#But if you make fun of my height I will remove your collarbone

[my-naughty-writings-and-musings]

Girl your writing style is AMAZING OH MY GOD-I’ve been starving for crumbs of Earthspark Bumblebee-could I request some fun time between the bot and a Gn! Human? Specifically Bumblebee teasing his partner about how much their fondness of his height and size?

Again love your work-wish you the best!

Awww thank you so much!! I had a very long day and whipped up this short and sweet little something to wrap it up, I really hope you like it!

It wasn't fair how little he had to try to rile you up.

Something about how powerful his frame felt when he moved in close to your squishy organic body reduced you to a puddle of need every time, and he needed only scoop you up in his servos for a rapid lift to his shoulders to have you swooning over his height.

That wasn't even to mention how you shuddered when his much larger form eclipsed you in shadow, how the rev of his powerful engine sent your heart fluttering, or how often your eyes drifted to his codpiece as you reminisced over just how much he was packing underneath...

Today he'd made his move early, inviting you out for a walk through the woods and eagerly lifting you to his shoulders after you'd agreed. It was only after the house was long behind you both that he'd asked if you wanted to visit the deeper and more private parts of the forest for a change. You'd known exactly what he was getting at, but with his frame so close to your needy body you'd been unable to resist. Your submission to his seduction had him purring with satisfaction all the way to your favorite hidden clearing.

A bed of soft grass and moss met your back as he laid you down beneath his kneeling frame, your tiny form limp and utterly helpless in his grip as he maneuvered you however he pleased. Blocking out the sun above, he bent down to give you a kiss, cupping half your body with one servo just to emphasize how tiny you were. You moaned into the kiss and brought your hands to his chest, sliding your fingertips over the smooth metal of his armor and relishing in the raw power you felt rumbling beneath. From the purr of his engine to the hum of his spark, the mech had strength like few earthlings could imagine, but that you'd experienced in ways that would make the majority of your species blush.

Taking his time now that he had you alone, Bumblebee allowed you to whine as he pulled away from your lips, his amused chuckles humming through you as he carefully nibbled down your jaw and into the crook of your neck, grazing his dentae over the tender skin in a loose love bite. Your helpless keen of arousal made his engine rev against you, the warm rush of his increasingly desperate vents stirring the grass around you in waves. The force of his desire was strong enough to be tangible in the very air, and knowing it was because of you only made your desperation all the more intense. Grabbing his chest, you tried in vain to push him further down your body.

"Not yet." he tut tutted, removing his dentae from your neck just to kiss it. Arching into the touch with a whine of open desperation, you tried to scootch upwards to bring your lower regions closer to his mouth, but a servo gently pinning you over your chest held you in place. He smiled with desire and affection as you squirmed against his grip.

"Bee, stop being a jerk!" you cried with a deeply unsatisfied pout. It wasn't fair how easily he riled you up, but it was even worse how often he made you wait. 

Dropping his mouth to your collarbone and leaving a series of kisses down your front, he let you enjoy the view of his smug grin in between every passionate peck, so pleased with himself his voice sounded like a purr. "You don't have to frag me."

"But I want to!" you huffed in annoyance, making him laugh in more genuine amusement.

"It's adorable how badly you want me." he teased with a kiss to your forehead, being purposefully chaste to drive you ever more wild. You'd have screamed if he wasn't so good at what he did.

An impatient keen was replaced by a moan when he finally nosed his way between your legs, allowing you to grind your crotch against his lips just in time for him to hum against you. Moaning openly in encouragement, you clung to his horns for support, a move that really got him revved up. A growl of desire between your legs had you fumbling for the zipper, fingers struggling to get a grip in your lusty haze. If you took too long it wasn't unlikely that he'd pull them off you in pieces, but at that moment you couldn't have cared less, so utterly desperate for release only he could provide you would have happily torn your own clothes off. 

No one who'd experienced the passion of a very powerful and very much in love mech could have blamed you.

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[pussbuss]

(18+) RYAN ROSS X READER

pre split! ryan ross x AFAB! reader - warnings: ryans a munch, drug use/smoking, smut (wrap it before you tap it, folks). lowercase intended, not proofread, A/N at end, enjoy!! <3

while at a house party for “a fever you can’t sweat out” reaching top charts, you and ryan sneak away to smoke.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ryan held you by the waist as you navigated the crowded house together. his hand on the small of your back, leading you through bunches of drunks, trying desperately to find a quiet place to hang.

you guys decided on the pool house. it reeked of chemicals as you sat down on a counter with pool salts on it. “are you ready?” you asked, pulling the goods out of your bag. he nodded eagerly in response, watching in awe as you placed a little bag, a grinder, filters, and some rolling papers beside you.

you pulled the lighter out from the inside of your bra and placed it next to everything else. ryan watched in utter excitement as you prepared your guys’ joint. you ground up the bud and then rolled it up in the paper, licking it shut.

ryan watched as you placed the joint between your lips. he flicked the lighter on and lit it. you took a long drag, holding it in for a few seconds before exhaling the smoke.

you handed ryan the joint. he took an extremely overzealous inhale and immediately began to cough, spitting smoke everywhere.. “wow!” you laughed. “that’s too big for your first time!!” he handed you the joint and stuttered out a few broken words. “f-fuck..” he laughed in between coughs.

he was huddled over next to you, coughing out smoke as he gripped the ledge. you rub his back, whispering quiet praises in his ear. “it’s okay,” you hit the joint again, slowly exhaling the smoke.

when we finally regained his composure, he asked for the joint, taking a smaller hit and exhaling quickly after. still, a small cough left his mouth. “smaller..” you laughed, running a hand through his hair.

he looked as if he wanted more, like he wanted your friendship to explore “new heights”.

he positioned himself between your legs, looking up at you, placing his hands on your waist. you place the joint between your lips and inhale again, bringing your lips to ryan’s and exhaling the smoke into his mouth. his eyes widened and his grip on your waist tightened and he let go, exhaling the smoke. “woah..” he let out a breathy laugh and moved hair out of your face. he stands on his tip toes, giving you a gentle kiss.

first, his kiss was shy and patient, but it quickly turned desperate and sloppy. you straddled him, gently pulling his hair with one hand while the other one made its way down his chest, pulling up his shirt. a small gasp left his mouth when you ran your hands over his v-line, slowly making your way down to his zipper. his eyes widened and he let out a soft whimper.

“can i?” you whispered in his ear, kissing the side of his neck. he nodded frantically. “yes-“ he cleared his throat. “yes please..” his body shook nervously as he brought his cold hands inside your shirt, bringing his fingers up and around the bottom hem to remove it. “is this okay?” he asked. you nodded, flashing a genuine smile. you helped him take it off, revealing your cheetah print bra. he quickly joined you; removing his jacket, black tee, his plaid red and black boxers peaking out of his jeans.

his lips quickly returned to yours as he multitasked, unhooking your bra in the back and gently removing it from your body. he dropped it, staring in shock at his best friends boobs; he could’ve sworn his dick got so hard it fell off. “oh my god..” he whispered, quickly bringing his mouth to your collarbone, kissing down your cleavage.

he brought his mouth back up to yours, right hand fondling your breast as the left held your jaw. “so cute..” you whispered, cupping his hard cock with your hand. he shivered as you did so, whimpering quietly as he kissed you eagerly.

his hands unbuttoned your shorts and hooked on the inside of the hem, bringing them down over your knees and placing them next to you.

he squatted down in front of you as you spread your legs for him. he placed chaste kisses along your thighs until he reached your pussy. he looked up at you for approval and you nodded, smiling expectantly at him.

he ran a finger up your clothed folds, sending shivers down your spine. he rubbed a few circles on your clit before he buried his face into your clothed pussy. he placed wet kisses on your clit and rubbed a finger along your slit. “ryan..” you groaned, holding his face close by a chunk of his hair. he stopped for a moment, linking his fingers under the hem of your underwear and pulling them off. then, he dove right back in.

“so, so handsome buried between my thighs.. wanna see you do this all the time..” you whispered. he hummed into you, sending vibrations to your clit. you held his hair back as he went to town on you, circling your clit with his tongue.

then, he slowly gathered pre-cum on his middle finger and slid it into you, curling it up. a harsh groan left your mouth as he pushed in and out, curling his finger up, then slowly adding another finger.

he quickly changed pace, going from teasingly slow to the perfect speed, fingers working magic on you as he ate you.

he stared you in the eye as he ate you out, you could see his shit eating grin as he worked on you. “s’close..” you groaned, grabbing the back of his head and pulling some of his hair. you grinded your hips into his face, making you come closer to your release.

finally, you finished, you let out a loud moan, cumming all over ryan’s tongue. he looked up at you as he sucked his fingers clean, placing kisses along your thigh.

as you slowly gathered your composure, you sat up, pulling ryan up with you and kissing him. “that was so hot, baby..” he moaned into you, tongue roaming around your mouth as he fondled your breasts.

you hopped off the ledge, clothes dropped to the floor as you swapped spots with ryan. you helped him up, pants down to his ankles as he adjusted himself. he hooked his fingers under his boxers and pulled them down. his cock slapped his stomach and he let out a quiet whimper. his cock was swollen and red, dripping pre-cum from his tip as he looked down at you. “you’re beautiful..” he mumbled, curling your hair behind your ears. he kissed your forehead before you squatted in front of him, rubbing a gentle finger along his tip, then spitting on it.

your hands slid down the sides of his cock, gently pumping him up and down with a slow but steady pace. his breath hitched in his throat as you continued to do so, placing gentle kisses on his thighs before licking up his cock. you bobbed your head down, slowly taking his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

his hands go to the back of your head, grabbing some hair from the nape of your neck and holding your head, lightly guiding you up and down his cock. “so pretty like this..” he moaned, locking eyes with you and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

your hand jerked the base of his cock while your mouth tried to fit all it could, slobbering all over him as you sucked him off. he was a moaning mess, whispering sweet praises in your ear. “mmm, you’re doing such a good job.” he let out a breathy laugh and cupped your cheek.

you quickened your pace and his noises only became louder. “so close..” he closed his eyes and bucked his hips gently into you.

he let out a strained groan as you felt his hot load shoot into the back of your throat. releasing ryan’s cock with a pop, you swallow his cum, wipe your mouth clean and try to catch your breath.

he pulled you up onto his lap and kissed you hard. “so hot..” he whispered, repositioning you so you were closer to him.

he jerked his cock a few times before positioning himself over your folds. he ran his tip through them a few times before slowly entering you. his eyes widened and his mouth fell open as you squeezed his cock with your warm hole. “oh god..” he whispered in your ear, hugging you close. he buried his head in your cleavage and began to move his hips up and down. you join him, quickly finding the pace in which you’d go in that moment.

you watch from the window behind as party goers enter in and out of the house. the windows of the pool house were fogged up with hot breath as he pumped in and out of you. the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the small room. “you-“ he babbled, “-so hot- god, i love you..” he laughed, running his hands through your hair.

you place small hickeys along his collar bone, hoping maybe someone will see them when you go back into the party. his hand reaches down to rub circles on your clit, bringing you closer to your release..

“fuckkkk,” you giggle, “next time.. we uh.. do this-“ you said in between thrusts, “i want.. to not be in.. some ransom persons… pool house..” he laughed in response. “please,” he groans, pace quickening as he grabs your ass. “fuck!” you groan, cumming on his cock. it happened so much faster than you had anticipated. he continued to thrust for a minute but then pulled out and began jerking it.

“can i,, cum on your,, face?” he groaned. you moaned and nodded, hopping down and squatting in front of him as he continued to jerk in front of you.

he shot his load all over your face, groaning loudly, and placing a kiss on your lips before catching his breath. “wow,,” he laughed. “that was… amazing..” “y-yeah..” you giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek.. “sorry i… did it all over your face, here, let me help. he picked up his shirt and helped you wipe his cum off of your face. “i don’t… need this…” he laughed. he pulled his pants up and zipped them. he helped you get your clothes back on.

he put his jacket on and zipped it up all the way to hide the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. he threw the shirt into the corner of the pool house and continued helping you put your clothes back on. he buttoned up the back of your bra and helped you with your shorts. “thanks, ry..” you smiled, kissing his cheek. “we gotta do this more often,,” you winked, opening the pool house door for him.

you two walked back into the crowded house together, hand in hand.

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A/N, thanks for reading! i’m sorry if it sucks, i kinda rushed the ending :0 DM for requests, it would be greatly appreciated if someone helped me with prompts so i can get more writing out! thanks! <3

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[sunwoo-hoo]

↣ the boyz reaction to s/o being shy /insecure 

 ↳ a/n: hello my darlings! we’re back with another reaction for tbz. this was requested by hanagkskgks. i’m so sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoy it. also, these reactions are canon to my as your boyfriend series! so i highly recommend reading those as well! please, if your under the age of 18 do not interact with the post. PS. all bodies are beautiful and you should never feel ashamed for being who you are. x o x o

↳ genre: flufffyyy + smutttyyy 

↳ warnings: stretch marks, pubic hair, dieting, reader with body insecurities

↳ requested? yes

↳ send me your requests here!

↳ word count: 2.8k what the actual fuck these are mini drabbles at this point

↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon  」

you had only been dating for 3 months when you finally had sex with sangyeon for the first time

you had just walked through the dorms from another great date together after spending some much needed quality time 

“where is everyone?” you asked looking around the living room area not hearing the laughter and bickering like you usually did

“the guys all went to get some dinner together, it’ll just be us for a couple of hours.. is that okay?” he responded 

you were nervous to say the least, of course you and sangyeon have kissed many times, even made out but it never lasted longer than 10 minutes because the other members were around and you didn’t want to risk getting caught. 

in this moment it all started to feel very real, were you ready? could fully give yourself to sangyeon? yes, you loved him, tonight was going to be the night.

“it’s perfect” you whispered walking up to him wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a kiss on the lips. 

as you broke apart he smiled at you “baby we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. i want you to be comfortable” he observed

“no.. i want too. sangyeon i love you. i want this” you whispered he smiled as he grabbed your jawline tilting your head to give you another kiss. 

before you knew it you were in sangyeon’s room, him on top of you kissing your neck making his way down to your breast. he was about to pull off your shirt when you stopped him

“wait.. i-i’m nervous for you to see all of me..” you mumbled 

his eyes soften at you “you don’t have to be baby, your absolutely perfect in my eyes. nothing is going to change that” he promised 

when he finally took of your shirt he looked deeply in your eyes “you’re so beautiful” he whispered bending down to give you an eletricfying kiss before the long night ahead. 

「 Jacob Bae  」

sex was a new thing for you and jacob. having losing your virginity to each other you were still pretty nervous when it came to your body.

while jacob was more comfortable with his you still hadn’t quite matched his level even though to him you didn’t have a single flaw.

as you both were laying in bed watching t.v he started to trail long spicy kisses along the side of your neck making his down to your collarbone. you gently pushed him away

“jacob i’m sorry.. it’s not that i don’t want to it’s just that i don’t feel pretty” you mumbled not looking at his face

in retrospect it sounded ridiculous coming out of your mouth but you just couldn’t help the way you felt

he gave you a shock expression before he lightly grabbed your face to make you look at him

“baby, how can you say something like that? you’re beautiful in every way. in fact your way out of my league.” he reassured you grabbing your hand kissing the back of it

you smiled at his words as he continued 

“you have nothing to feel embarrassed about, i love everything about you. don’t ever forget that okay?” he said giving you a temple kiss

you leaned into his touch pulling him close so that you could continue to cuddle together.

「 Kim Younghoon  」

you were both equally shy when it came to showing your bodies for the first time to each other. 

there you were naked on the bed while younghoon was hovering over you.

you quickly covered your chest and closed your legs shut trying to cover as much as you could

“a-aren’t you gonna say anything?” you whispered not looking into his eyes out of nervousness 

“you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen in my life” he said turning your head to give you a passionate kiss

it was at the moment where all your troubles went away it wasn’t about your body not being good enough for younghoon

it was about the way he saw you and how you were everything he could possibly ask for

moving your hands away from your breast your arms made it’s way to his neck as you spread opened your legs

he gently aligned himself in your entrance slowly pushing his cock deep inside your pussy as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

you and hyunjae were on vlive when it all happend

your relationship had been public for six months even though you were technically together for over a year

for the most part deobi’s were happy for you and hyunjae but you couldn’t deny the negative comments you would see from time to time about not being pretty enough or good enough for him

at first you chose to ignore them but as time went on it started to drag you down mentally and emotionally and hyunjae started to take notice

during the vlive when deobi’s started to ask questions about your relationship you quickly saw the comment that read ‘hyunjae break up with [name] i’m so much better looking’

after of a couple of minutes you swiftly pulled hyunjae out of camera shot and quietly told him that you wanted to end the vlive

at first he looked at you confused until you told him what you had read

appearing back on the camera by himself he told deobi’s “deobi i want you to know that i’m extremely happy with [name] it always amazes me on how beautiful she is. of course deobi’s your beautiful as well but let’s all say how gorgeous [name] looks today.

soon enough comments were rolling in about how amazing you two looked together and how everyone was rooting for you two, giving you well wishes

you scooted your chair back in the camera view and bowed your head deeply in graditude telling deobi’s thank you as hyunjae laced his fingers into yours holding on tightly

「 Lee Juyeon 」

it was one of those weeks, everything was one big blur and you didn’t have time to do your personal self care like you usually did

it all happend during one night when you were getting ready for bed with juyeon when he decided that he wanted to have a little fun before sleeping

his hands stared to caress the side of your thighs making his way up to your hips as you were finishing your skincare routine in the bathroom

“juyeon… i don’t think it’s a great time to do that right now.” you whimpered as he was trailing hot kisses along your shoulder blade making his way to your neck from behind you

“hmm? why not? baby you look so gorgeous tonight you know i can’t resist you” he whispered against your ear “especially when your wear this..”

looking at yourself in the mirror you silently cursed at yourself when you decided to put on your lacy black night gown for the night

“it’s not that it’s just… this week has been so hectic i didn’t get a chance to shave.. you know..” you mumbled covering your face with your hands out of embarrassment

he gently turned you around so that you could face him

“baby you know i don’t care about that, you’re beautiful either way” he smirked as he picked you up placing you on the bathroom counter

he gently pulled down your panties kissing your inner thighs in the process making his way up to your core

it all happend so fast your brain couldn’t even register what happend in that swift moment until you felt juyeon’s tongue on your clit licking it lightly, obviously teasing you.

you moaned trying to reach for anything to grab until your hands found it’s way to juyeon’s hair pulling tightly as you started to feel your first orgasm of the night built up

「 Kevin Moon 」

you couldn’t believe it but it was right there in front of your eyes. as you were changing you couldn’t help but see the noticeable stretch marks that made an appearance in your inner thighs

you were all for body positivity but you couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a little insecure about the new additions to your body

as first you chose to ignore them pretending that they weren’t even there, when you started to wear more jeans and pants kevin started to take notice and become suspicious but he wasn’t sure what it was

one night when you and kevin were about to have sex is when he found out about your little secret

“kevin.. do you think that maybe we can turn off the lights tonight?” you asked

he looked at you confused it was an odd request considering you two would always have the light on when you had sex

“why babe? is something wrong?” he responded

“no nothing! or maybe it’s something! i don’t know.. just look” you rambled as you removed your blanket to show him your thighs

as kevin leaned closer to take a better look he smiled as he looked up at you

“is that it? their just stretch marks babe it’s no big deal, in fact i think it’s super cute it makes you look like a tiger” he said proudly tracing his fingers along them gently kissing the lines

you smiled looking down at kevin realizing you made a big deal out of nothing. regardless of any flaw you thought you had you always knew kevin would always have a way to make you feel irresistible 

「 Choi Chanhee 」

it all started from a doctor’s visit you were just having a regular checkup when the doctor decided that he wanted to measure your height and weight

when he told you had gain a couple of pounds you were a bit confused, you didn’t look any different, to you your body was as healthy as it could be

nevertheless you decided to go on a diet and chanhee quickly took notice when you started to skip a lot of meals

“love, why haven’t you been eating?” he wondered after another afternoon when you decided to skip lunch a third time this week

