#and oh finding that just right spot on the pillow where the pressure against your head almost feels good

[letitbehurt]

I’m not usually a fan of sick Whump, but when Whumpee is running such a high fever that they’re shaking, taking uneven, shallow breaths, their skin chafing and burning against their clothes.

The moment Caretaker lays a palm on their forehead to check their fever and Whumpee sighs with relief because it’s so blessedly cold.

The moment Whumper cups Whumpee’s cheek with one hand and turns their head slightly, and Whumpee hates themself for leaning into it, but they just want the burning to stop.

#I’m running a fever and shaking and my skin is on fire as I type this #for reference: my eyes feel enough pressure to damn near pop out of my skull #shifting beneath the blankets feels like rubbing against sandpaper #breathing the cold air so quickly is drying out my throat #every inhale is a scratching pain #and oh finding that just right spot on the pillow where the pressure against your head almost feels good #sick Whump #whump

[some-bunniii]

Lucifer in love with an artist reader

・❥ There’s only one good way to start the day… pancakes and ice cream.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

warning: mild swearing

You were awoken by something shifting against your chest. You stirred, adjusting slightly as you lay on your side. 

You let the covers slide around you, the cool touch of the pillow beneath your face made you smile sleepily. That’s right, you were in your bed snuggled warmly beneath your sheets. Which is not where you remembered falling asleep last night. 

Does that mean everything that happened yesterday was just a really weird dream? 

If it was, it was the most vivid dream you’ve ever had. And, it seemed a little too crazy to be real. Being thrown off a balcony and being seconds away from shooting a man, all in the same night, was not a usual day for you. 

Your brain was still foggy with sleep, and all you wanted to do was burrow your face farther into the pillow and drift off. Except, that pressure on your chest was making it hard to.

“KeeKee.. please, not right now..” You mumbled into the fabric, your voice laced with drowsiness. There was no response from the feline, but the form shifted slightly besides you, as if to nuzzle closer to you. 

Sometimes you’d find her sleeping beside you, but that was pretty rare. Even so, you weren’t going to let her ruin your beauty sleep. With gentle movements, you slowly slid your arm forward, and your fingers brushed against soft hair.

Your palms hit a firm surface beneath the silky strands. Did KeeKee always have this long of fur? Did she gain weight too? You only ignored your suspicions, and slowly pushed her off your chest, farther across the bed. Sighing happily, you pulled the covers closer to you, embracing its warmth. 

You felt something stir beside you, and the warm figure snuggled back into your chest. You groaned softly, you were too tired to take this attitude from the cat.

Lifting your arm again, your fingers quickly reached up and grasped the warm silhouette. This time, however, you let your hand travel down the form. Until you halted suddenly, your fingers grazing against something smooth and hairless. You didn’t remember KeeKee having any bald spots.

Slowly, you felt farther along. You could feel curves in the surface, cracks even. 

What in the worl-

“Is this how you plan to wake me every morning?” a voice grumbled sleepily through your fingers. 

Wait a second. There was a person in your bed?!

Your eyes shot open, the curtains thankfully covering the morning light from blinding you as you jumped out of the covers. Instinctively, your leg shot forward, kicking the stranger right in the side. He was sent tumbling off the bed with an audible “oomph,” and a heavy thump reverberated around the room. Followed by silence. 

You kneeled on top of the bed, heart pounding as your nerves settled. You blinked, you had recognized that voice. Had that been Lucifer?! 

You hurriedly crawled across the bed, your head peeking from off the side of it as you peered below you. Laying face down, was the familiar naked back of the fallen angel. His blonde hair messily spread across the wooden floor as he lay there motionless.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!! Are you okay?!” You yelled down to him. He stirred, his head nodding slowly under the hair. 

“You know, not too bad actually. Believe it or not, i’ve taken harder falls.” He mumbled against the wood. 

Lucifer shifted, rolling onto his back. He looked up at you, before blowing a few strands of hair out of his eyes. He looked totally fine, if not tired from the sudden awakening. A few rays of the morning light beamed through the window, casting some of his features in a red glow as he watched you. God, he was gorgeous. 

“I don’t remember falling asleep in my bed, what happened?” You asked him, slowly sitting up from your position. He mirrored you, lifting his torso from the ground. 

“You didn’t expect us to sleep in a chair all night, did you? I’d be cracking my back for days if that was the case. You look so peaceful when you sleep, so I couldn’t bother to wake you. But yes, I moved us to the bed.”

“So yesterday was real..” You whispered, 

“Uh, yeah. I killed a bunch of scumbags and saved you from becoming a splat on the pavement. Yesterday was definitely real.” 

Lucifer sat up fully, before getting to his feet. He stretched, raising his arms above his head before opening his mouth up in a yawn. He was already dressed in a pair of loose fitting sweat pants as he strolled to the bathroom. Did he put those on using magic?

You stood from the edge of the bed, quickly walking to your dresser and pulling out a casual outfit. You began slipping it on, before turning towards the open bathroom door.

You watched Lucifer’s back flex slightly as he bent over to wash his face in the sink, your eyes drinking in his figure. Lucifer looked nothing like the ancient paintings visualized him to be. Your brain immediately recalled the image of Alexandre Cabanel’s famous painting, ‘The Fallen Angel’.

It depicted Lucifer as wide-shouldered, toned from head to toe with thick muscles. Nice calves too. Yet, standing here before you, he embodied an angel much more than he did in that painting. Elegant, serene, otherworldly. 

Like how the candlelight perfectly illuminated his pearly-white skin, as if he was being basked in moonlight. Or how his touch was like velvet sheets against your skin, soft and delicate as he ran his fingers down your waist. 

He exuded a certain feminine grace, that enraptured you when those pretty eyes of his sent you looks of adoration as you rambled about your current fixations, or gave him more lessons in art history. You smiled warmly at the thought, he was precious to you, no doubt. 

“You know what, I’m thinking.. pancakes! We’ll finally put that big kitchen downstairs to use and make some breakfast.” Lucifer broke you out of your thoughts, as he walked up to you, pulling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Damn, did he change without you even noticing again? 

You smiled as he approached, the thought of food making your stomach growl. You were unbelievably hungry, seeing as there wasn’t exactly time last night to stop for a meal. 

“That sounds like a good idea, we’ll get everyone else in on it too and eat together, a big hazbin-family breakfast.” 

Lucifer nodded as he turned away from you, his eyes scanning the room. “Which reminds me, that means I can give Charlie the tuxedo…” He trailed off, turning to you slowly, a look of panic on his features.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lucifer rubbed a hand down his face, growling at himself. “I must have left the bag with her suit back at the club! Ugh, I'm such an idiot.” 

“It’s still early, it won’t take you more than a minute to get across the city. Go get her a new one.” You commanded, pointing towards the balcony doors in your room. 

Lucifer followed your finger, and then nodded quickly. “You’re right, I’ll go do that.” Quickly, he adjudged his bow-tie, before heading for the doors. 

It wasn’t until his hand was just inches from the handle, did you see the rather large reddish-purple mark sticking out from the crook of his neck. Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed as you realized what exactly caused the bruise. How did you not notice that before?! 

Quickly, you ran up to him and grabbed his shoulders, turning him to face you. “Wait! You.. well-you, um… got something on your neck?” 

He regarded you for a moment, confusion written across his face. “Something.. on my neck?” 

Your cheeks heated again, and you quickly reached up to grab the top of his shirt. On even further inspection, and a slight adjustment of his collar, you could make out the fainted curved indents of teeth marks along his collar bone.

Did you bite him that hard last night? You shouldn’t have done that. What if Charlie saw it? That would be so awkward. 

“From.. last night,” you finally uttered, “when I got a little carried away.” 

Lucifer’s gaze narrowed, and then they widened slightly as he understood. A smirk tugged on his lips as he backed away from your grasp. “So?” 

“What do you mean ‘so��? It’s not normal for people to be walking around with hickeys all over them for everyone to gawk at!” You exclaimed, crossing your arms.

“Why, so they won’t know I had you screaming my name, drenched on top of that table?” He asked, motioning towards the very same dining table that you had been laid over in pure bliss the night before.

You quickly averted your gaze to stop a mental picture forming, and instead met his eyes. Sending him a glare for his bluntness. Walking across the room, you bent down and pulled his overcoat from the side of your bed. Brushing off any dirt, you made your way back to Lucifer.

Silently, you wrestled him into the white garment. He stood there and watched as you adjusted his tall collar, trying your best to hide any love marks. After a little more fussing, you felt satisfied with your work and stepped back. 

“There, you’re ready to go! Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to go remind everyone that I am alive.” You spoke. Last night, Lucifer had told you Angel Dust had been dropped in the lobby. It was late enough where everyone should have been asleep, and since nobody came to look for you after that, you assumed Angel had passed out and was probably working through a nasty hangover somewhere in the hotel.

You leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to Lucifer’s lips, before nudging him towards the balcony doors. He turned, pulling them open and crossing the threshold. You stood in the entryway, watching him stroll to the black, metal railing. He glanced over the side, contemplating for a moment.

“Now, watch how the pro does it.” Lucifer teased as he turned to face you, his back leaning against the railing. With a little boost, he flipped himself backwards and vaulted over the metal bars. Your eyes widened in shock as he began to fall.

Right as his feet left the balcony, you ran to the railing peering over the side as you watched him plummet to the ground. Beneath him, a large, golden portal swirled alive waiting for him. 

He waved up to you just as he crossed it, the portal swallowing him up and vanishing without a trace. You smiled, shaking your head at his little performance before turning back towards the doors. 

For a few more minutes, you were busy tidying yourself up and trying to look presentable. You quickly squeezed some soap out of the little yellow ducky on the sink counter, and washed your hands and face. Soon, you noticed you were also adorned with a few love marks from Lucifer, and you sat in front of the mirror trying to hide them the best you could. 

Feeling satisfied with your work, you turned away and headed for the doorway that led into the rest of the hotel. Grasping the handle, you slowly cracked the door open, peeking your head out slightly as you listed.

You could hear loud voices down the halls, in the direction of the lobby. There were multiple of them as if everyone was gathered in the same room, you exhaled a breath before straightening. Time to face the music. 

Heading down the stairs, you strolled through the hallways. The voices became more and more audible as you closed in on the large, open room.

“-and then, I looked behind them and there was this guy all bloody and shit, pointing a gun right at Lucifer! I barely saw anything else happen b’for I was sucked into this.. golden portal or something.” Angel Dust’s voice echoed through the lobby, as he retold the events of last night. He was standing in front of the T.V, the residents of the hotel listening from the couches circled around him. They leaned in, engrossed in his story. 

“Next thing I knew, my ass hit the floor right here. God.. I was just so out of it I practically passed out where I was. I don’t remember seeing either of them after that.. hey! you!” Angel’s eyes widened as he noticed you walking towards them. Suddenly, the entire hotel’s gaze was locked onto you.

Charlie quickly shot up from the couch, hurrying over to you. She scanned your figure, searching for any injuries as you stopped before her. After noting nothing serious was wrong with you, she took your hand, gripping it tightly. “Where have you been? Angel just told us everything that happened! Are you okay?” 

“Don’t worry, I'm fine. I wasn’t hurt at all.” You assured the princess, smiling at her. Turning to the spider-demon, you scanned him for any injuries as well. “How about you, Angel. Are you okay?”

“Pfft, yeah. I’m okay. Just a lil shaken up, especially after watching you almost get shot. It seemed you got a good sleep, though.” 

“Wait, you’ve been here this whole fucking time. Did anyone else know that?” Vaggie called from the couch, crossing her arms as she stood up. 

“I did. They’ve been here all night.” Nifty spoke from the floor, her single eye staring into you. 

How did she know that? Did Nifty.. hear anything?

“Uhm.. yes, that’s right. Yesterday was just rough. So, I went to sleep right away.” You answered, lying through your teeth.

“And my dad?” Charlie questioned.

You shrugged, “I have no clue.”

“Well, at least our dear friend is back safe and sound!” A familiar voice exclaimed from next to you. You jumped slightly, turning to see Alastor and his award-winning smile as he looked at you. “Charlie insisted that I come find you, but I assured her you are capable of handling your own affairs. Especially, with our lovely king to protect you.”

You smiled slightly at him, “Yes, indeed. I’m sorry for not coming to see you guys sooner. I just got.. distracted.” 

“With what?” Angel asked, an eyebrow raised and hands on his hips. You paused, before opening your mouth to speak.

You weren’t able to get a word out before you heard a thumping coming from the front doors of the hotel. Everyone turned towards the noise, and through the stained glass, you could make out the silhouette of a rather tall hat peeking from the bottom of the glass.

“Well, ain’t that a little too good of timing.” Husk grumbled from the bar, as he leaned over the counter to get a look at the doorway. You silently agreed, that was fast. 

Charlie recognized the familiar figure as well, and quickly ran to the door. She yanked it open, and there he was. Lucifer stood, adorned in his full outfit, a pink bag in his hand as he strode into the room. Next to you, you swore Alastor’s grip on his cane tightened. 

“Charlie, good morning! How are you doing, sweetheart?” Lucifer beamed as he embraced her, who accepted the hug gratefully.

“I’m good, dad. But, what about you? I heard what happened! Did you kill people?” She eyed him with a firm stare, as if in disapproval of his actions.

Lucifer shrugged, “Only bad people, I had to protect your spider-friend over there. You should keep a better eye on him.”

“Apparently,” Charlie sighed, glancing at Angel behind them before turning back to her father, “and where have you been?”

Lucifer’s gaze momentarily landed on you, and you shook your head slightly. ‘Don’t say anything about it,’ you commanded him through your eyes. Especially not with everyone in the room, hungry for more information. 

“Oh, wellllll, I was just in town and snagged this for you!” Lucifer lifted up the pink bag, a nervous smile on his lips as he held it out for Charlie to take.

Eyeing it curiously, Charlie gently took it from his hands. She peered into it, her eyes widening as she reached in and lifted the garment from its wrapping. 

It was that same red suit that you had eyed through the glass display the day before, gold lapels shimmered in the light above. It was very beautiful, and you thought it would look good against Charlie’s ivory skin. 

Charlie didn’t say anything, instead, she just stood there. The tuxedo in her grip, opened fully to reveal the entire garment. Her fingers lightly trailed down the front of it, grazing across the buttons and textured sleeves. Her eyes were unreadable, a mix of emotions you couldn’t quite place.

“Did you.. buy this for me?” She asked after a moment, looking up at Lucifer. He met her gaze, seemingly a little nervous from her reaction. 

“Well, you said the one you had was getting a bunch of wear and tear, so I thought that would look perfect on you. Do.. you like it?” 

“I love it!” Charlie exclaimed with glee, she set the suit aside and pulled her father into another bear hug. “Thank you so much! It's wonderful, especially since it’s from you!” 

Lucifer exhaled a sigh of relief at her words, he tightened his arms around her, trying to capture every second of her loving gesture in his hold. He smiled warmly, and for a moment it looked like he was going to tear up. 

He didn’t, instead he pulled away, straightening his back. He cleared his throat, rubbing at his face before looking back at Charlie. The adoration in his eyes was on full display, and if anyone ever doubted that the mighty king didn’t love his daughter, you’d slap them.

Adjusting his collar, Lucifer turned towards the group of onlookers. “Now, who wants some pancakes?” 

Everyone seemed to perk at that, and Nifty hopped from her spot next to Alastor, raising her hand in excitement. 

“As long as they are sssstrawberry pancakesss!” Sir. Pentious declared as he rose from his seat, slithering towards the swinging doors, where the large kitchen lay behind. His little eggs waddling after him, a chorus of ‘oh boy!’s rose from the shells.

“Cmon,” Husk beckoned Angel Dust as he left the bar, “Let's get something in your stomach to fight that hangover of yours.”

“Oh, yes please” Angel smiled, joining the bartender. Even Alastor seemed interested in joining them in the other room, as he slowly followed behind the group. 

“I’m kinda feeling waffles today.” Vaggie spoke up, her hand entwined with Charlie’s as they walked. 

“We can make whatever you wish,” you responded, smiling at her, “except, maybe not eggs. At least with the company we’re keeping.” 

Pushing open the red doors, the flooring shifted into large, white marble tiles. The room was stuffed with cabinets and pantries, multiple fridges also dotted its perimeter. Long, creamy-white stone countertops lined the walls, as well as a large kitchen island in the center of the space. 

