#brush his santa bear with your thigh

[umnitsa]

Come Christmas Morning...

Summary: Your husband always has a special gift for you come Christmas morning.

A/N: I caved in. I did it, I wrote Santa. And I am not remotely sorry. This was a gift for @kittyshead, who inspires me to no end with her Santa fic. I really hope you all enjoy it!

Pairing: Santa x Mrs. Claus!reader

CW: Somnophilia (but with blanket consent and encouragement), a fuckload of fluff and sex <3

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It was a Christmas tradition for Santa Claus. A naughty one, but there were perks to not being on the list, and this indeed was one of them.

It all started one Christmas, Santa Claus tiredly arriving home the morning of the 25th of December after an exhausting night of delivering presents. You, delightful wife of his (always a good girl), were still fast asleep. You looked so beautiful in the first light of the morning; he wanted you… But decided you were too beautiful to wake up quickly, so he spent long minutes caressing your hair, your arms, and your face until you woke up in bliss, your husband pressed by your side, his cock against your thigh, hard, pulsing against your skin.

He whispered soft words of praise, describing how beautiful, how peaceful you looked, asleep. You encouraged him to move further every year, ensuring he knew how much you enjoyed waking up in his arms, telling him how much you looked forward to the first lights of Christmas morning.

Until it became a tradition. Until neither of you could imagine spending the morning of the 25th otherwise.

Santa Claus sneaked into his own bedroom, as he did so many mornings before, and the irony didn’t escape him. It never did.

Suppressing a chuckle, he placed the sack on the reading armchair you kept in the room, then quickly removed his gloves, his hat, and his boots. He then proceeded to take off his jacket and leather vest, all his attention already on the bed. On your peaceful body, languidly stretched against the sheets.

You shifted, lost in some weightless dream. Your husband chuckled low, throwing his shirt and pants aside carelessly. With a smile, he pulled the covers to see what surprise you had for him this year. He skipped a breath as he saw the little satin nightgown—dark red.

He trembled, pulling the sheets, watching the goosebumps raised on your skin by the colder air of the room.

He brushed his lips against your shoulder ever so gently, but you shifted, facing the bed, hugging a pillow, one leg folded. He pulled the covers completely off you, admiring you as the light in the room changed, the first rays of sun invading the room through the window.

Your husband sniffed your hair, the softest of groans coming from him. His hand was already sliding against your side, over the satin, exploring the feel of the fabric against his palm and you.

A slight appreciative noise came from your lips as he petted you slowly, pulling your nightgown up, so he could see your ass and your thighs. He squeezed one asscheek gently, testing how deep into sleep you were. He knew he could proceed when you just sighed, pushing your ass against his hand and slowly arching your back.

For a moment, looking at your bare bottom, he didn’t know what to do, torn between the desire to keep the game longer and the desire to lick your pussy. He cocked his head, considering he never quite found a way to lick you without waking you up. As he considered what to do, he gently grabbed your asscheek and pulled your thighs apart.

He sighed. He had this obsessive thought since he found one of your naughty little notes hidden in the sleigh earlier. Little offerings, images, promises, even begging. It drove him crazy, year after year, little pieces of paper in your handwriting, bearing your desires and wishes. He could even imagine you on the desk, writing them and chuckling to yourself, biting your lower lip, squeezing your thighs together.

He sighed, lost in the images in his head, one thick finger already sliding in and out of you, agonizingly slowly. You were already wet, some touching before sleeping, a good dream; maybe you sensed his presence, his scent even in your sleep.

Santa sucked on his finger, a moan escaping him at your taste. You shifted with the sound but didn’t really change your position. He had to be more careful.

With light touches, he maneuvered your legs until his cock was pressed against your pussy. He stayed still for a long while, enjoying your heat burning against his skin.

You moved your shoulders languidly, and Santa knew he had little time before you woke from your slumber by the way you sighed. He couldn’t resist the temptation of rubbing his cock against your clit, slowly, even with the risk of waking you up earlier than he intended. Your mewls were worth the risk.

He pushed into you, ever so slowly, as gently as he could, trying to stretch those final moments for as long as possible. Your eyes fluttered open as your body raised from the deep, peaceful feeling of sleep to the searing ecstasy of pleasure.

You moaned weakly, his hands moving to cup your breasts, pinching your nipple between his thick fingers.

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus.” He growled softly, his hips moving with purpose now, long slow thrusts.