“oh well… i went to the doctor and they told me that i needed to lose some weight” you mumbled

chanhee gave you a confused look before responding “that’s ridiculous! there’s nothing wrong with your body! and even if you did gain weight your cheeks would just be more cuter to squish” he nearly shouted

calming himself down he continued “love, you don’t need to lose anything i love you just the way you are. promise me you won’t skip anymore meals?” he pleaded grabbing your hand

you smiled and nodded giving him a cheek kiss “i promise” you replied

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

you loved everything about changmin to his smile, the way he made you feel, his charisma, even his high pitched dolphin screams you would hear on occasion. he was perfect in every way

you on the other hand sometimes felt a slight sense of insecurity being with changmin, your skin wasn’t always the clearest, your body wasn’t always the skinnest, hell sometimes you thought you were too short or too tall for him

you always thought idols dated models or actresses you were just a regular girl. why would changmin like you in the first place?

changmin took notice immediately when your personality start to shift after going public with your relationship

he decided to finally talk to you about it one night before going to bed

“sweetheart what’s wrong? ever since we’ve became public with our relationship i noticed you haven’t been the same. is everything okay?” he asked as he was playing with your fingers

sighing you hesistated before finally coming clean “it’s nothing it’s just… why are you with me q? there’s so much more prettier girls that you can easily have. i’m not good enough for you” you whispered tearing up finally breaking down after it being bottled up for so long

changmin let out a gasp covering his mouth before he answered you “[name]… i never want to hear you speaking like this about yourself ever again. i love you regardless of how you look, to me your perfect” he reassured grabbing your arm as he pulled you close to his chest giving you a head kiss

you nodded as changmin lifted your jaw and wiped your tears away from your face and leaned close giving you a soft kiss

「 Juhaknyeon 」

when it came to your body juhaknyeon had no problem praising it making you feel special 24/7 

you had manage to keep it a secret until he finally saw it the one insecurity that you hated the most about yourself

when you were in high school you had gotten a permanent scar on your stomach from a car accident 

over the years it eventually faded but it was still noticeable if you stared at your stomach long enough

you and juhakyeon were both getting undressed getting ready to shower together when he finally saw your scar

“hey baby what is that?” he pointed to your stomach noticing the small yet faded white scar on your abdomen 

you quickly turned around covering your scar feeling embarrassed

“it’s nothing! i don’t know what your talking about” you stammered 

“c’mon baby let me see” he asked as you hesitantly turned around removing your hands

“aww babe it’s just a scar, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about i have some as well” he told you as he showed you his faded scars from past dance practices 

he continued “it just makes you that much more unique and beautiful”

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

one thing you always loved about sunwoo was that he was not afraid to show others how he felt especially when it came to you

he had no problem giving you kisses and holding your hand in public even though sometimes you had to remind him to behave

you were both visiting your parents when your shyness got the better of you

your parents loved sunwoo to the point where they would call you and ask about him first seeing if he was okay or if he needed anything to sunwoo they were his second parents

it was a nice sunny day when your parents decided to have a BBQ lunch for the 4 of you and sunwoo couldn’t keep his hands off you as he was behind you grabbing your waist pulling you close answering your parents questions

“how are you treating my daughter these days sunwoo?” your dad asked

“like a princess sir, she deserves nothing but the best” he answered truthfully giving you a small kiss on the cheek

“that’s wonderful! that’s what we love to hear” your mother smiled brightly enjoying the small interaction between the two of you

when your parents went inside the house to get the plates and utensils you decide now was the chance to talk to sunwoo

“sunwoo i love you but we’re at my parents house I’m a little shy when your touching me in front of them like that…” you mumbled

you knew your parents didn’t mind the loving interaction between you and sunwoo but you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed and shy about the whole ordeal

“oh… i’m sorry baby i didn’t know i just wanted to show them how deeply in love I am with their daughter” he answered putting his hands in his pockets

you smiled up at him and leaned in to give him a passionate yet inviting kiss sunwoo instantly slid his hands behind your neck deepening the kiss

before the kiss got too heated you pulled apart and replied “they’ll be more of that later if you tone it done a little okay?”

he gave you a smile and winked “you can count on it”

「 Eric Sohn 」

being best friends with eric before you got into a relationship was one of the best decisions you could ever make

he already knew everything about you, what you liked, what you hated, what your favorite color was, what you loved to eat, etc.

you loved that there was no awkwardness between you two, or so you thought.

when you finally decided to have sex for the first time after a month of dating you were extremely nervous. you knew eric for most of your life. 

sure, he’d seen you in a bathing suit plenty of times but you were still partially clothed, it was at this moment when it hit you that he was about to see everything 

as eric was about to pull down your shorts you hesitantly stopped him 

“eric wait, what if... what if you don’t find me attractive?” you shakily said

he stopped and hovered over you before he answered “[name] i’ve loved you ever since we were kids, you are the most important person in my life. i’m always going to find you beautiful, you mean the world to me” he vowed 

in that moment you felt your cheeks become wet from the hushed tears that fell 

eric wiped your tears away with his thumb before leaning down giving you a kiss full of love 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* © sunwoo-hoo 2 0 2 1  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

#the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz reactions #the boyz x reader #tbz x reader #lee sangyeon x reader #jacob bae x reader #kim younghoon x reader #lee hyunjae x reader #lee juyeon x reader #kevin moon x reader #choi chanhee x reader #ji changmin x reader #juhaknyeon x reader #kim sunwoo x reader #eric sohn x reader #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #[mine 🌸]

[witchyweasley]

Release the Tension Part 2

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: After a rough practice, you and Fred continue your FWB agreement.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, 18+ themes, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

Part 1

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Quidditch practice is never easy, but it’s normally not this bad for me. I was constantly distracted, both by my thoughts and by one of the redhead beaters.

“What’s wrong with you?! Get your head in the game, girl!” Angelina yelled to me as I dropped the quaffle she threw at me.

I groaned and flew down to pick the ball up from the ground and try to redeem myself. Right as I was throwing the quaffle into the goals, someone’s broom knocked into mine, causing me to almost lose my balance. A hand grabbed my waist and steadied me back on the broom.

“Whoa love, sorry about that. Was trying to make sure the bludger didn’t kill you, didn’t take into account that I would,” Fred said before flying away.

Practice after that didn’t get any better. I kept dropping the quaffle or missing the goal entirely. Harry kept yelling at me, which wasn’t helping my stress levels. As soon as the practice was over I hurried into the changing rooms, trying to get in and out without talking to anyone. I’m sure they could all tell something was up. I haven’t been that bad at quidditch since I was learning it as a child.

“Hey! Wait up!” Fred yelled to me as I sped out of the changing room. He lightly jogged to catch up with me, slipping a shirt over his head as he did so. I turned around to face him, not sure of what to say.

“Are you alright?” Fred asked, walking next to me as we headed into the Great Hall.

“Honestly, not great. Classes were awful, quidditch practice was awful, everything is just awful right now,” I ranted.

“Thanks,” Fred said sarcastically.

“Okay so you’re not awful,” I corrected myself, taking a seat in the great hall. Fred sat down next to me.

“Sorry about practice by the way, I really didn’t mean to almost knock you down,” he said, filling up his plate with food.

“It’s fine, I should’ve been paying more attention,” I said as George and Angelina sat across from us.

“Yeah is everything alright? You seemed a little off today,” Angelina asked.

“A little off? I dropped every quaffle you threw me!” I sighed.

“Okay yeah, you were kind of terrible out there,” she admitted.

“Fuck,” I said, putting my head down on the table.

“I’m sure it was just a fluke, you’ve had a lot on your mind,” Fred said, rubbing my back.

“Yeah we all have our bad days,” George said, “Speaking of which, we should probably get going, Angelina.”

“Where are you two going?” I asked.

“Remember? Greaseball gave Angelina, Lee, and me detention this morning because of our potions,” George said.

“Oh shit, that’s right. Well have fun cleaning the trophy room,” I said.

“I wish we were cleaning the trophy room. This time he decided we needed to clean the potions room and his storage cabinet. It’s going to take hours, even with the three of us,” Angelina said, taking a final bite of her food before they all headed out to detention.

“So…” Fred started.

“So?” I continued.

“Remember what I said earlier? Both of my roommates just got hours worth of detention…” he said, hoping I would catch on.

“Oh...oh!” I said, remembering when we almost got caught by Filch in the corridor. I got up from the table and started heading back to our common room. When I turned around, Fred was jogging to catch up with me.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Really? I swear you Weasley’s can be so dense at times,” I laughed, rolling my eyes.

“What? What do you mean?” he asked.

Once we were out of view from people I turned around, grabbed his shirt collar, and brought his lips down to mine.

“You’re the one who said your roommates were gone, and right before practice you said ‘We can continue this after quidditch practice,’ so I figured we could go continue,” I explained.

“I know, I just wanted to see if I could get you to kiss me,” he smirked, kissing me again before heading towards the Gryffindor common room again.

Thankfully, most Gryffindors know I’m friends with the twins and Lee, so it’s not strange to see me go to their dorm room to hang out.

As soon as I closed the door to his room, I was pressed up against it with his soft lips against mine. His arms wrapped around my waist as mine slid up his chest and into his hair. He pulled away to lift my shirt over my head, revealing my lacy bra, before pulling me back into the kiss. I slipped my hands under his shirt, lifting it over his head, with some much needed help from him due to the height difference. Before he could pull me back into the kiss, I cast a quick silencing spell and made sure the door was locked.

As we kissed, we slowly moved to his bed. He backed into it, pulling me down to straddle his lap as he did so. His hands gripped my hips as I slowly grinded against him, causing him to moan softly. I tugged his hair back, exposing his neck so that I could trail kisses down it. Right as I got to his collarbone, he pushed my hip and flipped me over. He quickly removed his pants before getting on top of me.

He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before trailing down my neck, leaving wet kisses and softly nipping at the skin. His hands rested over my bra, rubbing circles around my nipples through the thin lace, as he kissed down my sternum and down my stomach. I lifted my hips slightly so that he could slide my pants down.

As he crawled back on top of me I reached down to palm him through his boxers, only to have my hand pinned above my head.

“Nope, this is all about you. I had mine earlier, now it’s time for you to get yours,” he smirked. He kissed me harshly before dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed. His arms wrapped around my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge, holding me so that my legs were spread out in front of him.

I propped myself up on my elbows, watching his every move. His arms were still wrapped around my thighs, his hands now massaging them gently. He pressed wet, open mouth kisses to my inner thigh, moving closer and closer to the edge of my underwear.

Locking eyes with me, he licked a stripe right over where I wanted him most, causing a small whimper to escape me. He smirked and moved one hand to rub circles over my covered clit, his other hand continuously massaging my thigh as he did so.

My hips moved slightly, trying to grind against his hand, but my actions were soon stopped by his strong grip.

“Uh uh, you may be getting yours but I’m still in charge,” he smirked, continuing his slow circles. My breathing became deeper as I felt myself get wetter at his actions.

His grip on my thighs loosened as he moved his hands to the waistband of my underwear, snapping it against my skin before slowly pulling it down. I lifted my hips slightly to help and watched as he tossed my lacy underwear to the side. His hands returning to their original spots around my thighs, holding them open for him.

I locked eyes with him as he pressed more soft kisses to my inner thigh, sighing as he lightly sucked in one spot, creating a small mark.

“Now let’s see how the pretty girl tastes,” he said, spreading my thighs further, and licking a long and slow stripe against my wet pussy, never losing eye contact. I whimpered softly as he repeated the action teasingly.

“What is it, doll?” he smirked before continuing his slow torture.

“More,” I breathed out, “please.”

He laughed and attached his mouth back onto my aching pussy, still continuing a slow pace but now focusing on drawing circles around my clit with his tongue.

My head threw back and one hand tangled itself into his ginger hair, grabbing fistfuls of it. Fred groaned as I tugged at the hair, sending small vibrations around my clit.

“Fuck, Fred,” I moaned out as he quickened his pace. When I tried to buck my hips again he pulled away. I opened my mouth to question him, but all that came out was a moan as he slipped a finger into me.

His head rested on my thigh as he slowly fingered me, occasionally brushing his thumb over my sensitive clit. He then added another finger, still pumping slowly into me. His other hand that was wrapped around my thigh moved over and started rubbing my slit as he slowly sped up his pace.

My breathing was heavy and my moans were sporadic as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. Right as I could feel my orgasm creeping up, he removed his fingers from my clit and replaced it with his tongue. Swirling the bundle of nerves with his tongue and increasing his pace with his hands, my hips bucked unintentionally. Instead of moving away like he had previously, he just continued to try and hold me in place where he wanted me.

“Fuck, fuck Freddie, I’m gonna cum,” I whined. He continued sucking my clit and fingering me, looking up at me as he did so. I felt myself tense up, trying to close my legs due to the stimulation, but Fred’s strong grip kept my shaky legs open as I reached my high. He removed his fingers and slowly licked up the length of my slit, cleaning up my juices before sucking on his fingers as well.

He leaned over me and pressed a kiss to my lips, letting me taste myself on him. When he stood up to take off his boxers, I stood up as well on my shaky legs.

“What are yo-whoa!” He started as I pushed him down onto the bed.

“I wanna ride you,” I said, straddling his hips, grinding my slick heat against his erection.

“I’m not gonna stop you,” he smirked, putting his hands behind his head. I lifted my hips slightly and lowered myself down slowly, feeling how much he filled me out. He let out a low moan as he watched himself disappear inside of me. His hands grabbed onto my hips as I began riding him, guiding me up and down his cock.

He reached up and cupped my breast, pinching my nipple through my bra. Our moans filled the room, and I was very grateful for the silencing charm.

Fred suddenly sat up, causing me to pause in my movements. He pressed warm kisses to my neck as his arms snaked behind me, swiftly unhooking my bra and slipping it down my arms.

“Why’d you stop?” He breathed out, kissing my collar bones. Instead of giving a verbal response, I continued riding him. His hands continued guiding my hips as he pressed a hot kiss to my lips, our moans mixing together. One hand wrapped around my waist and held me tight as he began thrusting his hips up to meet mine, his mouth now traveling down to my breast and catching my nipple and swirling it with his tongue.

“Fuck Fred, you feel so good,” I moaned out, letting him take control of the pace.

“So do you, love,” he groaned, flipping me over so that he was on top. His hips pounded into me, and one hand moved down to rub my clit. I felt myself tensing up again, reaching my second orgasm of the night.

“Where do you want my cum?” He breathed out.

“Wherever you want,” I moaned out.

“Fuck, can I cum in your pussy?” He moaned out, his thrusts getting sloppy.

“Cum in my pussy, Freddie. Fill me up,” I moaned out. His sloppy thrusts quickened, grunting as he did so.

“I’m gonna cum, baby. I’m gonna cum in that pretty little pussy,” he groaned as he continued pounding into me. Soon his thrusts slowed down and I felt him release the hot liquid into me, filling me completely. Both of us moaning loudly as he did so. He slowly removed himself, looking at the mess he made before grabbing a towel so that we could both clean ourselves up.

“Feel any better?” He jokingly asked.

“Loads better,” I teased.

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Curves That Can Kill

Sephiroth! X black girl reader! Imagine

Enjoy ladies! Especially @shortbread29 who requested :)

Btw, sorry it took kinda long! I was having a bit of a block.

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“Y/N, stop fooling around and how about you work on your skills?” The silver angel spoke. Ironically, his face held a devilish smirk that coincided with the rest of his angelic form. And he only ever directed that smile to you. In fact, he loved annoying you because he loved seeing the way you rolled your eyes with an accompanied blush.

“I was not fooling around—I’m literally on my break. And if you’d sit down somewhere too, you could also rest, Mr. first class.” You remarked, bitterly.

He crossed his arms while chuckling quietly to himself. It was just you and him, in a private break room next to the training room. He wanted some one-on-one training with you; apparently you’re “too weak”.

“So, you’re jealous?”

“Of what?” You irritably asked.

“What else? Can’t handle that you’re still second class?” He remarked, manspreading in his seat next to you.

Failing to ignore his toned body and thighs lying like that before you, you scoffed.

“Pshh, please Seph. Why would I be? I have the courage and strength to make it. Stop letting your fame go to your head.”

“I don’t care about all of that. I just want to see my fellow SOLDIERs do well. And you...you interest me the most.” He explained, scooting closer to you in his chair.

“I wonder how such a delicate yet curvaceous body like yours can fight like this. It makes me proud because....you’re powerful and I like that. But still far too weak to handle me.”

You eyebrows raised almost immediately. “Wait? Curvace- hold on, handle you how?”

Did he mean in battle or something else?

He rose from his chair, exhibiting his tall height (which was equal to his ego).

You had to admit, he was so damn fine. His nicely groomed silver locks leaving right behind him made your spine shiver, in a good way.

You’d daydream about him sometimes, doing naughty things to you. You were down bad for him and it seems like he’d taken quite a liking to you as well.

He did annoy you quite a bit though because he could be misleading sometimes. Like he didn’t want to fully commit to your “could be”.

This confusion would result to miscommunication and fights since you two couldn’t really talk about these things even in Shinra’s most private rooms.

Feeling low, confused, and maybe aroused, you paced back to the training room, awaiting his tough instructions.

But that was then.. and this is now.

He admitted his feelings after realizing how much he loved you and cared about you. Sephiroth said you make him weak in his knees, and yet you were the weak one? Hey, you were powerful. Pure black girl magic.

Anyway, you two had been dating for a good seven months now and it was going smoothly, besides the fact that you two had to hide your relationship.

Your love for each other had gotten stronger, making it harder for you to be distant when you were on strenuous missions. So he made sure to recruit you for first class as he had seen your talent as well.

Once you two were together more often, you had more time to spend and reminisce. And while reminiscing, you got a little ticked off. You two were in his office during this incident.

“I used to love playing with you like that back then.” Sephiroth wrapped up.

“I remember...but it wasn’t exactly fun for me, babe.” You recalled.

“Why is that?”

You placed your cocoa hands on his chest that showed through his suspenders.

“Sometimes..you confused me. And it felt like you were playing with my heart. I know your intentions were true but it used to make me upset. Nevermind that now, it’s in the past.

“No, your feelings are valid, darling. Don’t you ever feel like that. I’ll admit I was immature; it was the only way I could express myself at the time.”

You nodded, understanding.

“Thank you. But don’t ever do it again. Or I’ll hurt you back!” You joked.

He couldn’t resist your pretty smile and your body that he adored so much. Seph absolutely enjoyed your bright personality because he thought it was a good fit for his aloof one.

He began walking near you until he was in your face. His strong stare was intimidating and sexy. He ended up backing you into a wall.

What began as soft kisses, progressed into a hungry devour for each other’s lips. In between making out, he bit your lip as a distraction to let his tongue slip inside. He then removed your shirt from around your body. This caused your black curls to fall out from it and your chocolate collarbones to be on full display.

“you’re so fucking pretty.” He complimented.

He continued kissing your lips gently and slowly made his way to your neck. He was clearly trying to take his time and savor every piece of you. His kisses felt so contagiously comfortable on your neck. Hickeys began forming on the exposed area.

Precious moans fell from your mouth, making it hard for him to not end you right then and there.

He stopped abruptly and took off his shirt, revealing his tan and defined abs.

“Seph, the cameras!” You reminded him.

But he didn’t care. He wanted to make this up to you.

So, he picked you up and laid you on his desk, ready to make you feel good everywhere.

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You have my permission - Tom Hiddleston smut (sub!Tom)

Summary : Tom throws a tantrum and his mistress gives him more than he bargained for. 

Warnings: Sub!Tom, switch!Tom, oral (f receiving), PIV, body fluids and aftercare. 

Words: 4.4k 

Smut after the cut. 

She strolled inside the bedroom behind Tom, her fingers dexterously removing the heavy earrings that were weighing down her earlobes painfully. Setting them down on the dresser with a relieved sigh, she turned to Tom whose back to her as he crouched down and took off his shoes. What a nice ass, she mused with a grin.