There was an empty space on the other side of the room, big enough to hold a large dining table and chairs. It was actually a great place to do something like that, but where could 

Behind you, Lucifer was pulling different ingredients out of the fridge. The shelves were surprisingly well stocked, even the pantries above as he continued to pull out items of importance.

“Dad, shouldn’t you take off your coat?” Charlie asked beside him, as she tied an apron around her waist. You tensed, slowly pivoting to their direction.

Lucifer halted, a box of baking powder hanging in mid-air between his fingers. His gaze snapped to you, then back to Charlie. You were desperately hoping no one could see the sweat beading down your forehead.  

“You’re right,” Lucifer started, as he placed the baking powder on the counter, “I can’t cook with such loose sleeves.” 

He snapped his fingers, and it seemed like the coat began to melt against his skin, shifting into a white turtleneck. The long neck sleeve covered the hickeys that peppered the sides of his throat, continuing to hide your previous entanglement. And, damn, he looked really nice in that outfit too. 

Tying on a red apron with the words ‘Kiss the chef’ embroidered on the front. After pulling up his sleeves, Lucifer began to pull out mixing bowls and other utensils. 

“Just you wait, Charlie, after today you’ll never want anyone else’s pancakes again. My recipe is the best there is.” He spoke, puffing out his chest slightly as he addressed his daughter. 

Charlie only laughed softly, pulling out a box containing waffle mix as she sidled up next to her dad. “I don’t doubt that one bit!” 

As the two continued prepping to cook, you turned to grab an apron of your own. As you walked to the wooden hooks hanging on the wall, you took note of the others around you. 

Angel, Husk, and Sir. Pentious huddled together over another counter, a carton of milk and a jar of strawberry jam laid in front of them.

“How ‘bout we make ya some strawberry milk while we wait, snake boy?” He asked, a playful smile on his lips. Sir. Pentious nodded quickly, his hood raised in happiness. 

Using a tablespoon to take a few scoops out of the jar, he plopped them into an empty cocktail mixer that he borrowed from the bar. Pouring in the milk, he placed the lid on the mixer, before handing it to Husk. 

With a few shakes—and a couple of party tricks consisting of him catching the mixer behind his back, and spinning it across his forearm—the lid was popped off, and Husk poured the bright pink liquid into the glass cup in front of Sir. Pentious. 

Both demons clapped for the bartender, who smiled proudly at the reaction. Sir. Pentious gingerly lifted the glass to his lips, before taking a small sip. After a moment, eyes lit up, a large smile on his face.

He took another large gulp, before thanking Angel Dust and Husk for the drink. 

“Oh, and don’t forget about my egg boisss.” Sir. Pentious turned to Angel Dust, pointing at the small group of eggs looking enviously up at the drink in his claws. 

Angel looked down, his eyes darting to the ingredients in front of him, before he simply shrugged. “Alright, who’s thirsty?” 

“I would like some, please!” Frank yelled excitedly, the eggs behind him jumping in place with large smiles on their faces. 

Angel Dust chuckled, turning away to grab more glasses. Husk was already preparing the scoops of jam, licking a small mess of the red foodstuff from his claws. 

Grabbing the apron from the hook, you adjusted it to your figure, tying it tight behind your back. Next to you, Vaggie was holding a knife in her hand. She was looking down, a firm gaze aimed at Nifty.

“No, Niff. This is not a place to run around with a knife. You can get it back after breakfast.” 

Nifty’s shoulders drooped, a frown on her face as she walked away. She passed by Alastor, who stood silently, watching the bustling group of demons. Wasn’t he going to join in? He was technically part of the Hazbin family. 

Slowly, you approached him, and his gaze snapped to you. His smile widened as he turned to you, the cane at his side rolling between his fingers. 

“Ah, hello there, my friend! Good to see you alive and well, ha-ha,” His eyes squinted as he tilted his head at you, “what can I do for you today?” 

“Don’t you want some food? We’ll be cooking soon. It doesn’t have to be breakfast, I think we have enough here to make whatever you want.” 

Alastor actually contemplated your question for a moment, his eyes staring off in thought. “Hm, well, there was something I had in mind, but the seasoning it needs is not in my possession anymore.” 

“What happened to it?” You asked curiously.

“I simply gave it to someone more in need of it than I. Hopefully, she’ll be putting good use to it.”

A lady friend? You wanted to ask about this ‘someone’, but felt prying wouldn’t get you anywhere with the mysterious overlord. Instead, you beckoned him to follow as you walked towards the counter space Lucifer and Charlie were situated at. 

You both stopped at the creamy-white marbled island. On its surface, was a large recipe book and different ingredients spread across. Alastor had to like something here, even if it wasn’t a decaying deer.

“Let’s see.. we could do french toast, yogurt parfaits, breakfast burritos, oh! We even could make hash browns! What do you think?”

Alastor bent down to look besides you, his eyes scanning the pages. He opened his mouth to speak, before his gaze snapped to another demon coming into view.

“Darling, i’ve finished the pancake mix. I was thinking you could…” Lucifer stopped, locking eyes with the Radio Demon. A frown formed on his lips, and his brow furrowed. “Oh. It’s you.” 

That smile Alastor held widened, as he straightened himself and turned towards the fallen angel. You grimaced, not again.

“Your majesty! What a pleasure to see you this hellish morning, I apologize for not being able to greet you when you arrived earlier.”

“A tragedy.” Lucifer responded mildly, before his eyes settled on you. 

“Well isn’t this nice! The four of us, all working together to make this breakfast special.” Charlie appeared besides her father, a smile on her lips as she tried to lighten the situation.

“Yes, I was just asking Alastor what else he thinks we should make.” You nodded along, before turning to the demon for his input.

“It appears your menu contains a less-than-ideal amount of meat, my friend. Perhaps, some bacon roll-ups? They were a staple for meals back in my days on earth. Very simple as well, just cream cheese, bread, and bacon!”

You were aware of what he was talking about. They were made by putting cream cheese on a slice of bread, before using a strip of bacon to roll it into a ball. You’d spear it with a toothpick and bake it for about twenty minutes, and wala, an odd delicacy.

“That is a great idea! Isn’t it, dad?” Charlie asked, nudging her father with her elbow, prodding for a response.

“It sounds kind of gross.” 

“Dad!” Charlie turned, a slight growl in her voice. “Say something nice!” 

“Bacon is much better than venison, though!” Lucifer quickly responded, following his daughter’s demand. You place a hand to your face, sighing at his antics. A hint of smile played on your lips as you walked forward, pulling Lucifer away by the arm.

Charlie turned back to Alastor, their conversation inaudible as you walked away. You went to the opposite side of the kitchen, where the bowl full of pancake batter lay. Flour messily covered the countertop, 

“You two need to learn to get along, you bicker like an old married couple.” You said after a few moments.

Lucifer shot you a look, visibly distraught by your comment. “That guy gets on my nerves! If it weren’t for Charlie liking him so much, I'd smite him.” 

“Yeah, yeah, tough guy,” you teased, leaning against him. You both sat there for a few moments, silently indulging in each other's presence. Later, you’d ask to seek his company in the privacy of your room. For now, you pulled away, grabbing the mixing bowl.

“So, what did you need my help with?” 

“I thought you’d like to give the pancakes a little.. shape,” he started, turning towards the stove and spinning the dial, “use that artistic talent of yours and make a delicious masterpiece, hm?” 

You perked, he wants you to make pancake art? What a wonderful idea! This was something you have never done before, but you’ve seen enough videos to imitate it. “I’ll go get some dark food coloring, and another mixing bowl.”

Lucifer began placing pans onto the stove burners, placing small amounts of butter in each. They sizzled as the pan began to heat. You stood besides him, slowly stirring the batter as you hummed to the tune of ‘innsbruck, I must leave thee’ 

Soon, Lucifer was humming the notes as well, and you smiled warmly as the two of you stood-by-side, drowning out the other’s chatter with your little tune. 

Nearby, Vaggie and Charlie were giggling to each other as they placed the waffle mix into its designated maker. Small bowls of different fruit and syrup spread around, as they prepared the toppings. 

Alastor stood beside them, a large cooking fork floating mid-air in front of him. Small tendrils snaked around the utensil as it occasionally lowered to the pan in front of him to adjust the bacon. 

“Hey, Al! Why don’cha give us a table over here so we can have somewhere to eat?” Angel Dust called, a stack of plates in his hand. The egg bois stood patiently around him, each holding a set of silverware and napkins. 

Alastor turned to the spider-demon before humming a confirmation. Lifting his hand, he snapped his fingers. A large oak table materialized from a cloud of green smoke, a long, red table-runner rolled free as it hung slightly off the edges.

Chairs seemingly rose from the floor like the undead, rocking slightly as they settled around the table. The egg bois rushed forward, clumsily climbing up the chairs as they began placing the silverware. Using his extra arms, Angel quickly placed the plates down, before doing the same with the glass cups. 

Husk raised Nifty by the waist, allowing her to reach over the table and pour the different liquid contents into their respectable glasses. 

Strawberry milk for Sir. Pentious and his bois, water for Alastor, and chocolate milk for Vaggie and Charlie. Apple juice filled Lucifer’s cup, and your favorite drink was topped to the brim right next to his.

In front of you, two bowls of batter laid beside the stove you stood at. One was a dark brown, the other a much lighter shade. 

You had cleaned two ketchup bottles, before slowly pouring in the different batters and filling them full. Using the bottles, you’d make batter shapes on the pan, and use the lighter shade to fill in the lineart.  

Right now, you were attempting to make the outline of a duck—who would have thought?—for Lucifer. It was coming out surprisingly well, in your opinion. The lines were rather smooth, and the beak looked like a beak so all seemed good. 

You switched bottles, ready to begin filling in the pancake. Before you felt someone sidle up behind you, fingers grazed softly down your back with familiar warmth.

“What are you doing now?” Lucifer peeked from behind you, getting a glimpse of your work. You moved over slightly, inviting him in front of your cooking easel. 

“Take a guess,” you smiled next to him, “I figured you’d want something cute to start off your day.”

“Well, it seems you made it too cute to eat.” Lucifer pouted, as he stared at the little pancake. You laughed, reaching for a spatula and gripping the pan handle with the other hand. 

“And it’s too cute to let it get cold and then throw it away.” You spoke, lowering the spatula into the pan. You shimmied it underneath the pancake, before flipping it quickly. As it landed, the image of the duck became much clearer, the lines flat and smooth. 

“I’m just glad you love me enough to combine my two favorite things.” Lucifer smiled, before he nuzzled his cheek softly against yours. You moved your head slightly, letting your lips graze against his cheekbone. 

Looking down at the pancake, you lifted it slightly to check whether it was done. Seeing the golden-brown hue, you lifted the ban from the burner. Slowly, you slid the duck-cake onto the finished pile. 

There were two plates of hot, delicious pancakes. One was simply everyday pancakes, which Lucifer had made. Yours on the other hand were handcrafted  Each one was a unique shape. There was a smiley face, an octopus, a butterfly, a fish, and now, a duck. You smiled proudly at your creations. 

Picking up the plates of pancakes, the two of you walked towards the dining table. The egg bois were already seated, and the others were finishing up their tasks.

“Finally, let’s eat!” Vaggie called towards the group of demons slowly gathering around the table. Charlie picked up a few waffles from the stack, and placed them on a few plates. 

Vaggie appeared next to her, a small plate of french toast in her grip as she too began moving around the table. 

Alastor set a large, flat dish in the middle of the table. Small toothpicks stuck out of the bacon wraps, steam wafting slowly from the interior. Nifty reached out and grabbed one, placing it on her plate.

You turned towards the pile of pancakes, grabbing a spatula to begin setting them on a separate plate before Lucifer slid beside you, watching your movements.

“I’ve got this, Darling. You go sit down.” He nudged you away from the plates, towards the table. You sent him a warm smile, before turning and taking a seat next to Sir. Pentious and Husk. 

“Saved a seat for me, did’ya?” Angel Dust smiled at Husk, before plopping down into the seat next to him. He had a large fruit bowl, a multitude of sliced colorful produce nestled together.

“Only because you’d bitch if I didn’t,” Husk replied, a faint smile playing on his lips as he drank from his glass. To be honest, this was the first time you saw Husk take a sip of something that wasn’t alcohol. 

Charlie lowered the large plate of remaining waffles onto the table, before brushing her hands against her apron and walking to her own seat.

“Dig in, everyone!” she exclaimed, her smile infectious as she served herself a stack of french toast.

Nifty’s eyes widened in delight as she took a bite of the bacon wrap, while Sir Pentious marveled at the designs of your handcrafted pancakes.

“Here you go, little lady.” Lucifer bowed slightly to Nifty, setting down the steaming tower of pancakes in front of her. She clapped her hands with giddy, before turning to Lucifer and giving him a pat on the cheek.

“Good boy.” She teased, before bursting into giggles.

Lucifer’s smile faltered, and he leaned back. He chuckled nervously, backing away to grab more food. He quickly walked around the table, before setting waffles onto each of the eggs boi’s plates. They licked their lips hungrily, as they stared down at the delicacy in front of them. Lucifer stood up, a hand slowly reaching behind his back.

“A good friend of mine told me you boys fancy ice cream, is that right?” He looked at Frank, who nodded his shell rapidly. Lucifer grinned cheekily, as he pulled forth a large tub of vanilla ice cream.

“Well, good thing for you, nobody said you can’t mix a little dessert with breakfast once in a while.” 

The egg bois practically went berserk seeing the holy grail of yummy deliciousness. They vibrated happily in their seats as Lucifer scooped a large glob on top of each egg’s waffles. It began to slowly melt, running across the waffles surface like syrup. 

He stepped back, as the eggs began to devour the food on their plates. Mumbling a thanks through their full mouths as Lucifer strode away, grabbing pancakes for himself.

He sat down across from you, his eyes moving from the scene around him and then on to you. He stared at you for a moment, while you were busy stuffing your face with the food on your plate. After a moment, you met his gaze. 

“Food too hot, or something? You keep staring at me.” You teased, tilting your head at him.

“It’s just hard to tear my gaze away,” he spoke, “when there is something much more delicious in front of me than the pancakes on my plate.” 

Your cheeks heated, and you averted your gaze, reaching out to grab a bacon wrap. You twisted the toothpick between your fingers, and inhaled the scent as it wafted from the small bundle.

It wasn’t too bad, and you were about to take a nibble before you saw Lucifer’s watery eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he only sniffled in response.

“You’re going to eat his wraps before you eat my pancakes?” He pouted, lowering his head in mock-defeat. Rolling your eyes playfully, you took a fork and cut a small piece of pancake from the rest. Taking the bacon wrap, you stabbed the other end of the toothpick through the small square. 

Lifting the bacon-pancake duo to your lips, you pulled them from the toothpick with your teeth. You swirled it in your mouth, your eyes rolling back as the flavors burst on your tongue. 

When you looked back at Lucifer, he was staring intensely at you. A smirk playing on his lips, before he sighed dramatically. 

“Now what is it?”

“Nothing.. just thinking about how that could be me.” 

You burst out laughing when those words left his lips, shocked at his sudden bluntness. Sir Pentious turned to you, giving you a look of worry as you almost choked on your food. 

After a moment, you cleared your throat. You sent Lucifer a glare for almost killing you, and he only chuckled before turning his attention from you.

Charlie, who had been sitting a few chairs away, turned to you. She smiled warmly as she spoke, “thank you for helping us with this. I really liked your butterfly pancake!”

You returned the smile, nodding your head. “It was no problem at all, I think we all deserve to have a good meal surrounded by friends. It’s you who brought us all together, so thank you.”

Charlie blushed at your words, before turning her attention back to Vaggie. Who was talking to her about an idea regarding the hotel. 

You looked around the table, taking note of the smiling faces and cheerful conversation. Alastor was helping Nifty cut some of her pancakes, his precise strikes with the knife seemed familiar to that of cutting steaks.

Sir Pentious was handing his eggs each a piece of french toast, helping them drown it in syrup as they sat there happily. Slight traces of ice cream still around their mouths.

Angel Dust and Husk were busy picking fruit from the bowl, with Angel making some kind of lude comment as he watched fruit juice dribble down Husk’s chin. Who only growled and playfully swatted at the spider-demon.