You opened your eyes, your mind hazy with sleep and pleasure, and as your vision focused, you gasped.

Your husband towered over your body on the bed, his hands worshipping your body, holding it for dear life, unwilling to release you. He smiled, his silver hair falling messily over his face. Your eyes trailed down his broad chest, tense with his effort not to just thrust into you hard and fast.

You took a moment to enjoy his tattooed chest and shoulders, the drawings snaking over his arms. You loved them, and the scars, they were all little reminders of life before, a reminder of the man your husband was and the trophies for the man he became.

“You’re so beautiful.” He moaned, thrusting slightly faster. Your body felt like paradise, warm, welcoming, pulling him in. You grabbed his chest, your nails leaving tiny marks along the drawings on his chest. “You’re such a good girl. Leaving notes so I would feel less lonely. Teasing me with every little surprise…”

Santa lowered his body against yours, covering you, his hair falling on your face. Without slowing his thrusts, he kissed you deeply, the thirst of a hungry man; even one night apart was torture.

You came, whimpering against his lips, the way he held you tipping you over the delightful abyss. His infinite passion for you was palpable in how he touched your body; you could feel it inside yourself, sparkling under your skin.

He kept kissing your lips gently, insistently, grunts and groans pouring into your mouth.

“My beautiful wife…” He whispered as he came, his rhythm faltering, then slowing until his hips stopped.

You chuckled, feeling light, even with his body covering yours. Santa nuzzled your cheek and your neck, kissing every now and then.

“I really want to taste you, but I need a moment.” He growled against your skin, then chuckled as you played with his hair. “I’m not that young anymore.”

“You aged perfectly.” You rubbed his shoulders, sighing against his solid body. His fingers buried in your hair, he whispered gentle nothings against your skin.

“I’m not finished with you.” He grumbled.

“I’m sure you’re not.” You whisper against his hair. “Merry Christmas, love.”

#violent night #violent night smut #santa harbour #fem!reader x santa harbour #david harbour #santa smut #santa x reader

[majestyeverlasting]

“come here” and “let’s stay here awhile” w bucky plsss 🥺

YES. Please enjoy this friends to lovers fic. 🥺

Never the Same

Pairing: Bestfriend!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Things are never going to be the same, but perhaps you saw it coming all along.

Word Count: ~800

A/N: I don't even know if this still counts as a drabble, but hey.

When Bucky calls out to you, it’s so soft that you almost miss it. The evening sun douses you in a golden glow as you stop adjusting one of the picture frames on the mantle. A fond look has settled deep in his eyes when you turn to look at him. It’s just as tender as the smile pulling at his lips. Warmth rushes to your cheeks all the more as you’re left with nothing to distract yourself with. You wonder if he knows. Knows that after months of your friendship teetering on the edge of something more, things were never going to be the same. 

For someone who just complimented a photo of you a little too sweetly, too genuinely, he seemed collected sitting there on the couch—your couch, in your apartment that you’d invited him to. It’d been that very photo that you hopped up to adjust. Both to get a closer look, and to hide your expression in the wake of the excitement and pride that fluttered through your chest. But mainly the latter. Now you were stuck standing there under his ever-observant gaze. 

Bucky gives a little tilt of his head, anticipating your next move. He’s wearing the lounge clothes you gifted him the year you were his secret Santa. His hair is pulled into a low bun with wispy strands framing his face. He looks good, handsome. 

His voice is tentative when he speaks again. “Didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” You’re almost surprised by how swiftly you shake your head. That seems to relieve a weight from his shoulders. “Come here, then? Finish the story you were telling me.”

Your feet carry you across the living room to sit by his side again. You’re suddenly all the more aware of his body; the amount of space he takes up and every little movement he makes. Within the span of a few fleeting seconds, he tucks his flyaways behind his ears, licks his pink lips, and angles himself more towards you. 

“You sure I didn’t make you uncomfortable?” He reaches out to touch your thigh. Your gaze flickers down to his hand, and when he doesn't move it, you know it’s all the confirmation he needs that you don’t mind. 

“M’fine, Buck. Thank you. For the compliment, I mean.” His touch has turned into a pleasant fire against your leg. 

He nods. Then, because he can’t help himself, he squeezes your thigh. “I meant it. Wasn’t just saying it just to say it—you know you’re a beautiful girl. I just got tired of everybody except me getting to say it.” He meets your eyes and prays his words aren’t coming as a total surprise. 