"A bath or a movie, which do you fancy?" She asked, offering him the choice. Tom had seemed off at dinner, not his usual cheerful self and she was concerned. Yet, truth be told, she was tired and though a bath was relaxing perspective, she doubted she'd have the energy to leave the tub once the water lost its warmth, but those were two activities she knew Tom enjoyed particularly and she wanted to treat her good boy to a pleasant evening.

"I don't care."

She stopped in her tracks even as she opened the drawer for a fresh nightdress, a frown taking over her face. "What was that?"

"I don't care." Tom repeated more forcefully.

She had heard him right the first time, then. Hiding her surprise well, she cocked an eyebrow at him. "I'll remind you, darling, that's not how you speak to me."

Tom was barefoot now but standing up to his full height by the bed, an expression on his face that she wasn't acquainted with. "Or what?" He sneered with sarcasm, so far from the sweet boy she knew.

With an eye roll, she dropped the night dress on the bed. Tom had already broken so many rules within the past minute, but she was feeling clement. After all, unlike him, she had enjoyed herself immensely at dinner.

"What is it, Thomas? Why are you being so fussy tonight?" She sighed with resignation. As much as his attitude was grating on her nerves, she needed to know that he was alright. "Come on, sit down," she ordered gently, patting the mattress next to her.

"No!"

"No?" She was giving him one last chance.

To her surprise, Tom groaned, his hands tightening into fists for a moment before loosening again. "No, I will not sit down just because you told me to, not after..."

Her patience with him was thinning down to a hair width. This was not how she had envisioned their evening, but she would spend the night punishing him if she had to.

"Either you tell me exactly what's going on, Thomas, or you'll spend the next couple of days with a painful bottom," she promised, crossing her arms over her chest and just barely resisting tapping her foot on the floor.

His face changed at once. Tom knew those weren't idle threats. He winced, remembering the last time she had uttered those words. Still, he couldn't shake off the fury that gnawed at him from the inside.

"I did not like our waiter tonight, nor the way you behaved with him." Tom finally confessed though his voice remained petulant.

She was unable to hold back a scoff. Was her good boy acting out because he was jealous? "Really? I thought he was very efficient, and I treated him the same respect I do all other people."

Tom's eyes widened at her statement and suddenly all she could see was their light, vibrant blue.  “He spent the entire evening with his eyes glued onto your cleavage! He touched your hand when he filled your glass! And you didn't even say anything, you just let him do it!" He spat accusatorily.

A tantrum, then, she concluded, leaning back against the wall with an amused smirk as she sized him up. Thomas has misbehaved in the past - some small misdemeanours here or there that had warranted a proportionate disciplinary response from her - but this was on an entirely different level. For some reason, punishment didn't seem like the appropriate response this time around.

"Very well, Tom. You've made your case and I’ve listened." She saw it in his eyes, relief washing over the sizzling emotion that she now recognised as jealousy. "What is your solution?"

Tom didn't manage to hide his reaction at her words. He felt put on the spot, her taunting stare intimidating him more than any handcuffs or collar ever could, and without the comfort that came with them. The usually eloquent man stuttered. "I don't know, mistress," he admitted, all sudden burst of courage gone but the look on her face let him know she wasn’t satisfied with the answer. "I just need to know you're as much mine as I'm yours, mistress."

He was back to being her good boy, it appeared, puppy eyes begging to be forgiven for his previous outburst. She licked her lower lip, anticipating the fun that was to come, before nodding as she tilted her head. This was a great occasion for a lesson, she decided. "Let me be yours, then. You have my permission."

Tom blinked once, then twice. Stunned didn’t begin to cover it. Was she really...? No, it couldn't be. "I'm quite not sure I understand, mistress."

She cocked her brow at his reaction. Oh, this was going to be so much better than a movie or a soak. Lightly waving her hand at herself, she made it crystal clear to him.

"I'm yours tonight, to do as you please." Thomas gulped at her offer - no - her command, feeling his Adam's apple tightening just like his trousers. "Claim me, mark me, ravish me. Whatever you want - I can take it.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “Isn't that what you wanted, darling?" She goaded him.

Tom was taken aback, so much so, he didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do. He’d never been in this position before. With other women, sure. But her? His mistress? His only mistress? He wouldn’t lie and pretend the thought had never crossed his mind, but it was never more than some delirious fantasies that taunted him when she kept him teetering on the edge for hours on end and his sanity became scarce. Tom tried to recall what he did to all the women before her, how he had his way with them before… before his mistress helped him discover who he was and what he truly needed.

He gazed upon her again, taking in the way she was waiting for him to do something, head cocked expectantly, exposing the slender column of her neck, the upward tilt op her lip never quite turning into a smirk yet not straying far from it. She was taunting him, testing him. Tom that even if he seized control now, it would be at her demand. No matter what he did, she’d still have the upper hand. She was not giving herself to him the way he gave herself to her. No, she was simply humouring him like a pet. And it made him want nothing more than to make her choke on her words.

I can take it, she’d said. He would be the judge of that, he vowed.

With two long strides, he crossed the room, stopping only he had crowded her against the navy wall. Even with the black high heels she fancied, Tom towered over her. His fingers went to her chin, tilting her face upwards and forcing her to look into his eyes before he leant down and kissed her ferociously. He let his tongue invade her mouth, the back of her head hitting the wall behind her as their teeth clicked together. And then he hesitated, a small pause in his moves as if he waited once again for her permission. Instead, she smiled against his lips, encouraging him silently and then gasped in mouth under the reprised assault, surprising both of them with the sweet sound.

Tom broke off the kiss, tracing his lips along her jawline before settling on the soft spot beneath her earlobe. She flinched against him when he started sucking on her skin, stopping only to alternate with nibbles. To his surprise, she didn’t protest. In lieu of that, she was oddly compliant under his touch even as the guilty feeling that he was doing something naughty and forbidden invaded him. Would she punish him later? Shaking off these thoughts, he thrust up his hips, pressing the outline of his throbbing erection against her lower stomach. Her shaky, shallow breaths were driving him mad.

He had perhaps expected that she would rock her hips against him, rub herself on him like a cat in heat. Tom should have known better than to predict her reactions. She slid her hand between their bodies, cupping his balls and the base of his erection, adding yet another layer between his cock and the sweet cunt he so desired. His lips went slack against her neck. She knew just how much pressure to apply, knew what drove him wild better than he himself did. After all, she was his mistress. She also knew he hadn’t been granted permission to cum for the past three days.

His hand fisted her hair tightly, pulling on it and giving her no choice but to look up at him. She was beautiful like this; he had never seen her from this angle. Like a black rose, it was beautiful to look at, but unnatural. She then had the audacity to grin, her hand never stopping its languid caress, not even when he tilted her head so back far, she was looking up at the ceiling. The position exposed all her elegant neck to him. Tom could spot the frantic pulsing of her artery just next to the hickey he had sucked onto her skin. He should cover her in hickeys, he decided; her neck, of course, but also her collarbones, her breasts, the dips on her hips and the skin on her inner thighs that was softer than velvet and silk combined.

An opportunist, she had used his short distraction to loosen up his belt just enough to slither her small hand inside his trousers and boxers. He gasped at her touch, warm breath puffing against her skin before he seized her wandering hand without a warning, pinning it on the wall above her head.

Tom glared down at her, nostrils flared and eyes dark; a silent warning. She wasn’t used to submitting, he wasn’t even sure she had done it before. He half expected her to call out their safe word, to say ‘opium’ and have him stop it all. He halted, giving her the chance do so, even as he desired nothing more than to throw her on the bed and fuck her into the mattress. He had the strength for it, he could overpower her easily anytime, but his limbs didn’t obey. It felt forbidden, even with her permission.

She chuckled devilishly as if his grip on her hair didn’t cause her any pain even when she did so. “That’s it, big boy? Where did all that fury of yours go?” She was egging him on again. And for a moment, he was able to picture it in his mind. The large, burning imprint of his hand on her ass, the smudged mascara underneath her eyes as he made her choke on his cock. “Cat got your tongue and your brain?”

That did it. “Shut up,” Tom ordered at the same time as he pulled her off the wall, steering her to the bed with his grip on her head before forcefully throwing her down on the mattress face first. Spotting the zipper running along the back of elegant silk dress, he gave the garment a chance but ended up ripping it open at the seams when it got stuck. His patience was running out. “Scoot over. I want you right in the centre.”

She did as he asked without a single word. Moving to the middle of the mattress, she left behind her torn dress and lied down on her back, showing off her lingerie. It was black and lacy, and intricate. He wanted to destroy it the same way you felt driven to pluck the prettiest flower. She propped herself up on her elbows, spreading her legs and showing him her pretty little cunt through the crotchless panties as Tom took his time taking off his clothes at the end of the bed.

“You’re such a wanton vixen,” he told her. His fear that he was perhaps taking it too far was stilled when he watched her fingers graze over her clit. “Don’t touch what’s mine.” She obeyed, though she sported a Cheshire cat grin. It would be gone soon.

Tom crawled his way over her body, his broader shoulders caging her in, a growl escaping his throat as his pulsing cock slid along the warm skin of her thigh, leaving behind a trail of precum. He brought his face to hers and she parted her lips, expecting a kiss. He bit down on her neck instead, not strongly enough to draw blood but enough for it to sting. And sting it did, her back arching up like a tense bow.

Freeing one hand, he opened the front of her bra with no struggle. The lace fell apart, revealing her ample breasts to his eyes. Tom inhaled sharply at the sight of her pebbled nipples before sliding lower and seizing one between his teeth, nibbling on the sensitive nub mercilessly. Her lips canted up against his as she moaned, head thrown back against the pillow. She was enjoying it, her hand clutching his curls firmly, but not pulling him off. In fact, he decided, she was enjoying this way too much.

Tom let go of her breast, grinning at the offended look she shot him. She wasn’t used to being denied her pleasure. A bit hypocritical, he sniggered. He was determined to make her regret all those times she had tied him to the headboard, the hours she had spent teasing him, edging him, leaving him wanting, the bloody cock cage she had made him wear for a week after disobeying her. “As much as I love your pretty face, I have other plans for you tonight.” He groaned, and then without giving her time for the words to sink in, he spun her around on her belly.

She tried raising herself up on her elbows, but Tom didn’t let her, applying enough pressure between her shoulder blades to get the message across. Still, somehow, she managed to turn her head sideways, mouth parted as she struggled for air. “You’ll pay for this, darling,” she promised all too confidently but didn’t utter the safe word. He spanked her ass.

“Let us first see if you’re still able to do anything after this,” Tom teased as he forced his knees between her legs, prying them open and putting her tempting cunt on display. She smelled ripe.

Holding himself up on one hand next to her head, he moved to cover her body with his, casting a shadow all around her frame. With his free hand, Tom gripped his cock. He was still hard. Not that it was a surprise: when was he ever not hard in her presence?

Tom stroked his iron shaft twice before moving his long fingers to her core. Her probed at her warm, delicate folds. She was wet, though not soaked the way she only got after he’d spent ages worshipping her pussy. He guided himself to her entrance, making her feel his glans pressing against her opening.

This would hurt sweetly without more foreplay – she was a small, little thing and him the opposite. And yet, she didn’t even flinch, her eyes didn’t waver, quite the contrary. She was daring him to do it, looking back at him over her shoulder with curled lips. Tom had never been allowed inside her without her explicit permission – often after pitiful begging on his part. Gauging her reaction, he pointed his cock at her tiny puckered hole instead. Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply, preparing herself for the painful intrusion. Still no safe word. She was tough to crack, Tom realised, not unimpressed before aligning himself with her pussy again. He didn’t dare take her last virgin hole with no preparation, desecrate his mistress like that.

His arm shook as he held up his weight. One thrust, that’s all it would take. He’d fuck her the way he had imagined himself doing countless times before, when his love for her blurred at the border between hatred and love, enmity and devotion, when she deemed his begging not sincere enough or made him plead even for an orgasm by his own hand like a dutiful puppet.

He wanted nothing more than to have his cock engulfed by her warmth. His cock begged him for it. She was waiting for him to thrust in, propping up her ass invitingly, the slope of her back acute. She was beautiful, face up or face down. She was everything Tom had ever desired in a woman. And yet, to him, she looked wrong in this position. He groaned in frustration, sweaty curls clinging to his forehead as his arm kept shaking. This was not how she was meant to be taken, to be pleasured. Just like you wouldn’t drink champagne from a dirty, plastic goblet, Tom couldn’t bring himself to fuck her like this, like an animal.

Letting out the most frustrated of growls, he seized her shoulder, turning her around without a warning before letting himself fall down on the mattress next to her. “I can’t do it,” he confessed, voice cracking.

Tom saw in the way her lips suddenly smirked and her eyes twinkled, finally understanding why she had never seemed apprehensive. His mistress had known all along he wouldn't be able to go through with it, even if he himself thought he could. She had called him on his bluff and won.

"Of course, you could not do it, darling," she cooed, sitting up next to him. "Do you want to know why?" Her fingers traced the line of his jaw almost condescendingly.

Tom swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing as he stared up at her. His previous boldness had left without leaving a trace. "Please, mistress."

She smiled again even as she slid a leg over his chest, enclosing him between the warmth of her thighs. And then, leaning down, she whispered into his ear as if sharing a great secret. "Because, my sweet boy, it’s not in your nature to take by force. You want to please me and earn what I give to you.” She murmured seductively. “Am I wrong?"

Tom shook his head almost at once, the need to please her surging in him at her words. She was never wrong, not when it came to him. And when she moved up to sit on his face, all he could do was mouth a breathless thank you for being allowed to touch her even after his misbehaving before his need to be her good boy drove him to her cunt.

She kept one hand wrapped tightly in his curls, the other one holding onto to the headboard to keep steady. Her sweet Tom was indeed very talented with his tongue, she barely had to guide him at all but that still didn't mean she'd let go of her tight grip anytime soon. "Such a good boy," she praised him, more breathless than she liked to admit. "Licking your mistress's cunt so well." Tom whimpered against her clit; praise always got him needy and she enjoyed his desperate sounds almost as much as she did his tongue.

Close to orgasm, she decided to reward him for his eager work. Her hand left the headboard, searching for his to place it on her breast. She moved her eyes, finding that his hand was no longer clutching the bed sheets in desperate need like it had been seconds ago.

Craning her neck backwards to look over shoulders even as the first pleasures started sparkling and erupting from her clit, she spotted his hand snaking along his side to his weeping cock which had already formed a small, sticky puddle on his navel.

She managed to seize his disobedient hand just before she came, twisting and squeezing it painfully in her fist even as she rocked against his face through the waves of her orgasm, with no regard to his breathing.

With one last deep breath even as Tom still lapped at her juices, she moved away from his mouth and went to straddle his chest, covering him in her slick. He was panting, eyes closed with a furrow between his brows even as she felt him thrust up his hips into thin air, seeking an inexistent friction. What a sweet, needy boy, too bad he couldn't control himself.

Before she could even say anything, Tom apologised the moment his eyes blinked open. "I'm sorry, mistress," he exhaled.

She rubbed his bruising knuckles with her thumb, etching a look of concern on her face and she saw the way his expression visibly relax at her soft smile. God, she loved toying with him, especially when he misbehaved. "You'll make up for your disobedience with your big cock, won't you, darling?" She cooed.

The thought of finally sinking his cock inside had him nodding eagerly at her, sweaty curls bouncing like a halo around his angelic face. "Yes, mistress. Anything you want."

Oh, she wanted this alright, she mused as she reached out her hand to gently cup his cheek, a smile ghosting on her lips. She scooted over, moving backwards to straddle his hips. His cock was the prettiest shade of pink and the hardest kind of iron.

With a finger she lightly traced the vein running along the underside of his shaft, noticing how he moaned even as he fought the urge to rock up against her touch. It was adorable, the way he was trying to be good now that she’d chastised him. She decided not to tell him it was too late for any of that now.

Instead, she slid her wet cunt along his shaft, the frown of desperate concentration on his eyes more than making up for the slight discomfort on her sensitive folds. How long since she had last let him cum, she wondered, knowing this was going to be torture for him. The loud gasp that escaped his throat when she wrapped her hand firmly around the base of his cock only served as further proof.

Tom's eyes were bright and wide, unable to focus on a particular image as his mistress lowered herself on his desperate cock; the sight of himself disappearing inside her tight channel, the bouncing of her breasts as she moved languorously and languidly, or perhaps, those five seconds of deep intake of air during which her eyes closed and her face lost that regal composure of hers before she got used to the stretch.

"How does that feel, darling?" She asked him with the smile of someone who already knew the answer, in rhythm with her riding of him. She never moved with short, clear-cut thrusts, her hips smoothly undulating instead in a way that had him helpless and feeling the tightening in his gut surging way too soon.

"Very good, mistress," he managed to reply though it came out strangled, his muscles have begun tensing and his fingers itching to touch his mistress. Tom knew better this time.

She seemed satisfied with his response, picking up a faster pace above him. Watching Tom's face contort with bliss brought her just as much pleasure as the rutting of his cock. Tendons straining against his throat, eyes tightly shut and anguished whimpers escaping his parted lips. She anticipated his pleas the moment Tom opened his eyes like a wild animal blinded by the lights. "I need to cum. Please, mistress," he begged, knuckles turning white around the crumpled bedsheets. "Please let me cum."

Her hand moved to his throat, finger pads digging softly into his skin for balance. He loved her hand there, it was a reassurance and a threat all at once and he keened under her touch. She shook her head softly. "No."

The single word startled him as much as her increased pace. He was too close, he wouldn't be able to- "Please, mistress," Tom whined and blabbered, tears welling at the corners of his eyes before running down his sharp cheeks as he fought his release until his muscles trembled.

Still, she took no mercy, shushing him with a finger on his lips. As her orgasm crept closer at a dizzying pace, the look of focus and torment on his sweet, angelic face became almost too much to bear. He was trying so hard to be her good boy, it was beyond adorable.

So, when she tightened around him like a vice as bliss took over her mind and Tom let out the loudest strangled moan, she knew he was bound to fail her command no matter his determination and finally took pity on his anguish. "Cum for me, darling."

Tom tried to thank her for the privilege of filling her with his cum but his control burst at her permission before he was able to say anything intelligible. Instead, he cried out as he came in her, spurt after spurt.

Still coming down from her own high, she climbed off of Tom and then sat down next to him, moving his head to rest on her thigh. She decided to reserve his punishment for tomorrow, noticing his need for aftercare. She'd learned to expect his vulnerability after an orgasm, his longing to be held tightly and true enough, he moved to his side and hugged her waist. "You're okay, darling?" She asked, or rather, cooed.

Tom nuzzled into her thigh, a soft smile on his thin lips. "Yes, mistress, thank you," he mumbled against her skin and then she heard the slight shift in his voice. "I am sorry, for earlier..."

She smiled down at him, brushing his sweaty curls off of his forehead. "I know, sweetie."

It was a struggle then to get him out of bed and into the bathroom, with him holding on to her for dear life. But a small order from her and Tom complied, following her into the shower where she had him kneeling on the floor before her with his face pressed to her sternum as she washed his hair. Her sweet boy wouldn’t like what tomorrow held for him.

#tom hiddleston smut #sub!tom #tom hiddleston x reader

[tatooedlaura-blog]

Forgetting

Two in a row, I appear to be on a roll ... this is not for those under 17 and nsfw :)

Sometimes, you need to forget for a little while ...

@today-in-fic

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It was a stupid retirement gathering at the end of the day, the best way *insert sarcasm here* to end Friday, in Mulder’s opinion. It became especially fun when the assistant director who was doing the retired pointed the pair out, commenting on the Amber Lynn LaPierre case, which he called the crowning achievement in his long and lauded career with the Bureau. Thanking them for their contribution to his legacy, both nodded, smiled, said their polite thank yous while inside, wishing they were literally anywhere but there.

Then came the inevitable discussion about the case, Scully plowing ahead, dealing with most of the comments until Mulder leaned into her, mouth to ear, “I’m going to head to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Nodding, she continued with her end of the present conversation, then two others before she realized he still wasn’t back. Excusing herself, she slipped quietly out the door. Wondering for a moment if he’d fled the building completely or just the room, she thought, then, for some unknown reason, decided to try the stairwell before heading to the basement. Opening the oft-used door at the end of the hall, a beautiful sunset greeted her as well as a lone Mulder sitting on the first step down, quietly contemplating the world while bathed in pink and purple hues.