Your gaze stopped in front of you, resting on Lucifer. He had finished almost his entire plate, and now was resting his chin against his knuckles. His elbow rested against the table, and he shifted slightly to tilt his head at you. 

“Well, what do you think? Would you have preferred breakfast in bed?” He asked, taking another sip of his apple juice.

You shook your head, smiling at him. Contentedness spreads across your features as you let the food settle in your stomach. 

“No, I could get used to mornings like this,” you spoke softly. 

Lucifer nodded, his fingers reaching out to graze yours. You laced your index finger with his, and tapped his knuckles softly. 

“Yeah, me too.” 

who doesn’t enjoy some fluff about cooking with your lover? just pure fluff today, but i hope you guys enjoyed this! :)

sorry about that long wait, forgive me 🙏

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[asonofpeter]

Normal

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: After the events of everything, you and Jaime can finally be alone...

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), fingering, oral fem receiving, penetrative sex, Blue Beetle spoilers?

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Final part! Took me a while but I did it! Short and sweet. This shit got me horny af so it's pretty good hehe. Enjoy!

My work shall also not be translanted, copied or reposted!

“This thing is itchy,” Jaime sighed as he shifted in his seat. “Fuck, can’t reach it,” he dropped his arm. 

“I got you,” you reassured, arm reaching around his back as you lightly grazed his skin, trying to navigate where he was itchy based on his features.

“No, no, a little to the right,” he winced before he relaxed. “Right there,” he closed his eyes in relief. “Thank you, mi amor,” he squeezed your hand. 

You smiled and for the next few minutes, you thought he was good until he started again. 

“Jesus,” he stood up, walked to his room and he threw his shirt over his head. 

“Still?” 

“It’s worse,” he huffed out. “It’s everywhere now,” he glanced in the mirror. 

“Just tell me where,” you walked up beside him.

“Along the edges, where it meets,” he said and you complied.

“Thank you,” he exhaled, turning around to kiss your temple.

Your breath hitched when you opened your eyes to be faced with your shirtless boyfriend. 

“Hmm,” you made a noise, reaching your hand up to brush his skin. “Been a while since I’ve seen you like this,” you said. 

“Oh, yeah,” he smiled, glancing at where you were touching him. 

“We’re home alone,” you added.

With Rocio and Nana shopping at the mall, Millie at work, and Rudy getting some parts for his new truck, you and Jaime were finally alone.

“I bought condoms the other day,” he said and you looked up at him.

“Shut the door,” was all you said.

Jaime nodded and he ran toward it before you both ran to each other, your hands quickly finding their way to his hair and his to your waist. 

You were obsessed with how he felt.

“I missed you,” Jaime sighed, forehead pressed against yours. 

“Me too,” you exhaled, pressing your lips against his. 

Everything grew heated, the intense longing you felt for one another finally pouring over as you both undressed each other. 

You sucked in a breath when his hand pinched your nipple, his other hand squeezing your ass, kneading the soft flesh. You pressed your body against him and he let go of you, hands touching your hips as he guided you on his bed. 

“You are so gorgeous,” he shook his head in disbelief, gaze raking over your body as you rested on your elbows, lip pulling between your teeth, your face heating up under his stare. “I love you so much,” he leaned down and kissed you, his hand slowly sliding up your thigh.

“Jaime,” you called his name softly, resting your head against the pillow, spreading your legs, and welcoming his hand between them. “I love you,” you said before your breath hitched, his fingers gliding along your folds. 

You felt your back arch as he circled his thumb around your clit, your lips becoming wetter, and soon you felt his middle finger go inside you. 

He moaned at the feeling and you could only picture how good it would feel when he was finally inside you. 

“Oh my god, Jaime,” you sighed, hips beginning to move against his palm before he placed another finger inside you, your back arching in the process.

You felt that pressure build and you knew you were close. Embarrisanly way too soon for what it normally took, but hey, it had been too damn long.

“C’mon, mi amor, you got it,” he encouraged, your nails raking down his arm as you gripped onto his wrist. Your hips ground against his fingers, your body withering beneath him as the pleasure became overbearing. 

“Jaime,” you moaned, thighs tightening around his hand when his finger stroked over that rough spot as you finally reached your orgasm. “Oh, fuck,” you cried, voice breathless.

You slowly opened your eyes to gaze at him before you glanced down, your hands still wrapped around his wrist. You relaxed, hands drawing up his arm and over his chest. You maneuvered yourself so he settled between your legs.

“So good, baby,” he kissed your cheek before he placed one on your lips. 

“Mhmm, Jaime,” you breathed, your touch dragging out over his shoulders and down his back. 

He smiled above you, his head dipping down as he pressed his lips along your jaw, trailing down your neck, your collarbone, your chest. He hummed, wrapping his lips around your sensitive peaks, your back arching as he kneaded your flesh. He took his time in exploring your body, savoring each area of skin, each sound escaping your beautiful lips, and each and every feel of you. 

“You are so beautiful,” he kissed down your stomach, hands tracing every curve of your body, squeezing his favorite parts right as he arrived at where you wanted him the most. “So delicate,” he shook his head as he situated himself between your thighs, his strong hands pulling them apart further. “All mine,” he breathed before he licked a long stripe along your pussy, your back curving at his touch. 

You gasped, hands reaching out to clutch the sheets, your thighs instinctively squeezing around his head and he welcomed in by moving your legs over his shoulders. You let out a trail of moans, your fingers finding their way to his soft brown curls, pushing him further against your core.

His tongue traced a small pattern on your clit, his lips wrapped plumply around the bud as he sucked. He knew you were sensitive, his eyes opening to catch your uncontrolled body as you struggled to feel the pleasure you were longing for. He placed his hands on your hips, holding you down as he continued. 

You began to move your hips, but his grip stopped you and you whined at the lack of control. You heard him chuckle against you and that only served as another gasp of pleasure leaving you. You missed having him between your legs and seeing him as he ate you out. Sometimes it felt like he loved it more than you. 

“I’m gonna-,” you lifted your head, lightening the pressure on his head as you felt your second orgasm approach. “Fuck, Jaime,” you moaned, falling back on the bed as you came undone.

You caught your breath, eyes dazed as you stared at the ceiling. You felt smooches on your body, moving up before your boyfriend came into view. 

“I really missed that,” you said, chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“It’s been too long,” he cupped your face, reaching down to kiss you. 

You thought about it, aware that it’s been more than a few months. Probably the day he left for his final year at Gotham University. 

“It has,” you agreed, getting up and moving him onto his back before you straddled him. His underwear is the only thing blocking you. You shifted, grinding slightly on him and you grinned when you felt him beneath you. “I definitely missed this,” you smirked, dipping your hand in his underwear and wrapping your hand around his length. 

“Mi amor,” he closed his eyes and you licked your lips deviously. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you inside me again,” you reached over to his nightstand where you knew the condoms were, and pulled one out, not ripping your attention away from him as you lazily pumped him. “All those lonely nights I wished you were fucking me, whispering my name in my ear,” you glanced down at your work, his precum dripping down your hand.

You stared back at Jaime, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to keep focus, beads of sweat forming on his skin and you wondered how his senses had changed ever since Khadji-Da was introduced. 

“You say the right things,” he sat up, grabbing your head and pressing his lips against yours, moving you to your back in the process. “Always so perfect for me,” he said against your lips, his hips lining up with yours and soon he sank into you, your walls wrapping around him.

“Oh,” you both sucked in a breath when he stilled inside you. 

“Please,” you furrowed your brows. “Can we savor this?” you asked, reaching up to press your forehead against his. 

“Mhmm,” he nodded, gulping. 

You wrapped your legs around him, hands coming up to touch his biceps and you moved to hide your face in his neck, inhaling his wonderful scent.

After a beat, he began to rock his hips, your tightness sucking him back in with each thrust. You dragged your nails down his muscles, everything sensitive and you felt the way your walls craved the feel of his cock, the sensation traveling all the way back to your bud, causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head. 

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” you moaned, clutching onto him.

“Neither am I,” he groaned, lips pressing against your ear. 

“Fuck,” you came first with him following right after. 

He rolled off you, disposing of the condom before he welcomed you to cuddle against him. 

“I think it’s time we start thinking of getting our own apartment,” you said after a beat of silence. 

“I agree,” he brushed your arm with his hand, rolling to his side to see your face. 

You smiled, puckering your lips and he grinned as he reached down to kiss you. Things were normal again but you both knew one thing, no matter what you’d be where the other goes…

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how about possessive jealous slightly mean dom jinnie 🥰

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader Word count: 1.05k Genre: Smut 🔥❤️ Warning: Err I didn't proofread MY FAULT, rough sex, hair pulling, Hyunjin still cares when he's angry at you, possessive themes, Hyunjin is jealous. thats abt it >.>

Hyunjin wasn't a jealous man, not often anyway, but this was outrageous, there's no way you'd gone out with Minho just for shopping at noon, it was well past 11 almost 12 pm, and you still weren't back. He lied in the bed alone and called you again.

The phone rang, and rang, and rang.

Then the automated voice announced you as unavailable.

Hyunjin grit his teeth, what type of crap was Lee Know pulling here? Borrowing you to go shopping, and staying out this late...?

Hyunjin wanted to scream. Then he heard the door opening, he sat up.

You came into the room, carrying a bunch of bags on your arms and smiled gently. "Hyunjinnie."

He made a face, "Where were you?"

You gave him a confused look. "I went out shoppi-"

"Until 11?" He gave you a look of disbelief. "y/n."

You pursed your lips. "Sorry." You huffed setting down the bags and walking into your shared bathroom.

Hyunjin stood up from the bed. "You can't be brushing me off right now."

"Who said I'm brushing you off?" You looked over your shoulder at him as you brushed your hair.

"y/n."

"Hyunjin." You glared at him.

He rolled his eyes and went back to bed, seeing no use arguing with you.

After about ten minutes you joined him in an oversized t-shirt and panties, facing away from him hugging your pillow and looking at your phone.

Hyunjin glanced at you and tried to touch you, he propped himself up on his elbow and bristled. You were texting Minho. Against his better judgement, he grabbed your phone.

You sprang up in a hot rage about to go off on him for being like this tonight but he kissed you hard, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth before you could protest.

"Why are you talking to him?" He asked, his voice a low husky sound.

"Minho wa-"

"Why were you talking to him?" Hyunjin's eyes narrowed.

"Hyun- OH!" You gasped as he pinned you down suddenly.

"First you stay out late, then you brush me off, now you're texting him?" He pulled your underwear off and his thumb found your clit. "Tell me huh? Can Minho make you feel like this?"

You moaned and jerked at the sudden stimulus, trying to get away for him. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head, it wasn't too harsh, he was giving you opportunity to stop, but you didn't stop him.

He rubbed your clit making you moan and gasp. His grip on your wrist tightened as you tried to jerk away. "Huh? What's wrong?" He asked teasingly.

"T-too much!" You squealed as he applied more pressure to your clit.

"Oh?" He released your hands and moved to be eye level with your sex. "It looks fine to me."

"Hyunj-"

He shoved a finger into you, "Sucking in my finger so desperately, you're wishing it was my dick aren't you?"

You squirm. "No-"

"We're lying now?" He removed his hand from you and licked his fingers, "Open." he brought his finger to your mouth and you opened obediently. He smiled as you sucked on his finger tongue running around the digit, "Good. Minho can't make you do that can he?"

You shook your head, whining softly as Hyunjin pulled his finger out of your mouth.

"Pity." he sighed before grabbing your thighs he lifted them over his shoulders before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard.

Your hands flew to his hair and tugged hard, pulling an animalistic sound from his lips, you bucked as the sound vibrated through your core. You felt the knot in your core tightening, you were getting closer, he slipped two fingers into you and curled them to find your g-spot. You squirmed and moaned out, about to release.

And he pulled away, smiling.

You sat up in a hot rage about to choke him. "Hwang Hyunj- AH!"

He flipped you onto your belly and kissed the side of your neck gently. "Stay like this, hm? Be my good girl?" You peeked over your shoulder to see him pulling down his pants just enough to get out his dick.

You gasped as he pulled your arms back.

"Tell me if it hurts." He kissed you gently before slamming into hard forcing a choked squeal from your throat. "So loud." He pushed you down, forcing your back to arch, "Don't want to wake the neighbors, keep it down." He pulled out slowly and thrust into you again, his balls slapping against your clit. You gasped and squirmed under him as he steadily picked up the pace as he started fucking into your roughly.

"Hyunnie! Hyunjin! M- I- p-please!" You moaned and gasped.

"Huh?" He grabbed your hair. "I can't quite understand you, sweet girl. Repeat that?"

You tried formulating the sentence in your head but you couldn't even think of words, Hyunjin lifted your shirt and squeezed your tit.

"What's wrong?" He simpered. "Little slut can't talk anymore? My dick hitting you just right, huh?"

You nodded and cried as he fucked you, bed creaking under your combined weight. "Hyunjin!"

"Are you going to stay out again with some idiot?"

You shake your head. "No. No. Please!"

He released you and let you fall to the bed, grabbing your hips with bruising force, he pulled you back against him, groaning loudly as he hit your cervix. "You're mine, right? This pussy belongs to me."

You nod, "Uh huh! Yours!"

"My sweet girl wants to cum?" His hand reached around and started rubbing at your clit.

"Please!" You moaned loudly.

"Cum for me." He whispered, licking the shell of your ear.

"Mph- Hyunnie!" Your body stiffened, your vision going white, a broken moan escaping your throat.

Hyunjin groaned loudly, his hips stuttering before he shoved himself in deep and came hard inside you letting out a feral sound.

You trembled, pussy spasming around Hyunjin's softening cock.

"Didn't hurt you did I?" He asked quietly, pulling out and rolling off you.

You shook your head no and rolled onto your back.

He grabbed you and pulled you close.

"You're hot when you're jealous..." You muttered.

"Who said I was jealous?" He glanced at you, rolling his eyes.

You giggled.

"Don't do that again." He whispered kissing your hair.

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[juceynightmare]

dating 101 (18+) part 16 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, roman reigns x reader

warning(s): swearing, dirty talk, daddy kink, corruption kink, stomach bulge, reader squirts

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst

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she had heard stories of girls becoming attached to the men they lost their virginities to, but she had never thought that the connection would be so strong that y/n would find herself wanting to constantly be around cody despite not being romantically attracted to the man at all. knowing this, y/n had been cautious of the time she spent alone with cody, and luckily with midterms around the corner and her promises to study with roman, this was fairly easy for her to do. she spent time between her classes with roman, and the time out of class studying with him in his dorm or in the library. everything was going smoothly for roman and y/n. but y/n is a sinner, and cody is y/n’s favorite sin.

every thrust sent y/n’s face further into cody’s pillow, her screams and moans muffled by the material. a third orgasm shook her entire body, as she turned her head to the side so she could moan out, “oh daddy! fuck, i’m cumming again daddy.  it’s too much daddy.” her hands were balled into fists behind her, as cody continued to pull her back against his thrusts by her wrists.

