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wickedyan · 4 years

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Ummm... can I just say how much I love your levi works?? ❤❤❤ i was wondering if you could make another yandere levi victorian arranged marriage? Like it dosent have to be victorian. But can you make it so that its a continuation of your first part ??? thanksss

Part 2 of this

Character: Levi Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan

Warnings: Dubcon, Noncon, Yandere, rough smut.

A/N: I now know a lot about the Victorian era. What people wore in the daytime, in the evening, to bed… and their underwear. Specifically, how to take off the underwear… if you get what I mean ;)

On another note, woo! I finally completed this work! I’ve been working on it for over a week nonstop... hehe. I hope you all enjoy it! (This is the last part to this, I won’t be writing any more for it.)

Due to its length... and content, it’ll be placed under a cut.

His house didn’t feel like a house. Or a home. More like a castle. The gardens were large and meticulously well kept, with fantastical flowers and hedges that you only heard about in fairy tales. The gates to the estate were tall, with sharp-pointed tops and scary wires. It would ensure no unwanted guests could get in… and that no one that wished to leave without permission could get out.

The house itself was five times larger than your old home, and you could count at least twenty windows on the front side of the house.

Your long skirt dragged along the concrete paths, heels clicking in tandem with your new husband’s dress shoes. His arm was entwined with your own, having pulled you close to him, shoulders rubbing together with each step.

You clutched at your skirt as you ascended the stairs to the front door of your new prison. Servants opened the doors wide for the two of you, and you were hit with the fresh scents of lemongrass and ginger.

The entryway was sparsely decorated, a deep red rug centred on the floor with golden tassels fluffing the edges. A wooden table with gorgeous floral vases that you knew costed more than the dress and shoes you wore combined, with fresh red roses that were mid-bloom. The walls painted a simple beige colour and the roof was an odd pattern of mahogany wood with various animals carved into them. Old paintings lined the walls, you didn’t recognise any of the figures, but you recognised the cold eyes identical to Levi’s. His mother.

Levi wasted no time pulling you through the entryway and through identical hallways, up squeaky mahogany staircases and into what seemed like his private bedroom. He pulled free from your arm, addressing a maid and ordering her to have you cleaned up and redressed with a grumble of “and burn that thing when you’re finished” …you couldn’t help but be offended, it was the fanciest dress you owned.

A kind-looking woman pulled you into an en-suite bathroom that connected to his bedroom. It was large, with a marble counter and basin, and a large bathtub with a shelf full of essential oils and fragrances. The bathwater was poured in, heated to a high temperature. You watched the steam coming off the water, it would be a while before the water was comfortable. The maid left you to undress, and you took your time. Slowly untying the shawl around your shoulders, you unceremoniously dropped it to the floor. Your shoes and stockings were next. Then the dress itself. There was a full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

You stood in front of the mirror, eyes skimming over your body. You weren’t skinny, but you weren’t overweight. Your parents worked hard to put food on the table for you, but you bet Levi barely had to lift a finger. You eyed your protruding hip bones, gaunt collarbones. You weren’t skinny… but you could stand to gain a few kilos.

The water stung your sensitive skin as you sunk into the bath, letting the water rise until only your head sat above the water. The cuts on your knees burned. Taking a deep breath, you submerged yourself, holding your breath as you wet your hair.

In only a few hours, you would lose your virginity. Your new husband would expect sex from you, and you would have no reason to deny him. Maybe you could tell him you weren’t feeling up to it… but Levi wasn’t stupid, he would see through your lies easily. You couldn’t help but wonder… would it be good…? Would you enjoy yourself?

Your heart pounded against your ribcage, nervous energy spreading throughout your shaking extremities.

Reaching for the soap, you made quick work of lathering it over your body, making sure to leave no spot untouched. He seemed to have special soap for your hair, it smelled of lavender.

Before you left the bath, you let yourself soak just a little longer. Until the water had cooled and your skin was pruney.

Fresh clothes had been left on the bed for you, you looked over them while you finished towel-drying your hair. It was evening, so you had been left an evening gown. It was much fancier than anything you had ever owned before. You almost felt wrong for wearing it. But you couldn’t deny its comfort, minus the corset that required help from several maids to tighten.

The dress was gorgeous. It was on off the shoulder neckline with long cream-coloured frilled lace. It was a peach colour, with large bows holding up more lace along the bottom of the gown. The number of petticoats and underskirts had your body hot, with a natural red flush to your cheeks and shoulders. The maids fawned over you, braiding your hair and applying cherry juice to your lips.

It was the prettiest you had ever looked, but the sour taste in your mouth wouldn’t leave. The maids, although just following orders, were dressing you up to have sex with their boss. It wasn’t so sweet when you put it in those words, but it was the truth of the situation.

You wondered if he wanted to bed you to show dominance over you. Maybe it was to show others that you belonged to him, he was the possessive type and he had arranged your marriage out of that sick idea. Maybe he wanted to impregnate you, really show the other nobles that you were his. Have you running around taking care of your children and speaking only when spoken to, like some little trophy wife.

Maybe he truly desired you.

You wanted more out of life. But he had stolen that chance from you. He had you right where he wanted you, stuck, locked away in his home and you couldn’t do anything about it. It was sickening.

Soon enough, the maids decided they were finished. And you were ushered down the stairs, where your husband was waiting for you at the dining table, a large feast laid out in front of him. Normally, the wife would sit on the opposite side of the husband, but he pulled you towards him, and you were sat in his lap.

Your face burned; an embarrassing show put on for the servants. But they made no comments on it. Smart of them, should they wish to keep their heads. You struggled in his lap, using the armrests to help push yourself out of his lap. His arms snaked around your waist, and with an iron grip, he pulled you back into his lap. No matter how much you squirmed, you couldn’t leave. You huffed a breath of annoyance, settling into his lap more comfortably.

You stiffened, feeling something hard beneath you. You wriggled, and Levi grunted hot air into the nape of your neck. Gooseflesh rose in its place.

“Careful, little lamb. Keep writhing on my lap like that and I won’t be able to control myself…” He murmured this low in your ear, a low growl on his tongue. Your body was hot, the pang of arousal that licked up your thighs was not helping.

Quickly you looked around, you were alone, so no one had heard him. You couldn’t help but feel relieved, if someone had heard that you wouldn’t be able to face them again… “You smell divine. I take it you enjoyed your bath?” He cut into the food, bringing a bite-sized amount up past you and to his lips.

You nodded in reply, “I did. Thank you.”

Although you couldn’t see it, you knew he was smirking.

He brought another square of food up on the fork, this time aiming for your mouth. He was going to feed you. Your lips parted, accepting the food. You chewed slowly, savouring the taste. It was delicious… you hadn’t ever tasted something with so much flavour. You couldn’t help but salivate. You usually ate things like mutton, bread and tea. This was something completely out of your league.

Dinner continued that way, alternating bites until you were both full.

Dread. It was Night. The sun nowhere to be seen. Levi had already returned to your shared bedroom. You sat in a room in front of the fireplace. It was warm, and from your position, you could see the moon from the window. You cherished this moment, the comfort and allowed yourself to forget what awaited you in his bedroom.

It was your bedroom too, now.

A maid came to collect you, and you were broken from your stupor.

When you arrived at the door to your room, it was closed. You could see the glow of candlelight from underneath the door. You rapped the door, waiting for an answer before stepping through.

Levi was in his nightclothes. He was on the bed, sitting up against the headboard with a book in his hands. Laying on top of the covers. The candlelight flickered as you shut the door behind you. He didn’t lift his eyes from his book, flicking over the page with a hum. You made quick work of changing into your own nightgown, grunting as you loosened the corset with only a little struggle.

You could feel his eyes gliding over your exposed shoulder blades and flitting down with the slide of your dress as it fell to the floor. Turning around, catching him in the act. But he didn’t look away when you turned. He continued staring unashamedly. Daring you to say something, as though a man couldn’t admire his wife.

When you crawled into bed beside him, you were almost convinced he had forgotten about his heated promise to you. Almost. He lifted an arm, inviting you into his space. Ignoring it made no difference because he pulled you into his side. Your head resting on his chest, one arm holding his book and the other stroking through your hair, curling it behind your ear. It was comfortable, domestic.

Levi smelled good. Was it some soap or essential oils? Perhaps a special cologne? What was the scent specifically? You couldn’t tell, but it had you breathing deeply, hoping to intake more and more of that pleasant smell.

He had reached the end of his page but instead of turning it as he had the past several pages, he closed the book. It was placed in its spot in his bedside draw. His hand rested on his stomach. Your palms were sweating, fingers twitching wildly. All through this, his other hand didn’t stop stroking your hair.

Until it moved, sliding under your jaw and tilting your face upwards toward his own. His hand stayed there, cradling your face. He took a moment to meet your eyes. His pupils blown wide, eyelids heavy and lips parted.

His lips met yours.

You gasped and Levi used this to slide his tongue past your lips. His tongue rolled over your teeth and tongue, exploring your mouth. It was warm and wet and practised. He nipped at your lips, licking over them in silent apology at your sharp intake of breath. How was he so good at this? He grunts, but you’re lost in the kiss. Your eyes were closed, hands reaching for his shirt to pull him closer, hot skin touching his, mewling and leaning into him.

That scent was back again, but he tastes like whisky and mint and maybe you should have pulled away, maybe it should’ve been gross, but it just wasn’t. His lips were firm but gentle, his tongue teasing and slow. His teeth dug into your lip, but his tongue was always quick to soothe the mark.

Levi pulled back with a groan, a lewd string of saliva connected you. He leaned in, sucking it up lewdly. “You taste better than I imagined.”

Sliding around the back of your head and into your hair, his hand pulled hard and smashed your lips together once more. Heat floods your thighs, you rub your legs together to create some kind of friction.

“Oh… Sir-Levi…” you breathe out between pants and sighs.

