off and i was grabbing at his belt rushing to undo it and pop the button on his jeans as our mouths clashed, we couldn't get enough of each other.

"Fuck, i cant wait to be inside you again doll..... been dreaming about it"

"Me too baby" i smiled finally pushing his jeans and boxers down just low enough to free his cock, he took it in hand giving it a few strokes while his metal hand wrapped around me pulling me closer, he run the tip of his cock through my lips covering the head in my wetness and just as he was about to push inside and give me what i needed most the front door opened and there stood a shocked Steve Rogers.

"This is what you wanted you wanted right?....." i asked looking over at him, Steve slowly nodded while shifting nervously "well now you can watch as Bucky takes me apart"

"How about you let us both take you apart sweetheart...." he took a step towards me but quickly stopped as i shook my head at him.

"No, you get to sit and watch. Im not ready to forgive you yet Steve"

"But everything worked out okay...."

"You either sit there and watch or leave, your choice baby"

With a groan Steve pulled out a chair from around the kitchen table and sat down, i saw him adjusting himself in his jeans clearly already turned on.

"Doll, i....." Bucky turned to look at Steve looking guilty all of a sudden, i pulled his attention back to me and smiled at him.

"I need you Buck, please? Just look at me..... its just us" i kissed him hard, all tongue and teeth while he suddenly pushed himself inside me, his cock finally splitting me open until i was full of him. The most pornographic noises escaping my mouth at how good he felt (maybe a little over the top to get a reaction from Steve).

"Oh Bucky, fuck.... you feel so good!"

"You're taking me so well doll, ah fuck..... squeezing me so tight" Bucky moaned as his hips thrust hard and fast into me, my nails dragging down his back as i clung to him "Im not gonna last long....."

"Fuck me....." i heard Steve moan from his place at the table, i turned to look at him as he was sat with his cock in his hand stroking it in time with Bucky's thrusts.

"Enjoying the show baby?" I asked breathlessly.

"I want you sweetheart...."

I chuckled before turning my attention back to Bucky who just gave me the filthiest smile I've ever seen cross his beautiful face. He reached down, his fingers suddenly rubbing tight circles on my clit making me cry out and clamp down hard on his cock as my orgasm ripped through me.

"Oh god I'm gonna cum....." Bucky moaned as his thrusts sped up chasing his end.

"Not inside her Buck...." i heard Steve start to protest but i locked my legs around Bucky's waist.

"I want you to cum inside me Bucky!" i cried out as my hands grabbed at his ass, my pussy clenching his cock. The noises he made when he finally reached his climax and emptied himself inside me were enough to make me cum again.

We were smiling like idiots and exchanging messy kisses when i turned to Steve and saw the mess he'd made on his chest.

"Look at the mess you made Stevie"

"I said don't cum inside her you jerk" Steve said under his breath shaking his head at Bucky as he tucked himself back in his jeans but leaving them undone.

"You wanted this to happen punk" Bucky threw back at him tossing him a hand towel to wipe himself down.

"did you enjoy watching Bucky fuck me Steve?"

Steve nodded looking at me with lust blown eyes "i did. But im feeling a little left out over here..... you got me all worked up earlier and now seeing you come undone for Bucky......"

" i think we all have some things to discuss don't you?"

"Yeah i guess we do" Steve nodded.

Bucky placed a kiss on my forehead as he stepped back finally removing himself from me and tucking himself away, wincing a little from how tender he was feeling.

"Why don't you go clean up with Steve and i'll go grab us some pizzas. We should all sit down and talk about how this is gonna work if we're gonna do this"

"Okay"

"Go easy on him doll, i think you've proved your point" he chuckled before leaning in and giving me a quick kiss "i wont be long".

I pulled my bathrobe back on as Steve slowly walked over, he looked a little unsure of how i was going to react and scratched at his neck nervously.

"You still mad at me?"

I shrugged but reached my arms out to him, Steve stepped straight into my arms wrapping his arms around me tight with his face tucked into my neck "I'm sorry" he mumbled.

"I know, just promise me you wont ever do anything like that again. You had no right to do that, to make that decision for Bucky and me. You gave us no choice but to give in to each other......"

"I was an idiot! I didn't think it through....."

"No shit"

"Im sorry sweetheart, really i am. Just don't hate me, i love you so much..."

"I don't hate you Steve, i love you.....i was just angry"

"So you forgive me?"

"You're on thin ice and have some making up to do but yeah i suppose i do" i chuckled and Steve sighed in relief.

"Oh thank god" he said practically diving at me and crashing his mouth to mine.

"Lets go take a shower before Bucky comes back with dinner. You can show me how sorry you are" i smiled running my hand through his hair.

"Yes mam" he easily lifted me off the counter and rushed us to the bathroom.

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chilling-seavey · 3 years

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Imagine Daniel being with the girls throughout the day and comes after a long of being with them to Flora, complaining how clingy & annoying they were

This one inspired me so fast omg. I loveee writing the imperfections of life - and parenthood - so this was fun! 🥰

Daniel cherished his one-on-one time with Florence, but he also knew the importance of quality time with his daughters too. Coming from a family of four children, one thing Daniel always loved was when one parent would take them out for a dinner either one-on-one or with all the kids for a little quality time so he made sure to keep that tradition going with his children. It also gave Florence a little time for herself since she was often at home with them most of the time.

Daniel had them out all day at the park and the shops and right through lunch and into the afternoon. He loved his girls more than anyone in the entire world but he was drop dead exhausted by the time they got home for dinner. Florence had everything ready to eat by the time they got home and she knew they got home by the sudden increase in noise that entered the apartment.

“Shoes off. Hands washed.” Daniel called to the three of them.

They all huddled in the powder room to wash their hands all at once in a rush and Daniel barely had a second to kiss his wife with a tired kiss before the three girls were making a mad dash to their mother.

They all tried to talk over each other to tell her about their day, how they rode on the subway the whole track and back and how they played in the park and everything in between, all while finding their seats for dinner. Daniel just rubbed his temples with his fingertips at the head of the table and stayed quiet.

“Sounds like you had lots of fun.” Florence said as she placed the last plate on the table and sat down with her family.

The girls kept rambling on until Florence had to silence them down to say grace.