Sitting carefully beside him, skirt causing minor issues, “I was beginning to wonder if you’d gotten lost.”

Taking an impossibly deep breath before bumping shoulders with her, “do you think, maybe, this could be one of those nights where we get drunk and forget we work together?”

She’d asked him that exact question for the first and only time roughly four months earlier and with a moment’s hesitation to calculate where the nearest liquor store was, she returned the answered he’d been hoping for, “I think it needs to be one of those nights and you’ve got that liquor store on the corner so I vote your place.”

Bumping her a second time, he stood up, nodding his head in the direction of the stairs, “I think we’ve worked long enough today.”

She stood with just a little help from his hand, tugging her skirt straight, “agreed.”

&&&&&&&&&

She picked up the Long Island, the big pre-mix bottle, third shelf, second aisle, they shopped here a little too often, then headed to Mulder’s. Beating him there by ten minutes, she had time to clear the couch and coffee table of littered papers and hamburger wrappers, empty glasses and several pairs of socks. Smiling at the socks, she then filled the table with bottles of water, the Long Island (opened, aerator insert removed for ease of swilling) and a roll of paper towel because she knew he’d be stopping for Subway and they never sent him home with napkins.

Scully then had time to contemplate the first time they’d mentioned their question out loud. She honestly didn’t want to think about the string of events that led to her request but that night had been Rum and Coke and sitting on his couch, not sure how to start anything until Mulder said something so quiet she had to turn to hear him repeat his statement.

She ran into his mouth and from there, they’d spent a chaste 87 minutes alternating between drinking, making out, water interludes sporadic, straight rum by the end, coke chaser when they remembered until the week’s worth of tension left her shoulders, muscles warm and relaxed, lips swollen, hands never traveling below her neck except to turn her at the waist for a better angle.

Heads thoroughly spinning by the time the pair pulled apart in a mutually silent agreement that it was time, Scully went in for another kiss before looking at him blurrily, enjoying their warm, humid silence which Mulder only broke to ask, “couch or bed? I’ll take whichever you don’t want.”

Smiling at him, she stretched, much like a cat, limbs shaking, back curving, “couch is fine.”

Logistics figured a few minutes later, both were crashed in their respective beds, soundly asleep through the remainder of the night.

Mulder made it home a minute later, returning Scully to present day, and she took the bags of food from him, carrying them to the kitchen while he shed shoes, jacket, button down, leaving him in a crew-neck white t-shirt and mismatched socks. Following her into the kitchen, he grabbed the open bottle from the coffee table as he passed. Swigging deep, he handed it to her, “premix. I appreciate you more and more every day.”

“Why take the time to make it yourself when the Captain has done it for you already?” Seeing the forlorn expression still clear on his face, she turned to look at the counter, measuring up the height before glancing back at him, “help me up here, will you? I’d like to hug you face to face for once.”

Not about to question that request, he popped her up, allowing her time to adjust her skirt before handing her the bottle, “madam.”

Two gulps later, she angled the bottle in his direction, “for the win,” then waved her fingers at him, “come here.”

Obeying, he was in her arms, as close as possibly given counter and thigh restriction from skirt. Holding her had an instant effect on his blood pressure, his psyche, his heart rate and brain function, calm washing over him the longer he touched her. Not enough for him at the moment, however, he scooted her closer to the edge of the counter, skirt hiking up further, her thighs pressing his sides. About to do something about this, Scully did it for him, mouth on his neck, lips against pulse, tongue running lightly over skin. Kissing her way up his neck, across his jaw, she found his mouth, neck twisting for best access and without thought, legs locking around him, ankle hook completing the loop.

He would not be arguing.

Staying there another minute, he decided, given the course of the evening, to take creative license and wrapping arms around her waist, picked her up, moving her to the couch without breaking contact. She snagged the bottle as he moved them past it and knowing he had to set her down because sitting down with her like this would break her ankles and nobody needed that tonight, Scully grinned as she slid to the floor, her skirt staying stuck to her upper thighs. Another three deep swallows from the bottle, she handed it to Mulder, watching his perfectly sculpted throat down five, “next time we come up for air, water break.”

“Agreed.” Sitting right down on the couch, he expected her to drop beside him but instead, she wiggled the skirt a little higher and climbed onto his lap, “last time, I had a crick in my neck. I’m not dealing with that again.”

Hands firmly on her waist, he smiled, “I like your thinking.”

Mouth immediately back on his, he managed to keep his hands to himself until the liquor began buzzing his brain, separating thought from consequence but keeping intact decorum at its most rudimentary, his hands hesitantly shifting four inches above her waist, still above her shirt until Scully pulled back, whispering into his mouth, “I don’t mind.”

He didn’t take full advantage of the situation but the simple feeling of running his hands up and down her back made him feel like he’d just won the lottery, over silk blouse, ridge of bra back, imaginary outline of existing tattoo. Another few minutes and Scully moved away, lips red, cheeks pink, eyes bright as she reached behind her, breasts jutting into Mulder’s face, looking for water. Drinking down half a bottle, she handed the rest to Mulder, “it’s getting warm in here.”

Managing to keep his eyes mostly on hers, “that okay?”

Tossing the empty water bottle behind her, she then took up the Long Island, another two deep pulls before offering it to her partner, “very good.” After he drank, she deposited it back on the table and returned like a magnet to his mouth, her hands now in and through his hair, cradling his ears, thumbs running over temples, hips sliding forward until a minute later, she stood up, “I still have most of my faculties and I’m making a request.” She wavered once as the room tilted ever so slightly, “this skirt is irritating the hell out of me. Would you mind if I take it off?”

With a grin, he fell in love withher all over again, “no, that’s fine.”

“Thanks.” Skirt hitting the floor a moment later, her blouse hung low enough not to reveal anything of interesting importance and settling back on his lap, she nodded at him, “much better.”

“I’m glad.”

This time, when she re-settled, she re-settled closer to him, his obvious arousal at the whole situation not bothering her in the slightest, unknowingly grinding once against him before commencing with their previous activities.

Liquor working its magic, Mulder decided that given she was now in her underwear on his lap, that afforded him hands on ass, which elicited a tandem ‘hhmmmm’ from both and another inch hip-slide forward. Deciding what the hell, he then moved his hands up under her shirt, finding warm skin and bumping backbone, hands callous-rough as they danced over rib and ridge. Feeling her smile, he felt her leave his lips, moving down his chin to his Adam’s Apple, mouthing it several times before following down to his shirt collar, then sitting back, putting welcome pressure on particular parts, “it is only fair that since I have no skirt, you need no shirt.”

He loved that she lost her contractions when she drank. Apostrophes went out the window for some reason, all words spoken precisely and slurry but never contracted. Sitting up immediately, he pulled the offending garment off and dropped it to the couch beside them, “sounds fair indeed.”

Another two mouthfuls of Long Island for both, her hands ran immediately over his chest, her deep breath and stuttered sigh telling him more than words ever could, fingers playing over his nipples, tongue tracing his collarbone. It was when she gripped his sides and smashed herself down on him, favorite parts aligning, that he finally let out a moaning groan, “Scully.”

Whispering in his ear, “was that good?”

“If you’re trying to kill me, yes.”

Sitting back again, she wiggled a few more times, lighter yet oddly, more intense. Quick glance at the clock across the dimly lit room, she looked down at him, his gaze filled with unmistakable adoration, “it has been over an hour, need a break?”

“I will never need a break from you.”

Reaching back, she snagged another water, drinking half again and waiting until Mulder finished it to toss it the way of the first empty. Next, more liquor went down, bottle half gone at this point before, “would you mind if I took the blouse off? This thing holds heat like you would not believe.”

Words gone, head nodded, her shirt landed on the table, sweat glistening above and below white cotton bra but before he could process more than half a reverent look, he had her face pulled back to his, hands sliding down her slowly cooling back and right past the top of her underwear, bare hands on bare ass in under a second.

She did not complain, rocking a rhythm on him that was making him see stars.

Everything was logical to them up to this point. The logic of six years and half a bottle of Long Island Ice Tea but whatever and Mulder’s next suggestion followed their logical pursuit. It took a few minutes to form the idea, then the sentence, but pulling away from her mouth, whimpering either internally or for the world to hear, he had to share it with her, “um, so as much as I am loving this, there are parts of me that are dying because they are trapped, wonderfully so but still friction-ly, and are … shit, Scully, the zipper of my pants is about to cause some damage.”

“Hell. Okay.” She stood immediately and hips still moving in some sort of fluid motion which could very well hold Mulder’s attention until the end of time, he took advantage and lifting his butt, soon was sitting there in boxers, happy for relief and unembarrassed by his obvious reaction to her.

She admired for a moment, then settled right back on him, body pressed firmly against all available Mulder.

His hands moved to her hips, moving her against him, the rhythm of his mouth getting erratic as all attention moved elsewhere. Scully was having her own amount of trouble holding focus and when his hands moved to unclasp her bra, she could have sang the Halleluiah chorus had she thought to leave his lips.

Needing a final pull of liquor before anything else, she sat back on his thighs, three mouthful going down her throat first, then Mulder took four, capping the bottle and dropping it to the floor before his mouth moved not to hers again but to her breasts, taking in his dreamt of mouthful, other hand filled with other breast as Scully shut her eyes, shifting and sliding against him, parts finally making solid contact and she stood suddenly, swaying as she shed her last piece of clothing, then demanded Mulder’s boxers with a silent outstretched hand and begging eyes. Obliging, she was back on him,  wetter than wet, rubbing hard head against aching clit, then, she slid back and forth against him, Mulder’s mouth latched back to her breast and his hands carrying her forward and back. Letting go of her, he told her, alcohol slur evident, “I am so close to that spot, Scully. Another inch and we could … just … we could.”

Leaning forward, she slipped her teeth around his earlobe, tugging lightly before sucking for a moment, then whispering, “there cannot be liquor involved when that happens. Sorry.”

There was absolutely no reason for her to apologize and he told her as such, “but can something else happen because unless you stop moving, it’s going to anyways and I’d rather have permission to do so.”

His strained voice made her grin and sitting back once again, she ran one hand down her belly and bracing with the other against his knee, she began rubbing her clit, “oh, I am good with everything else.”

Needing to ask one last time, “do you need any more Tea?”

“I have not got time for that now.” And she rubbed a little faster.

Wrapping his hand around himself, their knuckles kept bumping until they found a matched rhythm and as her muscles clenched and her head dropped back, he came as well, all over himself and her, not caring about anything in the moment but his Scully.

Then their combined mess along with the sweat generated by the last hour and a half suddenly got the better of his ass’s grip on the couch. She moved slightly, he shot forward, feet unable to catch him, and both, for a fleeting moment, wondered if there was an earthquake as they slid to the ground, Scully’s back sliding against the coffee table edge, Mulder’s bare butt landing on a crackling water bottle.

He managed to get an arm around her though, so she didn’t hit the floor at the worst angle ever and ‘sluggish but still there’ reflexes on her part had her move enough not to break his dick, softening but still hard enough to cause some trouble had it been bent sideways under her drunken weight.

Both then sat there in silence, until, of course, the giggles set in.

It took a good five minutes to get things under control and not set the other off with a simple look. Scully, now wrapped in one of Mulder’s many blankets, looked from the ¾ empty Long Island bottle to the water in her hand, “can I stay here tonight?”

Also in a blanket, and equally worried about the amount they’d consumed, he opened two more bottles of water for them, the world beginning to tilt again, “like I’d let you drive anywhere after that much Captain.”

Looking over at him, grin wide as she missed her mouth with the water bottle on the first try but making it the second, she swallowed half before speaking, “for a minute there, I actually did forget we worked together.”

“Me, too.”

Shifting up to give him a kiss on the cheek, she swayed into him, forgetting how to sit back upright momentarily, “now, if you would be so kind as to find me a pillow and another blanket, I am going to go clean up, then come back here and go to bed because if I do not lay down very soon, I am going to tip over even more than I am now.”

Contractions still gone, he knew she wasn’t kidding about the tipping thing, the alcohol coursing through her veins would have her asleep in seconds and sporting one hell of a headache tomorrow. Carefully standing, he got her up and to the bathroom, blanket firmly in place and then, collecting some pajama pants and a t-shirt for her, he handed them through the partially open door, ignoring the sounds of her peeing, then the water running.

Seriously, how many times could he fall in love in one evening?

Soon, she was back, curled on the couch, Oscar the Grouch shirt in place, blankets piled high, head deep in down pillow. Beckoning him to her level with her finger, he had to kneel, knowing if he leaned, he’d fall, “what’s up?”

“I love you, Mulder. You are my best friend and I love you.”

Kissing her forehead, he struggled to stand back up, “I love you and you are my best friend, too.” Pointing to the table, “I left you an empty pot so if you puke, do it in that, please, all right?”

“Do not forget one for yourself.”

Holding up his own, “got it. G’night.”

She was already asleep.

He would dream well tonight.

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Since the curtains and blinds were closed, the light didn’t wake either of them until late afternoon. Scully was up before Mulder and after downing several glasses of water and what felt like a handful of aspirin, she opened her forgotten Subway, settling with it on the couch, remote in hand.

Mulde wandered out a few minutes later and stared at her for a moment, then retrieved his sandwich as well, grabbing the bottle of aspirin before sitting down beside her, tugging half her blanket over his knees, “hi.”

“Hi.”

“What are we watching?”

“The Flintstones.”

Giving her wild hair and dark hickey on her neck a good, long look, he aimed a grin at her, “mind if I join you?”

Taking in a matching bruise on Mulder’s neck and his dancing eyes, “your couch.”

Settling in a little better, he unwrapped his roast beef on white, “so, honest answer, please. Should we be embarrassed or anything about last night?”

Scully thought while she chewed, then smiling crookedly, “the only thing I’m embarrassed about is having ended up on the floor.” Looking at him critically, “what about you? Honest answer.”

“Mostly I’m unnerved by how much my ass was sweating, in all seriousness.” Taking his first bite, he felt calmer than he had in forever, “want to stay over again tonight?”

“Sure. I hadn’t planned on leaving this couch until tomorrow at the earliest.”

“Mexican for dinner?”

“As long as they deliver.”

“They do.”

Mid-chew, she leaned over and kissed his t-shirted shoulder, “yay.”

#msr #nc-17 #a wee bit of smut #actually more than that #but whatever #xfiles fanfic #xfiles #MulderNScully #My writing

[inkandpen22]

Shared Minds and Shared Souls (9/?)

Pairing: Spike x Female!Reader 

Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, fluff, 

Word Count: 2k (exactly!)

Part Summary: Y/N and Spike are faced a very interesting dilemma that makes everyone wish they could have their memories wiped clean. Then, something unexpected happens... 

Masterlist

Spike leaps up from my bed and towers over the side frantically. “Y/N? Y/N, what’s wrong?!”

I pant, feeling like I’m floating on a cloud as I stare up at the pretty blue and white smoke clouds above me. “Nothing! I feel great!”

“You’re bloody glowing!” Spike rushes out.

I glance down at my naked body on the bed. Oh look at that, I am! I’m basically a glowing smurf!

I giggle, glancing over at Spike. “Like a night light!”

“Okay, we’re going to get you dressed! Then, we’re going to ask Red and Pixie why in the fucking hell you look like the sun baby from Teletubbies!” He instructs, losing his shit for some reason.

I grab Spike’s wrist to stop him. “Let’s do it again!”

”You’re! Bloody! Glowing!” He emphasizes each word.

I sit up up my knees and drape my arms over his shoulders. “Aw come on, Baby,” I pout. “You know you want to do it again. I know you felt it too, that glorious release like every cell of your being ascended into another world.” I plant a series of kisses down his neck and across his collarbone. “If you were a warlock you’d look like a damn glow stick, am I wrong?”

He appears crossed, contemplating his option thoroughly. “Fine! Ten minutes! Then, we’re getting this sorted!”

Hungrily- as if doing it again was his idea- Spike smashes his lips to mine. God, it was only fifteen minutes tops we weren’t physically connected and it was far too long. I can’t get enough of it.

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As promised, I complied and followed Spike downstairs. Gathered in the living room, I feel as though I’m on display. The last half hour... well... they’ve been interesting. I’m no longer glow so that’s good! The glowing faded once my heart rate subsided, but the need for Spike hasn’t gone anyway. When he moves, I move, and vice-versa. We can’t be more than an arm’s reach away from one another. It’s as though I can read his mind, I can tell just by looking at him what he’s thinking.

As Spike speaks up in the conversation, I listen back in.

“Let me check that I’m hearing you right Watcher, so when Y/N and I shagged, I made her finish so hard that she physically left her body,” he pieces together.

Everyone groans in disgust. I swat him on the arm, causing him to whine.

“Spike!” Buffy snaps warningly.

“Jesus,” Xander curses under his breath.

“I’m not answering that,” Giles refuses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But sadly, in a way, yes,” he mumbles reluctantly.

Spike gives my thigh a squeeze, peering over at me with a cheeky grin. “Well, that fascinating ain’t it.”

“I’m not complaining,” I giggle quietly to him.

“If I remember correctly you were begging for it,” Spike whispers in my ear.

“Y/N!” A voice calls, but I’m too enthralled by the vampy next to me.

“Want to stay at the crypt tonight?” Spike offers in a purr.

I nod, my eyes falling to his lips needfully. He notices and leans in to satisfy me.

“Y/N!” Giles so rudely interrupts.

“What?!” My head snaps in the direction of the Watcher and he flinches, rightfully afraid.

Spike drapes his arm over my shoulders, bringing me into his side protectively. “Calm down, Love. Wouldn’t want to explode on accident,” he eases me gently.

I rub my hand up and down his leg comfortingly as I narrow my gaze at the older man across the room.

“You sought too much!” Giles explains harshly. “You consumed too much power, especially for your recovery state! When you let go at that depth inside someone else’s mind, you basically become sired to them!” The man removes his glasses to clean them anxiously.

“Oh my God,” I pout, pretending to care in the slightest.

“Is that such a bad thing?” Spike grins at the Scoobies unapologetically.

I address my pretty man, placing my hand against his chest. “Not at all, Baby.” I plant a sweet kiss to his lips.

“But Y/N is human,” Buffy points out correctly. “How could she be sired?”

“It’s not really a siring,” Giles struggles to articulate. “It’s honestly a piece of Y/N’s is existing in Spike and vice-versa. They basically blended their entities, becoming one in two bodies.”

“Is that why they’re so clingy?” Xander inquires, cowering in disgust.

“Yes,” Giles puts simply.

“Oh thank God,” Xander and Buffy say in unison.

Spike places a peck to my neck and mutters against my skin. “Would you like to stay at my place tonight? We can go all night long, Love,” he smiles against my neck.

I hum, “you know I do.”

“Okay, that’s it! We have to keep them apart,” Buffy snaps.

“What?!” Spike and I both break free of our hormonal daze.

“Spike can stay at Xander’s,” Buffy declares.

“Over my dead body,” Xander declares.

“That can be arranged,” I remark, not taking the scaredy-cat’s threat seriously.

Spike snickers, biting down on his lip to suppress the reaction.

“I’m not going anywhere without Spike!” I argue.

Spike tucks his fingers beneath my chin and directs my face to look at him. “Don’t worry, My Love, I won’t let them do that to us.”

Buffy appears in front of us, sitting on the coffee table directly across from me. “Y/N, what you feel for Spike isn’t real! I’ve been under a love spell with Spike before too, I get it! You have to believe me when I say that you don’t really feel this way!”

“But it is real Buffy!” I tell my cousin wholeheartedly.

“No Y/N!” She barks protectively. “You were vulnerable, Spike took advantage of you, and now you’re both stuck in some shared-soul-lovely-dovey mind trap! You would never kiss Spike intentionally and you certainly wouldn’t sleep with him!”

“Oh but she did,” Spike informs her calmly.

Buffy directs her attention at the man beside me. He simply narrows his eyes at her with a proud smirk.