He’s on top of you, pushing you down and his legs between your thighs. Calloused hands roam your body leaving trails of heat behind them. Then he’s pulling open the buttons of your nightgown and pressing kisses down your neck. He lingers on a particular spot on your neck, harder kisses until he’s licking hot, wet stripes along your throat. He blows cool air over it, chuckling as your nipples harden amongst the goosebumps on your chest. His groin is grinding over your hips, fingers digging into the fat of your hips and squeezing so harshly you know it’s going to leave marks.

Teeth scrape over your collarbones and it has you squeaking out a high-pitched moan. You’re writhing under his burning touch, teeth biting so hard into your lip you can taste blood.

He pulls open the rest of your nightgown, exposing your chest to the cool night air. His lips are enclosing the hardened bud before you have a chance to be embarrassed. He sucks it into his mouth, circling it with his tongue and tugging with his teeth and it sends arousal straight to your core. His other hand is groping your other breast and you can feel the desperation in his touch. Your fingers rake through his raven locks, scraping against his scalp and pulling it, not knowing if it’s because it’s too much or because you have an inclination that he would like it.

A wet ‘pop’ is heard as he pulls off your nipple and moves to the other one to give it the same attention. Before he does, he kisses your sternum. His hungry eyes, wicked with desire, burn into your own. He takes pleasure seeing you so fucked out and he had barely started. “God, you’re beautiful…” He grins, he has you right where he wants you. A predator looming darkly over its prey. But this was the best part of the hunt. His reward.

“You belong to me now… you know that now, don’t you, y/n?” You nod, at his mercy.

He kisses the flesh of your bust, sucking the supple skin into his mouth and biting down. Hard. You cried out in pain, but he’s quick to move on, repeating the action and leaving deep purple marks all over your tits, moving back up to leave the same marks in more visible places. You shake your head, pushing at his shoulders. But he pushes back into you, you didn’t realise how strong he was.

“No- I… Marks. No…” You manage to speak amongst sighs. He snickers into your throat, the vibrations only making the sensations all the more pleasurable. He ignores your words, biting harder to show he heard you.

His hands ghost the length of your thighs, pushing the bottom of your nightgown up over your hips. Fingertips moved deftly, swiftly untying the strings keeping the front of your underwear together. He was quick to pull the last of the clothing hiding your body from his greedy eyes. You felt vulnerable, having your most intimate parts on display for the man. You squeezed your thighs together, or at least the best you could with him between them.

Strong arms held your thighs apart. He leaned down, hot breath blowing over your opening. Embarrassed, you covered your eyes with your hands.

“Eyes on me.” His voice was deep, demanding, controlling.

Slowly, you pulled your hands from your eyes, glancing up to witness his sinful expression. That devilish grin.

He was teasing as he leaned down, blowing hot streams of air over your pussy. Pulling the lips apart and staring back up at you from between your legs. Gaze dark. “My my, you are wet, aren’t you? So ready for me already?” His tongue dipped out to taste, licking a flat stripe up the length of your slit.

You gasped; eyes clenching closed before remembering to keep your eyes locked on his. Mirth in his stare. “I’ve been watching you, longing for you, keeping such a close eye on you… for months… never did I think you would look so delicious in my bed.”

Two fingers rubbed against your slit, grinding back and forth over your hole. Gentle “Ohhh…”’s and “Ahhh…”’s sighed from your mouth. Scooping up your slick and using it to press firm circles over your swollen clit.

That felt… good. Really good.

Levi paused, pulling his fingers away, scissoring them and holding them closer to the candlelight. “I guess… a taste wouldn’t hurt.” And his fingers were being sucked into his mouth. He licked around them, groaning. “Fuck… so sweet…” It should’ve been embarrassing but you had never been more aroused.

“I wish I could taste you more, but I can’t wait any longer.” He was tugging his own nightclothes off, untying the knot of his underwear and pulling his hard cock free. It twitched in his hand, heavy and girthy. He scooped more of your slick into his hand, stroking it over his cock. He threw his head back, a growl deep in his throat. “God… I finally have you, y/n… just fucking look at you… all mine.”

The heat of his cock was rubbing at your cunt, grinding it against your clit and fuck you wanted him. There’s a dark look in his eyes, and you suddenly remember that this man took you from your family and arranged a marriage with you to sate some sick obsession he had with you.

You kicked at his shoulder, sending him falling backwards and scrambling to get off the bed. But he pins you down, large hand wrapping around your throat and pushing you back into the sheets. His firm grip on your throat makes breathing difficult, you scratch at his hand but it’s no use.

He thrusts his entire length into you, fucking you into the mattress with such force you can hear the animalistic slapping of skin on skin and it only makes you wetter. His eyebrows are furrowed, angry. You scream, as best you can with his hand around your neck. He silences you with a searing kiss, much less gentle than before, with teeth clashing together.

The gentleness that had been in all his previous actions was gone; he gave no pauses while he pounded into you. He was snarling as he hammered unapologetically into you. “You can never leave me, brat. Be my good, submissive girl and I’ll reward you. Misbehave and you will not enjoy the punishment.”

Despite his rough movements, the pain and pleasure worked together, and it had you clenching around him because it just felt so good.

“Aw,” he sneered, “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” His thrusts had a sense of urgency to them, and he bit his lip as he growled in your ear. His free hand assaulted your clip with delicious friction that had the pleasure in your gut building until it was nearly ready to burst.

Levi grunted, “I’m gonna cum… and you’re gonna take every. Last. Drop.” He punctuated his words with forceful thrusts into your cunt.

“Cum with me… cum now.”

And that pleasure burst, clenching uncontrollable around his cock and milking each rope of sticky white fluid that filled your pussy.

He heaved over you, releasing his grip on your neck, and slowly pulled his softening cock out of your sopping pussy with a squelch.

He left you on the bed, panting and wrecked. Your forehead and hair damp with sweat, covered in his teeth marks and bruises that would be impossible to cover. His cum leaking out of your ruined cunt. He returned with a damp cloth, the cold liquid making you flinch, then relax into the soothing feeling as he wiped at your intimates.

Your eyelids felt heavy, and you couldn’t will yourself to move. But soon there was something being placed around your throat.

“Mmm… fits perfectly.”

It was a white, lace collar, with a dainty little heart.

‘Levi’

“Now, you’re truly mine.”

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marjiandco · 4 years

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#3: Muster

Timeline: after the dragonsong war

Characters: Marji, Aymeric

Word Count: 1454

Marji was extremely nervous about the coming dinner with Aymeric. He was so regal, and refined, he was like a crystal clear lake compared to her muddy waters. She even stooped to asking Emmanellain de Fortemps for fashion help when Raiku was at a loss.

A decision she still couldn't decide if she regretted or not when he put her in a dress with a corset so tight her breasts felt like they were throttling her. She suspected he has some perverse glee in seeing her like that, but with all the other high ladies of Ishgard wearing something similar she couldn't fully condemn him. She tried to have a council with Raiku about table manners but he was mysteriously busy those days. She ended up running to Honoroit for help. She never gave the kid as much credit he deserved; he was already an honorable and exceedingly practiced person.

On the day of, she walked to his estate, muttering practiced lines and polite small talk under her breath in hopes to impress. She was lead through the manor, and she was shocked with how different it was from the de Fortemps. As much as there was comfort and luxuries, de Borel's seem to covet functionality and closeness. They had reached the dining room, where Aymeric awaited her. She thanked the butler or was it landlord? And made a quick wiping motion before holding out her hand to kiss. She felt ridiculous, but he played along, taking her warm hand in his and giving it a small peck. She gave an awkward curtsy and an embarrassed laugh before they gathered around an intimate table setting.

Aymeric was an observant man; he could tell how nervous she was, and swallowed a laugh when she bent at the knee. She looked radiant, but uncomfortable in her own skin, and he vowed to bring out the woman he's come to know. He spoke in a relaxed tone, something soft and warm to entice her to leave this strange shell she's built. She loosened her shoulders after a couple glasses of wine, the food delicious as a rosy tint colored her silver cheeks. He asked her about her travels, finding himself lost in her stories of taskmaster moogles and fantastical locations. Just speaking to her brightened his day and pulled him away from his arid reports and stoic briefings.

Truth be told, he created this dinner as a way to be alone with her. He found himself inexplicably drawn to this miqo'te woman. Even their first meeting he found himself struck by her wild black and white hair, the stare that sucked him in and seemed to see right through him. Understanding her more, even at the distance she keeps, was one of the true joys of this past year. She could make him genuinely laugh. It wasn't until Estinien was stolen by Nidhogg that he realized his feelings of attraction to her. He couldn't stop thinking about her, even in his most private moments she remained. He finally couldn't take it, and with the Dragonsong war at an end he took the opportunity to speak to her. When she mentioned him coming on her next adventure, he believed her feelings to be close to his.

After the meal he asked her to go for a walk with him to his families little courtyard, away from the prying eyes of the city. They walked together beneath the moonlight, and he was transfixed at how she seemed to glow beneath the blue light. Stars speckled in her eyes, and when she stopped to look at the sky, he took his chance.

“Mistress Wahluuk, Marji..” He swallowed a lump building in his throat.

When her gemstone like eyes turned to him and she breathed out his name it was all he could do not to shiver. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and he noted how surprisingly small they were compared to his hands.

“It's been a most wonderful evening having you here. I don't believe I've had a good night like this in...I don't know how long.”

“Yes It's been such a whirlwind I haven't had time to slow down. This has been nice Aymeric.” She smiled.

He swallowed again and took a step closer to her, and he could feel her warmth and he could feel his own heat rising. She looked at him quizzically, but not unwanted.

“I enjoy my time with you. You're a strong, courageous woman who I've come to look to not just against enemies, but here, where we can be who we are. I hope I haven't spoken so freely as to offend.”

She shook her head.

“Good.” He said, the heat getting the better of him.

He moved a hand to the small of her back and leaned down, eyes locked on her lusciously pink lips as they parted, inviting him closer as her breath hitched. Just as their lips were about to touch, she spoke his name not with want, but with confusion. He stopped and pulled back an inch. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed against him weakly, as if apologetically. He was surprised by her reaction and he stopped his movements, but remained close to her.