“if it’s too much, then why do you end every day by cumming on my cock, princess?” cody taunted, his grip tightening on her wrists and his thrusts become rougher as he watched her orgasm wash over her for the third time that night. “hasn’t even been a week since i first wrecked this pussy. my little whore is addicted to cock now, aren’t you?” he grunted, pressing his hips flush against hers and stilling inside of her.

cody let go of her wrists, watching the way y/n immediately fell limp against the mattress. he kept his hips flushed to hers as she fell, a smile creeping up to his face at the soft whimpers that left her spent mouth. he leaned down, covering her with his body and rolling his hips against her ass slowly, drawing more whines and whimpers out of her. “just yours, daddy. only addicted to you.” y/n admitted.

cody immediately pulled out of her, causing y/n to whine out in disappointment. “stop whining, i’ll be back in you soon.” he swore, pushing himself up and turning y/n back over so she was on her back. cody spread her legs with one hand while the other one pumped his length. he lined himself up with her entrance, before pushing his entire length with one hard thrust.

y/n screamed from the feeling of being split open again, her back arching up off the bed as cody set a relentless pace, chasing his own high. “only me, huh? what would roman think?” cody taunted, his hands holding y/n down by her hips as she squirmed under him. “but you’re right, princess. of course you’d only be addicted to me. because no one else will ever be able to stretch you out the way i can.” he brought one of his hands up to y/n’s lower stomach, feeling the place where her stomach bulged with every thrust as he applied pressure to the spot.

y/n’s screams grew louder and her thrashing more violent once cody pressed down on that sweet spot. she remembered how evil cody had been once he realized that he was so deep in y/n that her stomach would bulge with every thrust. she also removed how much she came once cody had placed his hand over that spot and applied pressure. tonight was no different.

she moaned cody’s name as she came over cody again, this time squirting and wetting the places where their bodies met. cody had quickened to a jackhammer pace, his thrusts growing sporadic as praises fell from his mouth. he quickly pulled out of her, his fingers replacing his cock as he thrusted two fingers in her and rubbed her clit with his thumb to ride out y/n’s high. he fisted his cock with his other hand, only needing two pumps before he came over her stomach with a loud moan of her name.

eventually, cody pulled his fingers out of y/n after slowing to a stop when she stopped shaking. he wiped the cum that had dripped on to his hand on to his thigh while licking off y/n’s juices off of his fingers. he smiled at the sight of y/n so spent on his bed, her hands still gripping the bed sheets beside her weakly, her eyes shut closed, and her mouth slightly agape. cody leaned down, grabbing both of her hands in his and making her let go of the bed sheets so he could lace his fingers with her. he kissed her gently, his eyes fluttering shut as is routine.

what wasn’t part of their routine was the way the room around them started to spin once y/n kissed him back. cody couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss, feeling his world start to spin as y/n weakly moaned against him. eventually, he felt y/n pull away and he opened his gaze to meet hers. cody couldn’t tell if he was breathless because of the way they had just fucked like animals, or because of the kiss they shared, or because of the way y/n smiled up at him so innocently and giggled like she hadn’t just been squirting on his dick.

“you okay, codes? there’s something different about the way you’re looking at me.” she whispered, letting go of one of his hands so she could cup cody’s cheek. y/n stared into cody’s gaze, observing the way his gaze had softened and he looked at her as if she were the richest prize known to man.

“yeah.” he whispered, although he couldn’t figure out exactly what y/n meant by him looking at her differently. “guess i just came really hard.” he mumbled, a smile creeping up on his lips as y/n leaned her head up to peck his lips.

“yeah, there’s a lot. i feel it.” y/n laughed, looking down between their bodies and seeing the amount of cum that had pooled across her stomach, tits, and was beginning to drip on to the towel that cody had laid over his bedsheets just under her hips.

“oh fuck, yeah you’re right. i absolutely covered you.” cody laughed, following her gaze and getting up from the bed. he lifted y/n’s hips, apologizing softly when he heard her let out a moan of discomfort, and taking out the drenched towel from under her. they had learned quickly to start laying a towel down wherever they wanted to fuck: y/n squirted far too often whenever cody was in charge.

he began to wipe off his cum off of her body, leaning down to peck her lips periodically just so he could hear her giggle at the sensation. cody couldn’t ignore the way his heart had felt so full in his chest whenever she would smile into the kiss.

he had noticed it often this past week. cody had found him missing y/n throughout the day, and she was constantly on his mind. however, whenever he’d text, he’d simply be reminded that she was spending time with roman studying for their upcoming midterm or just hanging out with him. dinner was usually a thing with ted as well, so cody would find himself fighting for y/n’s attention. their morning routines together were no longer enough “y/n and cody time” for cody, and he craved for more.

but then she’d invite him to her room in the middle of the night, right before she fell asleep, and cody would happily make his way over.

this time, though, ted had left for the weekend, and cody was finally able to fuck his favorite girl into his mattress and make her cum for him over, and over, and over again without a care in the world for rushing to finish.

favorite girl?

he crumpled up the towel and threw it into his laundry basket. then, he went over to the large window in the room and opened it up to air out the room. while going through the motions, it was as if cody was on auto-pilot as he continued to delve deeper into his own thoughts.

favorite girl?

cody got into bed besides y/n who had scooted closer to the wall to make room for cody. he laid his arm under her head when she lifted it, and grabbed for his blanket with his other hand as y/n scooted close to him to cuddle up against his chest. cody pulled his blanket over them, sighing in comfort as he draped an arm over y/n’s frame and held her close against him. he felt y/n peppering kisses against the skin of his chest, causing an impossibly wide smile to tug at the corners of his lips and his heart to threaten to beat right out of his chest.

favorite girl?

“what are you doing?” cody questioned, a soft chuckling leaving his lips at the way her kisses had started to tickle his skin.

“kissing you, right between your boobies because i love man boobs.” y/n replied, her voice monotone.

cody laughed at her response, bringing his hand up to the back of her head and tugging at her hair lightly to get her to pull her head away from his chest. he adjusted her so that they were face to face, and cody melted at the sight of her beaming at him.

favorite girl?

“you look real good after getting fucked. the after sex glow makes you look way better than any makeup ever could.” cody complimented, feeling satisfied as he watched her flushed cheeks deepen to a darker shade of red. “and your lips. so puffy.” he observed, his voice sounding so incredibly dazed as if cody was genuinely shocked by how full and plump her lips looked.

“that’s because you fucked my face, cody.” she laughed, wrapping her own arm around cody’s midsection while her other arm curled up against her own chest between them.

“you love it whenever i do that.” cody mused.

“when did i say i didn’t love it?” y/n asked, cocking a brow.

he shook his head, amused and so wonderfully enamored by the way y/n had so quickly doubled down on cody’s response. “god, what did i create?” he whispered, mostly to himself but elaborated when he saw y/n’s confused reaction. cody cupped y/n’s face with his hand, leaning down to peck her lips before continuing, “you’re insatiable. i take your virginity and you invite me back to your bed every day for the past week so we can fuck.” he whispered.

“yeah, well i don’t see you complaining about it.” y/n shot back, her tone playful. “just.. i don’t know. you’re so good and roman and i haven’t even gotten as far as another make out session yet so i’m extra frustrated.” she admitted after a moment of silence.

favorite girl?

cody rolled his eyes at the mention of roman, his hand dropping from her face so he could drape his arm back over her. he shut his eyes, suddenly feeling irritated at the thought of roman being in his position in that moment and being the one to share this moment with y/n. “roman’s way better than me. i give in so quickly to you whenever you want some dick, i don’t understand how roman’s not even giving into the temptation..” he laughed, a hint of praise in his tone.

“cody, are you implying what i think you’re implying?” y/n asked, reaching up to pull up at cody’s eyelid to force him to open his eyes.

cody was happy knowing that y/n was so comfortable enough with him that she’d even go as far as forcing him to open his eyes just so they’d make eye contact. although, he would certainly say it was the first time he’d ever have a girl do that to him.

favorite girl?

“what do you think i’m implying?” cody asked, keeping his eyes open so y/n wouldn’t have to keep her hand up by his face. her arm was blocking his view of her and he wanted to see her in her entirety.

“are you implying that you find me… irresistible?” y/n asked, amusement dripping down her chin like honey as she giggled like a little schoolgirl.

“i don’t just fuck the same person every day for the past week. so yes, yes i do find you irresistible.” cody answered, smiling at the way genuine shock had appeared on y/n’s face. “what are you so shocked about? i literally have to fucking hold myself out so i don’t cum too quickly whenever you suck my dick and your pussy is so tight that sometimes it even hurts. that’s how tight you are.” cody replied, watching the way y/n had turned beet red at his blunt comment. he leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips and feeling his world be set in motion once again as she kissed him back.

favorite girl?

“is that a good thing?” y/n whispered once cody pulled away.

“depends on the person. but for me? you’re perfect.” cody whispered in response, pulling y/n back into him and closing his eyes. “roman’s a lucky man. when he gets his first taste, i’m sure he’ll be in the same boat as me. but for right now, i’m going to be worshipping you like you’re a goddess while i still have all your attention.”

“i’m so happy you’re my first, cody.” y/n admitted in a whisper before pressing her face into his chest and listening to the way cody’s heart had began to beat rapidly. “you always treat me so well, even when it’s not sexual. i’m sort of shocked you don’t have a girlfriend yet.”

favorite girl.

y/n had become cody’s favorite girl in this world, but cody wouldn’t ever let himself admit that out loud. not when it was obvious y/n was using him as all the other girls before her had: to get herself off. not when y/n was into roman and still actively asking cody for advice on the littlest things such as what to do when roman would hold her hand as they walked to the library after class. not when cody knew he would much rather not limit himself to one person and keep himself satisfied with his multitude of woman that were only a phone call away.

but cody would let himself continue to be used by his favorite girl, because this was the only way cody could believe that y/n was truly, completely, undoubtedly his.

he replied, his voice barely above a whisper as the fatigue from their previous actions had finally caught up to him, “you already know i don’t want a girlfriend, or a relationship, y/n. being committed to one person just isn’t something that’s appealing to me.”

but if you want me, then say the word and i’ll be all yours, y/n.

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[nyxnygma]

Innocence || Tommy Lee

[Tommy Lee x Fem!Virgin!Reader]

Summary: The reader and her boyfriend, Tommy, make-out session turns into reader riding his thigh

Warnings: SMUT, slight innocence kink, thigh riding, praise kink?

A/N: yet again I wrote the actual smut first and then the beginning of it is shit cause I was rushing it. Probably won’t write that much detailed smut anymore because it’s a lot of pressure (unless someone makes a request that I just have to do)

Masterlist

You sat closely to Tommy on the sofa as you both enjoyed the after party, him more than you. You had never been to a proper party before you met your boyfriend and you still weren’t exactly sure how you were meant to act, so you would stick to the drummers side.

You were growing bored so you started to play with the ends of his hair. “You okay, babe?” He turns to face you.

“Mhm,” you hum as you lean closer to him as you start to attack his neck with soft kisses, “Bit bored though.”

“Oh that’s no good,” a smile grows on his face, “cmon then.”

He grabbed your hand and lead you to his bedroom where he sat down onto the bed and ushered you to straddle him. The drummer wrapped his arms around your waist and smiled stupidly at you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You giggled.

“Can’t help it,” he sighs, “you’re just so fucking beautiful.”

Heat spread across your face as you pulled him into a passionate kiss.

One of your hands were placed on his cheek, pulling him impossibly close to you, and the other ran through his unruly hair. All the loud sounds from the other room were blocked out for the both of you and the only noises you focused on were the soft grunts and heavy breathing.

You were doing no more than innocent kissing but you felt an ache in your core that you so desperately wanted Tommy to take care of. You couldn’t explain it.

You two hadn’t taken that next step, he would be your first time and he knew that so he wanted to take things slow because he had never felt this much love for anyone but you. He wanted to make it clear that he loved you for you and not for your body. But you needed something, anything.

Your hands move to grip his shoulders tightly and you pulled him in close as time went on, beginning to grind your core down against one of his thighs. You thought you were being subtle enough, but of course he felt it. 

He pulled away and looked down at you with a smug smirk. “What are you doing, babe?” He asked softly, having no intention to embarrass you but your cheeks flushed red again regardless and your eyes just couldn’t seem to meet his no matter how hard you tried. “Did that feel good?” He promoted, wanting an answer out of you before he took it any further. 

“Yes,” you admit, finally looking up at him to find his eyes blown wide with lust and all of his focus on you. 

“Keep going, just like this,” he told you, his large hands coming down to your hips to move you himself, dragging your core back and forth. “Have you ever done this before with your pillows?” He asked gently. 

The only answer you could give the drummer was a shake of your head, all of your focus on trying to keep quiet and control yourself as much as you could. 

“You’ll like this, baby. I promise. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he told you, before latching his lips down on your neck, right on a spot that made your core drip, soaking your underwear. You trembled in his arms, your breath hitching as you fought to contain a moan but he wasn’t having it. “Let me hear you. I wanna be the first one to hear those pretty little noises,” he told you, coaxing you into letting go. 

All it took was that lick of confidence to get you going, not holding back the whimpers and moans that were spilling from your lips as the friction of your clit sent wave after wave of pleasure through your body. “Feels so good,” you told him weakly, the coil in your stomach already beginning to tighten. 

“Good girl. You’re doing so good for me, baby. I love hearing those noises,” he praised, the confidence in you only skyrocketing with his words. 

You both kept on like that for a few minutes, with him giving you encouragements and praise until you were trembling and so, so close to release.

“Tommy, I- I’m,” you began to stutter out, unable to control your words through your moans. 

“Cum all over my thigh, Y/N. You’re gonna look even more pretty when you cum,” he mused, his hands taking back over to grind you down hard on his thigh. 

You came with a cry of his name on your lips, shaking and tense until you crashed down onto his chest. He was quick to rearrange you so you were sitting sideways on his lap, not wanting to overstimulate you, and wrapped his arms around you. 

“You did so good. And you were so fucking pretty when you came like that. All for me,” he said gently, a hand trailing up and down your spine until your breathing evened out. 

“Do you want me to…?” you asked hesitantly when you finally looked up, referencing the bulge left unattended in his leather pants.

“No it’s okay, babe. This was all for you,” he told you with an easy smile before he brought you back in to kiss you softly, “we’ll try more stuff another day.”

“I love you,” you state.

“I love you too,” he places a soft kiss to your forehead.

“We can try tomorrow maybe,” you shoot him a mischievous grin.

“Tomorrow it is,” the drummer chuckles as he hugs you closer to his chest.

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[doodle-pops]

Honeymoon Sweetheart

Argon x reader

Kinktober 2023: First Time

A/N: This was surprisingly difficult to write, keeping in tune with Argon's personality and not straying.

Warnings: fem!reader, virgin reader and Argon, first time, fingering, soft sex

Words: 6.1k

Synopsis: It's yours and Argon's first night as a married couple.

List of Requests

“Does it feel good?” His voice was delicate, filled with anxiousness and thrill as he looked on. Hands slightly shaking, not from their actions, but from the fear of messing up as he looked at your ethereal form lying on your back, cocooned by messy sheets and discarded pillows lying aimlessly about the bed. The blinds around the bed were halfway opened, providing just a small peak into your personal paradise in your new chapter of life.

The image of long, inky hair, flowing over his broad shoulders and down his semi-nude figure was captivating. Your husband. It was exhilarating to use the term after aeons of courting one another, he was finally here to tie the knot and sail away into forever with you. Your Arakáno, the young princeling of the Noldor was finally yours and entangled in the best positions you could imagine. Fingers buried and nestled deeply within your spongey walls, crooking away at your sweet spot with a feigned innocent look on his face. As much as he attempted to hide his enthusiasm visually, he knew you were able to read his facial expressions.

Curling your fingers into the sheet as he pressed against your sweet spot, your legs jolted and your back arched off the bed at the rise in pressure. Your lids were hooded and staring up at his hovering figure over yours. One hand gripping the pillow under your head while his long torso was covered in a sheen of sweat from the humidity, he batted his lashes at every micro–expression your face conveyed. The ‘O’ formatting of your mouth whenever he pressed against your spot and the biting of your lips to suppress your moans whenever he pumped his finger faster made his trousers uncomfortably tighter. He was sure to have combusted before you two actually engaged.

In his hovering position, he leaned his body lower, already enjoying the feeling of your lips on him from the entire evening, he swallowed them again. The little gasp you let out into his mouth from the abrupt action, combined with his fingers crooking repetitively against your sweet spot, one of your hands immediately shot out to curl in his hair. You were unsure of whether to push him away or pull him closer as kissed you with passion. Kissing him like still was wholesome, and to see him slowly letting loose under comfort was warming.

Digging your heels into the mattress and pushing yourself upwards as the pressure built, you were whispering into the kiss, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, keep going!” wanting for your bliss to wash over you like spring rain. It surprised you that he only asked questions whenever he was confused or unsure, and with his lack of ‘why’ at this moment, you had an inclination that his siblings and cousins bombarded his poor brain with their knowledge—they refused to leave him alone the entire night, so you could only imagine what they stuffed into his head.

“Káno, so close. I–I can feel it, oh God! Keep going please.” Eyes shut and breaking the kiss to whimper, you missed the small victory grin he produced to understand that he was about to accomplish a great feat, doing something right.

Looking down to where his fingers were wedged between your thighs, he was baffled by the glistening effect on his palm and wrist under the peaking moonlight, slithering through the blinds. His eyes left your face to stare awestruck at the work of art you were producing all over him, understanding that you were about to orgasm all over his hand. With nonstop motion, Argon repositioned himself swiftly, without losing stamina, to kneel between your legs, wanting to obtain a better view.