They’re not, but stir butterflies in your stomach nonetheless. You take his hand in yours, and smile when you feel that it’s shaking the slightest bit. But it stills when you begin running your thumb over his knuckles. They bear fading bruises and tiny scars, and in that moment you find the boldness to kiss over them. Your lips are warm, petal soft. The shiver that shoots up his arm manages to run all the way down to his toes, and he hums low in his throat. He’s done for. Both of you are. 

“You okay, super soldier?” you murmur that into his skin while looking directly into his eyes. 

Before you can say anything else, let alone think another thought, he’s scooting closer to you, cupping your face and kissing you. It’s slow, and sweet, and new. The feelings you never expressed to each other are embedded within every nip and brush of your tongues. It’s Bucky who pulls away first and his eyes flicker over your face for a reverent moment before he falls back into the cushions and looks up at the ceiling. He’s flying, buzzing, somewhere far away. 

You manage to snuggle up right beside him, tucking your face into his neck and breathing him in. He hooks an arm around you to pull you impossibly closer, your breath tickling his skin. His fingers trace shapes on your arms that seem to be charged with a gentle heat. Being in his arms had never quite felt like this, like a dream. 

You pucker your lips against the sensitive skin beneath his ear, and it makes him shudder and hold you tighter. “We’re gonna be in trouble if you keep doing that, doll,” A chuckle catches on the back end of his words and you can’t help but laugh with him. 

“I’ll just go somewhere else then.” You were only teasing. You didn’t even try to move. 

“M’too comfortable to let you go,” he says. 

You gently scratch at his chest. “We’re gonna have to get up eventually.” 

He breathes out a content sigh. “Yeah… but let’s just stay here awhile.”

Because things were never going to be the same.

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Thank you so much for reading!

#bestfriend bucky #bucky barnes #bff bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x fem reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n

[italeean]

Gonna prove you wrong

Prompt used: "I have an ugly laugh." "First of all how dare you. Secondly, I will now proceed to show you, in excruciating detail, how wrong you are."

A/N: Hi @witchy-giggles we don't know each other but I'm your Secret Santa and I come bearing gifts 😸 I hope you'll enjoy my fic (please let me know if you do), I fell in love with the prompt I chose as soon as I saw it... also, it's my first time writing for this amazing fandom, which made it all way more exciting!! Thanks for giving me this chance e passa il miglior Natale di sempre 💚🤍❤️ (and have the best Christmas ever)

A big thanks goes also to @squealing-santa for hosting this amazing event for us. You're great!!

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OKAY OKAHAHAY YOHOHOHOHOU WIHIHIN NOHOW STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!!" Sakuya's howls were filling Mahiru's living room, while the latter was gleefully tickling his feet.

The vampire was lying on the couch being grumpy about something he didn't even remember, when his friend decided it was time for him to smile, so he sat on the couch as well, hosted the other's feet in his lap and began his assault without even a warning.

His attack had continued for five minutes before he stopped. The brunette always found it amusing how some soft touches in the right spot managed to weaken and exhaust the vampire in so little time. "Are you okay?" He asked with a big smile that made it obvious that he wasn't feeling even the slightest bit of guilt.

"That... was totally un... uncalled for..." the green-haired guy replied while still panting, "but I... kinda needed that maybe... thank you..." he hesitate a little, suddenly feeling bashful, but he managed to say everything out loud. He also got up and tried to ruffle Mahiru's hair, but his hand slipped and accidentally brushed his neck, which made the shorter guy flinch and cover his mouth whith his hand.

Sakuya was perplexed and looked at his friend with a worried expression. "Mahiru? Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I thought I wasn't using that much stren-" then realization hit him all of a sudden.

"So you're ticklish and never thought of telling me?"

As soon as he heard the 't-word', the brunette jumped up and tried to get away from the couch, but he should've known better than to challenge a vampire in speed. Before he could even take his first step, a strong pair of arms captuded him and he found himself lying on the couch with his arms pinned down by Sakuya's legs.

"Nononono wait stop- I'm serious, don't." The shorter boy said with wide eyes before his firend even touched him. "Ummm..." Mahiru knew he needed an excuse as quick as possible "I have an ugly laugh..." He ended up saying. It wasn't even a lie, he didn't really like his laughter... not to the point that he wouldn't sleep at night or get paranoid over it, but he would've gladly changed it.

However, someone seemed to disagree and he made it pretty clear with a dramatic and disdained gasp. "First of all, how dare you. Secondly, I will now proceed to show you, in excruciating detail, how wrong you are." He concluded with a mischievous smirk while pondering on where to start.