“What do you mean?” She switches her sight between us nervously.

Spike leans forward, resting his arms on his knees. “Y/N and I felt it the day we met. She accidentally got in my head when we were fighting, we kissed, and ever since then we’ve tried to deny it but we’re drawn to each other. So there!” He adds as a final dig.

“This connection may be deeper than I originally predicted then,” Giles interjects. “If Y/N has truly been in Spike’s head repeatedly and has grown affections for him as a result, then this may be harder to reverse. Buffy was right, we need to separate them until we figure out a solution.”

“No!” Spike and I shout in unison.

“Willow, Tara, what we talked about!” Buffy shouts, returning to her safe place beside Giles.

The duo steps forward, reaching into their pockets. Spike grips my knee protectively. Defensively, I sit up, ready to take on any sort of spell they send our way. An immense sense of protection towards Spike overwhelms me. A charge and burst of energy ignite deep inside. My hands start to shake as my body begins to feel jittery.

I start to panic, I’ve never felt this way before! I don’t recognize this kind of energy. I snap my eyes up from my hands to Buffy, full of fear. Her face falls once she sees my reaction, comprehending that I have no control.

My pulse quickens and an all too familiar jolt knocks me back onto the couch. My eyes fall shut as I wince at the sudden surge, a raging headache consumes my mind.

“Y/N!” Spike grips my wrists, unafraid to touch me now.

My eyes snap open, all I see is the bright white light with blue edges. I hear everyone’s voices and see them, but it’s like they’re behind a blue vail.

“Uh, what’s happening?” Xander steps in front of Anya and backs away. “Willow!”

“I’m not sure! She must have the transferred energy still inside her and we triggered it somehow!” Willow yells, creeping back with Tara close beside her.

“She doesn’t know what she’s doing!” Tara adds.

I rise to my feet and peer down at my hands. Waves of electricity travel between my fingers, how pretty. I giggle, this could be fun. I might ride this pretty blue wave for a while.

Spike appears in front of me and grips my shoulders, lowering himself to my height. “Y/N! Y/N, look at me! This isn’t you!”

“You’re right,” I chuckle wickedly. “I’m ten times better now!”

“Spike, we have to restrain her somehow!” Buffy yells.

“No!” He barks at her over his shoulder. “Stay out of this Buffy!”

I snicker, amused by Spike finally telling off Buffy. Aw no, did the Slayer get put down?

Spike turns his attention back to me, but my focus remains on the group behind him.

“Y/N! Y/N, Baby, listen to me! You don’t use dark magic remember?!”

I scan the faces of each of the Scoobies. I dare one of them to tear me away from Spike. They don’t understand what we have! So what if I am practically sired to him? I don’t care if a part of my soul is trapped in him and the other way around!

Spike cups my face aggressively and makes me meet his gaze. His cornflower-blue eyes plead with me. I can’t deny my focus once I see them. They hypnotize me.

“You don’t believe magic should be used to cause harm!” Spike urgently tries to remind me.

I nod, processing his words. “You’re right.”

I wave my hand across the room with a flick of my wrist. Everyone falls to the floor with a thud except for me and Spike.

I peek over Spike’s shoulder with a grin. Well, that was easy! Watching all of them laying there in a pile is so sweet.

Spike frowns at my reaction and turns over his shoulder to see what I’ve done. I step beside him as he takes in the scene before us.

“What... what did you do?” He mutters, sounding nearly speechless.

“Don’t worry, they’re just fast asleep,” I shrug nonchalantly.

They’ll wake up... eventually. I’m still kind of getting used to all of this energy inside me so I’m not sure of the longevity of my spells.

“This isn’t you,” Spike repeats as he stares at the clump of Scoobies. “I’m not talking to Y/N. I’m talking to the magic that’s lingering inside her.”

Honestly, he’s starting to sound like a nag. Blah, blah, blah, words, words, word, goodness! Why is everyone cramping my new style?!

“Same difference,” I inform him a matter-of-factly. Holding up my two palms, I demonstrate. “Y/N is magic, magic is Y/N.”

Spike shakes his head, “Y/N, the real Y/N, would never do this. She believes in healing, protective, and elemental magic. This... this is manipulation and destruction.”

Ignoring his preaching, I hold out my hand. “Take my hand.”

He peers over at me, an unfamiliar expression etched on his features. It’s almost worrying, maybe even fearful.

“Why?” He asks simply.

My brows scrunch together in confusion. His reaction isn’t what I was expecting. He’s supposed to be the big-bad, right? Why is he acting apologetic and hero-like all of sudden?

I reach up and caress his cheek gently, no longer hesitant to touch him. After all, we’re already dividing our souls. There’s nothing more to give.

“I’m taking us somewhere safe,” I assure him. “Just you and me.”

His eyes remain almost guilt-ridden as he glances over at Buffy and her friends. This isn’t the Spike I know. The Spike I’m falling in love with. Nevertheless, he slips his hand into mine and gives it a comforting squeeze. His eyes pour into mine.

“I’ll go with you, but only to get the real Y/N back,” he states warningly. “I’m never letting you out of my sight until I do.”

I snicker wickedly, “looking forward to it.”

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[oreosmama]

Who Dunnit (Kylo Ren x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Someone left their panties in the control room after what must have been a night of fun and Hux is determined to find out who.

A/N: Small lil thing that I’ve had rolling around in the ol’ hat rack for a while. Hope you like it!

Word count: 643

        “What the hell is this?” Hux’s voice when he was angry was all-too familiar, but today there was an added element of pure abhorrence. 

        Curious, you glanced up from your holopad to whatever the general had screeched about only to widen your eyes at the sight. 

        Panties. 

        More specifically, the black lace panties Kylo had torn off you after last night’s mischievous “rendezvous” in the control room. 

        Fuck.         “Oh-” Hux turned his attention to you and maintained furious eye contact while one index finger continued to point at the pair of destroyed undergarments flung directly behind his main computer. “-Oh, my God, how disgusting!” you choked out, trying to avoid the burning of your cheeks. “Sir, I will take care of that right away for you.” 

        You rose from your chair and took two steps forward only to rethink your plan and grab two number two pencils, reaching for the panties and stabbing them ever so precariously. With pursed lips, you lifted them up at just the perfect height to make awkward eye contact with Hux over the torn waistband. 

        One lone eye twitched while the other was so wide you could almost see your panicking reflection in his cornea. “Burn them,” he hissed, “and never speak of this again.”

        “Y-yes sir,” you nodded, “of course, sir.” As fast and discreetly as you could, you speedwalked over to the doors that led into the hallway.

        “YN, wait!” Hux’s back was to you as you flinched and turned to face him.

        “Yes, sir?” 

        Fuck fuck fuck.

        “You hear any word of who might’ve done this, you bring it straight to me, understood?”

        Hallelujah.

        “Yes, sir.” Without another word, you dashed into the hallway, hightailing it as fast as you could run with your two arms precariously holding your own panties between a couple of pencils before you crashed into something solid.

        “Oof,” you coughed, bouncing back and shaking away the disorientation of the collision, only to meet eyes with the very culprit.

        “YN.” Kylo acknowledged your presence curtly as he had agreed to do for the past few months since your relationship had started. With his mask removed, you could almost see his eyes bug out of his brain when he noticed just what exactly you had been holding.

        “Is that…?”

        “Yep.” You nodded with nervous eyes. 

        “Yours?”

        “Yep.”

        “From yesterday?”

        “Mmhmm.”

        “Where did-”

        “The control room.” 

        “Fuck.” Kylo ran a hand through his hair and breathed out a sigh, eyes still locked on the panties you were currently stabbing. “Who-”

        “Hux.”

        “Damn.” He nodded and gestured to you. “Does he know they’re-”

        “No.”

        “Thank God.”

        “Yeah,” you scoffed and shook your head, trying to ignore the way even the sight of Kylo left you feeling. “Well, I better-”

        “Yes, of course.” Once more, he nodded, gesturing to the panties. “You… do that.”

        Awkward silence settled around the two of you as you watched the other over the outstretched pencils. Kylo’s eyes flickered with something more than you could decipher at such a moment while you squeezed your thighs together. 

        Finally, he made the first move to turn away and stepped aside to let you pass. 

        As you did so, a single hand snagged your hip to stop you in place before a pair of lips planted on the skin just above your collarbone. 

        “Same time tonight?” Kylo whispered, kissing the mark you had tried so hard to cover up. 

        “Yes,” you hummed, tilting your head to let his lips travel further up your already marked neck.

        “Same place?”

        “No!”

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[lonely-teddy-bear]

RAFE CAMERON SMUT PLEASEEE about him and the reader being best friends, and he gets jealous of her and topper. so one night, he pushes her into the bathroom and takes her right then and there

Edge of desire

word count: 3.18k

warnings: 18+, NSFW, pure smut :) ALSO CONSENT FIRST AND USE PROTECTION ALL THE TIME :)

A/N: IM BACK AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS. IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST THIS BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOD. 

You were currently at a party at the residence of the Cameron’s. It was normal for you to be at their home every weekend because they threw parties and because you were best friends with Sarah and Rafe, especially Rafe. You felt closer to Rafe than Sarah and after Sarah started dating a pogue you might have drifted off a little but still had a close connection. Rafe didn’t mind spending all his time with you, in fact he loved having you around. 

Now parties were not your favorite thing because it meant you would have to take care of Rafe. He would always get drunk or high or both and if he was doing coke on the coffee table then you were more aware of your surroundings. Things always seemed to get out of control at his parties and you hated them. You hated them more because you were scared for Rafe and his addiction. You had been by his side and tried to help him and have had long talks with him. At first they worked but at some point he just wouldn’t care. But tonight was different, he wasn’t doing drugs, actually you haven’t seen him do drugs at his parties, he would drink but not do drugs. 

You were in the kitchen leaning on the counter while holding a drink. You were watching everyone having fun and laughing and then you saw Rafe by the doorway. You caught him looking at you throughout the night but you would just smile at him and continue drinking and dancing. 

You were brought back to reality when you felt an arm around your waist and turned around to see it was Topper. 

Now you might have had a small crush on Topper but because he dated Sarah you didn’t want to create drama but dating him even though she said it was fine. 

“Hey beautiful. Been looking for you all night. What are you doing in the kitchen?” You smiled at him and just shrugged. 

You raised your red cup to him to show him you were drinking, “just wanted to drink alone. You know how I feel about parties.” You heard him chuckle while you looked back at the crowd. You didn’t know who you were looking for but you were looking for them. 

“Yeah I know but,” you felt him pull you from your waist towards his body and whisper in your ear. “I could make your night funner you know.” You looked at him and looked at his eyes and you couldn’t help but to look at his lips. He didn’t say anything but smirked at you and you saw him leaning in ready to kiss you. 

You felt your heart pound even though this wasn’t your first time kissing him, you’ve actually hooked up and always flirt with each other. 

Rafe, who was at the end of the other room was staring at you kissing his guy best friend. He has seen you many times kiss him and flirt with him and he always shook it off but he always tried to forget it by using drugs but he had given them up just for you. 

He had heard you crying to Sarah one night about how she felt and how she was always scared that you might die one day because of the drugs. He had never felt so heartbroken and since that night he decided to show her that he had quit but thought she didn’t notice. 

He had been drinking the same cup of beer through the night and the now empty cup was being squeezed in his hands. He was seeing red when looking at Topped pulling you towards him while he leaned on the kitchen counter and you in his body. You were on your tippy toes due to the height difference and Rafe just wished that was you and him. 

Something came over Rafe that caused him to walk over to get a cup of beer and then walk towards the couple making out in the kitchen. 

He pretend as if he wasn't looking where he was going when he bumped into your shoulder and spilled the beer over your dress. You stopped kissing Topper and turned around cursing under your breath. “What the fuck. Rafe? What the hell?” You saw him and he just looked at Topper and then at you. 

“Oops guess you’ll have to go clean yourself up, maybe even change.” He looked down at your now wet dress and then looked back up at you with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at him and his childish acts. You turned towards Topper and excused yourself and told him how sorry you were. Topper said nothing to you because he was glaring at Rafe for ruining his moment. 

Rafe just smirked at him while he grabbed your and pulled away from Topper and away from the kitchen. 

You didn’t argue and followed him up the stairs and thought he was taking you to the bathroom to clean yourself up, but instead ended up in his room. You looked at him in confusion. 

“You need to change clothes, that's why I brought you to my room. You can use the bathroom to clean yourself up.” You rolled your eyes at him and walked towards the bathroom. You didn’t bother closing the door because you were going to wait for him to bring your clothes. In the meantime you were cleaning your dress with a wet towel to get the smell of beer off which was useless because you were becoming wetter. 

You looked up to the mirror when you heard Rafe clear his throat. He had a shirt in his hand but he was staring at you with dark eyes. You couldn’t see his blue eyes and his eyes seemed to darken up when he was angry. 

“Are you okay Rafe?” He didn’t say anything but walked deeper into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. 

You looked at him confused. “Rafe…. what are you doing?” He walked closer to you and when he was close enough he placed the shirt he had in his hand by the sink and leaned down to your ear. 

“You know I really don’t like seeing you with Topper. It drives me crazy when you kiss him, when you flirt with him, and you do it all in front of me.” He talked with gritted teeth sounding more serious and more mad. You felt his hand touching yours and then slowly trailing his finger up, goosebumps appearing at every touch he left behind. 

“I stopped doing drugs and getting blackout drunk for you, and for what? To just get ignored and for you to go after my fucking best friend?” You didn’t say anything but swallowed because you weren’t scared but you felt something else. 

His hand reached up to your collarbone and then felt him wrap his hand around your throat. You weren’t faced because he always jokingly choked you when fake fighting but this time it turned you on. 

“I want you to want me, not Topper. Does he make you feel the things I do to you? Because trust me babe I’ve seen how you react towards me without you having a clue.” 

You had noticed the little things, like how suddenly you started feeling butterflies when he hugged you from behind or when he stared at you and told you how beautiful you looked even when you had just gotten out of bed. You noticed how he started hanging more with you than with his friends, he started getting along with the pogues because you told him to stop. You saw him change and you knew the things he did to you but you didn’t want to admit them to yourself. 

“I want you y/n. I want to show everyone, especially Topper that you are mine and not his, I want to kiss you in front of him at parties, at gatherings, anywhere. I want to be able to leave marks on you and I want to fuck you whenever and wherever I want.” You were breathing deeper and it was harder to swallow. You felt him kiss you behind the ear and started trailing kisses down your neck. He moved so he could be in front of you and to be able to have more access to your neck. You moved your head back and let out a moan when he found your sweet spot. The hand on your neck moved to the back of your neck and moved up to grab you from the hair. While he pulled your head back by the hair he kissed down lower towards your chest and then you felt him lick you. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his tongue on your chest. He moaned and licked you more. 

“You taste like beer and something sweet.” He pulled away from you and looked at you and then at your wet dress. 

“You’re gonna remove that or will I have to rip it from you?” Your eyes widened and quickly pulled your dress down not wanting him to rip it because it was one of your favorites and one of his. 

He didn’t look away from your eyes as you removed your dress, struggling from how tight it was from where it was wet.

Once the dress was on the floor Rafe picked you up by the hips and placed you in the sink. You winced at the coldness of the counter touching your thighs but quickly forgot about it when you felt Rafe’s lips touch yours. One of his hands were in your hips while the other one was on your neck. You couldn’t help but to moan on his lips from how rough he was kissing you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, you couldn’t help but to wrap your legs around his hips. The hand that was on your neck moved to your waist and pulled you closer to him. 

You moaned when you felt something poking you in between your legs. One of your hands moved from his neck and trailed down his body and down to his pants. You placed your hands over his bulge and felt him tense up and let out a moan when you pushed your hand harder making him feel pressure. He moved his lips from yours and looked at you in your eyes before giving you one last kiss.

“You shouldn’t have done that babe.” He moved away from you and didn’t look away. He was smirking while he unbuckled his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers. Your eyes widened when you saw how big he was. He walked closer to you, he placed a hand under your chin making you look up to his eyes. “Hope you know how to keep quiet, unless you want the whole party to hear you, even Topper.”

You gulped and then yelled when he pulled you off the counter and turned you around making you face the mirror. You felt his hand on your back, pushing you down on the counter so your ass was in the air for him. You felt exposed but you didn’t care because it was all for Rafe. you felt his hands roam from your back and move down to your ass. You looked up to see him through the mirror and saw him looking down at you and then looked up, catching you watching. He sent you a wink, then continued looking down with a smirk. You felt his hands go to your hips and yelped at the burning sensation of your underwear being ripped from your body. 

“Rafe!” You couldn’t help but to scream at him, he had just ripped some new pair of undies and for him to just rip them?

“Shhhh save that for later,” he winked at you through the mirror and looked back down. He found this funny but not you.

You continued looking at him through the mirror but gasped when you felt him slide his cock into your pussy. You closed your eyes and tried to get used to his size but he didn’t give you time because he was already pulling and pushing back in. One hand moved from your waist to your hair and grabbed it, making you open your eyes and gasping. You were used to him pulling your hair when you play fighting but this was different, he was pulling your hair while he fucked you in his bathroom counter.

The hold on your hair and waist would get tighter the faster he went. You could see his face and how much he was enjoying it and you could also see your makeup running from your eyes. You felt your breast rubbing against the counter and at some point you placed your hands on the mirror so you wouldn’t hit yourself.

“Fuck Y/n, you feel so good. You are so good at being quiet, a little too quiet for my liking.” You looked at him and saw him smirking and you knew what he was thinking.

He stopped funking you and pulled you up by the hair making you squeal. He wrapped an arm around your breasts and the other one went to your lower waste. You could still feel him inside of you which made you be on your tippy toes to make it easier for him to fuck you. He gave you a kiss on the neck before sliding back deeper into you. You moaned at the new feeling, you leaned your head back while he thrusted into you. The hand on your waist moved lower and tensed up when you felt his hand go to your cunt. You felt him rub you, causing you to moan but felt him stop just so he could grab you by the chin and make you face the mirror. 

“I want you to watch me fuck you and touch you. Got it?” You nodded and didn’t look away from him. You saw his hand move back down to where it was before and saw him rub you. You could still feel him fucking you but stopped for a moment to change places. You felt him push his cock in into the other hole making you gasped and moan out loud. You saw him smirk through the mirror and at first you thought he was enjoying this but instead he pushed his finger inside you which made you moan louder. Rafe started fucking you faster, making you walk foward so you could lean on the counter but it didn’t stop him from adding another finger inside you. He kept going faster in both ends and you didn’t know what to do but to touch your chest and move a hand down to touch yourself. Rafe knew what you were doing but didn’t stop you. His other hand moved towards your neck, choking you lightly and making you lean up towards his body.

“I want to see you touch yourself while I fuck you with my cock and my fingers.” He kissed the back of your neck and didn’t stop ficking you until you were moaning nonstop and whimpering.

“Rafe please, I need to- I need to come.” He didn’t have to hear you twice because he was on edge as well and just wanted you to come already. He stopped ficking you, he pulled his fingers out of you and turned you around. He moved your hand away from your pussy and carried you up to the counter where you would be back seated on it. You stared at him confused but then realized what he was going to do when he got down to his knees. Your eyes widened and gasped when you felt him spread your legs wide open and kissed you on both sides of yout thighs before kissing you right where you wanted him. Your hand immediately went to his hair and pulled on it when you felt his tongue on your wet pussy. You closed your eyes and moaned when he went faster and would just move his tongue perfectly. It wasn’t long for you to feel your climax, causing you to moan and grab Rafe’s hair thighter which caused him to moan onto you. You felt his moan causing you to come faster and harder. He pulled his face away from your pussy and shoved two fingers inside and pupped faster. You could feel him staring at you, you on the other hand had your eyes closed and moaning. Once Rafe knew you were done coming he stopped and pulled his fingers out. You opened your eyes slowly and saw him leaking his fingers all while staring at you.

“You know how long I wanted to hear you moan? Especially when it was me causing that moan?” All you could do was chuckle and give him a small smile.