However, finding your squirming to be obscuring his view, a large palm was placed flat against your stomach to keep your still while his fingers pumped and curled according to your earlier commands. Little gushes of your arousal could be seen trickling out as his fingers thrust vigorously while he felt the increasing tightness of your walls around his fingers as though you were sucking him back in with every pump. An awe–like laugh slipped out at his amazement.

“You're so perfect,” he whispered, his eyes locked on your arousal, aware that you were on the brink. Your body thrashed on the bed, legs clamping around his hand, back arching off the mattress, and your hands gripping the sheets without concern for tearing them apart. All that remained was for him to witness the transformation of your angelic state into something even more ethereal and divine.

Panting and squealing as the burning sensation intensified, you shot up, your hands scrambling to hold onto Argon against your sweaty body as you trembled. Your hands slid from his sweaty torso as you shook from the intensity of the buildup. However, you could still feel his fingers slowly pumping, not yet withdrawing but remaining buried to relish the warmth and imagine what it would feel like for his cock. His poor member twitched and strained against his trousers, and if he didn’t remove them soon, he would likely explode before he could relieve himself. Yet, he continued to respect your pace, not wanting to shock you with his completely naked form.

Grinning as your smaller figure clung to him and trembled in the aftermath, he rubbed your back while you buried your face into his torso. The hot breaths escaping your mouth added to the heat of the moment, making his anticipation nearly unbearable. He tossed his head upwards to gaze at the canopy above, mumbling a silent ‘Fuck’ before returning his loving gaze to you. It was at that moment he decided to withdraw his fingers from your heat, savouring the sound of the squelch and the sensation of your inner muscles clinging to him like a secure blanket.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes, meeting his boyish smile with a giggle as you tilted your head upwards, silently demanding a kiss. Complying with your request, he met your lips in a tender embrace, two mouths coming together to savour the softness of your post-coital glow. Your fluttering giggles were like music to his ears, washing away his nerves as you prepared to embark on the next stage of your journey together.

Pecking his lips repeatedly, on the seventh kiss, you pulled away “Are we still…you know, continuing?” you asked with a hint of nervousness.

Blinking out of the trance you placed him under, he hesitantly nodded. “Only if you want to,” he said while sporting the hardest erection in his trousers. If anyone were to touch him, he’d explode. But of course, being raised with manners, he would have surely disappeared into the bathroom while you were resting and relieved himself.

“Uh–huh, of course, I want to continue,” you reacted, shuffling to your knees before him. “I’ve waited long for this moment Káno…” Sucking a deep breath after you spoke, you looked away from his piercing eyes to rake your eyes down his abdomen to meet his bulge.

Swallowing, you cast another glance at him before extending your hand to meet the ties of his trousers. He didn’t flinch or move, remaining still as he sucked in his breath, watching as you undressed him. Your nimble fingers slowly untied his trousers, almost as if you were waiting for him to halt the sequence of actions. However, you continued until the strings were undone. All that remained was to remove the material from his body, baring himself naked to you, just as you had done.

Gathering enough courage, your finger gripped the edges of the waistband to tug when his larger hands engulfed them. “Wait,” he began, “let me remove them. I still have to come off the bed.” There was the attempt to fit in a joke to ease the tension that settled throughout the room.

With a reassuring smile sent his way, you folded your legs sideways on the bed as he got off the stand at the foot. His tall and slightly muscular stature loomed over you, bearing remnants of scars from his tumultuous battles during his youth. The most prominent scar, an angry pink and jagged one, ran from his right shoulder to his left hip—a reminder of the blow that nearly took his life when he was an impetuous youth. Multiple times since the night had begun and he had revealed his shirtless form to you, your fingers and lips had traced those scars as if etching them into your memory.

His inky hair cascaded over his shoulder, most of it flowing down his back, with loose strands gracing his chest. With taut muscles and a proud posture, he gripped the flaps of his waistband and tugged the material down his hips, letting it slide down his legs. Throughout the entire process, his eyes never met yours, as they remained fixed on the carpeted floor. Strangely, embarrassment painted his face and body language, which surprised you once the trousers were completely off, and he returned to his full height. To you, there seemed to be no reason for him to be ashamed, especially when he had encouraged you to embrace your own nudity before him.

“Arakáno?” you called out, noticing his fists were clenched at his sides. You weren’t sure if the action was based on his awkwardness or the hard–on he was sporting. It appeared painfully angry with the leaking precum. From the looks of it, you were definitely baffled by the size and blushed a little at the idea of all that being inside you very soon. Would it fit? You hope it did.

He lifted his eyes to meet your gentle gaze, feeling your doe-eyed gaze penetrate the barriers he had erected. From where you were, your sweet voice called out to him, urging him to come closer. His footsteps dragged hesitantly across the carpet until his leg bumped against the foot of the bed. His head still hung low, his fingers fidgeted at his sides, and his toes tapped nervously against the floor.

“Káno, my sweet, sweet Káno,” you called again, this time, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed and rising to your knees. Your head reached his torso, still a great distance from his neck or lips—where you wanted to be. With your right hand outstretched, your cupped his nap, indicating you wanted a kiss.

Eager and willing to comply, he had relished the taste of your lips ever since that moment at the altar when he first kissed you. He tilted his head to meet you halfway, his enthusiasm nearly threatening to unbalance you from your kneeling position. However, you were saved by his strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. To help ease his tension, you ran your other hand through his hair, tugging and scraping your nails against his tender scalp. You loved the way his body became more relaxed and pliant under your touch. He fell deeper into the kiss, his knees momentarily buckling before he steadied himself with you as support.

Your laughter escaped the kiss, causing him to accidentally kiss your teeth, eliciting a soft whine from him. Eager to return to your lips, his arms travelled up your back to grip your head, keeping you focused and in front of him so his lips could capture yours once more. With a touch of ferocity, Argon treated your lips as if they were a delectable dessert, biting and tugging at them, savouring every moment as though honey had been drizzled upon them. Each time your lips parted for breath, your hands would wander down his body, scraping your nails against his washboard abs, and you couldn’t help but grin as he groaned or trembled.

As you teased your fingers lower, his kiss slowed, moving from your lips to the junction of your neck. Once your hands reached his pelvis, you felt him freeze against you, awaiting your next move. To say you weren’t nervous about attempting the next step would be an understatement; you were riddled with jitters. What if you made a mistake, and he didn’t like how you were touching him? What if he felt too embarrassed to say anything about it? What if he decided to end the entire encounter and called it a night?

“Are you alright?” he murmured into your neck. “Do you want to stop?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Just…” your voice trailed off hoping he would catch the tone of what you were implying.

Not wanting to leave the session hanging and feeling a teaspoon of confidence, mostly to deal with his aching cock and put it out of its misery, Argon's right hand released the nape of your neck and found your hand. He didn’t look down to observe his actions but kept his face buried in the crook of your neck while your hand continued its ministrations. Guiding you to meet his cock, he felt your hesitation when your finger brushed against the tip, and in response, he hissed at the sensation.  

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s alright; it just felt good,” he replied.

Amazed at how his cock had twitched in response to your touch, you extended your hand to meet him again, this time wrapping your fingers around his middle. He released a sigh of relief the moment your hands closed around him, his own hand gripping your wrist tightly before sliding down to encompass your fingers around his cock. There was a pregnant pause that hung in the air, neither of you making a sound before his hand guided yours in a slow, deliberate motion up and down his length. As you parted your lips at the sight, you were caught off guard by Argon's whimpering in the crook of your neck.

His breathing quickened as his hand continued to guide yours, helping you to twist and apply the right amount of pressure to provide pleasure. The way his abdomen clenched and became taut, flexing as he found relief, was mesmerizing. Unbeknownst to you, this reaction wasn’t solely due to his release; it was also a response to your delicate touch on such a sensitive part of him. Feeling you hold him so tenderly in your hands sent his heart fluttering and pulsing excitement through his cock.

Pushing more of his head into your neck, he panted and groaned, finally dropping his hand to let you work. “You can…You can—the head, swipe for friction…”

Raising your brows as you processed his words and fought off the confusion, your thumb swiped at the beads of precum that had gathered at the head of his cock, and you spread it along his length. As requested, this reduced friction as you tried to apply the same pressure he preferred, squeezing and twisting with both hands. “Is this good?” you asked meekly, turning your head to brush your lips against his hair.

Unable to convey his satisfaction verbally, his hands tightened around your waist, and he pushed his hips into your hands, matching your pace. The more he thrust his hips, the more precum gathered at the head, allowing you to collect and spread it over him. But Argon didn’t want to stop. No, he wanted to cease before he climaxed in your hands prematurely; he desired to finish inside you, marking your union. Yet, he was torn between summoning the strength to pull away and continuing to revel in the bliss. His whines were a clear indication of how much he was enjoying the experience.

As his hips continued their rhythmic movements, he managed to pull his head from your neck and return to his towering height. His lips were parted, eyes closed, and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. His thighs were tense and trembling, and it was a miracle he hadn’t already reached his peak the moment you touched him. Suddenly, his left hand shot out to grip your wrist, halting your motion.

 “Oh, I–I’m sorry,” you cried out, withdrawing your body from him and returning to a sitting position.

Opening his eyes in response to your frantic reaction, he looked down and furrowed his brow. “No, no,” he reassured in his typical worrisome tone. “It’s just, um, I, uh... It was feeling really... good, but...” He sounded embarrassed, struggling to explain that your actions were making him feel so good, still in the awkward stage of expressing his desires.

“But?” you encouraged him.

As he fumbled with his words, finding it nearly impossible to articulate his desire, it brought back memories of his cousins cornering him and outlining how his night would progress step by step. A subtle blush couldn’t help but rise to his cheeks.

Realization dawned on you, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit silly for not realizing sooner. “Ah, you want us to lie together now,” you mumbled.

Pleased that you had grasped his point without him having to blurt it out and sink further into embarrassment, he let out an exhale of relief and nodded rapidly. “Hmm, yes, yes!”

As you shuffled further up the bed, Argon stepped forward, gingerly climbing onto the mattress. You settled your head against the single pillow and let out a deep breath. The excitement was still there, but now the nerves had taken centre stage as the main event was about to begin. No amount of preparation could truly prepare you for this moment. Your fingers were curled into the bedsheets, and your legs lay straight along the bed, making it difficult for your loving husband to find a comfortable position.

Noticing your nervousness, he remembered his brother’s advice about soothing your nerves by gently massaging your skin, particularly your legs. Still kneeling with your feet brushing against his knees, he reached out and began to slide his hands up your legs, applying gentle pressure and kneading your flesh. He carefully observed your reactions, gradually increasing the force as he moved past your kneecaps and up to your thighs, where you seemed most tense. In addition to his hands, his lips came down to follow, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses over your thighs. Your not-so-subtle moans escaped your lips and met his ears, encouraging him to continue and move higher.

His body caged yours like a predator savouring its prey, exploring and relishing every inch of your body before making its move. His lips and hands worked in harmony to gradually ease you, primarily focusing on your thighs and pelvis. Occasionally, he planted kisses on your lower abdomen, chuckling softly as you sucked in your belly and then shifted his attention to your mound, listening to your reactions. Your responses encouraged him to push past his nerves and fully embrace the idea of making you his one and only. He was growing bolder and more confident with each passing moment, evident in his increasing assertiveness.

Leaving bites and nibbles on specific areas around your pelvis, his lips moved upward, treating each breast with the same tantalizing attention before reaching your lips. He wasted no time in reclaiming your mouth, parting your lips to slip his tongue inside. With your consent and enchantment, your legs were guided apart, wrapping around his waist and allowing his throbbing cock to rest against your heat. He swallowed your gasps and moans, rocking his body to glide his cock through your slick folds, creating delicious friction. The pressure of him nestled against you caused your walls to clench desperately, even though there was nothing to grip onto.

Your hands left the sheets and reached for his back muscles, embedding your nails into his shoulder blades as his rock persisted.

The kiss was hurried and clumsy, causing your nose and foreheads to bump against one another, sometimes your teeth would knock. This made him pull back to catch his breath with a playful grin before diving back in for another attempt. No longer were his movements jagged, but now filled with fluidity and confidence. In his mind, he reminded himself that it was his duty to see this moment through and provide pleasure to his wife.

He giggled into the kiss and pulled away, leaving a string of saliva to connect.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

With a loud exhale, he gently shook his head, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from your face. “It’s nothing, really,” he began, “I just can’t believe that I’m married, and you’re my wife, and I’m your husband. I love the sound of the word; it makes me so happy,” he whispered against your lips, grinning like a love-struck puppy.

Feeling giddy from his comment, you laughed alongside your husband, showering in the elation of being a married couple. “It makes me happy also, husband. I love you,” you whispered against his lips, giving a peck at the end.

At that moment, he felt like he could lose himself and turn into a blushing tomato at the sweet words you spoke. Your words had the magical power to make him feel soft and tender, and there was nothing he wouldn't do if you asked him to.

Flickering his eyes to meet yours as the laughter between you two subsided, a wave of seriousness settled. As his body shifted to rest his weight on his knees and arms, there was an increased weight pressing upon your heat from the bending of his hips angled towards your sex. Instinctively, your nails curled into his shoulder blades upon the new shift in position and your hips pushed into the weight, enjoying the sensation of having his cock running through your fold and unknowingly teasing your clit.

“Permission to engage My Lady?” His charisma was peaking in this moment, accompanied by his adorable smile.

Your heart faltered at the smile and subconsciously you nodded your head, trusting that he would take care.

With a slip of his hand between your bodies, they recalled their previous route and slithered two fingers past your entrance to test the waters once more. There was a small intake of breath on your end as his fingers scissored and twisted the deeper they travelled producing obscene sounds. He crooked and pumped those long, slender fingers like he previously did, right away pressing against the edge of your sweet spot to get your body ready for what was to come next. You couldn’t believe you were this aroused the entire time and because of him? The awareness turned you on even more and led to audible moans escaping your lips.

You repeatedly muttered his name in an endless chant as his fingers delved deeper, and he too breathed heavily, closely observing the subtle movements of your hips rolling to meet his fingers and the way your stomach contracted. However, he was determined not to spend another moment with his fingers inside you when his cock was yearning for more.

Exercising self-control, he promptly withdrew his fingers and smeared your arousal over his throbbing member before aligning it with your eager entrance. Both of your gazes remained locked on his cock as the tip pressed against your wet slit. You held your breath, your stomach sucked in, and your shoulders tensed from the anticipation, the air heavy with suspense. Time seemed to crawl by as his hips drew nearer, gradually penetrating your passage. Initially, the sensation as he slipped inside was neutral, but as he persisted, a slight discomfort built up, causing you to shift.

Quick to notice your discomfort, Argon paused and gauged your expression, worried that he was hurting you. “Are you…in pain? Do you want me to stop? Just say it.”

“No, no, no. It’s alright, it’s alright. I can handle it,” you panted with your eyes squeezed tightly. “Keep going,” you encouraged.

Putting his trust in your response, he resumed his movements. Gradually inching in, he couldn’t help but shudder at the intense heat surrounding him. Your walls continued to flex and adapt, accommodating the discomfort, which in turn caused his toes to curl from the unrelenting tightness that seemed to suffocate him. Perhaps his cousins had neglected to mention this particular aspect during their discussions. His head spun as he slid deeper, wondering just how long it would take before he was fully engulfed. It felt like an agonizingly slow process, stretching on for what seemed like hours.

However, your agonising wait was over when his panting turned into a long grunt, and he nearly collapsed on top of you. Beads of perspiration rolled down his temple and dripped off his chin, falling on the pillow. His eyes were shut taking the moment to relish that his most anticipated moment was over. “Eru!” he cried and flopped his head beside yours.

But from your perspective, impatience seemed to be your current state. While he could bask in your warmth at another time, right now, you needed him to take action. “Love, please, I need you to move,” you whimpered, your tone filled with pleading urgency.

You didn't have to request it again as his hands swiftly adjusted to secure your hips, preventing any squirming so he could proceed. Initially, his movements were somewhat erratic and uncoordinated as he struggled to find the perfect angle and rhythm. The overwhelming pleasure clouded his thoughts and made it challenging to maintain a steady pace in his thrusts. Fortunately, when your hands ventured down his spine and gripped his buttocks, he paused his movements briefly and took a deep breath.