Lucy slapped her hands together and shouted loudly, “Iminame of father and son and holy spi-”

“Hey, hey. Shh.” Florence nudged the six-year-old lightly, “Don’t need to scream. I’m sure God can hear you just fine with your indoor voice.”

Clementine and Penelope giggled from across the table.

They said their prayers quietly together and then began to eat. Florence knew her husband well and his lingering silence didn’t need much of an explanation as to what was wrong. So she kept the dinner time chatter to a minimum and made sure the girls cleared their plates when they finished and sent them to the living room to play.

Daniel helped to clean up flatly but Florence grabbed his arm and turned him around to face her. She slid her hands up his biceps and gave them a little squeeze, “Go shower and lay down, okay? I got them.”

Daniel nodded and kissed the corner of her mouth before shuffling off down the hallway.

When the kitchen was cleared and the girls were bathed and tucked in their pyjamas, Florence ushered them into the master bedroom to say goodnight. She told them that Daddy isn’t feeling well so let’s be nice and quiet and say thank you for a fun day and then get right to bed as they headed inside.

Daniel was sitting up in bed on his laptop and the girls hurried over with their matching little wet braids and fresh pyjamas and climbed up on the bed to hug him and kiss him goodnight. With quiet ‘thank you’s and ‘I love you’s shared, Florence took the girls back out to bed.

When she returned, Daniel had shut his laptop off and was just staring into space blankly. Florence giggled lightly at the melancholy of her husband and closed the door behind her and climbed onto the bed with him.

“What happened today, baby?” she asked softly, petting a hand through his hair gently.

“You know I love them?” Daniel lolled his head to the side to look at her.

“Of course.”

“You know I’d take a bullet for them any day?”

“Yes.”

“God, Flora…” Daniel closed his eyes with a sigh, “They’re so damn annoying sometimes.”

Florence bit back her smile and she rested her head against his, “Tell me all about it.”

“Lucy wouldn’t leave my side for five seconds. There was a whole argument about who was going to sit beside me that we ended up rotating the seating arrangement three times throughout lunch.”

“They love you.” Florence laughed lightly, massaging her fingers through the back of his hair.

“And they don’t…stop…talking. Ever. Literally ever.” Daniel added. “Even Penelope was yammering on about something all day and…”

He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes as if simply remembering it gave him another headache.

“They’re so fucking loud. Especially Lucy…she yells more than she talks and she sings literally everywhere. If I put a hat at her feet someone would have tossed a dollar in.” Daniel draped his arm around his wife’s body tiredly, “And her singing sent Penelope into a meltdown on the subway so then I had to console one kid and try to get Clementine to stop scolding Lucy for it…fuck.”

“You’re a good dad.” Florence whispered, scratching her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck, her eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as they leaned towards each other.

“I caved and bought them ice cream so they were all cracked out on sugar and just hanging off of me and they insisted I play at the park with them so I couldn’t even sit for five fucking seconds…should have just left them there.”

“Oh gosh.” Florence laughed lightly as he rolled over to flop on top of her with a groan. “Well I’m glad you didn’t leave them at the park.”

“Please…no more babies.”

“I know.” Florence assured him with a laugh. “We already agreed on that.”

“Just reminding you.” Daniel mumbled, nuzzling into her chest. “I will not be able to handle any more.”

“There was once a time you said you wanted fifteen babies.”

“That’s when I was young.”

“You’re only thirty-one.” Florence giggled as she rubbed his back soothingly. “You’re still young, Daniel James. We are still young.”

“I feel old.” Daniel raised his head from her chest to pout up at her, “When do my girls make me this cranky? Huh?”

“Just an off day. They drive me up the walls too sometimes.”

“And you’re home with them so much more.” Daniel breathed, shuffling up her body as his arms wrapped right around her and he rested between her bent legs. His flushed emotional face had her taking his cheeks in her hands. “I dunno how you do it.”

Florence only chuckled and leaned down to kiss him once, “You know that I snap at them myself sometimes too. We aren’t perfect.”

“Mm,” Daniel stared at her, eyeing her lips as he licked his own, “well you’re pretty damn close to it.”

“I’m not clingy and annoying like your daughters?” Florence tisked playfully.

Daniel shook his head and leaned up to kiss her a few times, letting his lips linger on hers with each kiss. Her hands drew twirling shapes over his back and into his hair as he pulled away from her.

He stared at her in thought for a moment before admitting ever so quietly, “I’m the clingy one.”

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fandomn00blr · 3 years

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Aaaaaah Porcia and Ser Pounce, Karl and Kristoff and Stowaway DS9 for the WIP ask meme? Please and thank you!

lol...YESSSSS! Some of my weirdest ideas to date! Thanks for giving me an excuse to talk about them!

Edited to tag @pinkfadespirit in this one because I just saw your ask about these first two! ❤️

Here’s an excerpt from the Porcia & Ser Pounce folder. Hawke’s old mabari and Anders’ ageless cat follow their family to Skyhold (Hawke and Fenris tried to leave them on the farm with Merrill like responsible pet owners, but y’know...Homeward Bound came out when I was a very impressionable child, and I’m a sucker for two cranky old ladies on a journey, so...omg, this is probably going to be called Skyhold Bound if I ever finish it):

The small, standoffish feline ends up being much better-suited to travel than Porcia is. She needs far less minding than the goats and the furless pups Pork has spent the past few years herding around the house and the farm. And she also seems to be an adept hunter. Porcia, on the other hand, desperately misses the treats slipped under the table by small, sticky fingers, or scraps tossed to her by the pointy-eared one her Mistress is so very fond of.

Pounce sits on a branch just above her head, cleaning the meat off the tiny bones of a swallow she’s just killed, and Porcia’s stomach growls. She swallows her pride, and then burps it back up, and finally lets out a pathetic little whine, looking up pleadingly at her. The cat glares down, yellow eyes glowing, but at least she doesn’t hiss this time. She bats a wing toward the dog, and then curls up defensively around the rest of her dinner.

And here’s a glimpse at Karl & Kristoff (a second set of Fenhanders twins, born post-Inquisition, because why not?):

Anders hands Hawke one of the babies, and Fenris hands her the other, and they both curl up on either side of her, staring in awe at the newest members of their miraculously growing family.