"In detail? What do you me- pfft... hohohold ohon!!" It was to late to ask for clarifications. Apparently Sakuya had decided on a spot and the attack had already begun. The surprise effect made the brunette unable to hold back his laughter, so a stream of squeaky giggles started pouting out as soon as the vampire's fingers found his underarms.

He wanted to be ruthless from the very beginning, but Mahiru could feel some hesitation in how the fingers poked and drilled in his armpits, probably because he didn't want to hurt him with his vampiric strength. The Eve couldn't help but be endeared at the thought, but he had no time to show that emotion... in fact he was too busy laughing and kicking his legs when the green-haired guy switched to his thighs.

"SahahakuyaHAHA I deheHEHEmahand yohohou toho stOHohop thihis ihihinstAHAHant!!" He attempted to sound firm, but with his laughter going up and down with every squeeze he only got a hilarious effect. "Aaaww I can't decide if I like this change of pitch or your giggles... but they both sound so sweet!! I'll say it's a tie." The taller guy decided, while making sure his friend wasn't showing any real signs of discomfort. To his relief and joy, he wasn't, which meant that despite his demands, he could have his fun at least for a little more.

"Shuhut uHUHUhup ahaHAnd stohop lyihIHIhing ahalreahahady!!" Mahiru yelled while laughing his head off. He couldn't deny he was having fun, but things would've probably been funnier if his laughter wasn't so high-pitched and loud... or at least he thought it was the case. The green-haired guy seemed to have the time of his life.

"First you insult your laughter and now you accuse me of being a liar?!" Sakuya used again his overly dramatic tone, "You really do need a change in your attitude, don't you?" He teased once more before going for the Eve's tummy and bellybutton with one hand and ribs with the other. He could've watched Mahiru buck his hips up and down and squirm left and right depending on which side of his ribcage was being targeted forever.

"What's going on here?" A sleepy and lowkey annoyed voice startled both of them.

"Oh Kuro," the green-haired guy mused "we were just having some fun here. Laugh if you agree, Mahiru." He said without stopping his tickle attack.

"Just get his ears already and  get this over with... and be quiet. I'm trying to sleep." Sleepy Ash demanded before disappearing again in his human's bedroom for and cat nap.

Sakuya stopped tickling his friend and let him breathe for a second. "So, your ears huh?" He asked without letting him go, and given how much Mahiru was struggling to break free, he knew Kuro was telling the truth.

With a swift movement, he hosted the shorter guy on his lap, his back pressed against his chest. He hugged the poor brunette from behind and blowed experimentally on his left ear. The shriek he elicited was something else.

"NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEAHAHSE THAHAHAT'S TOOHOHO MUHUHUCH!!" Mahiru begged, but Sakuya knew he could handle some more. After all, he was carefully observing him and he was ready to stop at any time.

However, it wasn't that time just yet. He kept blowing left and right, admiring his friend scrunching his neck to protect one side only to leave the other one open. He was so precious... the vampire wished he could see it as well. But it wasn't the time to get soft, he needed to deal the final blow. He nibbled on Mahiru's right earlobe, letting his pointy canines graze lightly over his skin.

With that, he hit the jackpot. Mahiru started squirming and howling more than ever and gave up in thirty seconds or even less. "MY LAHAUHUHUGHTER IHIHISN'T UGLYEHEHEHE PFFT- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT PLEHEAHAHAHSE!!" He admitted to stop that torture.

After some minutes of deserved rest, Sakuya asked "Do you still think your laughter is ugly? After everything I did to keep hearing it?" The brunette frowned, but his friend knew he was seriously considering what he had told him, and it was enough for a first step.

That night, after Sakuya had gone home, Mahiru got a voice message from him. He opened it to listen to whatever he had to tell him, but he froze on the spot.

It was a recording of his own laughter.

Sakuya was so dead.

But that recording didn't sound that bad after all...