He cleaned himself up and fixed his pants up before turning towards the door. “I’ll et you to clean yourself up. I’ll get you your clothes.”

Once you were done cleaning yourself you opened the door and poke your head out to see if Rafe was around. You found him sitting on the corner of his bed and as if he heard you he looked up and smiled at you. “You can come out, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked,” he chuckled before he looked back down to his phone.

You walked out and quickly grabbed the shirt that was on the bed and pulled it over your head and once you were covered you felt better. You grabbed the shorts that looked familiar. 

“Are this mine?” You looked at Rafe and saw him looking at the shorts and then at you. He nodded and gave you a raised brow, “You left them here last time you came to the pool, said about keeping extra clothes.” You nodded, remembering that you in fact had left some clothes just in case. 

Once you were all dressed up you both headed out the room and felt Rafe grab your hand but it made you pull away. He grabbed your forearm causing you to stop and look at you in pure confusion. 

“So I can’t hold your hand but I can fuck you?” You shushed him and looked around hoping no one heard him. You saw him roll his eyes.

“Y/n everyone is going to know, you look like you just had sex, especially with the marks around your neck.” You had tried hiding it with your hair but it wouldn’t work either way. You didn’t say anything and let him grab your hand and led you down the stairs back to the party.

People were staring at you both and started whispering, you looked around for Topper and when you finally found him you saw him glaring at both of you and walking away.

Guess he knew that I fucked his best friend.

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[so-writing]

Stream - Valter Skarsgard

Request - You’re Valters mod for his twitch stream and you finally meet up and end up hooking up

Smut is rusty but I tried lol. Enjoy!

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Fifteen minutes or so? You good?

I knew who the text was from before I looked at my phone.

Yeah, did you post anything about this on social media earlier in the day? 

No. I’m spontaneous, you know that.

How many times had I told Valter to tweet or post a story to Instagram a few hours earlier than he planned to stream to try and get new viewers? The answer is too many.

Right. See you there, Valter.

He knew how to both press my buttons until I was furious and charm the shit out of me to the point that I could not be mad at him. I spent the remaining time until the stream getting my computer set up and grabbing a bottle of iced tea and a snack for later. Valter usually streamed for quite a while and I didn’t like to spend too much time away from the screen. 

The large majority of his viewers were longtime fans of his that were respectful and fun to chat with. That didn’t mean there weren’t people that came to his stream only to harass and compare him to his brothers. 

A few years ago we’d been on a FaceTime call, both of us being pretty inebriated, he’d shyly admitted he hoped I’d understand why it was important to keep those trolls out, without giving me the actual reason. As unbothered as he claimed to be, I knew that these people rubbed Valter the wrong way. He had a lot of pride and, despite never meeting in person, we’d been friends for years and I could read his his facial expressions and the slight changes in his voice. 

His famous last name both opened and closed doors for him in many different ways. I tried my hardest to make sure his streams belonged to him and him only. The rest of the family would have to take a backseat. 

It was later than he normally streamed in his country, and much later than that in mine but despite the time, the stream was going well and the watchers were very engaging without being intrusive. The first time I had to step in and lay down the law was about an hour and a half in, much later than I normally would have to.

First time watch but won’t be the last!!!! Sexy as hell accent!!!!

A small giggle escaped my lips as I fired off a general message to the chat about keeping it clean even if you think it’s a tame opinion. Valter wasn’t generally bothered by comments on his accent and this one was barely vulgar but if it continued and got weird, I’d take care of it.

Valter chuckled as he read the comment before returning his attention to the game. It made the new watcher bolder.

So sexy, you’re so sexy. Your accent. Your face. YOU. Dude fuck me

Enough. Time for me to step in. I sent the chat another message about being respectful before directly contacting “Hottie444”.

I informed this person that their behavior was inappropriate and that this was their only warning. If they continued to speak the way they had been, they’d get kicked. 

The message I received was very polite and understanding of what they had done. I assumed it was over at that point. 

Seventeen minutes passed until I was proven wrong.

Your rent a cop told me to keep in clean but fuck that loser. FUCK ME VALTER IF U WONT SEND A BROTHER PLEASE

Time for Hottie444 to go. A handful of other watchers scolded them for making gross remarks and bringing up Valter’s family. I quickly banned the user and sent Valter a message to make sure he was good. 

That moron is gone. I’m sorry I let that first thing go, I thought it would be something harmless. 

It’s fine. I felt similar initially but I’m glad you took them out. I’m about to end the stream anyway.

Valter announced that he would be departing soon and just a few minutes after he left, my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” the depth of his voice would always surprise me, “I’ve got a proposition for you.”

*

“You should not be this nervous,” I spoke into the mirror at my own reflection. I should not be this nervous to meet someone I’d known for years. 

Valter’s proposition was that we should meet and stream together, mod and streamer on at the same time to give the viewers a deeper look. I was down to do it. That was two months ago and now that I was standing in the airport bathroom staring at myself like a crazy person as I began to doubt my decision. 

We had face chatted probably hundreds of times but there was something completely different about meeting him in person. I knew him as Valter, just Valter. It was easy to block out the fact that he was a Skarsgard when I didn’t have to think about it.

I did have to think about it when I entered a special gate sanctioned off for celebrities and the wealthy. Valter was somebody important, he may not have made much of a mark on the world yet but I knew he would, and I was somebody regular. 

Dropping into a luxurious armchair while I waited at the gate for his plane to taxi in, I googled him. I had always known who he was and who he was related to but to see it his face so easily splashed all over the internet with his gorgeous family alongside him fueled my uneasiness. 

I jumped out of the chair as soon as people starting emerging from the gate. I didn’t have to wait long, only one other person exited before Valter did. He was so much taller than I could have imagined and, much to my annoyance, so beautiful.

“Hey,” he pulled my much smaller frame than his into a hug, “it’s awesome to finally meet.” 

“I agree, I’m so pumped to finally see you in the flesh!”

We exchanged pleasantries and talked about Twitch as I drove us to my apartment. I told Valter he would probably prefer a hotel but he insisted on staying with me. To make the stream authentic, he said. After seeing his gorgeous face, intimidating height and hearing his sexy accent while he was right in front of me (Hottie444 had always been spot on) I didn’t object to him staying in my apartment. 

*

“Valter, when do you want to stream? It’s been two days and as much as I love touring the city and eating my weight in tacos with you, I thought you were here to stream and expand.”

He was standing in front of my coffee maker watching the caffeine drip into the pot and silent for far too long after I asked him what he wanted to do.

“I have no intention of streaming alongside you,” he paused for a moment while he poured coffee into his cup, “I’m just so fucking tired of wanting you.”

It was unexpected and he had fully pulled the wool over my eyes under the guise of coming to see me to stream. We’d known each other for years but I never even considered a scenario where we would have a romantic relationship. None of that mattered at the moment though, here he was standing in my kitchen telling me he wanted me and it didn’t take me long to decide what to do.

His full cup of coffee fell to the floor as I rushed him, connecting my mouth to his while pushing my body as close to him as I possibly could. His lips were soft and lovely and when he used his tongue to ask for permission to pass my lips, I happily obliged. 

Valter had nearly a foot on me and every time he touched me I realized how big his hands were and how much his embrace affected me. He placed his arms under my ass and lifted me up while he kissed my breasts through my shirt as we made our way toward the bedroom.

“This is going to ruin our professional relationship,” I giggled as he slammed me down on the bed and stripped off his clothes. 

Though he’d removed his own quickly, he took time removing my clothing. Intentionally rubbing the thick strap of my bra against my sensitive nipple and pushing the fabric of my panties against my clit while rubbing roughly had my core throbbing. Valter knew what he was doing and he knew it was working. 

“Good,” he positioned himself between my legs after he relieved me of my clothes, “I’m not interested in you professionally,” he pushed the tip of his penis just barely into my folds, “just personally.”

The feeling of his hard cock had me reeling. Every part of Valter was beautiful but especially his gorgeous cock and I knew that I would end our night together with him emptying himself inside me, but not before I came all over him first. 

“Holy shit,” blonde hair was matted to his forehead, “you are so stubborn. I just want you to come for me.”

I tried my hardest to hold out, despite my shaking legs and aching clitoris. He had been through enough of my resistance and it was time to let go. 

A deep moan escaped my lips as I gave myself to him. My pussy clenched around his cock while my fingernails scraped his back and my lips sucked at his collarbone.

“Oh my god,” the words were just above a whisper, “Valter, fuck!”

My legs were trembling as he emptied himself inside me, pushing his hips against mine while he buried himself deep between my thighs. We kept our bodied entwined as we slowed our breathing and came down. He gave my forehead a small peck as he pulled out and adjusted himself.

“So,” he pushed his hair off his face and ran his hand beneath my breast, squeezing gently but enough to arouse me a bit, “should we stream?”

#valter skarsgard #Valter Skarsgård #valter skarsgard imagine #smut #I think #tagging is no fun #thanks for the request anon

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heey, i was wondering if you could make an imagine with cal, in which he likes the reader and everyone knows but she is oblivious to it. Thanks in advance and sorry if my english isn't perfect I am actually Brazilian. Love ur writing btw

Hey there! I could definitely make it, hence this fic hehe ;) It was fun writing it because an oblivious reader is a first for me. You’re welcome and don’t worry, your english is fine! I hope I didn’t use any difficult words in the fic for you. And thank you! Hope you like the fic 😁😊💕

“The Two Faces of Bracca”

Cal Kestis x Reader

Tags: Non-Jedi! Reader, Oblivious! Reader

Masterlist

The rain had stopped for once in Bracca.

Cal’s division was granted a half-day. It has been a while since they last received such a privilege—that is technically a work benefit—after working on the new acquisitions for a whole week.

“See ya later, Cal!” Prauf waved as Cal walked away.

“Yeah, you too!” the young boy waved back.

He navigated through the inside of the gigantic machinery: shimmying through tight spaces, scaling grates from one level to another, and swung on ropes between large gaps. Cal was a natural at this—after all, he practically grew up here. After passing by a few more workers who have recognized him—and his purpose—they point him to a direction the moment they meet eyes with him; Cal, in turn, nods back at them as a silent thanks, then continues on his way.

He traverses through a series of winding turns in halls that are now tilted sideways due to the position of the ship, risky climbs that involved grabbing on rickety ventilation grates, and climbing up a thick cable as the last part of his route to reach the bridge of an abandoned Republic frigate.

“Hey, [y/n]!” he called as he pulls himself up to the ledge of the opening.

You immediately stop your welding, took off you mask and acknowledged his presence.

“Oh Cal, hey there,”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

He walked up to you and stood next to you, glancing over your shoulder and studying whatever it was you were tinkering.

“What are you still doing here? Today’s a half day!”

“Oh, right. I clocked out earlier with the rest of you guys, I just went back to finish this.”

“A speeder?”

“Yeah, well, sometimes the lifts barely fly or that the pilot droid’s busted so I figured this would be a better alternative—it’s only a prototype. I think it isn’t conducive for driving yet. I was just about to finish for today.”

You blanketed the speeder with an old canvas tarp and prepared to get yourself cleaned. Cal willingly helped you out in putting away your tools.

“So, are you going to Qeb’s blow-out tonight? His treat, he says.”

“Oh, that was today?”

Cal nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely be there!” you beamed.

“Great! I was… I was thinking we’d go there together.”

“I’d really love that, Cal,”

You could’ve sworn you spotted some color on Cal’s cheeks—even in the dimness of the sky and under the roof of your hideout. You bite your lip and pretend that you didn’t notice it.

“Well, that should be all of your stuff. I gotta go and get changed too.”

“Sure, I’ll see you tonight then,”

“Meet me at the scrapyard’s entrance gates?”

“Of course,”

Cal dismissed himself and left the bridge in the same path he got there. As soon as he got far enough from the bridge, he smuggled a celebratory smile and hissed a very private “Yes!” as he exited your hideout.

Cal met up with Prauf shortly after his visit to you.

“Oh, there you are, kid! Where have you run off to?”

“I just went to [y/n],” Cal couldn’t resist the smile curling up in his lip, it was one of those unconscious yet natural smiles. “I asked her to come with to Qeb’s little party at the pub.”

“So, it’s a date then?” Prauf teased, seeing that he was hopelessly smitten.

The warm color returned to Cal’s cheeks and he has no full control of it. The boy stammers his way to a coherent answer. Prauf bellowed in an endeared laughter.

“Come on, it’s not like that…” Cal defended.

“Oh, Cal, I think it is like that!”

Cal shrugged off the teasing and headed back to his place—an abandoned Venator that he has made into his home. He sheds his black-and-orange poncho on a makeshift rack—one of the many makeshift fixtures that he has resourcefully crafted ever since he’s called dibs on the abandoned ship—followed by removing the top part of his jumpsuit and then proceeds to get himself cleaned.

It was quiet inside his Venator home, but it was a peace that he had grown accustomed to.

He splashes a handful of cold water onto his face. He tilts his face away from the basin, letting the droplets trickle down his neck, his collarbones, and finally down to the groove in the center of his chest. The moonlight shines over the mirror with his foggy reflection, he gently scratches away the grime that collected on his face which he subsequently rinses off. He sighed under the moonlight, then scoops water into his cupped hands and brings it to his mouth. For his finishing touch, he combs and rakes his scarlet hair back like how he always have kept it.

Donning a fresh, black jumpsuit and a second poncho that looks exactly the same as the one he hung, he exits the Venator and makes his way to the entrance gates of the scrapyard—exactly where he promised you and he would meet.

“There you are,”

Your voice caused Cal to spin around until he spots you standing next to him. This was his first time seeing you with your hair down, since you always wear it in a ponytail during work. He examined you from head to toe: a black shirt under a navy blue, sleeveless leather coat, beige pants, and black boots. A new sight from your usually scrapper’s blue jumpsuit and poncho.

“Have you been waiting for a while?” you hummed.

“No, no. Not really,”

“Oh, that’s a relief. Thought I kept you waiting.”

“No, you didn’t. Don’t worry,” he smiled.

Cal walked by your side on the way to the pub, the both of you shouldered through the dense crowd in the city. It wasn’t an easy route though, some of the people accidentally bump or brush against your shoulder or arm as you follow the flow of the foot traffic. Cal decided to put his hand on the small of your back—which somehow made you flinch—guiding you while keeping you close to him.

“You look great, by the way,” Cal bashfully said, in the very little window of time where neither of you are pushing your way through the traffic.

“Thanks, you too.”

Eventually, you’ve arrived to the bar where the get-together was happening. It seems that they were about to start when you and Cal came in. There weren’t many who came, but most of them were from work—ones that you worked closely with and the friendlier ones too. All of you shared a table, exchanged stories about the past week over some drinks.

“I saw [y/n] work on something cool earlier,” Cal blurted and now everyone wants in on it.

“Oh? Let’s hear it!” Qeb, the Besalisk host, insisted.

“Nah, it was only a prototype. It’s a speeder I modified that can carry a few kilos of scrap—in case the lifts are busted.”

“Dibs on the first test drive once you’ve finished it,” Cal casually blurts.

“You got it,” you smile before bringing your glass to your mouth.

At the corner of his eye, Cal saw that Prauf was looking at him funny—but the scrapper boy clearly knows the message that his friend was trying to send. When you have put down the glass, it was too late for Cal to make the move for now. The conversation evolved into a banter of engineering tips, then it eventually transitioned into a recollection of each other’s funny stories that happened at work.

Apparently, the night was still young for Cal and you, even after Qeb’s get-together treat. Cal waited until Prauf, Qeb, and the others have left. He gently nudges you on the arm.

“Come on, follow me.”

A smirk plays along his face and takes a step ahead of you. Intrigued, you willingly followed; fortunately, the foot traffic was sparse, which made it easier for you to catch up to him. Cal led you back at the scrapyard, but along the way, you realize that it’s a route that’s unfamiliar to you.

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, you’ll see!”

The farther you got, the more interesting this became.

“Careful when climbing the cable. Hope you’re not afraid of heights!”

“I’m kinda used to heights!” you chuckled.

The faint creaking of the cable that you were climbing on somehow worried you, but you didn’t let it ruin the fun; the sound of the twanging sound of the cable made your heart skip as you scaled it.

“Whoa!” you gasped when the cable loosened and jiggled, you were still clinging onto it—and you were only mere inches away from the ledge where the rope ends.

In that same split second, you felt Cal’s tight grasp on your arm, you tilt your head up and meet eyes with him.

“Don’t worry, I got you!” he reassured you.

You were startled from the near-death experience that you couldn’t say anything, though he sensed your gratitude.

“Come on, give me your other hand.” He coaxed.

You linked arms with one another and he pulls you up. He loses his footing causing him to stumble to his back, on the other hand, you landed on top of him while he was still clutching you in his arms. You gently lift your heads, exchanged glances at one another, and saw color fill your cheeks. The two of you communicated in small chuckles and shy stutters.

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you bring yourself to your feet, offering him your hand which he gladly takes.

The cycle continued when you pull him up to his feet, his weight nearly made you lose your footing, but he caught you just in time by wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Got you—again.”

Cal releases you after a few seconds and then beckons you to follow him again.

“Are we close?”

“Yup!”

At last, he has led you to the highest point in the scrapyard, atop another Republic command ship but he has brought you to the roof of the main command center—or the bridge. The cold air was breathtaking, as well as the sight that the scrapyard has to offer—silhouettes of ships as far as the eye can see, dark indigo clouds looming in front of the pale, ivory moon.

“Oh wow…” you sighed. “I don’t think I’ve never seen a view of the scrapyard like this before.”

“Wait till you see Option B.”

He chuckled a bit, brings his finger to your cheek, and gently angles your head to the other direction.

The second view stole what little air remained in your lungs. It was a citywide view of Bracca: gigantic hologram projections of advertisements danced between blinding neon lights of every color, speeders and pods sped through in neat lines as they leave trails of lights from their taillights, even the people dotting the streets added some color.

“Oh God…” you gasped. “Why didn’t I see this before?”

“Pretty cool, huh?” Cal said while producing two cans of Jawa juice that he apparently bought earlier at the pub while you weren’t looking. He offered you the second one and clinked cans with one another.

You conversed while staring into the neon light-filled horizon of Bracca. The two of you had the same pose of propping your chins over your fists while sightseeing side-by-side.

Both of you spent the night with more stories, whether they were from the distant pasts—way before either of you ended up in Bracca—your plans for the future, the present, or shallow secrets. No detail was spared from this intimate conversation. In fact, it was one of the very rare moments that you actually open up—Cal was the only person you trusted and he has the same sentiment for you.

Your contagious laughter made Cal’s stomach fill with butterflies as he shared one story about himself as a child involving a cookie jar that didn’t belong to him, conspiring with one of the elderly keepers, and splitting the bounty—which were the cookies—until two in the morning.

When it appeared that neither of you have any more stories of your past to tell, you shift back into the topic of this place that he has brought you to.

“Do you always come here?”

He shakes his head, “Just occasionally.”

“I’m surprised you’ve kept a scene like this to yourself for so long. It’s just so pretty up here.”

“Yeah,” he cooed, then turned his head to you, his next word was a soft whisper. “Pretty.”

Cal watched the streaks of neon flicker as mere lines over your eyes, their glow mingled as they illuminated your face altogether, a smile slowly curls up at the corner of his lips; you slowly turn your head to him, never have you ever been this physically close to him you could practically kiss him.

You shoot him a bashful smile before returning your attention to the cityscape. Seeing your smile was always enough for him, he examined your features once more—for some reason, you looked somewhat a different person when not in your scrapper’s uniform. Nevertheless, he released a long, contented sigh, savoring the night with you by his side.

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Disclaimer: Posting my gf @anesther‘s fic on my account to make sure it shows up in the tags, because this spicy chapter deserves to be seen, dammit!

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AN: The last smut chapter for this fic, alas. And the story will be complete the day S5 is released. Totally crazy tbh. Well, enjoy the remaining parts!

Title: Interfaces

Characters: Entrapta, Hordak

Pairing: Entrapdak

Rating: M (for sMUT)

Read on AO3 because these chapters deserve it.

                                                      Endurance

Is it alright for her to be so close?