"I was thinking we could call him Karl." Hawke smiles weakly over at Anders. "If that's alright with you?"

He nods, wiping tears from his face that he’s been holding back for awhile now. "And Kristoff?" he asks, drawing the back of his knuckle lightly over the other infant’s cheek.

For a moment Hawke has a hard time placing the name -- it's familiar, but in her post-delivery haze she can hardly be expected to remember its significance until Fenris chimes in...

"Karl Justice and Kristoff Clemence Hawke?”

Hawke laughs. "They sound like a pair of heroes out of one of Varric's stories..."

"So that settles it, then?"

Hawke nods. "Welcome to the world, little ones!"

Stowaway is a Star Trek x Dragon Age crossover, featuring Jadzia Dax waking up after a warp core breach on The Siren’s Call as Isabela and Anders (and a bunch of other DA2 characters) flee Ferelden during the Fifth Blight. I have ideas about Jadzia and Isabela and Anders...but this was also going to be a weird fun meta-fic because holodecks and unreliable narrators and Isabela writing fanfic, obviously. Here’s Jadzia being treated for a concussion...

“Come in, Anders…” Isabela rolls her eyes as a tall, lanky man in feathers and threadbare robes with his strawberry-blonde hair tied back in a messy bun marches into the room, full of urgency and purpose...and a very familiar sort of insecure self-importance.

“Is this the patient?”

“The stowaway, yes…”

Jadzia nods, sharing an amused glance over his shoulder with Isabela who leans back to watch as the two of them interact.

“I’m Anders, the ship’s Healer.” He extends a hand which she grasps firmly.

She’s no stranger to human handshakes, and she’s relieved to find something familiar, though it is clearly not as intimate a gesture to them as it is to a Trill. Still, she can’t shake the weird feeling that he is probing at her in some way as he slowly pulls his hand away, staring curiously at it, then back at her.

“I’m Jadzia. Nice to meet you.”

“May I?” He motions toward the cut on her forehead and she nods, curious to see, given everything she’s seen so far of this ship and these people, what kind of rudimentary treatment he has in mind.

Anders bends down to look more closely at her wound, wiping away the dried blood with a rag he pulls from his pocket. “Alright if I use magic? I’m Circle-trained, but I’ve learned a bit more since I…” He suddenly eyes her combadge suspiciously, and then looks up at Isabela, who shakes her head dismissively. “Since I left,” he finishes defiantly.

Jadzia supposes she’s meant to react somehow to this, but she is busy trying not to laugh. Magic? Oh, this is going to be fun...

#dragon age #long post #WIPs #Porcia #Ser Pounce #fenhanders #lost and found da2 endgame canon divergence #karl #kristoff #stowaway #star trek #ds9 da2 crossover #jadzia dax #isabela #anders #wow the tags here are a sign of something aren't they?#my writing #porcia the mabari #lesetoilesfous

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calumance · 4 years

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omg maybe could you write aiden be a protective big bro to logan and his sister as they get older? idk what the age gaps are but if they’re in high school together or aidens picking them up from middle school while cal and reader pick up the youngest from preschool and aiden sees logan getting picked on kinda like how was kinda picked on in preschool and aiden comes to the rescue and doesn’t tell the parents until they find out from logan and it’s so fluff 😭😭😭😭😭

Oh my gosh I got so excited to write this in Aiden’s perspective. I got so excited to establish Aiden’s personality as an adult. Oh goodness, I hope you enjoy this as much as I do!! 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️

The final bell rang and Aiden closed his notebook before sliding it into his backpack. Today was the day they got out of school early, which meant it was the day he had to pick up his younger siblings. It was the agreement he had with his parents after he got his license and bought a car with the money he had saved up from birthdays and the part time job he works on the weekends. As Aiden walked out of the school, he checked his phone to see if either one of his parents had texted him. There was one from his dad, “Hey, I’m stuck in the studio late tonight, will you help your mom get dinner on the table and help get your siblings to bed on time? Thanks, son, love you.” Aiden sighed and dropped his phone back into his pocket as he grabbed his car keys out of the other pocket.

When he got to Bailey’s school, he parked and made his way inside. Calum always taught him to go inside when picking up his siblings from school so they would see him right away, it lowered the chance of them getting lost or taken. When Aiden was younger, he thought it was silly, but as he got older and saw the news, he knew that it was completely rational. Bailey was ten years younger than him, which made people always look at him as if he were way too young to have a child. Which, he was, but he wasn’t too young to love his baby sister unconditionally. Aiden shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the door to the classroom, ignoring all of the questioning looks from the parents around him.

The school bell rang and he stood up straight, craning his neck looking for his sister. Bailey came running out, her backpack bouncing against her back. Aiden smiled as he opened his arms and allowed Bailey to crash into his chest. “Denny!” Bailey exclaimed as Aiden wrapped his arms around her. As close as Aiden and Logan were, Aiden was always going to have a soft spot for his little sister. Aiden let go of her and gripped her hand. Bailey walked next to him, a bit more of a pep in her step. “My favorite days are Thursdays because that’s the day you pick me up from school.” Bailey said quite openly.

Aiden’s eyebrows stitched together as he looked down at her. “What about the days that mom and dad pick you up, don’t you like those days too?” Calum picks Bailey up on Monday’s and Wednesday’s, their mom picks her up on Tuesday’s and together they pick her up on Fridays. It was a schedule they kept to religiously, and have since Aiden was old enough to drive.

Bailey shrugged and looked up at Aiden, “I mean, I guess I like Friday’s, too, because that’s when mommy and daddy pick me up, but I like Thursday’s because you always take me for ice cream.” Bailey’s eyes grew wide and she pulled on Aiden’s hand to stop him from walking, “Are we still getting ice cream?”

Aiden laughed and ran his free hand down the back of Bailey’s hair, “Of course we are, it wouldn’t be Thursday if we didn’t.” Bailey smiled from ear to ear before squeezing Aiden’s hand and pulling him towards the car.