#servamp tickle #lee!mahiru #ticklish!mahiru #ler!sakuya #ler!mahiru #lee!sakuya #ticklish!sakuya #tickle fic #squealing santa 2022 #squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22

[andy-clutterbuck]

(👑 ♥‿♥)

#HELLO MY GORGEOUS OLD MAN #Rick Grimes #* #rg #S9 #WELCOME KING RICHARD #💕 Fuzzy Daddy 💕 #he just looks so RIGHT on a horse #or near a horse #like a gracefully aging king #who doesn't need to but he's still out leading his troops into battle #and walks around in the buff by the firelight in his bed chamber #.....i always end up here #FLUFFY SANTA TEDDY BEAR FACE #richard control your hips #so much pelvis bouncing #i'll be in my bunk #still want to rub his head like it's a crystal ball and i'm a cheap ass fortune teller at a county fair #brush his santa bear with your thigh #i didn't film him getting off the horse #that's not my fault ok #hi peaches #wish he got to use that mace more #hit me with it #this flawless energy #what blessed creatures they were #i hope they knew #♫ oh i can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland #bout to make like that time i played Life and had so many kids i had to get an extra car

[bokugaos]

Perfection

pairing: Bokuto x f!reader

length: 4.3k

summary: You are taken away and kept as the yakuza head’s trophy toy in exchange for clearing your father’s debt.

tags — traditional yakuza AU, dubcon, breeding, spanking, overstimulation, cum bulge.

a/n: (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ this is a secret santa gift for @kuroos-babygirl​! it’s also my first fic of 2021 and we’re starting the year right!!~ HAPPY NEW YEAR <33

You look so petulant and angry in your defeat and sink down on your knees as soon as you are dropped off to your own feet inside the walls of the estate. Still you press your clamped hands against your lips, and murmur encouragement for yourself.

“It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

Your mouth is trembling in frustration—it makes Bokuto’s victory all the sweeter. He can tell that you haven’t heard him approach because you flinch back when his shadow suddenly falls across you.

Your pupils become little pinpricks of fear, then dilate again when the first confusion settles as you stare up at the yakuza boss, remembering why he is standing there now, tapping his foot impatiently.

He is slightly hunched over, yet still towering so high above you. A menacing grin slowly stretches his mouth. He looks a lot less tired when he smiles—and a lot less creepy. It doesn’t keep your heart from throbbing. You stare up at him quietly, your thoughts running across your face clear as day—so when you try to flee, he already knows about it long before you even move the first muscle. His arm shoots out to grab your hair and keep you right where you are.

“A deal’s a deal.” he murmurs into your grimacing face. You reach up and curl your hands around his wrist, but… it appears that he doesn’t even feel your fingers around him.

Bokuto doesn’t do deals with just any commoners, but your father is in too much debt, one that he wouldn’t even be able to pay back in an entire lifetime. Your father knows that, and the yakuza lord does too. Hence why he very kindly offered to clear the debt in exchange for, well, you. And of course, your parents agreed in a heartbeat. If there was even a slight hesitation or remorse of the fact that you were practically being sold to the city’s lord, your parents didn’t show any of it. You clench your thighs together, belly tight and prickly, tears ready to spill from your eyes.

Bokuto’s smile widens. The fist he has in your hair tightens and as you wince and whine, he pulls you closer to push your face against the growing bulge beneath his hakama.

He moves his hips, fucking against your face while you make choked little sounds and half-heartedly try to turn yourself away despite you becoming stupidly excited at the heat and smell of his dick through the fabric. You could use your hands to push him off of you, but you don’t.

“Take all your clothes off. The maids will take care of them.”

You pause at that. You’ve forgotten that you’re not alone.

You start to glance around as much as possible while he distractingly keeps smearing his bulge against your face. There are shadows slinking around the edges of the buildings.

You know that none of them would be able to help you.

—

It is rather embarrassing to admit this, but Bokuto takes care of you better than your parents ever did. He makes sure the servants make you good food, drapes you in lavish clothes, have you bathed in the finest of flowers; practically everything you’ve ever dreamed of about being in the higher class in the society.

And yet, you still spend your time as if you’re counting down the days to your release from a place so godforsaken. At this rate, and with the way you are behaving, you are quickly becoming more of an embarrassment to him than something he can show off.

Hurriedly spreading out the futon and sitting on the edge of it, he pulls you into his lap, only slightly sated by hearing your small yelp of surprise. He quickly locates the hem of your kimono and pushes it up to bunch at your waist, not even bothering to untie your obi. You try to get a word out at the same time his open palm comes down hard against the flesh of your exposed ass, and any would-be protests die in your throat.

Silently fuming, Bokuto holds you in place with a firm hand on the small of your back. Holding you close like this while also getting to take out his disappointment on you satisfied several needs at once, save for a particular need he only becomes aware of when the feeling of your belly against his crotch becomes too good to ignore.