“Aymeric I don't, um..” she mumbled, her breath tickling his nose.

As if life came back to him, he fully moved away from her, dropping his hands as red began to spread across his face.

“I...profusely apologize. If I've caused you any distress.”

“No!” she stopped him, taking hold of his hand in both of hers “It's not that it's just, we're so different. You're so refined and I'm, I'm just some adventurer.”

“You must needs not believe that. I like being with you as you are; you don't have to put all this together just to speak with me.” He gestured to her outfit. “Not that your efforts weren't noticed, you look quite nice in Ishgardian cloth.”

She snorted “Yeah Emmanellain sure thought so.”

He smiled at the glimpse of who he fell in love with, but it was faint.

“That's not the point though, Aymeric.” She slid a hand up his arm and he couldn't help but feel elated, even with things going so wrong.

“Aymeric I'm not,” she bit her lip “I don't think I'm ready for something like this. With everything that's happened I haven't been given time to recuperate.”

Though she was being delicate, he realized how much of a fool he'd been. She had just lost Haurchefant naught a few months ago, and he was already trying to bed her? Shame enveloped him.

“Aymeric you're a great man, and I love our time together, really, but I don't think I could get into a relationship right now without ruining it. I'm just, er, casual.”

He felt a pang at the thought. She has had a couple of nights where she was alone with strange people. He realized what she meant by casual, and felt a pang of jealousy that he would not be one of them. He wanted to bargain and say he could be with her with no attachments, but he knew his feelings would only grow.

“Please don't think I don't want to be your friend, I value you and want to have our talks and companionship.”

Uncharacteristically, he pulled her into a hug without asking for permission. “Marji I would never jeopardize our friendship for one strange moment.” He said in her hair.

When she circled her arms around him he breathed a sigh of relief before breaking contact, a smile he hoped to the gods didn't look pained. “You're important to me, and though I might have a passion you don't reciprocate I would like to continue to be a friend. I'll need a moment to recollect, but don't think this will make things strange between us.”

She sighed, her shoulders relaxing beneath his hands “Gods, thank you. I couldn't lose you too. I'll uh, leave you to your thoughts.”

A small pat on his chest, her ears doing that cute thing where one flattened a little more than the other before heading towards the exit. As he went to his room to lick his wounds, and Marji to hers in the de Fortemps manner, he bemoaned his stupidity. Marji would race through scenarios of being the girlfriend of Aymeric de Borel, of their lives or ultimate break ups, and nothing seemed to tug her in one direction. The fact that he accepted not only her rejection but to continue to stay friends meant she found a good man. The pair would value their friendship tightly, and the time apart in the coming wars only solidified their platonic connection.

#heavensward spoilers #ffxivwrite2020 #marji #ffxiv #i was going for a muster up courage vibe #but #if you want self indulgence #look no further than this #i was trying to go for how she sees him #hope that comes across

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sinninginpurple2-0 · 5 years

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Some Casual Relief

Will Write For Coffee

Nothing explicit but still a little unsafe for work

“Okay, what is it this time?” Marinette asked with a smirk as she opened the hatch above her bed for Chat to drop down through, “Are you just horny, stressed, or did she do something to wind you up?”

“Last one,” he mumbled in embarrassment, “She was going on and on about needing to warm up and-”

“And all you could think about was the way you normally warm up?” she teased, as she closed the window to block the chill of the evening outside.

He rolled his eyes and smirked in response. Ladybug hadn’t meant it as anything other than an innocent comment he was sure, but her voice had sounded positively sinful when she’d asked if he knew what she needed to spread some warmth through her chilled body. Hot chocolate hadn’t exactly been what he was thinking of when she’d announced it in an overly cheery voice before leaving him stunned and far too warm to be comfortable despite the cold.

So of course, he’d had to stop by Marinette’s before going home. He had a pretty severe itch to scratch that he knew she’d be only too happy to help him take care of it, given her own sex drive was as furious as a raging bull.

If someone had told him six months ago that he and his cute classmate would have a regular arrangement to work out their sexual frustrations together, he’d have laughed until he hurt himself. Ladybug was the only one for him, after all; no one else would ever do. Which, it turned out, was exactly the same situation for Marinette and some boy at their school.

After some awkward initial discussions, they had come to terms with the fact that they were both attracted enough to each other to be interested, but far too caught up in other people for it to be fair to try anything so serious as dating. They had promised to stay just friends, enjoy each other’s company and never complicate anything. That was until exams and university applications and stress joined the mess and they found themselves finally agreeing that letting off a little steam might be helpful and possibly even necessary.

And, of course, it turned out to be a handy way to deal with the unfortunate side-effects of their oblivious love’s words and actions at times.

“Was it as bad as the popsicle incident during the summer?” Marinette asked.

He groaned, remembering the way she’d teased the frozen treat in front of him, with no regard for the way his male brain was wired to react to such a thing. “Nothing could ever be as bad as that,” he said before leaning into her personal space and observing the way her face was already flushed pink. Perhaps she’d been hoping he’d visit before Ladybug had ever stirred his interest tonight? “Anyway, what about you? Mystery Boy been distracting lately?”

“Yup,” she said, eyes dragging down his body as she leaned back -not to move away- but instead to recline against her bed.

“You ever gonna tell me who he is? You know my not-so-mystery Lady.”

“Yeah,” she snorted, “because it’s obvious. If you don’t already know who gets me wet, I’m not opening myself up for your mocking.”

“You don’t seem to have any issue opening up for me in other ways,” he grinned before pushing her onto her back and grinding his hardness between her legs.

***

“Holy shit, that was awesome,” Adrien gasped as he rolled off of her and onto his back, removing the condom quickly and tying a knot in it before throwing it to the edge of the bed. He watched Marinette’s grin turn sly as she wiped sweat from her forehead, careful not to disturb the blindfold across her eyes as she did.

“Isn’t it always?” she asked as she sat up, slowly feeling her way to the edge of the bed and facing away from him before she lifted the scarf from her face and dropped it to the mattress. He chuckled breathlessly as she reached down for his clothes, blindly passing his jeans and boxers back to him so he could begin to dress before transforming for some cuddling.

She stilled slightly as she grabbed his button-up shirt from where it had fallen in a rumpled pile on the floor. Holding it out in front of her, she considered it and he wondered what was going on in her mind, considering he couldn’t see her expressions to work from.

“Is this from your father’s new line he hasn’t released yet?” she asked casually.

He froze. “My…my father’s?” he choked out.

“Yeah. I haven’t seen this one before, but it screams runway version instead of adjusted for the racks.”

Her voice was still too casual. Too nonchalant. Was she aware of what she was saying? Had she forgotten who she was with? Or, did she-

“Yeah, I know Adrien,” she said in answer to his unasked question, turning her head slightly so that he could see her face in profile.

“H-How?” he asked, feeling more exposed than he ever had before, even considering that he was more dressed than she was right now.

“You remember how I found your wallet in the school library?” she asked, finally turning fully to face him, handing him his shirt as she did so. He nodded as he took it. “It wasn’t really in the library. It fell out here. I wouldn’t have looked, but it was already open and your student ID card’s right at the front.”

“But…that was three days ago!” he spluttered, “You’ve known all this time? And you still let me- We just-” He vaguely gestured to the used condom discarded amongst the sheets.

She smiled and shrugged at him, moving onto the bed fully again to recline beside him. She was still very naked, and he was really surprised she didn’t seem to have any issue with it.

Pushing herself against his side, she wriggled her way into his hold so that they were snuggled up much the way they usually were after working out some tension, and Adrien couldn’t help but wrap his arm around her out of instinct.

“So, it turns out two of my friends are the same person,” she said, “Doesn’t change anything. Just means it’s easier for me to get in contact with you now when I’m horny, instead of scanning the rooftops and trying to get your attention when you pass.”

“Really? You’re not…freaked out? You don’t hate me?”

“Don’t be stupid. It took a couple of days for it to...marinate, I guess. But I’m over it now. Besides, now I don’t need to wear a blindfold, so I’ll get to see your pretty face when you come, Kitty.”

Adrien couldn’t help but laugh nervously. Could he really be this lucky, or would everything start going wrong?

***

He was still a little shell-shocked the next day at school. He got ready for class and sat in the back of the car in a stupor, watching the world from a distance until he got out and approached the building, absently saying hi to Nino. He was just starting to feel more human again and was actively listening to the latest talk about local club-life, when his best friend suddenly started to choke on the bottle of water he was drinking from, Adrien thumping him on the back until he gasped in breaths again before turning to see what had gotten him into such a state.

Immediately he grabbed for Nino’s forgotten water bottle himself and gulped down a huge drink, suddenly feeling a might thirsty at what he saw.

Marinette had just arrived at school -with a scandalised looking Alya in tow- and boy, was she ever underdressed for the chilly weather. She wore an off-shoulder, low cut, black corset top -one he was sure would be picked up on by the teachers citing dress codes the second she walked into class- and she had paired it with a short, pleated green skirt. Her long legs remained completely bare until they ended in cute little black ankle boots. The fact that she must have been freezing was only a distant thought at the back of Adrien’s extremely overheated mind.

“Just felt like looking pretty today,” she said in response to something from Alya that he had managed to miss in his haze, and he shakily handed Nino his water back, so the other boy could take a much-needed sip himself.

“Screw pretty. You look hot!” Nino blurted out and Adrien had to internally restrain himself before he socked his friend in the jaw.

“You have a girlfriend,” he reminded him in a harsh tone of voice.

“And she has no issue with him staring at Marinette today,” Alya told them with a wide-eyed grin, “She does look hot. I am seriously considering asking how you feel about a threesome.”

Marinette let out a full-blown laugh as she continued on her way, walking right past Adrien as she made her way inside. The quick wink she sent him was probably not lost on the others, but thankfully, neither said a word about it as all three of them openly gawked at their sexy friend.