When they got to Logan’s school, they both hopped out of the car and finished their ice cream. Aiden walked the few steps away from the car and tossed everything in the trash can. Together, they leaned against the car and waited for the last bell to ring. When the bell finally rang, it took a few minutes for kids to start pouring out of the doorway. Aiden kept his eyes on all of the kids until he finally saw Logan. Logan’s hands were gipping the straps of his backpack so tightly that his knuckles were white. His face showed absolute irritation, and that’s when Aiden noticed the group of kids around him getting in his face and laughing and pushing him. “Bay, get in the car.” Aiden helped Bailey into the back seat and then shut the door.

Aiden’s blood was boiling. No one was allowed to pick on his little brother, except for him, of course. Aiden was ready to kick some twelve year old ass, but by the time he turned around, the group of kids had parted and Logan was only a few steps away from the car. Aiden crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Logan. Logan rolled his eyes and dropped his arms to his side, “You look just like dad when you do that.”

“What to tell me what that was all about?” Aiden could feel the anger boiling over the side. Aiden was eighteen now, he could confront those kids as an adult and probably get them off Logan’s back. Logan shook his head and walked around the front of Aiden’s car to get into the passenger seat.

The radio was loud enough that Bailey was singing in the back seat, but quiet enough that Logan and Aiden could talk to each other. “Don’t tell mom and dad,” Logan said still looking out the window. “They’ll freak out and I just want to get through middle school without being teased anymore.” Logan looked away from the window and down at his hands.

Aiden glanced over at Logan and raised an eyebrow. “So, you are being teased. What are they teasing you about? I swear to god, Logan, I will kick some kids ass, no one picks on my little brother besides me.” Aiden readjusted his grip on the steering wheel, realizing he had some sort of angry death grip on the thing.

Logan smirked, never realizing how much his big brother cared for him. “They tease me about the fact that I get good grades.” Hearing that, Aiden wanted to slam his foot down on the break and turn around to set some shit straight. Who the fuck cares if a kid gets good grades, why is that such a bad thing? Just as Aiden was about to start screaming, they turned down the street that lead to the house. Instead, Aiden agreed to keep it to himself.

Following his dad’s instructions, he helped his mom get dinner on the table, and then helped get Logan and Bailey get to bed. By the time he was done getting his siblings to sleep, his mom was out cold in her bed. Aiden pulled the comforter up and over her shoulders and then kissed the side of her head. It was something that Aiden had watched Calum do almost every single night for the past eighteen years. Aiden sat at the table and pulled his homework out and continued to work on it from where he left off after dinner.

Soon, the front door opened and Calum walked through. Aiden stood up and met his dad at the door. Calum smiled at him and threw his car keys into the bowl by the door, “Hey, how was your day?” He asked shoving his hands into his pockets.

Aiden nodded, “It was good, everyone is asleep. Dad, can we talk about something?” Aiden rocked back and forth on his feet, shoving his hands into his pockets. Calum pulled his eyebrows together in confusion and concern and nodded towards Aiden. They walked into the living room and sat next to each other on the couch. Aiden clasped his hands together and bounced his leg nervously. “When I was picking Logan up from school, I saw that he was getting picked on. My blood just absolutely boiled, I was ready to kick some ass,” He paused feeling his hands starting to tremble. “He told me he’s getting picked on because he gets good grades. Who the,” Aiden looked up at Calum who raised his eyebrows, “Heck picks on someone for being good at school?” Aiden paused and looked at his hands again. “I promised him I wouldn’t tell you, but I just don’t know how to go about it without knocking some twelve year old butts on the ground.”

Calum laughed and threw an arm around Aiden’s shoulder. “You handle it by being an older brother. You walk up to them, and tell them how it is. Puff your chest up a bit and tell them that maybe if they spent less time picking on kids who are good at school, then maybe they’d be good at school too.” Aiden laughed and nodded, lowering his head again. Calum looked at his son and smiled. “You’re a good kid, Aiden, and an even better older brother. Those two are lucky to have you, and so are me and your mom.”

Aiden smiled and looked at his dad, “Thank you, I’m going to go to bed.” Calum ruffled Aiden’s hair and watched as Aiden walked down the hall to his bedroom. Calum really was lucky to have Aiden as his kid.

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thewitchandtheassassin · 5 years

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Perfect (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Prompt: ur actually really good at writing smut omg! can I request a Natasha smut in which the reader is really peppy and bubbly compared to Nat, which ensues teasing from the rest of the team. but somehow their dynamic works and is perfect or something idk. thanks!!!!!

Words: 1753

Warnings: SMUT!! (Reader giving), language

A/N: My smut is shit but I try my best.

-X-

Bounding cheerfully into the room, you glanced at your teammates and smiled widely.

“Good morning, everyone,” you greeted, walking over to the cabinet and combing through it in search of your cereal.

“Morning, (Y/N),” Bucky returned, waving his metal arm in your direction.

Grabbing a box, you tugged it down and poured it into a bowl before joining your friends at the counter.

“How are you always so happy in the mornings?” Tony wondered, his voice almost a whine as he stared at you. “You don’t even drink coffee.”

You laughed, stealing the milk away from Sam and pouring it on your food.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

The familiar fall of footsteps echoed behind you and a grin split your lips. You would know those footfalls anywhere.

“Morning,” Natasha greeted, her words raspy with sleep. You’d woken her up far too early on her day off but she loved you so she wasn’t going to complain too much.

She walked up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist. Her chin on your shoulder, she gazed at your cereal. “How do you eat that stuff? It’s so sugary.”

Leaning back into her arms, you hummed, offering her a bite. “It’s good,” you argued defensively.

Natasha accepted the offering, her face screwing up as the sugar overtook her. “I don’t understand you.”

“You don’t have to, babe,” you giggled, “All you really have to do is love me.”

Sam snorted while your comment earned you a smirk from Bucky. Everyone thought your relationship was odd, but it worked. You were so full of life and energy and goodness, filling Natasha with joy. You lightened the darkest parts of her, helping sooth her inner demons. They’d never seen her this relaxed and calm.

She had finally found someone that let her feel human.

“I do,” Natasha replied softly in your ear.

Rolling his eyes, Sam coughed out, “Whipped,” though he tried valiantly to hide it.