However, his conscience sternly urges him to hold back. You are not perfect yet. This is not the right time.

If you are not responding to his graciousness, maybe you are the type who learns from being punished.

Once that thought crosses his mind, Bokuto feels like a man possessed as he hoists you off of his lap and onto the futon. You fall on your front with little more than a muted sound of surprise, and he pins you down with his own body before you can even attempt to find your bearings. In his haste to fulfill the desire that has finally been fully recognized, he begins tearing away your intricately wrapped kimono. You are in no position to refuse his grabbing hands, though you do become bolder in your soft cries of protest. You are becoming confident enough to use your words.

So Bokuto holds you in such a way to force you further against the sheets, quite literally taking your breath away. He is much, much bigger and stronger than you, holding all of your struggling limbs at once with ease.

He pins your arms behind your back and moves on to your legs and seizes you specifically by your ankles to spread them open in a humiliating pose. The position left your pussy open and vulnerable to him, and he can’t rid himself of his hakama fast enough. He catches sight of you glancing over your shoulder just in time to see his hard, leaking cock, and the look of fear on your face practically has him throbbing. When he grabs your thighs and aligns the tip with your distinctly unaroused entrance, he shoves in as deep as your body will allow.

You can no longer keep your pain silent, the pathetic cries bubbling out over your quivering lips as he holds you tight and prepares to spear in further. Your walls are beginning to grow slick from what he suspects is not desire but necessity, as the experience would have been much more painful than it needs to be if you were not at least a little wet. Every thrust slowly becomes easier, but the delicious resistance of your tight body remains dominant.

Bokuto buries himself within you and only moves his hips slightly at first, before starting a pace that wrings out the volume you are still holding back. You are crying out like a bitch in heat and it only encourages him to fuck you harder.

Bokuto hoists you back up just enough to arch your back towards him. This way he is able to look into your eyes, brimming with emotion and the primal fear of prey that felt its flesh being torn apart by a predator. He groans as his hand moves to your throat, holding you tight so he can feel you tremble and gasp for breath.

“I’ve been very patient. I gave everything you needed to adjust to living here with me. Yet you still refuse to fulfill your purpose,” he murmurs harshly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear with every word. “If you continue to refuse me, you’ll be sorry.”

With little more than a grunt of exertion, he spills himself directly into your abused womb. His hand slowly lets up its grip on your throat and you are able to breathe, though each breath comes out ragged and pitiful. Your body falls slack against the futon as soon as he lets you go, and he moves in to catch your legs and lift them up. Then he shifts to move closer to you, pulling you close and slipping a hand downwards to scoop up his release and push it back inside of you.

He feels you shiver against him when he presses his lips to the back of your shoulder. The hand that is not between your thighs is idly rubbing your belly, and his voice came out smooth as silk. “Don’t disappoint me again, you hear me?”

You are quiet, but Bokuto knows better than to read this as hesitation. It is more like you are tired and trying to catch your breath, or to find the proper words to say.

You are not yet in love with the idea, but rather, it’s as if you are at peace. Like you are finally coming to terms with what your life is now. The thought brings a bright grim to Bokuto’s face. Acceptance constitutes progress too, and it brings you one step closer to perfection.

—

There are many days where he is rough with you. Bokuto has taken over leadership at a very young age, and oftentimes, he takes his aggravation with him and takes it out on you. Part of him is dimly aware of this, but not aware enough to make him stop. Today is one of those days, and he is in a sour mood, desperately in need of both an outlet to pour his anger out and consolation.

You are shivering when Bokuto returns to the room, his steps heavy even on the carpeted floor. It is not exactly cold but you are naked, without even a single strand of hair out of place and your slender neck is on display just as the rest of you, and so nothing gets caught within any straps and hinges.

It is more the trepidation—and anticipation—that has you nervously dancing in place despite the thing he has carefully strapped you into a few minutes earlier. The wood is polished within an inch of its life, cinched around your neck and wrists, keeping you forced to bend over, ass to the door—just another little twist to his games that will keep you nervous and whiny because the thought of someone else stumbling in and getting an eyeful of your cunt is getting you tingly all over.

His little slut.

For the first time, Bokuto stays quiet. He is known as loud and boisterous young yakuza boss across the land, so to experience this silence is extremely unnerving for you. He does not even address you as he makes his way over with slow, heavy steps, but the thick air in the room makes his labored breathing all the louder.