Adrien was actually kind of grateful when they made it to the classroom because Marinette suddenly pulled a black hoodie from her backpack, covering up her rather obvious cleavage from view. He felt it like a fog suddenly lifting and he gained the ability to think clearly again without her chest distracting him.

At least, until he took his seat a few desks behind her, only to realise that the hoodie had the words “you know you ‘knead’ me” written on the back in green stitching with a couple of paw prints beneath. He groaned. It was going to be a long day.

***

Adrien was beginning to think that things might not be so bad after all.

He’d managed to get through an entire day now and -other than her provocative clothing and that initial wink- Marinette hadn’t acted any differently than usual towards him. They’d had shared classes and chatted like always. The four of them had had lunch together in the cafeteria as usual and there had been plenty jokes, some innocent and a few naughty ones -but that was typical of their interactions before she’d known. She’d even been more open to the dirty jokes he and Nino made when normally they caused her to blush even as she giggled.

So now, everyone had headed out to go home and he was on his way to his locker to retrieve his fencing gear before his driver came to take him to practice.

He was just passing by the supply closet two doors from the locker room when he felt a tug on the back of his shirt and stumbled backwards into the small space with a yelp. His back was pressed against the shelves with a thud as he heard the door slam shut and the sound of a lock engage.

It took him a few seconds to take in what had happened and the girl standing in front of him, smirking. Marinette had just dragged him into a small, secluded spot at school. After everyone else had left. There was no way in hell this was meant as anything innocent.

“Marinette?” he asked tentatively, trying to hide it with a firm tone.

“You could have at least commented on my clothes, you know,” she said with a pout, “I froze myself half to death to get a reaction from you, and it was Alya and Nino who ended up with their eyes hanging out instead.”

“So, you did wear that for me.” It was something he had been wondering on all day. Just in case. He didn’t want to feel conceited by assuming it was meant for his benefit.

“Of course I did. I’m cat themed and these are your colours.”

“Uh, yeah. So…any reason you had to pull me in here to tell me that?”

She smirked again, and Adrien just knew he was in all kinds of trouble now.

“You -as Chat- used to tell me you had an activity after school on a Thursday. I’m guessing that’s your fencing group?”

She placed her palm against his chest and his eye widened as he considered what else he had told her about that particular activity. “Um, yes.”

“Well, as you said, fencing’s an energetic sport. Really gets the blood pumping. One naughty thought at the wrong time and…”

And he’d embarrass himself in his tight uniform is what he’d do. Something he’d told her once before, although to be fair it had been an attempt to be seductive rather than give her fodder to taunt him with.

He took a deep breath. “Please don’t make fun of me,” he said.

“Oh, I’m not going to make fun of you,” she said, her hand sliding down his chest until it rested on his stomach, her pace slowing but not stopping completely as her hand continued its downwards route.

He cleared his throat, swallowing and desperately trying to wet the inside of his mouth. Fond memories of this morning’s water bottle returned, and he wished he had brought another with him to chase away the dryness trying to wreck his voice. “Please don’t try to get me worked up right before I need to go be around people for the next hour,” he practically begged.

“Too late,” she giggled as she began to palm him through his clothes. He couldn’t help but growl a little in both arousal and annoyance at her actions before his mind caught up to the fact that Marinette wasn’t doing this for Chat -she was doing this for Adrien right now. Despite what she’d said last night, did she really have no issue with knowing that who she was touching was a close friend?

“Wait-”

“Besides, that is the exact opposite of what I plan to do,” Marinette purred, ignoring his words and suddenly dropping to her bare knees in front of him and wrenching his belt loose.

“What are you doing!?” He squeaked as she looked up and held eye-contact with him as she unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down. Because of the blindfold she’d never been able to keep eye-contact before. It was so hot.

“Well, I can’t promise you’ll go the entire hour without a little danger,” she said, pulling him out his underwear, “but this should hold you for at least the first half of fencing.”

“B-But you don’t have to-”

He trailed off with a moan and his head hit the shelf behind him as she engulfed his length and her mouth and tongue went to work.

***

Adrien was pleasantly surprised by how little his identity revelation affected things between him and Marinette. As time moved on, they only seemed to grow closer as friends, and other than a few sly looks thrown at them by Alya and Nino, who simply didn’t know about their arrangement and therefore didn’t understand the ins and outs of their specific friendship (a childish pun, but one he was extremely proud of himself for), everything flew under the radar.

The things that did change were definitely for the better.

At first, too awkward and unsure of the shift between them, Adrien had stayed away from her house. Two days after the unexpected fellatio in the supply closet, however, he’d gotten an unexpected late-night call from Marinette. He’d ignored it at first, but finally answered on her third attempt to reach him and after a nervous hello, she’d jumped right in without preamble.

“I’m stressed out over this essay question for ESMOD and I need you to come over and return the favour I did for you the other day.”

“Are you…sure you want me to come over?”

“Well, I can hardly sneak into your room, can I Monsieur Superhero?”

“I suppose. But…do you really-”

“Less talk, more cock, Chat.”

It had taken surprisingly little convincing to get him to visit after that, at which point he had done far more than just return the favour. The two of them soon fell into a new rhythm of school closet shenanigans followed by late-night booty calls from then on.

A part of him was disheartened that both he and Marinette had other people they were interested in; they seemed to work so well together.

***

His new favourite game was strip studying. The two of them would take turns using flashcards to quiz each other on Bac topics and every incorrect answer lost them an item of clothing. It was the one time Adrien was okay with messing up and getting things wrong.

“Maybe I peaked when I aced the French section last year?” he told her, handing over his jeans to be added to her pile of winnings. He had completely forgotten a key point on statistics that would have seriously hurt his score on any essay he wrote, so now he was sitting with nothing to wear but his tight boxer briefs.

“I think you just like losing,” she joked, sitting back on her bare legs and stretching so that the oversized sweater she wore dropped to reveal her pale shoulder beneath.

“Maybe,” he said with a smile, grabbing another flashcard, “Okay, translate as many of these subject names as you can into English.”

“Easy,” she said, beginning to list them off as he gave her each one.

He faked a long-suffering sigh. “Something tells me your questions aren’t nearly as hard as mine.”

“Two more questions wrong, Kitty and you can show me just how hard yours is when you have to start paying in sexual favours,” she said with a wink.

“Why wait?” he asked sensually, pulling her forward to sit in his lap, their underwear the only barriers between their lower halves.

***

“So, um…you called me Adrien,” he said, gasping deeply for breath now that she had rolled off him and was curled into his side, also recovering.

“Yeah?-” -she panted in a quick breath- “-It’s your name.”

“I know. I know. It’s just…I think that’s the first time you’ve said Adrien instead of Chat when you come.”

“Really?” she said, the surprise in her tone evident, “Huh.”

He tilted his head and glanced at her as he dealt with the condom. Her eyes were shut, in bliss or tiredness he wasn’t sure, and her face was wonderfully flushed. It was the best way to see her, he had long decided. Only he got to see her like this.

Their breathing calmed after a few minutes and just as he prepared to close his eyes and doze off for a while, her own opened, piercing him deeply. “You called me Ladybug again,” she said.

He flinched. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” Oddly, she actually looked like she meant it. Her face was nothing but casual indifference. “You love Ladybug. It’s expected you think about her when we have sex.”

He opened his mouth to explain himself. To tell her that while he loved Ladybug, he was also very much into her. That the arrangement only worked because they both liked each other -at least a little- and because she was one of the two hottest and most talented girls he’d ever had the good fortune of laying eyes upon.

He stopped short though, as something occurred to him.

“Hey,” he said, his brow furrowed in confusion, “don’t you ever think of Mystery Boy?”

“What?” she responded, looking equally confused, “Of course I do. What makes you think I don’t?”

“Well, you’ve never used another name. It’s always been Chat, and well, now Adrien too. I thought his name might have slipped out by now.”

She tucked her head under his chin tightly, her voice becoming quiet and muffled. “I was really careful not to use his name before. It’s a mystery remember?”

“Before? So, you think you’re getting closer to slipping up?” He grinned and pulled back to look down at her face. “Will I hear a familiar name soon and just suddenly know?”

“Adrien,” she said, “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he asked, reaching out to tickle her, his hand brushing her bare breast as he did and stealing a gasp. His body twitched in response. His recovery period was lessening all the time. Soon her Thursday afternoon pre-fencing precautions would only buy him fifteen minutes or so.

“I already slipped up, okay?” she said. Her tone sounded relaxed and unconcerned, but she wore a pout on her face and there was a slight wrinkle appearing between her eyebrows that countered her apparent ease.

“Really? When?”

“I said Adrien, didn’t I?”

He frowned. Was there another Adrien he knew? It was a common name, there was bound to be. But Marinette had implied in the past that she knew him personally and he spent most of his free time with her these days, so surely he’d have met him. Or at least Nino and Alya would have mentioned-

And suddenly it hit him. They spent all their free time together. The looks Nino and Alya always threw them when they got a little too flirty in front of other people and had to reign it back. The way she had acted and dressed for him right after she’d discovered his identity. The way she complained to Chat that Mystery Boy had wound her up when he’d spent the day with her, teasing her.

He was Mystery Boy.

“Oh. Uh, Marinette, I-”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, looking a little pained but surprisingly upbeat considering, “You love Ladybug. I’m happy to get what I can.”

His heart reached out for her. The one person she’d turned to in order to help her through her crush on him had turned out to be the same person. And she’d kept going all because she had realised that he could never truly want her while he continued to hope Ladybug might love him.

“I…I don’t think we should keep doing this,” he told her, chest aching as she rolled away from him to lie on her side, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not,” she said with a yawn. Probably pretending she was just tired, not upset.

“I need you to know,” he hesitated, unsure if his next words would help or make things worse, “If I hadn’t met Ladybug, if I hadn’t fallen for her…it would have been you. No one else.”

She remained silent and he dressed quickly before calling for his transformation. Looking over at her one last time, he could see that she had fallen asleep, breathes coming deep and even and a small smile playing about her lips. He wondered if she was dreaming of things having gone a different way.