You rocked your hips upwards, ignoring the fading discomfort and pushed his hips downwards to meet your thrusts. “Move with me Káno, move with me. Just like that,” you instructed.

He found it incredibly arousing that you took charge of the situation, guiding his hips to match your rhythm and setting a new tempo. His breath caught in his throat as the sensations began to build once more. He marvelled at the sight of your hips meeting his, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. The comforting embrace of your velvety walls snuggled around him, pleading for him to stay longer with each withdrawal, was nothing short of sensational. Despite your guidance, he managed to maintain his rhythm, and he found your assertiveness to be incredibly seductive. He hoped for more opportunities to experience your leadership in intimate moments.

Amidst the symphony of your moans and his grunts, only muffled by the curtains that cocooned you in your private world, the bed rocked and creaked beneath your passionate movements. Your hands fumbled to find a secure grip as the heat between you intensified, causing sweat to coat your bodies. This added to the smooth friction of your nipples brushing against his chest, pressed firmly to your body, as you both sought to feel every shudder and ripple. The knowledge that you were both lost in the moment, driven by your sounds and touches, brought a fresh wave of pleasure.

Reaching for the hand that gripped your hips, you guided him to touch your clit with a soft plead as his hips slapped against yours and grew in vigour. “T–Touch me Káno, right there,” you breathed.

With each dip and roll of his hips, perfectly synchronized with his fingers tracing circles on your sensitive nub, your thighs must have taken on a reddened hue due to the intensified tempo, all while they remained ensconced around his slender waist. It was a marvel to behold as he surrendered to your warmth, delving deeper and deeper to alleviate his own yearning and provide you with satisfaction. Despite being a novice, he displayed a newfound roughness now that he had discovered his rhythm. With every forceful thrust, your teeth chattered against each other. Yet, it was sheer bliss; it compelled you to bury your head in the pillow and squeeze your eyes shut to fully savour him.

The sensual undulations of his hips, their rhythmic back-and-forth motion, the substantial and robust glide of his cock within your passage, and the insistent tapping of his tip against your sweet spot all coaxed his name from your lips, a sound he cherished above all else. Your utterance of his name was synonymous with pleasure and served as his motivation to continue his fervent actions, whether you cried out, moaned, whimpered, or squealed. A sharp thrust aimed directly at your sweet spot caused you to scramble in his grasp, your nails digging into his backside and pulling him closer, driving him even deeper into your heat.

With each thrust, your arousal coated his cock, glistening with a delicate ring of moisture at the base. He skillfully adjusted his movements, moulding your insides to fit him perfectly, a constant reminder that he was made for you. The rhythmic motion of his length sliding through your velvety walls, snugly embracing him in warmth, stirred a swarm of eager butterflies in your stomach. They danced around, fluttering downward until they reached your core, intensifying the building sensation. Subconsciously, you tightened around him occasionally, adding to the already pulsating pleasure he experienced.

From his vantage point, he had a clear view of your reactions beneath him—the arching of your neck, which allowed him to kiss you. He wasted no time, starting with gentle nips and grinning at your delighted squeals. His tongue slipped out smoothly to soothe the nibbled areas, gliding over the skin before transitioning to his lips to leave you with additional love bites as if the ones you already had were insufficient. His kisses acted as an enigmatic catalyst, evoking a series of incomprehensible utterances from you, as if you were reciting an enchantment. Your loving husband remained undeterred, only more motivated to work harder to elicit further reactions from you.

“You sound so good sweetheart,” he praised into your neck, dragging his lips upwards to meet your sealed lips and deliver a kiss to them.

Instinctively, you welcomed his entry. This time, the kiss differed from all the others; it carried a touch of tenderness and care, assuring you that he would love and cherish you endlessly. There was no trace of aggressiveness, even as his hair cascaded over his shoulders and onto the pillow, creating a private curtain between you and the outside world. This was your personal little paradise, where both of you could revel in bliss and happiness. It was mesmerizing to discover that throughout your life, you had the ability to bring out the best in him, revealing sides of him that no one else knew existed. This was your Arakáno, your husband.

As you leaned into the kiss, deepening it to convey your emotions, you gasped into his mouth as waves of pleasure reached a familiar peak. The same heights his fingers had achieved earlier were now being revisited through the combination of his skilful thrusts, filled with determination and passion. His fingers traced patterns on your clit, and his body pressed firmly against yours. It was simple yet incredibly effective, a source of profound pleasure that surpassed anything you had experienced with others in your bedroom encounters. Just being entwined with him like this was enough to provide every ounce of satisfaction you desired.

Arching your body into his, your nipples brushed against his chest, and you broke away from the kiss with a whimper. Your eyes darted upwards, giving him a doe-eyed, glossy, and starry look as your sensitivity intensified, making everything feel like it was ablaze. The weight of his cock pressed against you, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through your body. The gentle tug as he withdrew, followed by the smooth re-entry, left you panting, and you hadn’t anticipated how overwhelmingly pleasurable it would be. The sensation was indescribable, and mentally, you savoured each feeling to revisit later when you needed him.

The signs of your impending orgasm were clear, and Argon sensed it too. It was a stark contrast to the sensation of his fingers being clenched by your walls when you tightened around his cock in an intense manner. You refused to let him escape, pulling him in and silently begging for him to stay nestled in the depths of your warmth. Groan after groan escaped from him.

“Ohmygod Káno, I feel something,” you cried into his ear.

Your toes curled, and your back arched off the bed as your legs tightened around his waist. Your heels dug into his back, creating a vice-like grip that left him with no other option but to finish within your walls. He grunted in response to the unbearable squeezing, while your walls clamped down on his cock, massaging every inch of him and pulsating with heat, urging him to climax faster. He couldn’t hold out for long, despite his desire to do so.

You were the first to break through and reach climax, your dams breaking and waves of pleasure washing over your body like spring waters. Your second orgasm felt more soothing and less intense than the first, cooling your body and dissipating the indescribable heat. However, it was interrupted by the welcome sensation of your husband’s release flooding your insides. Your soft moans mixed with his loud groans as his hips jerked and his abdomen clenched before he finally stilled to release himself. The intensity nearly toppled you over, causing the hand that had been rubbing your clit to slide away as you grabbed onto your hips for stability.

Feeling his body heat dissipate, he experienced a profound sense of relief, and he heaved a deep breath in an attempt to calm his racing heart. The erratic pounding of his heart sounded like thunderous hooves drumming in his ears. If he could hear it, he was certain you could feel it too.

Though he wanted to flop onto your body, he instead gingerly lay down, covering your entire form with his own. Lost in the afterglow of ecstasy and coming down from your shared high, you found the situation comical and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Your smaller frame quivered beneath his, sending tiny vibrations coursing through his body. Despite the fatigue creeping over him, he stole a glance at your giggles, wearing a confused expression. What had he done now?

“What seems to be the cause of your humour now?” he quizzically inquired, rising of your body to withdrawn himself.

The sensation of him pulling out was unsettling and foreign, and it didn't help when you felt his release follow afterwards. Your toes wiggled uncomfortably, and your face contorted with discomfort—a bath would be a welcome relief to wash away the uneasiness.

Shaking your head, you grinned at him comically, wearing an expression of exhaustion. It warmed his heart to see you looking so tired and dazed. “Nothing really. It’s just how you flopped on top of me like a blanket. Sometimes I forget how big you are,” you chuckled. “But, um, do you mind if we also freshen up?”

Resting on his haunches and gazing down at your languid body, he offered a wry smile. “You forget how big I am,” he smugly whispered. Lowering his head to conceal a restrained chuckle, you watched with amusement at his reactions. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful not to crush you with my big self.”

“Arakáno!” you exclaimed, lifting yourself off the bed to sit upright and lightly tapping his arm. “Don’t tease me like that!”

Clutching his stomach as laughter bubbled up, he threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh. “I don’t think I’ll ever tire of teasing you; I adore your reactions,” he teased once more.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully pouted until you felt a finger hooking under your chin and tilting it upward. His eyes sparkled differently than they had at the start of the night. There was more life in them, a hint of mirth and a sense of home. “I love you.”

There you went again with those three words that made his heart soar to the heavens. Were you trying to give him a heart attack during such a romantic moment? The blush rising to his cheeks betrayed his response to your heartfelt words. Everything felt different, imbued with more meaning.

“Why don’t we freshen up first, and then we can express our love for each other some more?”

“Agreed.”

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[scratchandplaster]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 4 - Obedience

CW: recapture, Carewhumper, touchstarved Whumpee, dubcon touching, love bombing, parental Whumper, hypnosis, emotional manipulation

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Even before opening his eyes, Ben knew exactly where he was.

Through the throbbing ache behind his forehead, he smelled the fresh morning air of the valley, without any trace of petrol or tangy smog to be found. His lung thanked him as he took the first big breath to wake up further. Underneath, the unending softness of countless blankets and pillows greeted his heavy body.

This was horrible, this was the one thing he was afraid to go back to. Luke would kill him.

Weight all over his body pushed him deeper into the drowsiness he wanted to embrace, but Ben realized what he was entangled in: a cuddle pile. How lovely, if the booming against his ears didn't disrupt this idyllic reunion.

"Lemme go." Ben started to weakly shove the arms and heads that rested on his chest aside, confused mumbling set in and made the Gordian knot made from concerned family slowly untangle. Oh, they were already upset at him, it was clear as day. And if Luke ever found out how much Ben had missed them, he would kill him double for it.

"Look who's awake," the same gentle voice that greeted him the night before announced. Shepard was close, somewhere above him, but Ben didn't dare to open his eyes yet; there still was a chance of this being just a terrifyingly pleasant pipe dream.

But no resistance withstood the warm pressure that began to fight the headache with careful strokes along Ben's scalp, finding sore muscle spots to dedicate its attention to and for a second, being back home felt like he truly caught on. The room gradually came into focus.

"There you are, sweetheart."

Snug in his arms, Ben couldn't look at Shepard, too ashamed by the happy faces that greeted him in this intimate circle: Birdie, Otis and their triplets, naturally, and even Shawn had managed to push himself to the front row of his reception committee: the family he left behind. What was to come next made Ben shudder.

It wouldn't stay a warm welcome for long, and why should it? He betrayed them for everything they had left behind.

If his flustered expression didn't give it away, his clothes alone made him feel like the outsider Ben had made of himself. Among the rush of people, Sam was nowhere to be seen. A rough pull in his stomach just proved to Ben that it was better this way, he could feel embarrassed when it was appropriate.

"Thank you all for welcoming Ben back," Shepard suddenly announced and clapped his hand together, "but I think we need some time alone so he can adjust."

The children started to pout, Shawn above all: "He just got here!"

Shepard tried to soothe them with a smile: "I know, I know. But afterward we can tell you all about his sabbatical and what he brought back for you."

"Gifts?!" now their excitement was stuck to Ben like a limpet, "Chocolate?"

"I- uhm, I don't-"

He was softly cut off: "Maybe we find out at dinner, does that sound good?"

At dinner, if he would still be here. Ben left before, he could just stand up and go, right? Right?

Dismissing every attendee with thankful words from the community tent, Shepard returned to his son wearing the tired face of disappointment. He looked much older than when they had last seen each other, harsh lines carved with worry graced his face.

How angry Shepard was right now felt like the most important question. The faded proof on Ben's forearms reminded him of it daily.

"Well then, how are we feeling?"

"Hurts," Ben admitted lowly. He had broken clear rules and now paid for it. Nevertheless, it was his decision…

Shepard sighed and dropped into a kneeling position before him, meeting him at eye level: "Your head? You have a hangover, it's going to pass."

"Hanging over what?"

"No, it's an expression. You just need to hydrate." He handed Ben a full glass of water that he emptied greedily.

"You drank a lot yesterday," Shepard shook his head blankly. He seemed more afraid than upset.

"The only thing he fears is losing control over you."

"I was just having fun, Shepard."

Out of his pocket, a handful of shimmering umbrellas, plastic neon monkeys and other souvenirs was pulled. Undisputable evidence at which the older man only furrowed a brow: "A lot of fun, and now the alcohol has its fun gnawing your brain away."

Ben's hands shot up to firmly hold his head in place, as if it would make a difference. Words could not express how much his little quirks were missed.

"When did you stop calling me Dad?" Shepard's concerned frown came to match the look, "it makes me feel sad."

"It makes me feel fucking stupid."

"Reuben!"

"Shepard!" he sassed back, "You can't just bring me here! I-I was doing fine. L- my friends will get worried if I just disappear without a word!"

"You made friends, that's great. I didn't see anyone with you, unfortunately, but they have nothing to be concerned about."

This, for once, was the truth. The settlement was the safest place on earth, in the center of it stood the oversized tent Ben received this tirade in. The glow of the midday sun penetrated the canvas to let the tent's inside radiate with warmth. Yet trivial how much they talked around it, both had good reasons to taint the peaceful atmosphere.

"Of course they weren't there! They-They give me space when I'm trying to hook up-"

"When you're trying to do what, young man?"

"Forget it," Ben muttered, "at least they care about me!"

Putting the glass aside, Shepard let his heavy hands rest on Ben's shoulders. His hoarse voice gave away the woe that plagued him for a good six months now: "And you doubt that I do?"

A wordless shrug was all Ben was willing to give. The topic that hung in the air was obvious to both of them.

"This conversation is long overdue, but after that night you never gave me a chance to explain-"

"I gave you a lot of chances." If no one else would, it was for Ben to hug himself tightly.

"You're right, starting over isn't as easy as it seems," Shepard exhaled and held him close while clearing his throat a few times: „I am so sorry for what happened in the past, especially the night you decided to leave. I thought of many apologies, but none of them are good enough. I can't offer you anything, but my deepest, most sincere regrets. I'm sorry and understand if this is also not enough for you to believe me. Somewhere in the future, if you allow me to, I hope to earn your trust back again."

"Shepard Cohen is a filthy liar," Luke warned him, "and nothing in the world is going to change this fact."

Hands in rough hands, forgiveness was left to the son. Ben had nothing to say.

"The only thing he cares about is himself and how he can people make dance to his tune!"  Ben held on to the reasons he left, there was no space for nostalgia, even if his heart leaped for joy at being back in the only sensible place on earth. "We are allowed to live how we see fit."

The silence spoke for itself.

"Alright. I understand you, Ben," he whispered dejected, "I finally understand."

Too petrified of the man he knew, Ben didn't look up until it was too late: quiet, thick tears dropped from his father's face down onto their folded hands. Shepard couldn't hold back his sobs anymore.

"Oh no," Ben gasped, "I didn't mean it like that. Of course, I believe you, but I…uhm."

The heart-wrenching realization hit him like a brick to the head: this hurt Shepard just as bad, it simply had to. Otherwise, he would never show himself so openly vulnerable.

"Please don't cry. I just don't know what to say!"

"I can understand every decision you made, even if it was to our detriment. You had very right to do so."

Indeed, Ben had every right and it felt nice to hear Shepard admit it. But the right to make someone feel this lousy… If he had this too, he didn't want it.

His hand carefully slipped up to wipe stray tears away: "Hey. Hey, Dad, please! I just had to go that night." A tired smile was coaxed out from the wrinkled skin.

"Are you mad?"

"No, of course not," Shepard reassured, loosening the tension in the air.

"Disappointed, then."

"Yes, but only in myself."

There they were again, the gentle hands that massaged away the sting inside his skull. It didn't pass Ben how confusing last night had been.

"Sam isn't really interested in me, are they?" It wasn't the bitter reality that made Ben curl up in awkwardness, but more so their intent for putting up with him.

"Nonsense, they are thrilled to meet you again. I'm sorry that we had to trick you a bit. You're just too young to engage in whatever hooking up entails."

"'m old enough." His hair was brushed back at a consoling pace, nearly lulling Ben back to sleep again.

"Maybe you are, maybe I just didn't realize how much you changed."

To simply lean into the quiet tranquility was heaven, like in the good old days when Ben felt secure and more like himself. By now, the water and careful touches helped minimize the ache to a dim pressure and gave them a moment to rest, until a familiar suggestion brought Ben back to the present: "Breathe with me."

Behind the peaceful quiet, somewhere pushed down by gentle words and sweet affection, distant alarm bells went off: "Never, and I'm serious this time, never let him into your head again!"