Natasha released you and stepped over to the Falcon. She glared at him for a moment before shoving him off his chair. He tumbled to the floor, but his laughter was hearty.

“Shut up,” Natasha hissed though it held no malice.

“Honestly, Nat, I’m glad you two found each other,” Bucky said seriously, eyeing the redhead. “You seem a lot happier.”

“I am,” Natasha acknowledged with a nod.

Your cheeks grew red and your chest warmed. It wasn’t often that Natasha said such sweet things so you would cherish them when she did.

“Ready to train, (Y/N)?” Bucky asked as you finished off the last of your breakfast.

You nodded, standing up from your chair. “Ready to get your ass kicked, old man?” you teased.

Bucky’s brow arched at the challenge. “You haven’t beaten me yet. What makes you think you’re going to win this time?”

“I’ve learned your tricks,” you announced proudly. “I bet you my pick on movie night that I can win.”

Bucky extended his hand and you shook it. “Deal. If you win, you can have mine.”

The two of you strolled out of the room and Natasha glanced at Sam. “Want to go watch this train wreck?”

Sam nodded eagerly. “Hell yeah!”

They followed after you, leaving Tony standing alone in the kitchen. He sighed, sipping his coffee.

“I’m surrounded by children.”

-X-

You’d been pouting all night, arms crossed as you watched the movie Bucky had picked. It was an old black and white film he and Steve were fond of and while it didn’t bother you, you were upset you had lost.

“Malysh, let it go,” Natasha smirked, her arm tossed around your shoulders.

“He cheated,” you insisted quietly, not wanting to disturb the others.

“He’s a trained soldier and a former assassin. You should have known you weren’t going to win.”

Your pout deepened. “Why can’t you be on my side for once?” you whined pitifully.

Natasha slipped her fingers into your hair, combing through your locks. “I am always on your side.”

Your pout fell away and you leaned in, kissing your girlfriend gently.

“Hey, lovebirds, get a room,” Tony called out, his eyes never leaving the television.

Standing up, you grabbed Natasha’s hand and pulled her off the couch. You dragged her from the room, leaving behind your giggling friends. They all knew what was about to happen but none of them could fault you.

You really were an adorable person in an adorable relationship.

“What are you doing?” Natasha smiled as you brought her into your bedroom.

“You keep saying sweet things and I just...” you blushed, suddenly shy.

Natasha cupped your face, bringing you into a deep kiss. Her tongue trailed along your lips and you granted her access, your tongues tangling together.

She knew what you were saying even if you didn’t.

You backed Natasha up against the wall, cradling the back of her head so that it didn’t bounce against the hard surface. You knew that she enjoyed the roughness of such interactions sometimes but you wanted this to be slow and sweet; an appreciation, one might call it.

Natasha smiled into the kiss, her lips slick as they separated from yours. She was going to tease you for taking control, but as you started leaving nips along her jaw line, the words escaped her and all she could do was moan and grab your waist. Her fingers dug into your hips yet you couldn’t find a single care. If she left fingerprints, you’d wear them proudly.

Stopping just above the neckline of her shirt, you gripped the sides and pulled it off, careful not to rip it. You liked this shirt; it looked damn good on her.

Natasha kicked off the wall and shoved you towards the bed, but your training prevented you from tumbling back. Catching your lover off guard, you spun her around and knocked her onto the plushy mattress. You straddled her hips, your palms pressed down onto the bed on either side of her head.

“I’m in control tonight,” you announced, trying to sound serious and dominating despite usually being the one in Natasha’s position.

Natasha’s brow arched and you deflated a little.

“Please,” you murmured, your lips lingering near her ear.

Natasha smirked but nodded, growing slack and pliant. She would let you have your fun for now and that’s all you could ask for.

Kissing across her neck and down to her chest, you reached behind her and tugged off her bra. You tossed it aside like it were trash - and to you, it was. It was keeping you from your target and that meant it needed to go.

Now.

Capturing her pert nipple between your lips, you alternated strong sucks and light licks as you tweaked the other with your hand. She moaned, her fingers tangling in your hair as she kept you close. She could already feel herself throbbing with need and prayed you weren’t going to be a tease. That was her thing, after all.

Smirking, you switched breasts and lavished it with equal attention, your hips grinding into Natasha’s. She bucked up into the sensation and you whined, caught off guard.

“Don’t tease,” Natasha panted, a shaky command in her tone.

Nodding, you undid her pants and helped her out of them - without displacing yourself (this was not your first rodeo). You sat on her thigh, your fingers tracing along her stomach as you stared at your lover. She was so sexy, red locks wild and splayed out in such a debauched manner. You would never grow tired of seeing her like this.

Leaning in, you kissed Natasha while sliding your fingers over her soaked panties. She was dripping through the fabric, driving you mad. You could feel her engorged flesh pressing into your palm and you ground your hand into her, earning a high pitched mewl. She grasped at your back, her nails digging into your back. Their bite was dulled by your shirt, but you could still feel her.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Natasha complained breathlessly.

Scrambling out of your shirt, it joined Natasha’s on the floor. Your bra followed suit and before you knew it, you were left in only your underwear.

Your digits slipped under Natasha’s ruined panties and you slowly circled her clit, careful not to touch the sensitive flesh yet. Her wetness clung to your fingers and all you wanted to do was bring them to your mouth and clean them off, but you weren’t that big of a tease. You’d make sure she was taken care of, then you’d clean up the mess you made.

Finally pressing your thumb to her clit, you bent down and started painting her chest in hickeys.

“(Y/N),” Natasha warned, her hips jerking.

Grinning, you pressed a kiss to the mark you’d left atop her breast. “What, baby?”

“Fuck me.” Natasha’s eyes rolled back in her head as you pressed a little firmer.

Finally, two of your fingers slid home and a loud moan escaped your girlfriend. Starting a steady pace, you watched Natasha’s chest bounce with each thrust, her hips mindlessly following your movement. She was sucking you in, dragging you deeper.

You knew the moment your fingers found her sweet spot by the noise that broke from her throat and the way her stride stuttered. One hand gripped the bedsheets so tight you were worried she’d rip them while the other found purchase on the back of your neck. She brought you into a kiss, her moans and little noises filling your mouth.