He placed a tender kiss on her forehead and pulled the blanket up to cover her before letting himself out and making his way home.

***

Chat felt like the lowest form of life on the planet.

After breaking off things with Marinette last night, she had tried calling him several times and sent several texts. Considering most of them had consisted of her telling him she didn’t mind and wanted to continue things, followed by many typical booty call texts, he’d elected to ignore them. She needed time to realise that things had finally changed between them. Then he’d talk to her, let her work out any anger she might have, and hopefully see if they could salvage any part of their friendship.

If she never wanted to speak to him again, he’d follow her wishes, but there was a good chance it would kill him. He wondered how they would explain things to their best friends. Alya was the kind of person to stick by her BFF and as Alya’s boyfriend, Nino would be forced to choose between her and Adrien. He never wanted to put that on him, so he would do the noble thing and allow them to drift apart. Which meant, if she did hate him, he would lose all of his friends.

So, here Chat was, sitting atop Notre Dame and feeling miserable instead of patrolling. Of course, he also felt guilty for daring to feel miserable at all, considering what he must have put poor Marinette through already.

He was a little distracted, so he missed Ladybug’s arrival until she was right beside him. Jumping slightly at being caught off-guard, he put on a smile for her benefit and stood to greet her.

“How are you this evening, My Lady?”

Ladybug smiled at him, her usual brand of devilish beauty behind it. “I’m cold, Kitty. As always.”

“You should have brought that hot chocolate with you. We could have shared,” he said, his smile faltering a little as the effort to pretend everything was fine started to take its toll.

“I can think of something better to warm me up.”

His smile dropped completely at that. It was the kind of thing that would normally have him riled up to the point of racing back to Marinette’s afterwards for some much-needed relief. With what had happened yesterday, it had the opposite effect of usual as he slumped in place.

Only to startle when Ladybug lifted his arm to cuddle into his side. “Warm,” she hummed in pleasure.

He gave a humourless laugh and rubbed his hand against her arm in an attempt to counteract her Miraculous tendency that caused her to struggle with the cold. He slowed and stopped nervously as one of her hands unexpectedly roamed his chest.

“Um, Bug?” he squeaked.

“You’re just as warm as hot chocolate,” she said in a syrupy smooth voice, “Are you as sweet to taste, Kitty?”

“Woah!” Jumping away from her, Chat cursed his bad luck. He’d been waiting forever for his Lady to take an interest and now, at the worst possible time ever, she had decided to do so. “Ladybug, don’t take this the wrong way, but now is not the best time.”

“Why not?” she asked, in the same rich, chocolatey, indulgent tone, “I thought you loved me?”

“I do. But…I’ve done something. Something horrible. And if anything happened between us right now, I’ll hate myself all the more.”

The seductive almost love-drunk look slipped from her face and softened to one of concern instead. “What’s wrong?” she asked, a genuine note of caring in her tone.

So, he told her. He explained all about his arrangement with a classmate, about how she had found out his identity via misplaced ID and how things had evolved from there. About discovering he was the one she was in love with and how he realised he must have been hurting her all along.

And most of all, he told her about his own genuine feelings for Marinette. It didn’t make a lot of sense in the grand scheme of things. He loved Ladybug and he wanted her to love him too. But he needed her to understand that he hadn’t agreed to become a fuck-buddy with his friend because he was just some kind of cad. That it had been in part because he didn’t think it would be fair to try and date someone while he still loved someone else. That he had thought she was in the same position and that they were simply helping out someone they both cared for, without hurting them over their unrequited loves.

He ended by telling her that he still loved her, but that he also had strong feelings for Marinette -as well as the need to protect her- and that he needed some time to allow her to heal before even considering moving on in case he hurt her.

Ladybug listened in silence the entire time. Her face remained mostly expressionless and neutral, mostly just allowing him to get everything off his chest.

“I understand, Kitty,” she said, standing to leave as he watched.

As she walked across the top of the slanted rooftop, his eyes caught sight of something dropping from her hand, sliding down the facing and catching on a roof tile. He skittered down the side to grab it for her quickly before it fell again and was lost.

“My Lady, you dropped something,” he shouted as he reached the small piece of laminated card, lifting it to his eyes as he did so. His eyes widened, and he stared at the card for far longer than necessary before turning to look up at Ladybug, still standing on the edge of the roof above him.

“Is this yours?” he asked, indicating the student ID card in his clawed hands; the one with Marinette’s name and picture on the front.

She grinned and nodded, before sliding down the rooftop and coming to a stop on the slate tiles beside him. She leant in to kiss him lightly and Chat melted -just enough so that he didn’t notice as she took the card from him carefully before pulling back.

“How about we go to your place for a change, Mystery Boy?” she said with a grin, quickly latching her yo-yo around a gargoyle and swinging away in the direction of the Agreste Manor as he watched dumbfounded.

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Bonus:

"Wait - we started this in the summer. You did that popsicle thing ON PURPOSE!!!"

#pip writes #some casual relief #miraculust #unsafe f/work #marichat #adrienette

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J19Z7 trying pegging?

Wooo boy. At first I didn’t know how to tackle this, I wasn’t sure if Zeta-7 was the kind of Rick to want to try this… But my pegging-loving ass simply couldn’t let this one slip. Lots of embarrassed Doofus Rick in this one, but don’t worry, he enjoys himself in the end ;3

5k+ words! Of course, there’s butt stuff and pegging. Also oral. The reader is the same character who works at a strip club on the citadel, who’s appeared in a couple of my fics with Zeta-7 in the past :)

Enjoy!

“Would you mind passing me my red corset? It’s in the middle drawer.” I asked Rick. I was getting ready to go to work, and he was sat at my dressing table having spent the day with me, and was making the most of every minute by sticking around to watch me get ready. I’d done my makeup, and now I was packing tonight’s ‘uniform’ ready to change into at work.

“Of course.” He said cheerily as he walked over to my dresser and pulled open the specified drawer. “Oh!” He gasped in surprise, and I immediately felt guilty.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you. I didn’t think.” I shook my head and walked over to him, reaching past him to pick up the garment in mind before reaching to shut the drawer. Rick caught my wrist.

“I-i-it’s okay. I was j-just surprised.” He assured me, though his cheeks were pink as he stared down at the contents of the drawer. The knowledge had escaped me at the time, but it was where I kept my sex toys as well as some of my racier underwear; the type I mostly wore at work. I noticed his eyes were homed in on one particular toy, though, and I couldn’t pretend to not know why.

“You’re probably wondering why I have that, huh?” I asked, and Rick looked up at me, a curious frown on his face.

“Well, forgive me, I-I-I don’t have an awful lot of knowledge within this subject. Those straps, it looks as if it’s intended to be worn.” He pointed out, and I nodded my head. I picked it up to show him. It was my strap-on dildo.

“That’s right. I would wear this if I- well, I’ve had a few female partners in the past, and so… you get the idea.” I laughed, flushing.

“Oh! Yes… I-I do.” He laughed too, going even redder than I was. “You, um, you are interested in women?” He asked quietly, looking up at me.

“Yeah… sometimes.” I smiled. “I like both.”

“Wow, I never knew that about you.” He smiled at me, and I was happy to see him so accepting of the new information; though I never once doubted that he would be. He was far too sweet to hold any prejudice.

“Well, you learn something new everyday.” I said, putting the toy away and closing the drawer. “I’m sorry to expose you to all my… phalluses.” I snorted, then wandered back over to where my work bag laid on the bed. Rick laughed at my choice of words and shook his head.

“It’s okay! I think that you and I… well, I like to think we’re very close. W-we can share these things with each other, you know?” He said, sounding almost nervous. When I looked at him, he was chewing on his bottom lip and looking at the ground.

“Close? Yes. I like to think so too.” I chuckled. We’d been together for a number of months, and our sex lives had progressively gotten better and better since the first time we’d slept together and Rick had been extremely nervous. He seemed to be getting more and more comfortable with intimacy, beginning to suggest things more often, expressing curiosity in trying new things. It was an exciting process that only made me fall deeper and deeper for him. “Something on your mind?” I asked, noting his sudden sheepishness.

“Nothing! I-I-I’m just thinking about things. Not to worry, you will be leaving for work soon, I don’t want to make you late.” He smiled, looking up at me. I finished putting my things in my bag and walked back over to him, cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a soft kiss. His hands found my waist, holding on gently as I led the kiss, tilting my head to deepen it.

“Okay. But, you can talk to me about things on your mind, remember? My shift is a short one tonight, I’ll be back sometime after eleven. If you want to, you can hang out here, stay the night with me. Don’t worry about waiting up, either.” I said to him, and he nodded his head.

“Th-that sounds nice.” He nodded eagerly, and leaned in to kiss me again. It was always nice when he was the one to initiate a kiss. “Y-you’d better get going. I will be here when you get back.”

“Love you.” I whispered as I pulled him into a short embrace. He laughed giddily at my words.

“Love you too!” He said back.

My shift at Spearmint Rick’s dragged. It was mid-week, so it wasn’t as busy as it usually was, and my favourite regulars were nowhere to be seen. It was funny, everyone in the place was a Rick, but I still had my favourites; the ones who made me laugh, that I got along with the most. It was rather dull when they weren’t around, and I found myself going through the motions almost robotically. I usually enjoyed my work, there was a fun social aspect that I missed on quiet evenings. I was glad to reach the end of my shift, hurrying to the dressing rooms as soon as the clock hit eleven to get changed back into my comfy clothes. I realised as I rushed out to my car that one of the reasons why I was so eager to get home, was because I was missing Rick. Even after spending the whole day together, being separated from him for the few hours of my shift had been an unwelcome thing. Perhaps it was because we’d spent the day cuddled up on the sofa binge watching a funny little TV show that he’d picked out, and it’d been so relaxing and comforting. I hadn’t quite been ready to give that up when I had to start getting ready for work, and I was looking forward to climbing back into my nice little bubble with him.