It’s as if your cunt is glowing like a stop sign between your thighs, beckoning him closer. He wants to drag his fingers through the soft gape of your lips and pay some attention to your plump clit; torture it with some mean pinching like he knows you’ll go crazy for, but first, he slowly rounds to the front to have a look at your expression.

Your eyebrows are furrowed, anticipating his every move. You try to look up at him but his height and your position makes it impossible. He reaches for your chin, and you try to turn away from it but he grabs you anyway and slowly leans down, bringing his face very close to yours. You jerk away and abruptly avert your gaze elsewhere when you remember that you’re not supposed to look at him—not yet, not until he gives you the permission to—but he can see your face: bright and every bit scared as is excited.

He breathes slowly and measured, staring at you a bit longer just to unsettle you—then he lets go of your face and carefully tucks a lock of your hair back behind your ear. Some of the nervous fear seems to vanish from your expression after that.

Satisfied that everything is back in order, Bokuto stands back up and rounds you, watching the sway of your tits hanging down, and how your nipples are already swollen and needy. He pinches one—hard—and you cry out in surprise, your hips jerk as you automatically try to get away from the pain and realize you can’t go anywhere.

“No!” You whine, but it sounds weak. Your voice is trembling. He ignores you and pinches again, slower this time; increasing the pressure bit by bit until you start whining louder and louder, your knees bending then stretching again as you try to somehow mitigate the pain radiating off the tip of your breast.

He pulls down slowly, stretching the tissue until your whining becomes a short, rough cry of real pain, then he lets abruptly go.

When he leans over, he can see your cunt clench and relax desperately, slick already starting to glisten at the opening. You’ve always been a slut for pain.

He rounds you slowly, making a show out of letting his belt jingle loudly so you know he’s getting his cock out. You start whining again but a sharp two-fingered slap to your cunt has you shut up quickly.

Bokuto presses down with one big hand on the small of your back until you bend for him to have a comfortable grip on your hips as he drags the wide head of his cock through the valley of your ass.

Finally, it catches at the pouty rim of your pussy, pressing against it and forcing it to start spreading for the massive intrusion. He can hear you gasp for breath and he smirks in triumph.

“Squeal for me,” he murmurs, deep and ominous, then presses forward in earnest.

You do, because there’s no way you can keep quiet when Bokuto is fucking you open on his dick. You spread your toes against the carpet and curl them, trying to twitch out of the way but being held in place by his huge hands and his heavy weight on your back.

You are pinned in place, made to take his cock—basically letting him use you anyway he wants—and you couldn’t be more happy that he’s not hurting you too much, even though it is so very scary. You trust him, deep down. Of course you do.

But when you are like this, deep in your head space and reduced to a breeding sow gagging for dick, it is difficult to remember that you are nothing else but a trophy for him.

Bokuto tells you to squeal—and you obey. Simple as that.

His cock digs into your hole, spreading you so wide you are sure you are going to tear right through the middle. You don’t know when he stops existing as Bokuto in your mind and becomes your owner; domineering, possessive and belittling.

“Gonna put some little babies in you, yeah? Get your belly so swollen you can only waddle around.”

The words settle like hot coals in your belly, burning through you and sparking electric and delicious at the tips of your nipples. Bokuto can be really mean to you when he is angry. And while you are scared of his wrath, his words only serve as the fuel for your slippery slide down the slope. “Have to piss standing up because you’d not be able to get back up by yourself.”

You groan low—more a gurgle, really—and helplessly clench down on the big fat dick fucking into you. With everything compounded, you feel hot and suffocated. He’s fucking destroying you from the inside out, starting at your poor womb that will get massively dilated by the time he is done with what he is going to put into you.

Because that’s what you’re meant to be. He wants you to be waddling around with your holes sloppy and gaping from that massive dick of his you regularly get. Think about the others seeing you like that and knowing exactly that you’re nothing more than a disgusting breeding sow, made to be pumped full of his cum.

He fucks you like a beast and you grunt with every filling of his dick you receive. You can feel his balls swinging between your thighs; full and ripe, ready to fill you up until your belly is distending and your guts are gurgling with the cum he’s filling you with.

He increases his pace and you’ve never felt more animalistic; he groans deep and drawn-out, his hands cupping your belly to feel it starting to bulge with the sheer amount of cum he’s flooding your with while your eyes roll up into your head and your tongue is lolling out, drooling onto your chin, undignified and animalistic.