Her release came sudden and violent, overtaking her in mere seconds. She shuddered, gasping into the kiss as though it had stolen all of her breath - and maybe it had.

You helped her ride it out before slowly removing your fingers, bringing them up to your lips so you could clean them off. You moaned appreciatively, her taste so divine on your tongue.

Natasha gazed up at you, love and euphoria shining bright in the green. She cupped your cheek, hand trembling as the last of her orgasm washed over her.

“I love you,” she whispered, a flushed smile splitting her lips.

“I love you too,” you replied softly, pecking her cheek before lying beside her on the bed.

As silence enveloped the room, you smiled. Maybe to the others the two of you didn’t make a lot of sense but right here, and right now, that didn’t matter. Perfection didn’t always have to make sense.

Sometimes, it just was.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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A New Path

Cal Kestis x pregnant!reader

warnings: pregnancy, vomiting

a/n: hey! there never was a second ask from you, dunno if you decided against it or it didn’t send. just letting you know!

prompt: anonymous: “Omg Ilysm thanks for letting me request two in a row! This one's kinda simple, just Cal Kestis fluff after the reader's been off and feeling insecure and being moody/sick and then they find out they're having a baby? Please?❤”

You weren’t yourself, really. It was obvious to Cal, the crew was starting to catch on, too. You couldn’t figure out the reason for your behavior, but Cal was worried. Whenever he tried to ask you about it, you either shut down or snapped.

“Where are you going?” Cal asked while you gathered your things and yanked one of his ponchos off it’s hanger.

“Need out of this ship, taking a walk.” You told him as you rushed through the Mantis to the exit. He peered around his room and noticed you left your blaster.

“Y/N, wait!” Cal called to you and snatched it off the repair table, quickly catching up to you and handing your weapon over. “Stay safe, be home by dark?”

“Uh-huh. Thanks.” You stuffed your blaster into your hoster and hesitated to kiss Cal on the cheek, but you figured there was no reason he deserved it. Maybe the walk would help you clear your mind. You really wish you’d taken a snack or something with you, too late to turn back now.

“Where’s the other one?” Greez asked as he entered the kitchen, seeing Cal play Cere’s instrument alone.

“Uh, y/n went for a walk.” His voice portrayed a hint of disappointment and Greez quickly grew concerned.

“You two doing okay? Y/N doesn’t seem like themself.” He waddled down the steps and scooted next to his redheaded companion. “Wanna talk about it?”

“There’s not really anything to talk about.” Cal put up the guitar and ran his fingers through his oily hair. “I don’t know why y/n is acting different, I’m pretty worried.”

“You and me both, kid.” Greez patted Cal on the back as Cere entered the room.

“Y/N will come around, Cal. Everyone needs space sometimes.” She told him.

“I’m gonna get started on dinner! Just relax, kid. I’m sure everything’ll be okay.” Greez wandered back towards the kitchen and Cal resumed his music, losing track of time. Soon, you were back on the Mantis and wiped out. “Hey, y/n! Just finished dinner, ready to eat?” Greez announced, but you were a bit distracted studying Cal’s sound. He was wonderful, but there was something distracting you.

You smelled dinner, it was one of your favorite dishes that Greez made, but something was not right. You started to feel queasy and before you knew it, you booked it for the refresher, leaving everyone in the room puzzled.

“I’m gonna see what’s up with y/n.” Cal tossed the guitar onto the sofa and traced your steps to find you puking into the toilet bowl. “Oh, jeez.” He fell to his knees and pulled back your hair while rubbing your back. “What’s the matter? Need me to get you some water?” You ceased your episode and leaned against the wall.

“I can get it, it’s fine.” You grabbed a tissue and wiped your face off, Cal helped you to your feet and led you back to the kitchen where the odor overwhelmed you again. “Wait! I can’t, that smell...” You plugged your nose and Cere made the connection.

“Sounds to me like symptoms of a pregnancy, y/n.” She sipped on her beverage and the blood drained from you and your partner’s faces. You exchanged fearful looks and even Greez dropped his spatula.

“Do you think..?” You got quiet.

“I mean...” Cal did, too. There was a long moment of silence while everyone thought about the situation that unfolded in their presence.

“Congratulations!” Greez cheered and made up plates. Cal engulfed you in a hug while tears streamed down your cheeks, everything finally made sense, you just couldn’t believe it. “Y/N, want a little more since your eating for two?”

“God, no, Greez. I’m sorry, but I can’t eat that.” You had to vacate the room before you puked again.

“What?!” Greez pouted. “But this is their favorite.”

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omgkalyppso · 4 years

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41. resting foreheads together and 54. pulling in to dance pretty pretty please!

OMG this is going to be so long. I hope the Read More works. @feared-dear I wrote Claude x Ashe for you for prompt 54.

41. Resting Foreheads Together

The twins were two days old, or so people kept telling Fae. They felt like they had slept on and off enough for weeks to have passed.

“It’s so quiet, Claude.”

“I—?” Claude hesitated, stroking a thumb across their face. “I can ask about moving you?” He wondered where they could place Fae, that they might hear more servants and guards, and maybe the wyverns, without disturbing their health and sleep.

Fae shook their head as they moved to look him in the eye, resting a hand on their stomach. “My hearts are gone.” They failed to smile through their sadness, tears stinging their eyes again while Claude’s expression betrayed his shock and then his helplessness. “And you won’t let me see them.”

“That’s not…” Claude whined. He started again, his voice stronger. “I’ve seen them, and they’re beautiful.”

“I should be feeding them,” Fae whined. “Whether with a bottle or my body… I … I had that reassurance before,” they caressed their abdomen, strangely silent to them now, “to know that they were fine… You’re not lying to me? You wouldn’t lie to me.”

“I promise,” Claude insisted, huffing in sadness. He wished Fae hadn’t suggested that he could lie to them, but understood why they had, and that they might still not believe him.

Fae could see that they’d hurt him, and winced in frustration, nodding as they accepted his answer. The room they’d been resting in balanced features that advertised its use, for healers and royalty both. It was worse to not be in a familiar bed, and a relief to be in Claude’s arms as they sat so their toes touched the cool tiles on the floor, in suspense and discomfort.