When I let myself into my apartment, I noticed that the TV was on and showing a late night rerun of a nature documentary. Shots of penguins sliding around on their bellies into water lit up the dark room; the lights were all off, and when I approached the sofa, I noticed that Rick was asleep. He was sat upright with his arms crossed, and his head slumped down, telling me he’d unintentionally nodded off. I made my way over to him and reached out to stroke my fingers through his hair, softly repeating his name in a bid to wake him up. He couldn’t sleep like that all night; his neck would be sore in the morning. He slowly lifted his head to look at me, appearing dazed and groggy.

“Ohh, I’m sorry. I-I-I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I wanted to be awake for you when you got back.” He said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck to work out some of the stiffness.

“I said not to worry about waiting up.” I said, smiling at his adorable, tired eyes. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” I laughed, holding my hand out to him in order to help him up. I led him into my bedroom, dropping my work bag on the floor by the door before I walked into the ensuite to get ready for bed. Eleven generally was an early night for me, and I was looking forward to curling up next to Rick. He joined me as I brushed my teeth; he stayed at my house so often that he had his own toothbrush that lived in the pot next to mine, and we stood side by side as we brushed our teeth.

“How was work?” He asked, his voice muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth.

“A little boring. Middle of the week; always the same.” I admitted, spitting out some excess toothpaste froth. “It’s nice to be home.” I smiled at him.

I rinsed my mouth out then turned and changed into my pyjamas, and was pleased to see that Rick no longer awkwardly averted his eyes when I undressed in front of him. By now he knew that I didn’t mind him seeing my body, and he was close enough to me that he was comfortable watching.

“That documentary on TV was very in-interesting, I wish you could’ve watched it with me. It was all about Antarctica, i-it showed you a momma polar bear and her babies. I think you’d have liked it.” He said after rinsing his mouth and turning to look at me. “Perhaps they’ll show it again s-soon.”

“That does sound like something I’d like.” I agreed, pulling my top over my head and unhooking my bra. Rick didn’t look down right away, focusing on my eyes for a moment before the urge got the better of him. “If they do show it again, I’ll gladly watch it with you.”

“Th-they- um, they also had seals and things, they were… they were very sweet.” He added distractedly, watching as I bent down to grab the oversized t-shirt that I wore to bed from where I’d left it on the floor that morning. I pulled it on and shuffled out of my pants. Rick’s cheeks were pink, and I closed the gap between us and cupped his cheeks. I was going in for a kiss when he spoke. “I would like to- uhh, I would v-very much like to make love to you, tonight. I-i-if you would like that.” He said, surprising me. Rick didn’t often ask for these kinds of things so straightforwardly.

My answer was non-verbal; I kissed him, entering my tongue into his mouth and playfully flicking the tip of his own. He moaned softly, wrapping his arms around me, his hands soon slipping under my shirt to touch my skin. I reached for his lab coat, pushing it off of his shoulders and leaving it to lay across the counter he was leaning against, then moved to his belt next, not breaking the kiss as I deftly unbuckled it and pulled open his pants. He made a sound, and I broke the kiss to look at him, to make sure he was okay. He was a little out of breath, looking down at me with need in his eyes. I continued to look at those eyes as I pushed my hand under the waistband of his underwear, my fingertips brushing over his hardening cock. I took him in my hand and stroked him, feeling him grow and stiffen at my touch.

“What would you like to do? How… how do you wanna do this, baby?” I asked him as I jerked his length, hearing soft little sighs surface as he became fully erect.

“I-I-I don’t mind. Any- any way you like.” Came his answer, and I let go of him and led him through to my bedroom. I pushed him down onto my bed and climbed on after him, pulling his sweater over his head and feeling the smooth planes of his chest.

“I want to please you, Rick. We always do what I want. Please, you can tell me; I’ll try anything.” I said, scooting further up his body to grind against his crotch, readjusting him so his cock emerged from within his pants, and I could trap it between my pussy and his belly as I rocked back and forth.

“I-I-I couldn’t say… I like what we normally do, a lot.” He said, though his eyes wandered across the room with purpose. I followed his gaze, finding my dresser at the end of it; specifically, the middle drawer.

“Something in there? You want me to, umm, dress up in something nice for you?” I assumed, and Rick looked back up at me and shook his head, an expression on his face like he’d been caught out.

“No. I-I mean, n-not that that would be bad. I think I would like that… but that’s not what I’m thinking about.” He said, closing his eyes and rolling his head back as I increased my pace. He groaned pretty loudly, and I giggled at how vocal he could be when I worked him up just right.

“One of my toys then? You wanna see me use one of them?” I asked, getting ready to get up. He grabbed my thighs to keep me in place, opening his eyes to look at me.

“Y-you don’t have to do that. I… it’s okay, I want to do what we normally do, w-w-we can both enjoy that, right?” He said, laughing a little uncomfortably.

“There’s something on your mind. I can tell.” I said, stilling my hips and thinking back to before I’d left for work, and how it’d seemed like he was holding something back then. “If you want to ask me something, ask me. I won’t bite.”

“I won’t- I can’t say it.” He admitted after a fair amount of lip chewing.

“Why not, sweetie?”

“It’s something that's… I don’t know if you’ll like it. It’s not- it’s a little s-strange.” He sighed, covering his face with his hands. I didn’t try to pull them away, I’d let him hide himself if it would bring him comfort.

“I’m all for trying something strange.” I giggled, running my fingertips over his nipples. “What if I guess; will you tell me if I get it right?” I asked.

“O-okay.” He nodded.

“Hmm, alright. It’s definitely something to do with what’s in that drawer, right?” I asked, and he nodded again. “Okay. You want me to… dress up in one of my work things and give you a dance?” I asked.

“N-no.” He shook his head. I pursed my lips in thought.

“You want to dress up in my work clothes and give me a da-”

“No!” He said more harshly, pulling his hands away from his face and staring at me with wide eyes. “I-I-I don’t think they’d fit me, anyway…” He added. I laughed, shaking my head.

“Stab in the dark. You said it was strange…” I trailed off with a shrug. “Hmm, you wanna play with my toys then, surely.” I shrugged, and he gave me an expression that indicated that I was kind of right.

“You aren’t wr-wrong.”

“Okay. Wanna borrow one, try it for yourself?” I guessed, and Rick pressed his lips together, not saying anything. “You do. Which one? Oh, wait. I think I’ve got it.” I said, my eyes widening slightly. Rick groaned a little in embarrassment, covering his face again.

“I don’t wanna play this game anymore. N-nevermind.” He said, is voice thick with shame. I bent down and kissed the backs of his hands until he parted them, and then I kissed his lips.

“Do you want me to use my strap-on, is that it?” I asked, and Rick didn’t respond at all. “It’s okay. You can be honest. If that’s what you would like, I’m more than happy to oblige. It sounds like a lot of fun.” I smiled widely.

“Y-y-you’d actually enjoy that?” He asked me, and I nodded.

“Yeah. Trying new things in the bedroom is almost always fun.” I told him, rocking my hips a little again. “And I love making you feel good. I’m down to discover new ways of doing that, baby.”

“I-I-I’m just very curious, that’s all… I’ve never seen one and I- I’m just curious.” He shook his head at himself, looking down through the gap between our bodies.

“Of course. You’re a man of science, curiosity is in your nature. I’m sure it’d be very interesting for you to, ahh, experiment a little bit. Yes?” I asked, and Rick nodded eagerly.

“Oh, yes. Y-you know me very well.”

“Alright. In the name of science, then…” I grinned cheekily at him before getting up and running over to the drawer. I pulled out the object in question as well as my bottle of lube and made my way back over to him; the toy attached to the harness was fairly small, I felt confident that it would be suitable for a beginner so Rick would be able to handle it.

He looked between me and the toy nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard. I tossed it onto the bed before climbing back on top of him, leaning down to cup his face. I kissed him once, twice, before stroking my thumbs over his cheeks.

“You okay?” I asked, and he nodded his head; though he was hesitant to do so. “We can stop any time. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“I-I-I’m not uncomfortable! I’m just… I’m nervous. Don’t worry about me.” He shook his head, and I offered him a smile.

“It’s okay. No need to be nervous, we’re gonna go nice and slow.” I whispered, then crawled down his body, climbing off of him so I could pull his pants down and off, so he was completely naked before me. I was quick to pull my t-shirt off, exposing my breasts so he wouldn’t feel so alone in his vulnerability. I reached for his cock again, jerking him back to hardness since lack of stimulation and nervousness had him flagging. It didn’t take long, and I was soon taking him into my mouth, eliciting a shaky sigh from him.

“Ughhh, yeah, th-that always feels so incredible.” He breathed, sitting up on his elbow and reaching down to stroke my hair. I slowly glided my lips up and down his length, rolling my tongue around the head when I pulled back, humming around him when I pushed down. I worked on him with my mouth for a while before pulling off and replacing my mouth with my hand. I looked up at him, licking my lips.

“I’m gonna use my fingers on you, okay? Can you keep relaxed for me?” I said softly, and his eyes widened. He looked mortified by what I was saying, and began to protest.

“N-no, it’s okay. I can do that to myself s-so that I'm… ready. You don’t have to put your fingers there.” He assured me, and I stroked my hand up and down his inner thigh, coaxing his legs open wider.

“Are you suggesting that for your sake, or mine?” I asked, and when he didn’t respond, I sighed softly, pressing kisses to his hip bone. “I’m not forcing myself to do this, Rick. You aren’t putting me out. I’m into this, don’t you see that?”

“It’s not… it can’t be pleasant for you, touching me there. Can it? It's… well, you know what it’s for. Doesn’t that m-make you feel uncomfortable?” He asked, looking away from me in embarrassment.

“Relax. This doesn’t have to be a big deal, if I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have agreed. Trust me, Rick. Open your legs for me baby, if you wanna do this I gotta make sure you’re ready.” I said, and he did what I said with a little whine. “Would you enjoy fingering my asshole, if it made me feel good?” I asked him, and he covered his face with his hands again, leaning his head back into the mattress.