"Uhm, I think-" Ben mumbled as he got a grasp on the situation: he sat dutiful in Shepard's lap, exactly how he was supposed to. He could just get up and leave, right? If he wanted to…couldn't he?

"That wasn't a question, starshine," Shepard decided and let his words echo through the tent, "We are both hurt and I think we need to process all our feelings." The hand that just had cared through Ben's hair now snaked down to the base of his neck. 

"Breathe in," Shepard ordered and his body followed the command like a reflex, a distant sensation quickly caught up to him: mindlessness.

Shepard steered the flow of their thoughts and breath while keeping a soothing pace, in and out, so Ben could focus on the relaxation, on connecting with his inner self…on this dizzy, fuzzy feeling that crept into his limbs. Like a heavy blanket, the unwinding started at his feet and soon enveloped his body up to the head, feeling just as pleasant as Ben remembered. 

This wasn't bad, with Lukas' voice finally turned down to just a distant hum, it felt so good to stay adrift for a short second. Shepard was here with him, real and the only focus of his attention. In and out.

In. Bliss entered through his lungs and flowed along his bloodstream to his chest. Out. Troubles of the past were pushed out by the collected ease inside him. There simply was no space for them anymore.

In.

Out.

In.

Out. 

His head spun with the warped confusion, Ben was not the only one surprised how quickly he let himself drop into this state.

"W-wait-" A weak mumble rolled from his lips but left Shepard unfazed.

"Hold," the man shushed and marveled at how his lungs obeyed instantly, without questioning it for even a second. Mind light and empty, Ben looked into Shepard's golden-brown eyes and lost himself.

"Breathe out." The last sliver of resistance left his blank mind.

"Relax." Ben's head tipped over, leaning into the hands that held him upright.

"Sleep."

Loose eyelids slipped shut and his body fell into his father's waiting arms, so deep and so convinced that Shepard would catch him, like he always did, as he always will. 

Only supported by his self-appointed dad, yet weightlessly floating further down, Ben was too far gone to comprehend that his last chance to leave was long taken away.

"Remember how easy it is to fall, and all the many times you did before."

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[kay-elle-cee]

A restless waves rise and fall microfic (series). 🏴‍☠️ Pirate Jily AU. @jilymicrofics July Prompt 20: Strong || 819 Words || NSFW

Note: I was going to queue this for tomorrow, but seeing as this is the anniversary of restless waves….it just feels right. Spoilers for restless waves rise and fall and my waves meet your shore (forever and evermore). Smut below the cut.

The Minnie is quiet for the first time in memory. Only two occupants can be counted amongst her walls, tucked tightly together in the Captain’s quarters, out of breath but so alive.

Lily’s skin is flushed as strong, warm hands grasp tightly on chilled thighs, soft lips tease menacingly along her abdomen making her stomach flip and knot with impatience.

James’ head dips lower and newly-sprouted stubble grazes across sensitive skin and a choked gasp escapes her, drawing swirling, melting, desiring hazel eyes to stray from her body to her face.

The laughter she finds in them fills her with more annoyance—she’d swipe the glasses off his face if she wasn’t so sure he needed them to continue what he’d set off to do.

And gods, did she want him to continue.

James places a kiss softly on the inside of her thigh, and another tightening sensation happens behind her navel, his eyes boring directly into hers.

“The crew is ashore through the evening,” he tells her, and she’s unsure of the purpose. Hadn’t it been her suggestion? One more night docked in Port Morant, a make-good for them having to stay onboard the prior night, while their captain and first mate had dressed up to mingle at a society party onshore? One night of complete privacy with each other to celebrate togetherness before going back to the usual run of the ship?

“James…” she murmurs impatiently, and a blush colors his cheeks even as his smile widens into one of debauchery.

“The crew is ashore through the evening,” he repeats, one of his hands slowly drawing up her thighs, causing her heart to race as it finds a spot it’s most familiar with and quickly earns a whimper. “And I want to hear you, Lily.”

Before she has any response to that, he lowers his mouth and thought is gone as all she feels is warmth and pressure and pleasure and an explosion of different sensations as stubble brushes against sensitive and fingers work their way to unlocking a cry, ripped from her throat by the assistance of her husband’s lips and tongue.

She feels, rather than hears, his groan of approval, reverberating deep inside of her from a most delicious place. His lips wander, pressing hard into the side of her thigh as his finger continue their expert dance, a pressure building and building within her as his lips travel up the inside of her thigh, nipping at sensitive skin, brushing lightly across her hips, and finding their way back to the place she wants them most.

“Oh!” A gasp escapes as his lips splay around the part of her that’s aching—driving her mad with building desire—his tongue gently teasing as his adept fingers coax her closer and closer to her edge.

As her breathing gets heavier, she feels the weight of his eyes on her and meets his gaze from between her legs, molten gold burning into her under his mess of back curls. His fingers move faster as he sacrifices his mouth just long enough to tell her, “No quieting yourself, love,” and her voice breaks on his name, which echoes around the cabin in exaltation as her hands clutch onto the pillow above her head, James murmuring adorations into her skin as he gently guides her through it.

She’s flushed all over now, a gentle humming through her whole body as James rises to his knees, fingers running lightly across her skin but leaving fire in their wake, every sense heightened, every touch from him so tender it aches.

His eyes sweep her body and she studies him in return: expanses of tanned skin and taught muscles, eyes that regard her with a loving possessiveness that sparks a pool of heat not far from where he kneels. His hair is getting longer, she’s noticed lately that her fingers have more to contend with when she runs them through the soft curls. An awed smile grows on his lips—swollen from use and glistening with the memory of her taste.

“You’re beautiful, Evans.”

“Potter,” she says softly, an eyebrow quirked.

“What?”

“It’s Potter, now, or have you already forgotten?”

The smile falls, replaced by a look of urgency and he dips over her to capture her lips in a searing, needy kiss as he shuffles to reposition himself between her legs. His chest brushes against the hardened peaks of her breasts, still overly sensitive, and he swallows her groan with a hunger not seen before.

“How could I ever forget, love?” He breathes as he breaks away, their lips still practically touching. Eyes roam her face with a yearning that causes Lily to lift her hand and palm his face, thumb stroking along his cheekbone and bumping the frame of his glasses.

She whispers his name and he presses into her, slowly, as soft kisses and whispers fill the silence of the empty ship.

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[chillybears]

a little late

- "you're definitely running a fever" - from this prompt list by @fever-comfort <3

“Here, that should take care of it…” A hears B’s voice from behind and in moments, they’re stood in front of them with two painkillers and a bottle of cold water. 

With a grateful smile, A looks up from their spot on the sofa and lets their partner drop them into one palm, taking the water bottle with their other hand. 

“Thanks…” 

“Of course, love,” B chirps, plopping onto the cushion beside them. That movement alone inevitably made A bounce a bit from their seat, aggravating their headache and sending another wave of pain through their skull. 

“Oh, sorry,” they hear B sheepishly apologize and they hold back the urge to roll their eyes at B's behavior.

With a small groan, they waste no time popping the painkillers into their mouth and using the water to wash them down. In the corner of their eye, they can see B frowning at them.

“That bad, huh?” B comments, propping their head on their fist against the pillow back of the sofa.

“Mhm…” A hums, leaning back into the sofa and closing their eyes with a slight hiss. Through the cloudiness of their thoughts and pounding sensation in their head, they feel a hand softly card through their hair. 

“Do you know where’d this headache come from?” B asked, their tone soft, yet worried.

“I wish I knew,” A whispered, eyes still closed, “All I know is that I’ve felt off all day…” 

Which wasn’t a lie. They woke up that morning feeling as if they hadn’t slept at all, despite the fact that they had gone to bed early the night before. Their headache was just a mere dull ache at that point and they figured that after breakfast and freshening up, it would go away. 

It didn’t, but it didn’t stop them from heading over to B’s house anyway. After all, they did promise to come over, and honestly, it was just a headache, it would pass. 

It didn’t. It only got worse. After a certain point, they couldn’t hide it from B anymore, leaving it to where they are now. And to top it all off, they’re starting to feel nothing but pressure right in between their eyes. 

“Really?” B spoke at A’s confession, “Well, I’ll tell you what, your first mistake was waiting all day to take some medicine for your head.” 

A couldn’t even bother to reply to B’s nagging and weakly placed their head on their shoulder, suddenly feeling absolutely exhausted. 

They feel B shift to make both of them more comfortable and hear them hum in curiosity. 

“Let me see something…” 

A feels a palm against their forehead and then hears B hum once again. 

“You’re not warm…so that’s a good sign,” B comments, switching from their palm to the back of their hand to make sure, “maybe you just need a nap, hun’.” 

“Is that okay?” A opens their eyes and squints up at B for a moment, only to be met with a glare. 

“Don’t ask stupid questions, A. Of course, that’s okay,” B assured, slowly rising from the couch and swinging A’s legs onto the cushions, “There, get comfy. I’ll go get you a blanket.”

A watched B disappear from their vision, closing their eyes again to try to ease the pain caused by moving all over again. With slight readjustments, A does as they were told, and soon enough, they’re asleep before B could even return.

When they wake up, they immediately wish they were sleeping again. Their headache has seized to lighten up in any way and the pressure in the front of their head was now too strong to ignore. Their body felt heavy, joints aching even without movement. Their nose felt completely blocked and stuffed. 

And worst of all, they were freezing, unconsciously pulling the blanket that B had draped over them above their shoulders. 

They didn’t even notice the little whimpers of pain they were making as they awoke, nor the fact that their legs were now on top of B’s, who was sitting upright on the couch and now looking at their partner in concern. 

“A, you okay?” 

A wanted to say no, dear God, no, but with everything going on they couldn’t find the strength to even do that. They just let out another whimper and closed their eyes again. 

After a slow blink, B is somehow now crouched in front of them examining them with nothing but worry. 

“I don’t feel good,” A mumbled, bringing their hands towards their eyes in an attempt to stop the pounding that just never seems to end. 

“Oh, love,” B cards their fingers through their hair once again in pity and plants a comforting kiss right on their forehead. A blinks a few more times, trying to clear their blurry vision and look straight at B. 

B, on the other hand, sits back at a new observation after that small kiss. Tilting their head and staring at their suffering partner. 

For the second time that day, A felt the palm of B’s hand on their forehead. They close their eyes again, appreciating this gesture much more than they did last time. They let out a whine after B pulls away. 

“Well, if you didn’t have one before, you’re definitely running a fever now…” is all they can hear from B before they accidentally doze off. 

The small sensation of fingers tapping on their cheek woke them up and they blearily look at B, who’s crouched down in front of them again, this time holding some things in their hand. 

“Come on, A, I just need you to sit up for me for one second,” B coaxed, already trying to guide A upwards on the couch. A groans again, the motion making their world tilt and spin, nausea settling in the pit of their stomach because of it. 

“Easy,” B soothes, “you’re alright..” 

The next thing A feels is B softly pushing them back down onto a pillow that they must have brought out. Laid out on the coffee table in front, they can barely make out some fever reducers, more water, and tissues. 

They jump when a cool cloth is draped onto their forehead, B shushing them and assuring them they’re fine once again. 

“Go back to sleep, sweetie,” they make out B’s voice, “I’ll wake you up when it’s safe for you to take the fever reducers.” 

Although they can’t manage to talk, they want to tell B just how thankful they are just for everything that’s happened within the last fifteen minutes. Even though they feel downright awful, knowing that B is there is enough to calm them down. 

The last thing they can feel before drifting off to a well-needed sleep is B’s lips planting one final kiss on their cheek.

#sickfic #sicknario #fever whump #hurt/comfort #hurt comfort #caretaking #whump #whump scenario #sickfic prompt #whump prompt

[my-soupy-brain]

ted giving y/n a massage (would feel amazing)

Oh hell yeah. Those big, lovely hands? I always make note of his hands in almost every fic I write because Jason's hands are legit gorgeous. One of my favorite features on a man. Let's gooooo!

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Smut warning: Foreplay-ish?

Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

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"Yoo-hoo, y/n! You home, sugar?" you hear Ted call from the front door. You bring your head off the pillow just enough to answer, "In here," with a groan.

"Whoa-ho, sweetpea! What happened?" he asks worriedly, and you can't help but smile at all the little pet names he gives you.

"Ugh. I'm so dumb," you start, your voice muffled by the pillow under one cheek. "I was trying to lift some boxes from the closet and bent at the wrong angle. Forgot the adage 'lift with your knees,' because I was in a rush."

Ted sits on the bed and you feel it dip under his weight. You can smell his masculine cologne and then you feel his large, warm hand on your low back. He uses his fingertips to rub a little where your heating pad was.

"Right here?" he asks, and you sigh and nod.

"Yu-yueah," you groan, the pressure feeling so good on the tightness you strained.

"Alright, here's the deal: You're gonna take your clothes off..."

Your cheeks blush and you start to smile.

"No, not that, naughty girl. No. You're gonna take those clothes off and let ol' Ted work his magic fingers on that sore spot."

You smile again. "Teddy, you don't have to go to all that trouble..."

He waves you off. "Oh hush your butt. You took care of my strained calf muscle last month, remember? Your turn, sugar bum."

He leaves the room to grab a lotion and you take your clothes off, crawling back into bed gingerly on your stomach.

"Good girl," he says as he enters the room, and your cheeks heat with a blush at the phrase. Pocket that for a later request, you think.

Your skin cools as he slides the sheet off your shoulders and he straddles the back of your thighs with his soft joggered legs.

"OK, if anything hurts or pinches, you just let me know, darlin'," he suggests softly, and you nod in reply.

But when that sweet lotion hits your skin and his big, warm hands and dextrous fingers start rubbing circles into your strain, you let out a lurid moan.

"Ooh! I must've hit a sweet spot there," Ted jokes. "Maybe I'll learn more about what makes my girl purr here in a minute..."

You giggle again, blushing. While you and Ted have certainly been intimate, it's fun to hear him take pleasure in finding your special places.

He smoothes his hands down your back, over your shoulders, down your sides, the dip of your waist and hips, down your upper arms. He moves your hair over one shoulder to reach your neck.

You take a deep breath and feel your worries melt away as he continues his way down your back to the low arch. When he rubs along your hips again, you feel his cock twitch in his pants against your ass.

"I felt that," you giggle. Ted nods and laughs.

"Can't help it, sugar. You're too beautiful and layin' here half naked well, there's no way I'm not gonna get a little excited."

You smile. "Given how good this feels, we may be able to take care of that later..."

He chuckles again, his hands working slowly, sensually, down up and down your back and arms, moving to your thighs.

"Yeah? Well, you let me know. But I'll take care of you either way, sweet pea..."

Your body lights up a little at the possibility.

"C'mere, Teddy," you request, and he crawls off you and opens the covers to lay next to you. You reward him with a long sensual kiss, his mustache quirking into a smile as he falls into the comfort of your arms.

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OK, now I REALLY REALLY REALLY need a massage from Mr. Ted Lasso. Good Lord.

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfiction #jason sudeikis' hands deserve their own fics all the time #and i know they're out there and I'm not alone and that makes me happy #good lord please give me a ted lasso massage

[brunitofindshappinessfanfic]

Quick Smut fic 1 (I think)

In which Bruno and reader have already conceived but he gets hot for his pregnant partner.

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Pregnancy is not all they crack it up to be. Just being uncomfortable all the time, baby putting pressure on your internal organs. Constantly.

But you, oh no, your fate was sealed with triplets. You were showing long before you should have.

You would jokingly tell Bruno he was never allowed to touch you again. Several people got a laugh out of it, but he didn't even like you joking about it.

As a matter of fact, he'd withdrawn a lot since you told him. He got flustered easily, especially when the two of your were alone.

You were trying to find a position you found comfortable to sleep in. You had, unfortunately, been a stomach sleeper all your life and struggled with sleeping on your back. At 5 months, with triplets no less, you couldn't do that anymore. You accepted defeat and laid on your side, turned away from your husband.

You heard the fabric shift and felt the mattress shift as he turned around, touch lightly brushing your back and neck, lightly moving your hair. You could feel the warmth of his breath, and it actually sent shivers down your spine.

"I'm sorry you can't get comfortable," he spoke directly into your ear from behind.