It was ten days before Fae could meet their twins, and after, in private, Claude may have cried harder than them over the reunion.

The sun had set and the sky was the orange of late evening, peeking through the windows across the hall, when the healers confirmed for the monarchs that their children, now five weeks old, were healthy enough to no longer require isolation. Though they were still given privacy; and the family gathered in the safety of their walls, the echoing comforts of home and victory yet ringing off battles from years ago.

“Oh, my sweet child,” Fae cooed, scooping up one of their little princes, who scrunched his face in disappointment and made a noise as if to cry. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Fae hushed, bouncing him close to their chest. “But I missed you, my heart.”

Claude collected their other baby, who was quieter and grunted upon being moved. He too held their child close to his heart, and thought of all that had fallen into place, just so, for him to have these children, and this life to offer them.

“Fae,” Claude beckoned, nodding them to a bench beside the window, where they could watch the rising line of orange on the opposite wall; a performance from the setting sun.

“They’re crying,” Fae said, and Claude wondered if Fae shouldn’t be feeling more distress, but they seemed happy, excited, relieved. “All those warnings about how I never cried and that I… But they’re crying.” Fae descended into hushes and coos that seemed to be doing nothing, and Claude had to keep from laughing about it, ridiculous and endearing as it was.

He leaned towards them, with a careful hand around his infant’s head, and Fae leaned towards Claude too, bumping against him in defeat.

“Here, let me try,” Claude suggested. Leaning his one child into the crook of one arm as he turned towards Fae, Claude leaned back with his right hand cupped in a way to assure them of his capability. Although Fae grimaced about the prospect of their baby rejecting them after so long apart, they helped lay the infant on Claude’s chest, his hand fitting around the babe as he pressed him in place.

Claude took a minute longer than he expected to recover from this, being surrounded by his family. When he finally moved to stand, intending to offer the silent twin to Fae’s arms and babble around his crying child, Fae touched his shoulder. “Wait.”

“Hm?” Claude peeped curiously, and Fae nodded his attention to the scratching on his chest. The twins were each stretching out to the space in his arms, to a suspicious degree. Claude cocked his elbow until the quieter babe, squeaking a warning, shifted closer to their sibling as Claude shifted his arm to hold the children closer together.

His crying baby flailed a little, accidentally slapping the other child, and Claude tossed his head back in distress as Fae shushed them again.

“Won’t you relax now? You’re together again. We’re together,” Fae promised, kissing the side of their child’s head.

Still leaned back as he was, Claude could see where the babies were now holding hands, and felt himself grow light as his infant started to calm, crying replaced by grumbles that faded into snores.

“A natural,” Fae teased, kissing Claude’s cheek next.

He shook his head, whispering, “I didn’t even do anything.”

“Look at them again before you lie to me,” Fae insisted.

Doing as he was told, Claude also looked behind himself to find the window frame, being sure to lean against the wall and not the glass, and conceded to himself that maybe even that was helpful. Holding them, watching them sleep, wondering about their joined hands, Claude realized that if he and Fae supported this bond, his children might never know loneliness in the ways he had as a child, that they wouldn��t know to fear every intimate gesture.

“Are you okay, Baba?” Fae asked softly.

“Yeah,” Claude sighed. “Yeah, I’m… I love you,” he said to Fae and then to the infants in his arms. “I love you.”

“We love you too,” Fae answered, feeling strange speaking for their children now that they were present.

“Come here,” Claude requested with a tilt of his neck, kissing Fae’s lips, feeling their arms wrap around him and their children as they shifted closer. They rested their chin on his shoulder, and Claude pressed his forehead to theirs and asked, “So who’s who?”

The names had been decided, it was only a matter of distinguishing either child. Though each born with blue eyes, one child’s had changed to brown, and they were not wholly identical, so that once assigned, the names should be easy to differentiate them.

Fae chuckled softly, eyes closed in comfort. “Should I not know them longer before I presume?”

“That’s not how it’s done in Fodlan,” Claude observed, where naming ceremonies did not exist. “I want to know if we’re on the same page.”

“Alright,” Fae said warmly, sitting up. They stroked a finger through the fluffy green hair on their closer child, the one who’d been crying. “Nader,” they declared, extending their finger to tap the top of the other twin’s ear, “and Geralt.”

“I’m good with that,” Claude said, smiling wide.

Fae clicked their tongue. “Were we on the same page, or not?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Claude teased, excited, biting his lips. “You’ve named them now, ceremony or no.”

Fae gasped. “That’s hardly fair.”

Claude willed himself not to laugh or bounce, not beyond his breathing. “It’s perfect,” he promised. “This past hour? Perfect. Let me…” Carefully Claude started to stand. “Let me help you hold them.”

It was less complicated than Claude expected to transfer the twins to Fae’s arms, and he stood in front of them, crouched over with his hands on his knees in case they needed him to reach out.

They were much warmer than Fae expected, and their hearts weren’t beating loud enough to hear or anything supernaturally strange, beyond their appearance, but they were teary anyway to be reunited with their hearts, quiet and comfortable, and finally ready to live together.

54. Pulling In To Dance

Ashe had found rather quickly that dancing with strangers at a ball had not been near as romantic as any book might lead you to believe. More than half the crowd was twice his age and looked on him like a schoolmarm might an unruly child. The orphan adopted by a traitor, who’d sought rewards and power simply by virtue of being distantly associated with a once-absent king.

He was only on a second flute of champagne, but it had been more enjoyable to skirt the edges of the ball, talking with old friends as much as they dared or had time for. The throng of people was so thick and insistent, that except for his opening speech, Ashe hadn’t even laid eyes on Dimitri; or rather, His Highness, as he hated to be called by those closest to him — and wasn’t that proof enough that he and Dimitri had once been friends, even if the months that passed made it feel more and more impossible.

In all, even the addition of Almyran guests had done little to convince Ashe that this was anything short of another political meeting that he hadn’t actually needed to be present for.

There had been a few recurring sights to the evening; Felix had threatened no less than five nobles, for example, and Ingrid had caused a bit of a commotion when she’d girded her loins to participate in feats of dexterity and follow dancing lessons from some of the Almyran ladies, but these had been numbered events, that Ashe could have counted on his fingers. More eye-catching than them, it seemed every time Ashe turned his head, there was King Claude, making a point to dance with each eligible member of the Fodlan nobility. A suspiciously-Sylvain performance, Ashe had thought at first, until he really started to mull it over.