“Oh, um… yes.” He admitted bashfully.

“See? I wanna make you feel good. That’s all I want.” I told him, then reached for the lube and squirted some out onto my fingers. I rubbed the lube between my fingers to warm it up a little, before gently pressing my index and middle finger to his back passage, feeling him flinch. I stroked the two digits over the pucker, circling it and coating it in the lube. Rick’s breath was shaky, and he pulled his hands away from his face so he could look down at me.

“Th-that’s nice.” He whispered, biting on his bottom lip.

“Yeah? You ever do this to yourself, Rick?” I asked him, then gently pressed my middle finger to his entrance, breaching slowly. Rick’s breath caught, and he rolled his head back against the bed again.

“S-sometimes.” He admitted, to my surprise. I pushed in to the second knuckle, and gently massaged his inner walls, hearing him whimper as I did.

“Mm, that’s a mental image to commit to memory.” I giggled, and Rick moaned softly. I took his cock in my free hand, giving him slow, loose strokes, just to keep him going.

“You can, uhh, y-y-you can add another.” He said quietly, and I bit my lip hard, a rush of arousal flooding my loins at the way he was warming up to me. I gave him what he needed, pushing my index finger in to join the other. Rick moaned, getting louder when I started pumping my fingers in and out, feeling him loosen up as he relaxed into the sensations. “D-deeper.” He breathed, wriggling on my bed. I complied, sinking in as deep as I could, rocking my fingertips against a spot that had Rick groaning louder than he had been all evening.

“Is that nice, Rick?” I asked him, shuffling on the bed to get closer to him, focusing my finger on the spot that got such a strong reaction.

“Y-yes!” He gasped, rocking his hips a little. “Oh, gosh. That feels so good! I need- I want-” he was panting, groaning between words.

“What do you want, baby?” I asked him, rubbing my thumb over the head of his cock, a guttural grunt came from him, and I pulled my thumb away to watch a string of precum stretch between us. I felt myself becoming increasingly damp, it wouldn’t belong before there was a wet spot on my underwear.

“Another; I-I-I’m ready.” He told me, and I smiled as I pulled my fingers out almost all the way, pushing back in with three this time. “F-fuh- oh gosh.” He whined, rolling his hips up into my hand, effectively fucking my fist as I thrust my fingers in and out of him.

“God, you look hot like this.” I breathed, the words coming out without my permission. Rick opened his eyes to look at me at this, licking his lips and lowering his eyelids; I didn’t doubt that it was unintentional, but the expression only made him look sexier.

“I feel… oh God. I feel so good.” He whispered, his eyes glazing over a little with pleasure. I studied his face, making sure to lock that image away in my mind for later. His cock oozed precum onto my knuckles at an impressive rate, and I couldn’t resist bending down to lick it away, tasting him with a groan. “P-please, we can- I need you to…” he trailed off, reaching his hand out and patting the bed next to him until he found the strap-on. He picked it up, looking it over once and inspecting its size before thrusting it at me.

I gently removed my fingers and let go of him, taking the toy from him. I watched him with an excited smile as I put it on, fastening the straps snugly around my hips. I still had my panties on, and with a flash of inspiration I quickly darted over to the dresser again, pulling a small bullet vibrator out before making my way back to him. I crawled onto the bed between his legs, pushing them wide for me as I nudged closer to him. Rick watched me with interest as I turned on the vibrator and pressed it between my legs, rubbing it up and down over my slit through my panties, moaning at the sensations. Not wanting to keep Rick waiting, I slipped the vibrator into my underwear, nestling it between my folds and pulling my panties up tight to hold it in place. I shuddered at the constant stimulation at my clit, clenching and twitching as it slid around in my wetness with my every move.

“Ready baby?” I asked, and Rick nodded his head with certainty. I picked up the lube, smothering a generous amount onto my strap-on, stroking it from base to tip as Rick watched with pink cheeks and parted lips. The remaining lube, I swiped over his cock, jacking him nice and slow as I lined up with his ass. I stroked the tip of the toy against his entrance for a while, feeling the resistance melt away by the time I pushed forwards. The toy was very slim, not much more of a stretch than three fingers, but I still went slowly, pausing every inch or so giving Rick time to adjust. When I was buried so far, the base of the strap on pressed against the tip of my vibrator and I whined at the added pressure.

“So good. Oh God, b-beautiful. F-” he hesitated, squeezing his eyes shut and grabbing hold of the sheets below him for dear life. “Fuck me, p-please.” He whispered, his words contributing to the ever growing wet spot on my panties. I thrusting out and back into him immediately, starting off slow, and quickly noticing the way Rick was trying to rock back against me much faster than I was going.

“You want me to go faster, baby?” I asked, voice shaky and breathless; not yet with exertion, just pure arousal.

“Yes! Please, I-I-I need it… it feels better when it’s faster.” He told me, and I grinned. I wondered just how much he’d experimented on his own… and I couldn’t help but also wonder if he’d experimented with someone else. Perhaps this wasn’t the first time he’d experienced this kind of intercourse. The thought spurred me on, and suddenly I was more eager than ever to please him. I tightened my grip on his cock, pumping him in time with my thrusts, he was bouncing back and forth on the bed, mouth hanging open. Moans rolled from him in waves, increasing in intensity when I angled my hips just so.

“Ughh, this is so fucking fun.” I said, laughing with something close to joy radiating from every huff. An amused grin formed on Rick’s face.

“Y-you’re telling m-me.” He stammered, his back arching as he tilted his hips, grunting loudly as he chased an angle that obviously worked for him.

“Mmh, my pussy’s so wet because of you, Rick. I’m gonna cum in my panties from fucking you. How’d you like that?” I asked, clenching my teeth as my vibrator bumped against my clit with each thrust. It felt incredible.

“Ohh, p-please. I like to w-watch your face when you climax.” He admitted, looking down at where we were joined at the pelvis, his eyes slowly tracing up my body; over my breasts before finally settling on my face again. “I feel like- like I won’t be able to control m-myself much longer.”

“Don’t even try, baby. I wanna push you over the edge. Watch you cum all over yourself.” I growled, feeling less and less in control of my words as I tiptoed closer to my climax. Rick whined and squeezed his eyes shut, flushing at my vulgar language. I stroked my free hand up to his chest, rolling his nipples under my fingers one by one. I wanted to surround him with stimulation, completely overwhelm him so he couldn’t help but let go, I wanted him to feel better than he ever had before. I buried myself deep inside Rick, rubbing my hips in an upward motion so the strap-on pressed firmly against his prostate; grinding and supplying unrelenting stimulation. Rick gasped, throwing his head back, and in seconds he was shooting his load over his stomach and my hand. I groaned lewdly as I watched him spurt, his cum shooting high with an impressive arch while his body shook beneath me.

“Ohh fuck! Fuck yeah, ughh.” He groaned, pushing his hips down on me, pressing the vibrator firmly against my clit. I continued to grind against him as my pleasure crested, tumbling over a precipice and having me panting and drenching my underwear.

The two of us took a while to recover from our climaxes, but soon enough I was whimpering and fumbling to pull the vibrator out of my underwear, eager to get it away from my painfully engorged clit. The slick thing slipped out of my grip, but I managed to hold it long enough to turn it off before I let it drop onto the mattress. I pulled out of Rick carefully, not bothering to detangle myself from the strap-on before I threw myself down on the bed next to Rick. He had his eyes closed, panting heavily beside me. I waited patiently for some sort of reaction from him, perhaps reassurance that he was okay. After a few long moments, I realised he wasn’t speaking any time soon.

“Are you… are you okay?” I asked, still embarrassingly out of breath.

“Y-yes.” He replied, slowly sitting upright. I watched him as he glanced down at himself; at the white streaks he’d painted across his chest. “That, um, that was… I’ve never experienced anything like that before.” He told me, looking at me over his shoulder.

“Did you like it?” I asked, unable to keep the concern from etching itself into my features. Rick smiled, breathing a quiet laugh.

“V-very much.” He nodded. I smiled in relief, sitting up and crawling up behind him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders; apologising when I accidentally poked him in the back with my strap-on. We shared a laugh and I removed it before going back to him.

“So did I. I’ve never done anything like that with a man. It was different, exciting.” I whispered, pressing a number of kisses into his shoulder. “Thank you for being honest with me about wanting to try something new. I know it’s not always easy.”

“Th-thank you for being so nice.” He laughed sheepishly. I looked over his shoulder down at his front, humming out a pleased little sound when I looked at his chest. I didn’t know what possessed me to do it, but I found myself reaching down, dragging my hand over his ejaculate, a little moan escaping me. Rick turned his head to look at me; well, as much as he could with our proximity. “I-I know that it’s late, and you probably want to go to sleep… but I need to c-clean myself up. I, um, I don’t suppose you’d l-like to take a bath with me?”

“I’d love to.” I grinned at him, kissing his cheek before releasing him and getting up; heading off to run us a nice hot bath. I couldn’t think of a better reason to stay up late.

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"THAT'S an interesting choice in underwear, Commander" Shakarian please :D

(Hope you don’t mind the somewhat cliched setup; also that there is a bit of a setup.)

(Also also: this is fun! Keep sending me prompts, people :D)

Hidden Heat (PWP #2)

(Read it on Ao3)

Shepard slammed her hand against the closed door. It didn’t do anything to open it up, but it did help with relieving her pent up frustration.

“Hang tight, Shepard,” Joker’s voice said through her omni-tool. “Miranda and Zaeed are on their way back to the ship to get the welding tools.”

“I didn’t even know we had welding tools,” Garrus replied, his arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the wall.

“Be glad we do, or it’d be longer than a few hours before we can get you out,” Joker replied. “At least you’re safe in there.”

Shepard looked around the small room that held the blueprints they’d come looking for. The room that had been very cleverly hidden inside a house built by the local Blue Suns leader, whose body lay just outside the door that had slammed itself shut as soon as Shepard and Garrus stepped inside.