Entrapta chatters away about graphs, percentages, machinery, things that are important. Yet he can’t seem to pay attention to anything she’s saying. He hears and comprehends, but there’s a part of him that wants to change the subject. Mostly to discuss what happened several weeks ago.

When he retires to his personal quarters, he tends to think about it. And his body responds to the memory of hers against him.

“What do you think?”

Hordak looks down at her, eyes flickering over the screens she has in her hands. He says, “It would be more prudent if we conserved that energy source. We aren’t sure yet how it will react with what we have.”

“That’s true. I do need to make sure everything is routed properly before testing a little bit,” Entrapta says.

He nods, walking away from her.

Entrapta’s gaze goes to him, eyes moving from broad shoulders to the slits of his dress. He hasn’t brought up what happened before. Does he even care? Maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal to him. Looping a strand of hair onto a raft above, Entrapta swings over to him, “What do you think about this too?”

Hordak pauses, pretending to mull over the choices. His eyes land on cleavage peeking, shyly, at the gap of her shirt. Her body hovers next to him, an inch of space between their forms. He looks up at her, finding her gaze fixed on him.

“It’s acceptable.”

“Is it?”

Hordak raises a brow, smirking, “I believe so. Do you?”

“Yes, I do, too,” she replies, smiling.

They don’t move. Staring.

“That was a productive day,” Hordak says, breaking the silence. “Are you heading to your room?”

Entrapta follows him in the air, “I would, but I wanted to ask something.”

“Yes?”

“You like me, don’t you?”

Taken aback by the question, the straightforwardness of it, Hordak turns to her, gem glinting. “I—” He begins, stuttering. Clearing his throat, he nods. Finding it surprisingly easy to admit it. “Yes, of course I like you.”

“We’re friends?”

“...I think we are.”

Entrapta breathes a sigh of relief, hand to her chest. A sheepish grin stretches her face, “I’m sorry for asking… but ever since before I feel like you’ve been avoiding me.”

Hordak pivots in place, facing her fully. He shakes his head, “No, that’s— It’s not my intention to be avoidant with you.”

“Okay. I was wondering if things changed between us,” she admits, touching the ends of her forefingers together.

Hordak approaches her. He stops until he’s a foot away, unable to gauge what’s too close or not. He used to have no issue pushing in on her space. He doesn’t do anything, Entrapta closing the rest of the distance, at eye level. Reaching up, he touches her shoulder, “We’re friends but…”

Entrapta furrows her brows, nervous, “But…”

“But things did change between us too, didn’t it?”

She isn’t an idiot. And neither is he. Far from it. Yet the inquiry has to be addressed. These last few weeks have consisted of stolen touches and yearning glances. She would push the boundaries of closeness, leaning on him when it’s unnecessary. He withholds, however, even he gives in when he doesn’t restrain emotions, allowing his hand to caress her shoulder and linger. There was an undeniable attraction between the two of them, one that had been unspoken for months and months and crashed forcibly into them the moment their mouths touched.

Entrapta finds it strange. She adapts to change rather well, always has. But this potential change leaves her anxious. She’s never really been adept at making friends, and he was the closest thing to one she’s had. Yet, in the back of her mind, she wants to expand on this relationship she has with him.

“I think it did,” Entrapta says. “Are you okay with it?” Hordak moves closer, their lips a hairsbreadth apart. His hand reaches up to brush the side of her face, tangling his fingers into long, thick strands of purple. He drags them through, soft against his skin. He meets her gaze again, noticing the flush on brown skin. Unconsciously, her fingers placed themselves on his arms. Strands of hair twined about his frame, sensing them on the bared flesh of his back.

“Yes, I’m okay with it,” he replies. He leans closer, grazing her ear with his teeth. Voice low, he whispers, “I believe I was supposed to make it up to you at a later date..?”

A shaky breath leaves her, goosebumps rising on her skin.

“I take that as a yes,” Entrapta sighs, before kissing him.

Hordak’s left hand wraps behind her head, the right tugging her waist forward, pressing her onto his armor. She moans into his mouth, drawing him nearer as her arms tightly wound about his neck. She tastes sweet from the sugar she consumed earlier, her teeth gentle in comparison to his, scraping sharply across her lower lip. Her breath is hot as she moves back for air, eyes slightly opened.

Despite his outward confidence, he isn’t quite certain how to go forward. He had assumed that her anatomy, and response to his own, would imply she has to be touched between her legs too. Apprehensive, his fingers clench for a moment. Then he draws his knuckles up her inner thigh, sliding up until he rubs the area between them.

Entrapta’s body stiffens, gasping.

“Is that bad?” he asks.

“No… I like that,” Entrapta assures him. She grinds into his palm. “Keep going.”

Obliging, he rubs the tips of his fingers over her clothing. Entrapta’s mouth parts, breathing growing heavy. He keeps his eyes on her features, her skin blushing further. In an easy rhythm, she grinds her pelvis down into his hand. Hordak, speechless, keeps the movements steady in turn. Brows knitting, she bites her lower lip, hands gripping his shoulders.

“Hold on,” Entrapta gasps. Withdrawing, Entrapta kicks off her shoes first, before tugging down her overalls, socks falling with them. Leaving her upper clothes and gloves on, she smiles at him. “There, that should be easier!”

Gawking, Hordak stops. Stops breathing. Stops thinking.

Entrapta lifts a brow, tilting her head at him. She asks, “Is something wrong?”

“You’re beautiful.”

Her heart skips a beat. She’s never been told that before. She grins, “Really?”

“I would never lie to you,” he says, meaning it.

Somehow, she believes it. Entrapta rises to his height. Removing her gloves, she lays them down with the rest of her clothes. Caressing his cheek, forefinger drawing the outline of his jaw, Entrapta lightly kisses his lips. Hordak stares down at her body, swallowing.

Entrapta giggles, “Hey, wanna do something fun?”

“Is this not enjoyable already?”

With a sensuous smirk, Entrapta pulls down her shirt, breasts falling forward. Waggling her eyebrows, she says, “Now you can squeeze them and it won’t be awkward!”

Reaching forward, he marvels at the softness of flesh. Squishy… His thumb moves over her nipples, causing her to gasp. A slow smile spreads on his face, bending to her collarbone. Nipping at the skin, he plants delicate kisses along her chest. Her body shaking, he drags his tongue across to her left breast, circling the nipple. Entrapta emits a delicious moan, and he covers it entirely with his mouth, sucking on it.

Head tilted back, she moans, digits digging into his hair. A hand glides over her spine, squeezing her ass before the nails trail under her thigh.

Mindful of his claws, Hordak rubs his fingers against her clit. A substance coats his fingers, dripping down his knuckles, allowing them to slide with ease.

Moaning, Entrapta catches his mouth with hers, hips rocking back and forth. A strand of hair shifts down, skimming the front of his dress. A bulge has formed there, and her mind reels at thinking about it. That he’s responding like this to what she’s doing, by her mere presence. She strokes it, enamored with the desire in his eyes. Pushing him back onto the desk, Entrapta wraps her legs around him, floating. Hordak stares up at her, scathing her skin with sharp claws, leaving faint red welts in place. Gasping, Entrapta reaches down to her clit with her fingers. Wet with come, she watches him watch her. She knows she doesn’t need to, soaked as she is, yet she can’t help but wonder what his expressions would be if she slips her fingers down onto her clit, rubbing it with smooth strokes. His cock hardens further, she can tell.

She’s never been wanted before.

She always thought people found her ugly. Unlovable. Logically, even though she didn’t find her face too terrible, perceptions can alter that mindset. And the words thrown her way all her life never made her value anything about her physical attributes. Her mind turned people away, and in turn, so did her appearance.

Yet he can’t stop staring at her, near-reverent.

He brushes her cheek, “Entrapta?”

“Yes?” she asks, unaware of a tear running down her face.

“We don’t have to continue,” he says, willing to make her content in any form.

“No. I want to. I want you too,” she replies, sincere.

Surprised by her fervor, Hordak’s mouth is covered with hers again. Her tongue is soft between his teeth. Sighing into her, Hordak’s hands grip her hips. He notices growing heat, as Entrapta lowers herself. Dragging her fingers down his chest, Entrapta’s hand strokes his thigh as she draws back the front of his clothes. He stares down at her, eager, trembling. The tip of his member rubs against her clit, and he gasps.

Grinding onto the length, slick and warm, Entrapta looks directly at Hordak’s face. His eyes narrow, panting hard. His hands clench onto her legs. Voice husky, murmuring her name, he thrusts his hips along with hers. Groaning, Entrapta feels his hand brush her cheek. Kissing the inside of his palm, she glances up at him, half-lidded.

Then, positioning herself, she slips down onto his member. His body tenses, eyes wide in surprise before he closes them tight. Moaning, Entrapta tilts back her head. She might not have ever done this before, but she’s certain she’s doing it right…

A growl leaves his chest, heat pooling further in the center of his abdomen. Hordak inhales deeply, grasping the desk’s ledge. His eyes widen slightly, watching her body gyrate up and down his cock. Her prehensile hair does most of the work, yet her hips move on their own, undulating in hypnotic motions. His cock hardens further inside her walls, and he pumps his hips with hers.

Crying out in pleasure, Entrapta’s fingers splay across cool armor. Her thoughts halt, focused on the heat between her thighs. The exertion creates a patina of sweat that shines on her skin. Gulping down saliva, her breathing is heavy. Chest red from arousal, she stares, blearily, at his hands, molding over her breasts. Teasing erect nipples.

The pressure is unlike anything he’s felt. He’s burning, mind hazy. He hears her beg for more. Hordak increases the tempo of his movements, and she follows suit. The heat is driving him insane. He feels his nerves fraying, aching. There’s a pain shocking his system, and he doesn’t care. His thoughts fixate on the scent and feel of her body, her moans a delightful sound to his ears. He knew his failing body, despite the armor’s sufficient functions, would want to give out. Endurance is always an unknown variable with his cursed being. Mocking him, denying him what he wants.

He doesn’t care. He won’t allow weakness to determine his choices. He grabs her waist, delving further in than he already was.

“Ah—!” Entrapta yells, head bowing forward. Gritting her teeth, she reaches to touch his face without needing to look. Knowing every curve and sharp angle from memory. Her thumb strokes his mouth; his teeth bite it, tenderly. Tongue roving the edge of her forefinger, he draws it into his mouth, playfully trailing his canines along the skin. Sighing, Entrapta thrusts down faster. There’s a tightness in her body, coiling into itself. She feels as if she can’t breathe. She wraps her legs around his frame, arms pulling him toward her. Her lips skim his. Fingers gripping his hair, she is unable to comprehend the sensations in her body. Not the feeling of needing to release, she is aware of orgasms. It’s everything else—his very being is stirring rampant emotions. His voice, his hands on her back, supporting her.

She’s wanted this for so much longer than she wanted to acknowledge, afraid of losing him.

Entrapta kisses him, putting as much passion into it as she is capable. Her gasps tumble from her mouth in staccato, fingers firm on his neck as she comes.

Hordak bites his tongue to keep from screaming, heat leaving him in a sudden rush. His head falls onto hers, shaking. As the aftershocks dissipate, he breathes out her name in a low rumble.

They shift apart, panting.

He brushes away her hair, kissing her cheek. Entrapta hums happily, smiling into his neck.

“I’d say… I repaid you back for before,” Hordak says.

“I agree,” Entrapta replies, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

Tracing her spine with his fingers, feeling her shiver, he whispers, “I’d have done it regardless, and sooner.”

“Really?” Entrapta asks, turning to face him, still on his shoulder.

“Without a doubt,” he replies. He slides to the floor, flinching.

“Oh no! Did you start to hurt—?” Entrapta starts.

Hordak hugs her tight. The embrace is careful, sweet, compared to moments before. He shushes her, a hand stroking her hair. He looks at the ground. Feeling the self-hatred begin to creep again. “I don’t want to talk about that… I’ll be fine.”

“Hordak—”

“Entrapta, please... I… I just want this…”

She brings him close to her, kissing the crook of his neck.

They hold each other, finding bliss in being with another person. Someone who understands who they are.

They hope it doesn’t change.

#entrapdak #entrapta #hordak #spop #shera

[streamsovlys]

things that i can never change about my body and i am okay with

if you have similar struggles, you can take inspiration from this post to accept things you can never change about the way your body is built. I have added some positive examples and ways to cope with these problems.

♡My leg length. I have shorter legs and that's completely okay. You cannot change your skeleton. My legs will appear shorter no matter what I do. I am okay with having shorter legs. The shortness of your legs will be determined by it's proportion to your torso, so your height does not really matter. If you hate your shorter legs, check out Gisele Bündchen for inspiration. She has shorther legs in proportion to her torso and other models and she still rocks it.

♡Hip dips. Hip dips are caused by your bone structure, muscle tone, and fat storage. You can try to exercise your hip dips off. But you can never change how and where your body stores fat. The lowest dip on your hip dips store no fat and have no built muscles. The fat that's store on your lower belly and back creates hip dips. Even if you have a little fat, your hip dips will stay unless you're working out to build muscle. I am so over hip dips. I don't care if I have them or not. If you hate your hip dips, take inspiration from Bella Hadid. She has an amazing body that's envied by many and her hip dips are still noticable. Her hip dips adds character to her walk and her legs, makes her appear sharper. If you're struggling with hip dips, get a few pairs of high waisted, seamless panties that are a size smaller. The compression from the fabric will have a spanx effect on your hip dips if you adjust it accordingly.

♡I will never have a thigh gap. Thigh gaps, like hip dips are also determined by your bone structure and how you store fat. If your hip bones are wide it's possible that you will have a thigh gap. If your hips bones are narrow, you may never have a thigh gap even though you are skinny. I never wanted a thigh gap because I knew it would be an unrealistic expectation. I have narrower hips and I store my fat on my thighs for the most part, so it is unrealistic of me to strive for a thigh gap. You should focus on things you can change about your body and ignore what you can't change. Do not beat yourself over things you have no control over and let go.

♡Fat ankles. Again, that's just how my body is built. Women in my family have thicker ankles and I do too. It's not something that will change by losing weight. I do not beat myself over it. I dress accordingly with chunkier shoes so my ankles will appear more delicate.

♡Stretch marks. I remember when they first appeared and how painful the process was. Your cells are multiplying like crazy so you can grow. They would be super itchy and red for days. I don't care about stretch marks because everyone has them. I don't care if it's caused by natural growth or weight gain. I literally couldn't care less. If you're unhappy with stretch marks, you can look into laser options to get them removed. That's the only way to get rid of them. However, you can try and prevent stretch marks. If you are scared you'll get them, moisturize 2 times a day to keep your skin hydrated and flexible. If you have naturally dry skin that is prone to eczema and such, you're more prone to stretch marks. If you moisturize everday and still got stretch marks, you probably have very dry skin and there is not much to do and you will have to learn to accept them.

♡Wide ribcage. A wide ribcage means that my waist will never be small and dainty. My mom would make fun of me for having a wide and thick waist and would talk about how small her waist was at my age; we had an 8 inch difference. But her bone structure and the way her body stores fat it different than mine. I don't care if my waist is small. My wide ribcage gives me the appearance of a wider and stronger upper body. It also means that my ribs are visible even when I am at a 'healthy' weight. I love my wide ribcage because it makes me look strong and badass.

♡Undefined collarbones. Another part of my body that I cannot change. The visibility of your collarbones is determined by its build and the thickness of your skin regardless of weight. If you are struggling to get collarbone definition, chances are your skeleton is not built that way and you have thicker skin. A thicker skin means the skin on your collarbones will age slower compared to those who have thinner skin. You cannot change your bone structure to make your collarbones more visible. However, you can change your posture. Have you noticed how ballet dancers have beautiful collarbones? It's not because they are skinny, but have been trained from childhood for proper posture. Working on your posture may have a more positive effect on the look of your collarbones than losing more weight.

♡Big thighs. That's just where my body stores fat mostly. The only thing that can slim them down is by working out and building muscle. However, what little fat I have will be stored there no matter what. I'm not complaining about my bih, squishy thighs. Tyra Banks always had fleshier, softer thighs at every weight and she looks amazing.

#ed positivity #pro anoxeria #pro ana #ed thoughts #ed content #ed coping #ed inspo #ana inspo #ana inspiration #model thin #eating disoder things #thigh gab #thigh gap #ana post

[exodusmc]

Fall from grace

Genre: smut, demon au

Words: 2503

Paring: demon Chanyeol! X angel reader!

Warning!:oral (m reciving), some dirty talk, fingering, o gag, chains, unprotected sex( use protection kids), creampie, corruption kink (?), light hair pulling, light blood play(almost none), long tongue, breast play, light sensory play, marking, saliva. 

a/n: I’m corrupted :)

My edit but feel free to use

You pushed as hard as you could at the demon, throwing it at the stone wall. A crash echoed through the enormous castle, you smirking. He grunted as he sat up, black blood trickling down his, ironically, god like face. Night hair and blue eyes, contrasting each other so beautifully. Horns came from his head, wings from his black. He was the storm and you were going to kill this alluring creature. 

“You hit hard for an angel” his voice was deep, sinful, and he smirked right back at you. You cracked your knuckles, getting ready for a final swing with god's sword. 

But never had the chance. The demon stood up, glowing and his eyes burning electric. He was gone in a second, making you curse him with all you might. Screams of frustration broke from you, rage building inside you. It was always like that, having him so close before your point and ready to strike, just for him to disappear. You were a young angel, tasked with killing a demon which always got away. No-one believed you could succeed and you just had to prove them wrong but it was taking a toll on you, slowly feeling like they were right. 

-

“Did you kill him yet?” you fought the will to punch Kyle in the face, like you did every day. 

“No” your voice were harsh, dripping in venom for every being in this whole universe.”And if I don't, I’ll come for you”

You heard them laugh, mocking you for you. You hated it but what could you do? Having taken this mission to prove yourself in the first place. Blood dripped inside of your dress, barely managing to hide it. The demon had hit you pretty hard, his dagger piercing your skin. It’s not like it hurts, just bother you that he got so close. 

“I’ll have your head soon..Park Chanyeol”

-

You went to sleep a night, muscles aching from training you forced yourself to do. There was a foreign aura in your chamber but being too tired, you just ignored it. Sleep came, lulling you deeper than ever before, too deep. 

Waking up had you swallowing hard. Chains with spells to keep an angle grounded tied your legs to the stone, arms and white, pure, wings to display like you were flying. Your eyes widened, laying them on the one and only…

“Park Chanyeol…” he smirked at your voice, eyes superior, clothing dripping in gold and white, a mock to what you were. 

“Hello love...Slept well?” he moved to sit with his legs spread on the throne, lavish beyond necessity. The crown on his head was sharp, not as sharp as his eyes. 

“Fuck you” he laughed at your vulgar words, tilting his head before pulling plush lips to a grin. 

“That was not nice..I was merely  asking if you slept well” he faked hurt, playing you exactly like he wanted. It wouldn't be hard to make you fall, after all, you stood on the edge already. 

“Maybe I’ll just have to teach you a little lesson..” you tensed at his words, releasing in which situation you were in. You didn't want to admit it but you were vulnerable. 

Chanyeol stalked over to you, gazing down at your fiery eyes, to your displeasure towering over you. His stare moved over your body, taking in the loose fabric covering you, the wings on your back. 

“I have alway wondered about your wings. They look soft and fragile”fingers graced over your wings, sending electrsey through your whole body. You trembled slightly, not familiar with his warm touch. 

Chanyeol’s hand  slipped from your wings, over your shoulder and neck, landing on you cheek. Hair rose on your body, everything reacting to his sinfulness. His fingertips were rugged, yet soft. Quietness setting in the room and you almost relaxed to his touch, until he smirked. Hand finding the hair by your nape, jerking your head backwards hard. You moaned in pain, eyes prickled with tears, igniting fires in Chanyeol. He couldn't get enough of your disgraceful sounds and expressions, especially since you were of a purebred. 

“Oh, you like that?” you grit your teeth at him, body warming up. 

“No you fucker” you spat at his face, struggling to get out of his grip, only to feel it harder. Your lips almost bled at the force you put them through. Chanyeol huffed, his other hand landing on your waist, burning your skin. 