They weren’t children anymore, and while others hounded Dimitri, so too must there be a crowd that taunted Claude with the importance of a spouse and an heir. To Claude’s credit, it would certainly force some kind of reconciliation if he married someone from Fodlan.

He nearly coughed half his flute back into the glass when he realized he’d finally been staring long enough for Claude to notice him.

Slamming his glass down on a side table, Ashe raised his left hand to his mouth as he fumbled for a handkerchief with his right. Relief washed over him, though his heart was still racing, when he’d managed to clean himself up before having to stand straight in front of the foreign ruler.

“Hey,” Claude greeted, warm and cheery, with half a laugh that made Ashe bemoan his embarrassment. “Long time no see.”

“Your Majesty,” Ashe said politely, bowing. “It’s wonderful to welcome you to Fodlan again.”

Something flashed in Claude’s eyes that Ashe was glad he wasn’t too drunk to notice.

“Lord Ashe,” Claude agreed, extending a hand, “Fodlan’s welcome is all that I could hope for.” Ashe shook Claude’s hand, decorated in ribbons and jewels, and started to shake his head. “I hear congratulations are in order, and His Kingliness tells me your family is well. Or at least he did … ten months ago? It’s truly a shame that time passes so fast.”

“I—” Ashe hesitated. There was a lot to unpack about Claude’s statement. Had Claude asked about him? Or about everyone? Or had Dimitri simply volunteered the information? Ruling, even a small estate, had not been what Ashe had trained for, and neither did it feel like it warranted congratulations, with the exception that it allowed him to confirm the security of his siblings. “Ashe,” he corrected finally. “Just Ashe is fine. I’m still getting used to the Lord bit.”

Claude smiled again, nodding, and Ashe wondered if there was something of years ago in it even before Claude looked over his shoulder to confirm their seclusion before answering, hushed, “Then call me Claude while you can get away with it.”

A wink from Claude’s green eyes at this proximity had Ashe diverting his gaze, hoping his blush could be dismissed with the thrill of misbehaving. People always mistook his emulation of virtue as a respect for tradition and rules, but every one of his friendships involved exceptions of some sort; being offered to call an old friend by their name would not be so thrilling under most other circumstances.

Ashe decided that rather than be rude, he had to look back to Claude and nod despite his blush having yet to fade, but it felt doubled when Claude chuckled at him.

“Good,” Claude agreed. He extended his hand again, palm up this time. “Would you want to take this conversation to the dance floor?”

“Oh,” Ashe peeped, looking down at himself and trying to decide if what he wore was clean and formal enough to dance with a king.

“I promise I’ve improved since our academy days,” Claude offered, swaying his head.

“No — I mean, yes,” Ashe fumbled. “I’d love to dance with you.” He placed his hand in Claude’s and started following him the few necessary steps to the dance floor. “I guess I just made some wrong assumptions about who you were dancing with.”

Claude spun Ashe and himself in a half circle, in time with the dance and the music and seemed ready to speak, until Ashe nearly fell at the end of the spin, his feet tapping along the floor to keep from falling. Suddenly Claude was closer, an arm around his waist.

Ashe confessed, “I-I only know how to lead.”

“I’m so sorry,” Claude chuckled, changing their stance. “I should have asked. I should have realized…”

“It’s fine,” Ashe promised, taking lead, smiling and avoiding eye contact with a group of nobles watching them. “But wow! It’s more than an improvement to learn these dances forwards and backwards.”

“I’m … adaptable,” Claude allowed, scrunching his face dismissively and shrugging one shoulder. “And anyway a dance floor is an invitation, whether someone asks you to dance or not. People are more willing to whisper secrets if they think they’re hidden under music and conversation.”

Ashe felt his blush coming back and rushed to say, “That’s very astute — and I don’t mean that in the way one might feel obligated to compliment their monarch. You’ve always been rather observant, whether that won you battles or allies, even from the days of our youth. I always admired that… M-m-m-more so, when it came to light that more than the heir to the Leicester Alliance, you were a secret prince, vying for your people, no matter where they came from.”

“Hmm,” Claude said thoughtfully, his brow lowered in assessment, a pout to his lips.

“That-that isn’t to say—” Ashe began.

“You’ve thought a lot about that,” Claude observed, and Ashe nearly tripped over his own two feet again.

“I mean, not as such,” he protested. The song ended and left him dead on the dance floor. “I’m sorry,” Ashe said with a bow. “I’ve offended you.”

“What? No,” Claude hissed, looking back and forth at the crowds. He took Ashe in arms to pull him into the next dance, as if to keep him from running.

“I didn’t mean to romanticize your life,” Ashe confessed. “I know you’ve been through war, same as the rest of us.”

Claude smiled sadly. “Even with that being why I’m here. Let’s not talk about that for tonight, okay Ashe?”

There was something about the use of his name that had the hair on the back of Ashe’s neck stand on end. “Of course,” he agreed. “It’s a happy night.”

“Sure,” Claude said dismissively. “Who did you assume I was dancing with?”

“Oh Goddess, I said that didn’t I?” Ashe lamented, trying not to think of dance steps and just follow Claude’s lead.

“Making assumptions about foreign royalty is the game here,” Claude insisted, gesturing to the court at large.

“Maybe so, but I didn’t mean—” Ashe sighed. “I just thought I’d noticed you dancing with eligible members of the nobility.”

Claude’s shoulders relaxed and he smiled, all teeth and confusion. “Yeah?”

Ashe frowned, more confused than Claude now.

“And what are you,” Claude asked, deliberate, “Lord Ashe?”

Surprise replaced confusion as Ashe remembered his position, but he was able to close his gaping mouth quickly enough that his smile felt calm, natural. The set up was exactly like one of his books, and Ashe thanked his past self for reading so much that he could answer, a little more suave than he’d been otherwise, “Intrigued.”

Claude licked his lips, and Ashe sighed in wonder. Had he been intriguing enough to warrant more than a moment of Claude’s time? A wink said yes.

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