"I keep forgetting to ask Mirabel to make those special pillows," you said, not noting what direction he was taking this conversation.

You felt him lower his hand to your swollen belly, waiting for the butterfly kicks. He didn't have to wait long since your children seemed to have taken on your night owl habits.

"I did this to you. I'm so sorry," he placed a kiss to the back of your neck which he had exposed moving your hair.

"You make it sound like you were the sole instigator," you mused.

"Mi vida," you finally recognized that tone of voice from him.

It had been a while since the two of you had been intimate. You felt your blood rush in your veins. He was rarely ever the one to instigate sex. If he does, you know he'd been putting off. You felt his chaste kisses on your neck turn into open mouth, wet, hot kisses going up from right behind your ear down to your shoulder. You felt the tickles of his curls brushing your skin.

A larger shiver went down your spine, pulling you away.

Of course, he couldn't allow that. He pulled you back in by your hips. He pulled you up till you were flush against him in a spooning position. You pushed yourself flush against his chest as best you could.

His hands roamed your body. He was becoming more vehement each passing minute. You literally heard him whisper, "mi diosa."

He certainly made you feel like a goddess. He worshipped your body, and your affections brought him to his knees. It was in every "good morning," and every "good night" whispered. Every kiss an offering.

"Bruno, mi vida, what are you thinking?"

"You're so beautiful, swollen with our children. Our children! Mi vida, I never thought -" he stopped.

"Go on," you tried encouraging him. You felt him roll his hips forward into yours.

"I gave up all hope of having a family of my own. After reaching midlife, I didn't think it possible. But here you are, my goddess, mi vida, oasis in a desert, mi amore," he bit into that particular spot on your neck.

You yelped and moaned into the pleasure pain.

"I've waited so long for this. To have children of my own. And I want so many, mi vida," he had started leaving hickies along your neck, "so, so many. And there's no doubt that they're mine. You're mine. I get to keep you like I always wanted."

"You always had me -" you tried to piece what you were saying together, but the way your body reacted to his...

"So many, mi vida. As many as your body is willing to give," he turned your body around to face him.

It sent shivers down your spine. He spoke like this the night you suspected you conceived. You basked in the warmth, feeling his member hardening against your leg.

"I'm sorry, mi vida, forgive me," he tried to withdraw.

"Ohhhh no where do you think you're running off to?"

"You're pregnant for goodness sake. I c-can't -" he tried to get the words out, "c-can I?"

"How long have you felt like this?" Concern drew your eyebrows together.

"As soon as the baby bump started showing."

"Dios mio, Bruno," you chuckled into embrace, "is that why you've been so... off lately? Oh goodness me, come on then. We won't have much time alone when the babies come."

"Mi diosa," he breathed sharply. The rest of the night was spent with him worshipping his goddess, her pregnant form, the mysterious life giving force between her legs and her folds.

#bruno madrigal #bruno x reader

[a-certain-romance]

You look just like a dream

Characters/Ships: Beidou x mtf!reader

Synopsis: Your girlfriend pegs you for the first time

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, breast play, mastrubation, pegging

There’s always those days, the ones where everything just seems to go wrong. You wanted nothing more than to lay in your girlfriend’s arms as she showers you in some much needed affection. You come home to her and snuggle into her side and she chuckles. “Rough day?” She asks and you nod your head against her chest. “Well how ‘bout I give you a massage?” She places her hands on your shoulders, “Think that’ll cheer you up?”. “Yes” you say and she steers you towards the bed.

You toss your shirt to the side and snuggle into the covers. Behind you Beidou squirts lotion into her hands and begins to work on your neck and shoulders. It smells just like the sea

She massages out the knots and starts kneading your back. Her hands are on either side of the spine as they travel down to rub your lower back. Beidou presses kisses to your neck, murmuring into your hair “Does it feel good baby?”

You mumble into the pillow and she takes that as a yes. You silently marvel at how in control she is with her strength, how she uses just just the right amount of pressure to apply onto you.

It’s not intentional but when it comes to you Beidou’s hands just have a mind of its own. Her hands slip under you and begin to palm your breasts, moving around the soft flesh.

“Is this okay?” She whispers and you nod. Her hands on your back already leave you at a loss for words, it’s a good thing she can take the hint from a simple head nod.

She goes further down and when she touches your clit, your ass grinds into her.

Her hands hault and you can feel her freeze up. You look over your shoulder and find that she’s blushing furiously and chewing on her lower lip. “I know we haven’t exactly talked about it but there’s something I want to try with you…obviously we don’t have to but…can I peg you?”

You grin at her, “Yeah, I’d like to try that with you too”

As she prepares her strap with lube, you pull down your bottoms and underwear. Her voice sounds from behind you. “There’s my pretty girl,” she says, leaning against the doorframe. Her eyes travel down your body, all bare and ready for her. “Are you ready?”

Her pace is very gentle, slow yet precise so you can get accustomed to her. Once she starts to go a little more rough, she takes you hand and you fall into the bed.

“Rub your clit for me yeah? Come on angel you’ll feel so good I promise”

Her strokes are becoming faster as she pounds you harder into the mattress. Your index finger rubs against your slit. Your grip on the bedsheets tighten when it goes inside.

“You look so hot like this” Beidou groans. Both her hands return to your hips, her thumbs rubbing small patters on your hip dips. Beidou can’t explain it but, seeing you play with yourself just turns her on more. You moan out to her when she reaches a deep spot, “You make me feel so good”

“Oh yeah? Then cum for me pretty girl”. You thrust your ass back into her one last time and curl your fingers in your cunt. You shudder when she pulls out but she makes sure to take good care of you right after.

“Pretty good for a first time eh? We should try it again sometime”

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin x reader #beidou #beidou x reader #beidou x you #beidou smut #beidou x y/n #beidou genshin impact #💋

[134340am]

Hello my darling Yuna! I hope you’re doing well and enjoying your cafe job!

I am probably horribly late to this, so absolutely no pressure to go for it if you don’t want to or don’t have the time but I feel like I need a little pick me up this week and thought I’d give it a shot, so… flat white + Levi?

pumpkin's staring at him again.

more specifically, pumpkin's staring at the flat white he was currently sipping on—carefully brewed and poured into his favourite forest green mug just a minute ago.

levi puts down his book, weary. his little ginger cat carries that distinct look in her eye and a certain confidence in her step as she stalks towards him. oh no.

"you can't have coffee," he says when pumpkin hops into his lap, arm tensing in fear of spilling his hot drink.

pumpkin ignores him, nosing at his wrist curiously.

"pumpkin, no." levi frowns, steering his mug away from his cat. "i'll get you some water in a bit. go sit down."

"mraaaah!"

she's on the edge of his lap now, hind legs digging into his cotton trousers and a front paw reaching out to swipe at his mug. what's happening? she usually listens to him.

levi puts down his mug and pushes it into a far corner of his desk. in one deft swipe, pumpkin is scooped up into his arms—and then carried into the living room where her water bowl is. surprisingly, she does not struggle, only butts her head into levi's warm right palm where his mug sat just moments ago.

"oh," he notes, frowning. pumpkin purrs contentedly and the sound rumbles up his arm. "guess you just like the warmth, huh?"

he makes himself comfortable on his armchair, tucking the little cat into his chest. her purrs get louder, her lithe frame vibrates. cute.

"my coffee's getting cold, you know," levi scolds. but he finds himself relaxing when he reaches up to rub at the grey M on pumpkin's head, only for the kitten to purr impossible louder.

"who 're you talking to, levi?" he hears you before he spots you, hair mussed from sleep and a pillow mark kissing your left cheek.

"i was just talking to pumpkin."

you slide in next to him, the three of you making for a tight but cosy fit on levi's arm chair. a small yawn fills the air as you curl into your husband's warmth, soaking in his familiar scent. pumpkin stretches over to bump her nose against your fingers affectionately. you scratch her under the chin and she meows back in delight.

"what were you talking about?" you ask.

"nothing much," levi smiles. "just telling each other about our favourite coffees."

a/n: pumpkin is levi and reader's little orange cat! she also exists in this universe : ) i hope you're doing okay, sage! and that the coming week will be kinder to you <3

#i love u!!! my dms are always open if u wanna chat or rant #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #attack on titan x reader #yuna writes

[itsthegayseason]

✦ THOSE FINGERS.

pairing — janis 'imi'ke x fem!reader

content — established relationship, petname (baby, pretty girl), smut, oral (reader receiving)

a/n — when i thought they couldn't make janis any hotter they give her a guitar. wtf.

+18 ONLY, MDNI.

you feel like a pervert as you watch your girlfriend play the electric guitar. i mean, she's hot, right? and with a guitar? even hotter. you bite your lip, eyes locked onto her fingers strumming the cords, clenching your thighs together. your cheeks turn bright red with embarrassment at how easy you got turned on, with so little and no effort from your girlfriend, who was unaware of the wetness on your between your legs. janis leans back against the chair she's sitting on and you swear you have to bite back a moan. man, are you a lucky one.

janis looks up from her guitar, her signature smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. she tilts her head, eyeing you up and down. "is something bothering you, baby?" she asks in a low voice. you nod. "yeah? wanna share with the class?" you throw a pillow at her. she laughs, catching it effortlessly and placing it on her lap, putting her guitar down. "c'mon."

"it's nothing, nevermind." you say, shaking your head and looking away from her. she gets up from her seat, holding your chin and forcing your face up to look at her. "you're horny, aren't you? i know you, pretty girl. if you want me to make you feel good all you have to do is ask, you know that." she says quietly looking into your eyes, her thumb caressing your chin and giving you butterflies.

"i want that. i want you to make me feel good." you whisper, hands gripping her shoulders as you try to pull her closer. she grins. she kisses you roughly and you gasp for air, nails digging down onto her skin. she nips at your bottom lip, knowing damn well it drives you crazy. her soft, teasing kisses travel down to your neck, where she bites at your pulse point. you moan, throwing your head back to give her more access. she grins against your skin, her hand traveling to the waistband of your shorts.

she quickly gets rid of it along with your panties, both items flying across your bedroom and landing somewhere on the floor - you honestly couldn't care less, you would find it later on anyways. "you're this wet just because you saw me play the guitar?" of course she was going to tease you about it. you nod, biting your lip and spreading your legs. "what are you gonna do about it?" you challenge.

with a grin, she buries her face between your legs, kissing your clit oh so softly. you let out a breathy moan, arching your back. without noticing, you scratch the armchair you're sitting on. janis doesn't stop, sucking on your clit even harder. as your moans get progressively more whiny, she slips her tongue inside you, eliciting a loud moan from you. you buck your hips against her talented mouth, eyes rolling back as she fucks you with her tongue.

she looks up at you and you can feel her smirk around you. you try to speak, but the pleasure is too much. your mouth hangs open as you stare down at her, watching with half lidded eyes as she worships every inch of your pussy like it's the most precious thing she has ever tasted - which is true, at least according to her. the most pathetic sound leaves your lips while she rubs circles on your clit with her thumb, your hips bucking desperately. she feels your inner walls clenching around her tongue, she knows you're close. so close.

janis' free hand sneak up under your shirt to grab your breast, smirking around you as she feels your hardened nipple - no bra, she thinks. the only times you didn't wear a bra were when you expected something to happen between you. "close." you manage to gasp out between whimpers. she applies just the right pressure on your clit, her tongue hitting just the right spot inside you, all at the same time. your body trembles and your head spins, your breathing coming in short gasps. as you come hard around her tongue, her eyes never leave your face, as if to memorize every little detail of your pleasure. it's only when your hips finally stop moving and you fall back against the armchair with eyes closed and mouth hanging open that she slips her tongue out of your cunt, making you whine. she chuckles, wiping the cum off her lips and chin.

"of course i do. i love you."

"well, wasn't that fun?" she teases. you weakly slap her shoulder, barely missing her, which makes her laugh. "my fingers aren't the only talent i have." she says with a wink and you groan at the cheesy line, but can't help the satisfied, soft smile on your face. "you always makes me feel so, so good, baby." you say weakly and she smiles, kissing your neck gently.

#janis imi'ike #janis im'ike x reader #janis x reader #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #auli'i cravalho #auli'i cravalho x reader #janis 'imi'ke x reader #janis 'imi'ke #aulii cravalho x reader #aulii cravalho #© itsthegayseason

[kiss-inthekitchen]

getting old - tasm!peter

summary: Spiderman's not as young as he used to be. reader gives Peter a back massage.

wc: 800

a/n: husband!peter is a series now! read the other parts here and here

The window to your bedroom slides open, Peter crawling in to find you curled up in the middle of your shared bed, as usual. The sound of your window being opened at night used to make you jump, back when you had first started living with Peter. By this point you welcomed the sound.

“Hey, baby,” you say, pausing your movie.

“Hey,” he grits out as he squeezes his shoulders back, leaning into a backbend.

“Back doing the thing again?”

“Yup,” he groaned. “I’ve been asking my lovely, beautiful wife to get jacked enough that she can crack my back for me, but she just won’t do it.

“Your wife sounds like an awfully mean woman.”

“Only sometimes,” he says with a wink.

You chuckle. “Alright, get on the bed,” you say, freeing up your spot in the center of the mattress and standing next to Peter. “I’ll fix it.”

“You’re too good to me,” he says, leaning in to kiss you.

“Only as good as you deserve,” you say against his lips, pressing a quick kiss to them. “Strip for me.”

He smirks at that, reaching behind him for the zipper. His expression quickly turns to a grimace as the movement makes his back twinge. “Need you to do it for me.”

You sigh in mock exasperation. “So needy.” He turns around and you smile to yourself, pulling the zip down. “Oh, my old, old man,” you joke, carefully sliding your hands underneath the fabric and pushing it off his shoulders.

“You didn’t need to say ‘old’ twice,” he pouts, taking his suit off the rest of the way. He steps out of it, turning to face you again.

“You expect me to work in these conditions?” you ask, gesturing to his nearly naked body.

He cups your face with both hands, leaning in to kiss your forehead before looking into your eyes with a playful expression. “You’re very cute, but I need you to fix me first.”

That makes you giggle. “Alright, alright. Lay down.”

Peter complies, lying face down in the center of your bed. You grab the massage oil from your bedside table, where it lives now that this has become such a regular occurrence. He feels the bed dip as you shuffle over to him on your knees, swinging one of your legs over both of his. And- you can’t help it, it’s literally right in front of you- you give a light smack to his ass.

“Hey!” he exclaims, his voice muffled by the pillow under his head. “This is very unprofessional!”

“So sorry, sir,” you joke as you rub massage oil into your palms. Peter’s about to give an undoubtedly witty response when, without warning, you lean down and press the heel of your hands into his mid-back, putting pressure on either side of his spine and sliding down toward his sides.

“Oh fuuuck,” he groans.

“Too much?” you ask, pausing your movements in case you’ve hurt him.

“No! No, it’s so good.”

You hum your acknowledgment, focusing on your work. Your hands make their way up his back, kneading into the muscle until you feel it give. When you’re finished, you move on to his neck, knowing that he holds tension there even if it usually doesn’t cause him pain. You also know that he fucking loves a neck massage.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans when your warm fingers meet his neck. You spend a few minutes there, eventually trailing your fingers back down the length of his spine, your signal that you were finished with the massage. “Have I told you lately that you’re the best thing to ever happen to me?” he asks, sounding so relaxed you can’t help but be proud of yourself.

“Yesterday, I think. But it never gets old.” There’s a lazy smile on your face, Peter can hear it in your tone. And then you ruin the moment. “Unlike you.”

“That’s it,” he says, and it’s all the warning you get before he’s rolling onto his side, shoving your body off of his and toppling you into the mattress.

“Peter!” you shriek as your back hits the covers.

He’s on you in a second, pinning your wrists to the bed as he smirks above you. “I’ve heard just about enough out of you,” he says, and then his lips are on yours.

When he pulls back, you’re looking up at him doe-eyed, any thoughts you might’ve had completely gone from you now.

“Nothin’ to say now, hm?” he taunts, letting go of your wrist so he can brush his thumb over your bottom lip. He chuckles when you shake your head no, his mouth curving into a wicked smirk. “Gonna fuck you so good, angel, you’re gonna regret fixing me up as well as you did.”

#tasm!peter x reader #tasm peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #spiderman x reader #andrew garfield spiderman #tasm #andrew garfield peter parker #my fics