“I don't think you understand what you are now..what your place is” you stared him down, never breaking your demeanor.”But that makes everything so much more fun”

You gasped as Chanyeol ripped the fabric of your night clothing, a good chunk coming out but still covering your private parts. The demon moved behind you, arms snaking around your waist, slipping up your body. He stood close to you, breathing on your ears and neck. You had your mouth shut, not giving in. Chanyeol suddenly gripped your breasts, squeezing hard, fingers rolling over your perking nipples. Your whole body jerked forward, blood dripping down your chin when your lips finally broke, still refusing to make a sound.

“Don't be quiet love..make some sounds for me” you kept silent through his torture, every pull, every knead. Chanyeol started to get annoyed with your closed mouth, so he let you go, heavy breaths leaving you as he did but you weren't safe. He came back, an o shaped gag in hand. Your throat closed up at the sight. As he got close, you started to shake your head to keep him away but Chanyeol gripped your face hard, putting the gag around the lower part of your face, successfully having your mouth open. 

“Now..That’s a good look on you” spit built in your mouth and you were desperate to swallow it before it leaked over. The whole thing making Chanyeol chuckle. 

“Lovely” his hands went back to your breast, this time ripping the fabric away so he could feel your flesh, the skirt part still hanging around your hips. 

You couldn't close your mouth now, which meant that every move Chanyeol made, had grueling moans escaping you, saliva sliding down your face. He moved in to kiss your neck, still pulling at your nipples. Head fell back as you felt wildfire through your veins. It was sinful but pleasure had your mind cloudy. He weren't like others, he knew what to do, where to touch. Chanyeol sucked at your skin, marking every inch of your neck, collarbone and breast. He kept listening to your melody of moans, marking you as his. Detaching himself from you to see your hazed eyes. 

“Hey, where’s your spunk now?” embarrassment, it was all you felt at the moment, losing grip of yourself. You felt dirty but so right and that was wrong. 

You were an angel, made to fight demons and the evil of the world. You were stronger than anything but here you were, withering under his touch, he who you vowed to kill. Your body slacked slightly and it was painful to see the spit fall down onto the floor. Chanyeol watched your head fall forward, body shaking slightly. He felt good seeing you like this, messy from his hands. 

“Now now..don't slack of..” the demon gripped your spit covered chin, his long pointy tongue licking up the blood which had left your lips. You shuddered from the touch.”Let’s keep going?”

Your jaw hurt, having it open for so long and wide. Chanyeol loved the way it fit your mouth, releasing how good it would look if you were on your knees, so he got to work. Chains gave in, your legs too tired to hold you up. Chanyeol stared at you kneeling before him, perfect height for his cock to plunge down your throat. Your wings hung slightly, dulling as well. He pulled your head up, stroking his thumb over you cheek. Your skin was so soft and different from how rugged your personality were. 

“Your lovely when your quiet..” Chanyeol sounded distant, catching himself before he soften for you.”I’m sure you would look better with my cock in your mouth”

He pushed his leght past your open lips, sinking deep in your wet cave. Chanyeol grunted at the feeling of your throat around him, sucking him further down. You struggled to not gag, throat helplessly swallowing around him. It almost drove him insane. A tear slipped down your cheek and that made Chanyeol burst in your mouth, a deep moan leaving his lips. His seed went down your throat, slightly bitter to the taste. 

“Swallow it” Chanyeol saw some of his cum drip down your mouth but you managed to get the most of it down, coughing as best as you could with the gag on.”See that weren't so bad”

You were uncomfortable, blood not flowing like it should through your body. Jaw stiff, throat raw. You drooled staring at Chanyeol, wishing he would just remove the goddamn gag. The demon seemed to hear your thoughts because it taken away from your mouth and you relaxed completely. Metal hit the floor when Chanyeol dropped the toy, eyes following your trembling body. He thought you could take more but maybe that weren't the case. Chanyeol likced his lips, squatting down to your eye level, watching your chest heave up and down. Hair hung around your face and he traced circles on your stomach, the gesture too soft for him. 

“What do you want?” your voice was stronger than you thought you could make it, the last of your strength burning through it. Chanyeol hummed lightly, chains loosening so much you fell forward, onto his chest. Your arms hurt but not as much as your pride. 

“I want for you to be on my side…” his words weren't what you expected, sure he only wanted you as a toy.

“Never…” Chanyeol chuckled at your answer, you still were so determined even with no energy. 

“Don't worry love..I’m sure you’ll follow me..” his hands slid down your sides, resting on your hips, burning you. 

He burned you with more than anger or lust, you couldn't make it out, what his fire was. Forehead rested against his broad chest, lips drying as he moved hands to the small of your back. It was oddly relaxing, in his embrace. He was supposed to be sin and greed, even hurt, and still managed to calm you down with warmth he shouldn't have. 

“You’re better than the others. They are weak..more like a demon than me” Chanyeol's deep voice whispered in your ear, senses heightened with every word. 

“You think too much of me…”this time could you barely speak.

Chanyeol chuckled, hands moving to drag over your thighs, fabric scrunching up with them. He soon saw the flesh of your legs, still having your sex covered. His touch was careful, not as hunting. 

“You will do great things..just follow me” it was coaxing to listen, to fall from the heaven you currently slaved for. Chanyeol started to be more inviting, a small feeling had you wanting to submit to him. 

“..no” it was unsure, your answer and it made the demon smile. You were his now, only wating to be claimed. 

The chains which held you disappeared, blood rushing to your legs, arms and wings. A gasp left you mouth, still feeling heavy. Chanyeol kept stroking over your thighs, listening to your breaths turn shallow. He worked your body to accept him, to betray your kind. Small kisses littered over you ear, putting you through fire. Suddenly, he ripped the last part of your dress, your body tensing before relaxing again. You should be cold but the warmth from Chanyeol’s hands kept it away. He moved closer to your core, fingers ghosting over your slit. Your hips bucked without your consent, chasing after his digits. 

“You want it” it wasn't a question but a passionate statement, a true one. You sighed, having Chanyeol on the edge. 

It happen fast, him over hovering over you, back against the floor. You felt him stroke your pussy vigorously, frantic to get you ready for him. Your back arch, moans spilling from your bruised lips. A finger slipped inside of you, eyes disappearing. He moved in and out of you, taking in every sound and every expression you made for him. Chanyeol stopped once he felt that spot, your nail clawing at his arms. The digits inside you spread wide, scissoring. You wall clenched down on him, hips jerking for more. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. 

“More~” the sound was so sinful and beautiful. Chanyeol groaned, hardening to his breaking point. He couldn't wait to be inside you, as deep as he could come. 

His fingers left you with a wet lewd sound. You watch him with lazy eyes, aching for more. Chanyeol literally threw his clothes away, muscles everywhere you looked. He was ripped, abs flexing as he moved back down you. His hands were big, thighs spreading your own so he could see your pussy. You had bruises all over your  upper part, marks he had left and now, he wanted to taste your lips. You gasped into his kiss, tip of his cock moving against your pelvis, teasing. You kept moaning but they were muffled by Chanyeol's tongue in your mouth. It was longer than normal and you wanted to feel it between your legs. The demon grunted as he grabbed his cock, dragging it through your pouring folds. Chanyeol kissed you so hard you almost missed when his tip plunged into your hole. The stretch were greater than ever before, having you in a messy state when all of him came in. Your eyes crossed, spit dripping down your mouth. Chanyeol prodded himself up so he could watch you. His movements becoming faster for every second. Your back lifted from the ground, fingers desperately searching for anything to hold you grounded. Deep moans left him, making you clench down on his cock. He pounded into you so hard, sweat and juices dripping everywhere. Chanyeol fucked you like there was no tomorrow and you lost yourself in the feeling of him deep inside you. 

“I-I’m cumming!” you saw stars as your whole body shook violently, pussy squeezing his cock so hard he came as well. 

Chanyeol squirted inside of you, cum dripping down your trembling thighs. You gasped for air, still having him deep in your pussy. Chanyeol loved the sight you were. Fucked out and all his. His mark would always burn you skin, the pureness of you. He stayed inside of you, waiting. You were perfect and he had you, you were his. 

“Come with me..you’ll have your revenge and I’ll always be by your side love..Come with me”

 And you fell, right into his open arms. You fell for the demon. You fell from grace.

#exo smut #chanyeol smut #chanyeol x reader #exo chanyeol #Smut #demon chanyeol #angel reader #demon #kpop fanfiction #fanfic #exo fanfic #exo chen #exo kai #exo suho #exo sehun #EXO baekhyun #EXO xiumin #exo do #exo lay #i'm beyond saving #:) #smutty smut

[dickd0c]

STRIKE

CHAPTER THREE — “reciprocate”

Breakfast wasn't fun.

Nic pretty much waddled out of Tank's room and into the kitchen, where Athena and Riot were already there and clearly trying their hardest to muffle their laughter. Glowering, Nic plopped herself down onto a chair, wincing when she hit it hard.

"Sleep well?" Riot asked, his voice wavering as he tried so respectfully not to laugh at the girl he just met.

"Wonderfully," Nic grumbled, resting her head in her palm as her eyes drifted off. Closing her eyes briefly, she remembered what Tank looked like hovering over her with a hand enclosed around her throat and his dick wrecking her pussy. She opened her eyes with a shake, clearing her throat as she hoped nobody could read her mind.

"Protest was cancelled today," Athena said glumly as she slid a bowl of cereal over to Nic, who gladly took it. "There's going to be shit weather all day."

As Nic looked outside, she nodded at the heavy rain rattling the windows.

"Which means we can't bring you to your home either," Riot pointed out, though he didn't look too upset about that as his hazel eyes sparkled at her.

"I think I lost my phone in the protest," Nic sighed, playing with the ends of the shirt. "I'll have to buy a new one."

"Morning, everyone!" Tank strolled into the room, clearly happy. "How did everyone sleep? I, personally, had a wonderful night."

Riot let out an amused snort, finishing up the milk in the bottom of his bowl of cereal.

Biting her tongue to keep from saying anything rude, Nic glared down at her cereal. She didn't regret any of the events that took place the night before. No, if anything, she wouldn't mind reliving them. But all the other occupants of the apartment now knew what her moans sounded like.

Nic looked up at Athena, who was wearing a low-cut top, at Tank, with his bulging muscles, and at Riot, with his towering height.

And they were all attractive. Nic wasn't sure if that made it worse or better.

Alpha walked into the kitchen, stretching his back. His wavy black hair wasn't sweaty like yesterday, but messy in a stylized way. "Can you try to be quieter next time?" he asked bluntly, not even sparing Nic a glance as he opened their fridge to take out the orange juice.

"I'm going to go shower!" Nic yelped, nearly stumbling over herself as she escaped the kitchen as quickly as possible, not wanting to stay long enough to hear more embarrassing remarks.

Face burning red, Nic slammed the bathroom door shut behind her. Eyes closed, the girl slumped against the door, calming herself down. With an exhale, she pushed herself off the door and began to strip herself of her—well, Athena's—clothes. Naked, the girl turned the shower on, waiting for the temperature to become nice and scalding, before she stepped inside, washing the sex from the night before off of her skin.

Once done cleansing herself, Nic turned the shower off, reaching behind the curtain for her towel. After a few moments of aimlessly patting around for it, she froze in realization.

She had forgotten a towel. And fresh clothes.

"Shit," Nic cursed quietly, putting her hands on her hips. Hopefully, someone was out in the hallway and could hand her a towel, right?

Sighing aggressively, the girl stepped out of the shower, shivering at the cold air biting her skin and hardening her nipples.

Carefully, Nic cracked the bathroom door open, peering out into the hallway. Nothing. Not a single noise nor a single person. She figured they must have all still been in the kitchen. Forcing herself not to panic, she crossed her arms around herself, wondering what else she could do.

Across the hallway, she saw a door. Brightening up, Nic realized it was a door to a bedroom. Nic wasn't sure whose, but that didn't matter if everyone was still in the kitchen.

Making sure nobody was about to go down the hallway, Nic made a run for it, opening the door and closing it behind her as fast as she could.

"Nic?"

Nic swiveled around, cursing when she found herself face to face with riot. He was only four feet away, and like a gentleman, he kept his hazel eyes above her collarbones. Nic smiled awkwardly, using an arm to wrap around her chest and her other hand to cover her lower bits.

"I'm so sorry," Nic stuttered, giving him a pained look as she pressed herself against the door.

Riot have her an awkward smile back glancing around the room before heading into his bathroom. When he walked out, he tossed Nic a towel that she caught and pressed against herself as quickly as possible, noticing it was oddly short.

"Did you forget to grab a towel?" he asked, eyes dropping to Nic's now covered chest.

"Yea." Nic said shamefully, crossing her arms, "and I forgot to get clothes from Athena."

Riot smiled, chuckling softly. "Wait here. I'll grab you something."

Nic nodded, smiling slightly as Riot walked past her. Her eyes followed him out the door, taking note of their height difference. He wasn't as tall as Tank, but tall nonetheless.

Nic looked around the room. It was mostly barren, but Riot had some things put around. There was small picture frame on top of his bedside table. Nic walked over, hands placed tightly on the towel, and bent over to look at the picture. In it were four people Nic recognized to be Athena, Alpha, Riot, and Tank, but all maybe a bit younger. Nic wondered how long they had been friends.

From behind her, Nic heard the sound of something dropping.

Turning around, she saw Riot with his jaw dropped and his eyes lowered. Nic immediately blushed, realizing with her bent over like that he must have seen more of her than expected.

Though not nearly as much as he saw when she first walked in.

He bent down to pick up the clothes he had brought her, and when he straightened back up and looked Nic in the eye, she saw a glint in his eyes that she had never seen before. His hazel eyes which were usually so bright and rather innocent, had darkened.

"It's almost as if you do this on purpose," he scoffed, smiling slightly as he walked over to Nic with the clothes.

Nic opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't have any words to offer.

"You know, I heard you last night," he said in a light voice, but his eyes were still dark. "You were really loud."

Nic pushed herself back against the nightstand, watching Riot stalk over to her like a predator. One of her hands clutched her towel tightly.

"Was he really that good?" he asked, tilting his head as he stopped just a bit in front of Nic. She tried to reach for the clothes clutched tightly in his hand, but he simply tossed them onto his bed. "Tell me. Was he?"

Holy shit, Nic thought to herself, quivering under Riot's intoxicating stare, why is everyone in this house so... horny? Not that I'm complaining...

"I said, tell me."

Nic gasped when Riot slammed his hands down on the nightstand, just inches away from her body. There was something burning in his eyes, something in between fury and passion, and it was making that spot below her stomach churn.

"I—" Nic was at a loss for words, trying to figure out what Riot wanted to hear from her.

"He made you moan pretty loud, didn't he?" Riot pressed, suddenly lifting Nic up and setting her down so she was fully sitting on the nightstand. One of his hands was snaking up the edge of the towel, brushing against her thigh.

Nic swallowed, her throat dry, as she nodded tentatively. Her eyes dropped to her thigh, where Riot's large hand was pushing it away from her other leg.

"But did he make you scream?" he whispered in her ear, nibbling gently on her earlobe. Nic shivered, pressing her chest up against his.

"N-no," she said weakly, so consumed by the man in front of her she forgot to hold onto the towel. It didn't fall down, but it hung loose on her.

"No, sir," Riot corrected, tightening his grip on her thigh.

"No, sir," Nic said breathlessly.

Riot smirked before pulling away from her. He took a few quick steps to the door, closing it and locking it. When Nic blinked, he was right back in front of her, eyes on her chest.

"I don't think you need this anymore," he said, peeling the white towel off of Nic's body before she could even respond.

Nic shuddered when he lifted her up to remove the towel, throwing that on the bed along with the clothes. When he looked at her again, she was fully naked and exposed to him.

Normally, in a situation like this, Nic's first instinct would be to cover herself with whatever is nearest. However, Riot had already seen her naked just moments ago, not to mention her experience last night that left her wishing for more of it.

"Do you think I can make you scream?" he asked innocently, reaching behind Nic to remove the lamp and the photo from off of the nightstand, placing those on the bed as well.

"I'm not sure," Nic replied truthfully, squeezing her legs closed as she leaned back to rest her palms on the nightstand. "You might just have to prove it, sir."

With a smirk, Riot knelt down in front of Nic, parting her tightly squeezed legs with ease. Nic curled her toes, watching Riot examine her most sensitive body part. Carefully, he moved her forward a little, positioning her legs so they hung over his shoulders.

"Did I do this to you?" he asked quietly, taking one of his long fingers and dragging it through the wet folds of Nic's pussy.

She gasped slightly, curling her toes and wishing for more. Nic tightened her legs over his shoulder, pushing closer to her center.

With a chuckle, Riot let his finger slip into her. He curled it inside her body, making her arch her back just a little. A moment later, there were two fingers inside of her, then three, making a small moan tumble past her lips. Riot's movements were slow, pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy at the most excruciating rate possible, all the while watching Nic's face contort with massive pleasure and mild pain.

All of a sudden, his thumb found her clit, eliciting a yelp from Nic's mouth. As he started to pick up his pace, his thumb rubbed circles around her nerves, making her grip the edges of the nightstand like it was her lifeline. He pressed hard against her clit, and Nic threw her head back in pleasure.

"Fuck," she moaned, grinding her hips against his hand as best as she could. All of a sudden, his mouth was on her clit while his fingers pumped in and out of her at a faster pace. His scruff rubbed against the inside of her thighs, sending shivers up her body. One of Nic's hands found his dreadlocks, twisting them in her hand as he sucked hard on her tender clit. He sucked it, flicked it with his tongue, even gently ran his teeth against it. "Please," Nic begged, tugging as hard as she could on his hair, making him hiss against her.

This only made Riot slow his pace again, smirking against her.

Nic groaned in frustration. "Please, sir," she repeated herself, feeling as though she were close to tears.

"What do you want, baby?" Riot asked, pulling his fingers out of her. He reached a hand up and moved Nic's chin so she was forced to watch him. As soon as her heavy-lidded eyes met his, he stuck his fingers in his mouth one by one, licking them clean.

Panting, Nic moved one of her hands up to her breast. In the cold hair, her nipple was hard as she played with it. "Make me scream," she pleaded, squeezing her nipple with a whimper. "Make me come."

That was all Riot needed to hear. His head buried back in between Nic's legs, he picked her up with ease, slamming her back against the wall next to the nightstand as she stayed up only by his hands right above her ass and her legs tight over his shoulders.

Nic buried her hands back in his hair as his tongue started lapping up all of her juices, eliciting a non-stop moan from her mouth. She thrust her hips forward, trying to get Riot's tongue as deep inside her as it could go.

"Shit," she groaned, her breathing shallow. One of her hands leaving his hair to move to her clit. Slowly, she rubbed in circles, shaking at the stimulation.

Immediately, Riot smacked her hand away, roughly scraping his teeth against her hypersensitive bundle of nerves. Nic shouted, tugging on Riot's hair as he alternated between lapping up her dripping pussy and roughly scraping or flicking her clit.

"Oh, I'm so close," she sighed breathlessly, massaging her breasts with one hand as Riot's hands on her ass tightened their grip.

Nic's legs started shaking as her orgasm began to come near. Loud moans filled the room, slowly turning louder and louder as she was screaming incomprehensible words, feeling Riot suck on her clit.

"Riot!" she screamed, bucking her hips, throwing her head back, and curling her toes as the orgasm took over her entire body. Riot didn't seem to care, only attacking her clit more aggressively, over-stimulating her. He kept going, giving her what must have been the longest orgasm she had ever head, until Nic couldn't take it anymore. With one hand, she pushed his forehead back, panting loudly.

Looking slightly dazed, Riot dropped Nic onto the floor carefully so that she landed on her feet. He pushed her against the wall and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself all over his lips and tongue. One of his hands snaked up, giving one of her nipples a painful squeeze, before he pulled away, leaving Nic slumped against his wall.

"Normally I ask girls to reciprocate," he said, picking up the clothes he had brought her from his bed. "But I think I want to save something for next time."

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