She revised her mental opinion of the dead man from twitchy to paranoid. Very, very paranoid. The door was entirely mechanical instead of electronic, and there had been tiny packets of metal that spread across both sides of the door’s edges, heating quickly and then cooling just as quickly.

All of which meant that omni-tools were completely insufficient to get the door open. Thus, Miranda and Zaeed (who had been watching the rear, and therefore outside of the room when the door closed) had been forced to head back to the shuttle for the aforementioned welding tools.

“You know, it would have been nice if we’d known about this ahead of time,” Shepard said. “Miranda, you want to mention to the Illusive Man that we need better intel?”

She got no reply. Frowning, Shepard jammed her finger against the omni-tool harder than she had before. “Miranda?” Still nothing. “Joker?”

“And now the communications are cut off,” Garrus said, looking at his own omni-tool.

Shepard sighed and slid to the floor. “Fantastic. So, we’re trapped inside a very locked room that requires specialized tools to open. Tools that have to be grabbed from the Normandy, which is a two hour round trip at minimum. So we’re stuck here for at least four hours. We don’t actually know exactly how long, because this room also happens to be blocking our communications.”

“Cheer up, Shepard.” Garrus’ mandibles flared in a smile. “At least you get a few hours of downtime, which we both know you desperately need.”

Shepard just grumbled in response and stared at the wall for a few moments before starting to make the rounds of the small vault. The boxes of water and food, behind recessed panels in the wall, told her that the vault was also a panic room.

In an all-too-short time, she was back to leaning against the wall, staring at the boring blankness of it. Four hours, minimum, inside this room. With only Garrus for company.

Her heart began to beat faster. If there was one person she actually welcomed the chance to have some guaranteed private time with, it was Garrus. She wasn’t sure when her feelings towards him had begun to shift, but she was absolutely positive that they had.

And she was equally positive that he had no damn clue. She’d been trying to get his attention, and either he hadn’t noticed — or he had, and he wasn’t interested. She wished for the former but was afraid it was the latter, which meant that she was afraid to find out.

She closed her eyes and tried to think on something else. Anything else. It didn’t banish her anxious feelings, and after a moment she realized that there was another reason for that anxiety.

Shepard opened her eyes. “Do you hear that?”

“What?” Garrus asked. “I don’t hear anything.”

“Exactly.” Shepard walked over to the vents and put a hand up next to them. “The cooling system is shut off.”

“Oh,” Garrus replied. “Damn.”

“It’s about to get very warm in here.” And now she was filled with an entirely new set of worries, because what she had under her armor wasn’t exactly… neutral and professional. Her ears and face started to feel warm, and not just from the temperature of the room.

There was no way around it. Garrus was going to see. He was going to know, and the hope that had been sustaining her was about to be rewarded or extinguished completely.

Best get it over with, then.

Shepard reached down and started undoing the clasps on her armor.

“Shepard?”

“No sense in boiling when we don’t have to,” Shepard said, injecting a calmness into her voice that she didn’t feel. Her hands moved slowly. Just because this was necessary didn’t mean that she had to appear to be rushing it. If her hope was, in fact, about to be crushed, she wanted to maintain her dignity as long as possible.

She kept her focus on what she was doing, refusing to look at him. Her armor was slowly stacked in a neat pile in one corner of the vault, until she was down to her bodysuit. She knew she had to keep going, but her hands lingered at her waist, her fear momentarily preventing her from going further.

“Shepard?” Garrus said again.

She didn’t answer. If she did, she would lose her nerve.

The tights went first, revealing another set of sheer tights underneath — more suited for a night on the town than a raid on a mercenary stronghold. They were blue, as close to the shade of Garrus’ facepaint as she’d been able to manage. She wondered if he’d notice.

Well, if not the tights, then the rest of it for sure. Shepard made herself keep going, kicking the tights away and going for the top next. She peeled it away from her chest, slowly revealing the blue corset underneath. She hadn’t laced it so tight that it was painful — just enough to support her breasts.

The pattern of the corset consisted of vertical stripes in alternating shades of blue — the darker cobalt color matching Garrus’ facepaint, the lighter steely blue matching his visor. Shepard reached behind her and undid the bottom laces of the corset, then tightened them up to accentuate her hips.

Just in case he somehow still wasn’t getting the message.

Shepard finally lifted her head to look at Garrus. He looked like he’d just been hit over the head with something very large and very heavy; mandibles flared as far as she’d ever seen them, mouth open, eyes wide. “That’s —” he sputtered, then coughed, clearly trying to recover. “An interesting choice in underwear, Commander.”

“Interesting good or interesting bad?” Shepard asked. She’d thought about putting a purr in her voice, but she didn’t want to dig herself deeper than she had to.

“I mean, what is that even called?” Garrus’ gaze was roaming across her exposed body. She was encouraged by the fact that he hadn’t yet told her to cover herself up because he had no interest in a half-naked human. She noticed that his eyes seemed to be lingering on her hips. Note to self, show them off whenever possible.

“It’s a corset,” Shepard replied. “Used to be essentially required clothing for women, more than two hundred years ago. The idea was to accentuate breasts and hips. Too often, though, women were pressured into wearing them too tight because it was the fashion.”

“It’s not uncomfortable for you, is it?” Garrus stuttered. “Because I — I still can’t believe you did this, Shepard, I mean, I see that this is for me, and I’m not worth it —”

Shepard started laughing. “And here I was worried that you had no interest in me beyond friendship,” she said, and stepped forward, putting her arms around his back and pressing their torsos together. She tilted her head back so she could look him in the eyes. “You are worth it, Garrus. Do you think I’d go to the trouble of custom ordering a corset for someone I didn’t —” She cut herself off. Too soon for the proverbial ‘L’ word, dammit, even though she was nearly positive that it was the right one for what she felt.

“I suppose it would be … extremely ungracious, for me to refuse your generous gift,” Garrus said slowly, bringing his hands down to rest on her hips. “Although — did you plan this? Being alone together without anyone else watching?”

“Uh. No.” Her cheeks flared in embarrassment. She didn’t want to tell him how long she’d been wearing these clothes under her armor, just in case a situation like this should come up.

“Oh.” Garrus seemed to understand that it was better not to press. He dipped his forehead and pressed it against hers. She closed her eyes and basked in the warmth and the closeness of his embrace.

“Shepard,” he said after a long moment, “there’s no one in the universe that I respect more than you. I’d never have …” his voice trailed off as his hand moved up and down her side. “But I’m not walking away.”

“Good.” She kissed him lightly. “I think you’re overdressed for this heat, Garrus.”

“Hmm. You could be right about that.” He took a step back and started undoing the clasps on his armor. “Suddenly, it isn’t just the room that’s making me … uh, hot.”

Shepard grinned, watching him undress with a hungry intensity, her eyes tracking every movement. She’d always admired his strength and speed on the battlefield. Now she was seeing him in a different light, and she was liking what she saw.

She reached for the ties on her corset, loosening them and letting it fall to the floor. It had done its job admirably well, and she was sure it wouldn’t be the last time she wore it. Right now, though, she wanted to feel something a little rougher against her skin.

Her tights followed, tossed into the same corner as her corset. As soon as Garrus had finished with his clothing, she closed the distance between them once more and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Months of pent-up desire spilled out of her, and before she knew it she had his back against the wall with one leg hooked around his waist. She heard a deep growl, and for a moment she worried that she’d been too aggressive.

Then his hands were closing around her arms, his fingers digging into her skin, and she realized that the growl had been one of desire. Or maybe enjoyment. It didn’t matter; either was just fine by her. She kissed him until her lungs ached from lack of oxygen and she had no choice but to break off, gasping. She rested her head against his shoulder, tilting it to the side slightly so she could take in more air.

Shepard felt Garrus take in a shuddering breath of his own. One of his hands slid up from his arm to her cheek, fingers caressing gently. Her skin tingled pleasantly under his touch, and she let out a contented sigh.

Garrus kept his touch light, almost restrained, as his fingers trailed back down her cheek to trace an outline on her neck. When he shifted slightly, she felt his erection, and her body temperature went from merely hot to ‘raging inferno’ in the blink of an eye. She let out an appreciative moan and tried to close the nonexistent gap between them.

His mandibles brushed the side of her neck. She had only a moment to appreciate the sensation before he shifted again, nipping gently at the base of her neck.

Shepard’s brain went completely blank under the sweet-sharp pleasure flowing from the bite. She’d never experienced anything like this before; never even thought about it, but now she was absolutely positive that she wanted more. The sounds that came out of her mouth were high, sharp whimpers that she had no control over.

“I guess I don’t have to ask if you liked that,” Garrus said, his voice far deeper and rougher than normal.

She didn’t bother to respond in words. She wasn’t sure she could have managed them, anyways. She tilted her head back, exposing more of her neck. Garrus nuzzled gently before his teeth closed on her skin again. The sensation was more intense than before, her body shaking under the beginnings of a climax. Her head rolled forward to rest against the wall as her hands dropped to cup his hard shaft. Now, it was Garrus’ turn to moan helplessly, a sound that only fueled Shepard’s desire for more. Smiling, she brought her other hand up to the back of his neck, tugging him down to the floor with her. Once there, she guided him to her entrance, anticipation pulsing throughout her body —

And then he was sliding into her, his rough, hard body pressing against hers. Her hands moved up to grip his back tightly, her body arching into his. The pace he set was a punishing one; fast and relentless, which suited her mood well. She’d been halfway gone even before moving into this position, and when her climax hit, it was as intense as everything else that had happened between them in this locked room. She gripped him harder, moved her hips faster, basking in the sense of absolute rightness that filled her. It took only a few moments more before Garrus followed suit, his moans becoming grunts, his movements more frenzied. All she could really do was hold on.

When they were finally both spent, they just lay together on the floor for a few long moments, hands roaming across the other’s body.

“You know, I never thought I’d be grateful to be trapped in a locked room,” Garrus said, finally breaking the silence.

“It all depends on the company,” Shepard replied, lifting her head to kiss his mandible. “And yours is the best I could have asked for.”

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