When he pulls out, it is not smooth. Even the head of his cock is big, and despite the massive spread of your pussy lips, it gets caught behind it anyway and needs to be dragged out with a humiliating wet pop like a plug getting pulled.

His cum immediately starts flowing as you can’t help but bear down, knees bending and clit pulsating needy and ripe between your thighs when the warm mess slides down your thighs as if you had pissed yourself in your excitement.

You don’t notice much of what is going on around you, not when he unclasps the thing from your neck and wrists, until big hands carefully touch you and turn you around into his big arms.

He carefully pats your cheek with a wide fingertip until you blearily blink open your eyes that feel glued-shut from the tears.

His anger should have dissipated by now, because there is a spark of affection in his bright, gold eyes and he nods before cradling you closer to his wide chest with one arm as the hand of the other descends between your thighs.

He’s gentle as his massive fingers slide into your cunt, fucking you slow and gentle while his thumb presses just this side of pleasurable against your swollen clit, dragging painfully tight circles into it until your body is strung tight as a bow string again, your teeth clenched together, sharp little nails digging into his huge forearm.

He keeps at it until you come, messy and loud, crying out as you jerk in his secure hold and gets everything wet as you squirt and he fucks you through it all.

Afterwards he holds you close, warming you with his massive body as he gently rocks you and leans his cheek against your forehead.

Bokuto can be awfully affectionate like that.

And that’s the only sign you need to see that he adores you just as much as you trust him… so far. But trust and security is different from love, and you’re not sure if you will ever be able to. He’s your owner and nothing more, and you’d be naive to think otherwise.

—

Even though you’ve grown accustomed to his presence as well as your new life in the estate, you still tense at the sound of his footsteps as they draw closer and closer over the floor.

You are still not sure about just how much you are allowed to see—your every question in that regard is easily ignored.

By now, you are more eager—as much as that makes you loathe yourself to admit it. You begin to anticipate his visits, lying on your back on the lush mattress he equips your room with and fucking your hole with your fingers as fast as you can without getting a cramp in his arm.

Your loud whimpers suffuse the air and bring an indulgent, broad grin onto Bokuto’s face as soon as he finally emerges in the doorjamb.

“So eager, my feather,” he purrs, slowly collapsing the stick in itself. He strolls casually to where you are wriggling on the sheets, and you turn your face away from him, subsequently baring your throat. Predictably, a large hand finds it without problem as if that’s the only thing his eyes are focused on.

“Are you ready this time?” he rumbles, the deep voice making you shiver and your nipples tighten into sensitive, little nubs. You wet your lips with a quick tongue, legs spreading wide for the hand stroking down his throat, between the valley of your breasts and down your abdomen, in order to vanish between your legs. A soft whine escapes you as he circles your hole, sensitive from getting fucked so often, before one of his fingers dips inside alongside your own fingers, making you strain and gasp.

“Is this… is this going to be the last time?” It is your standard question—almost like a ritual by now. It’s familiar to you like the broad length of Bokuto’s cock was, spreading you open and fucking you breathless. “Are you going to let me go after this?”

His lips stretch into another smile, his free hand stroking over your hair like a parent consoling their child.

“I told you I will breed you full,” he coos—just like always, seems like he’s in a good mood today. “Can’t let anyone see my little toy if she’s not well-bred now, can I?” He seems to take amusement in your predicament, setting you on edge, the humiliation driving ever deeper because you know you could do nothing against it.

You huff, ready to turn around and present your ass on all fours, but…

“Not this time. Stay just like that, beautiful.” Bokuto leans down, his voice—impossibly—dropping even lower as he slides onto the bed and between your thighs; still clothed.

He huffs a laugh, his tactile fingers sliding along your inner thighs, gently rubbing on the lips of your puffy, stretched hole, then curling two fingers inside you.

Your body is moving on its own—hips curling up into his stroking hand. You hate it. You love it.

“Have you been waiting long?” Bokuto asks in amusement, opening his own pants and drawing out that length that makes your mouth water and your hole clench in anticipation. Endorphins rush through your body, making you tingly and needy to be filled with nothing but his cock and cum.

You’ve already been trained so well by now… and from Bokuto’s triumphant grin, he is obnoxiously proud about it. Can’t wait to show you off and brag to his friends about his sweet little plaything; his trophy toy.

He leans down, his deep breaths ghosting along your collarbone. The fact that Bokuto likes your scent the most—he told you himself—and he likes to breathe you in while sucing on your neck, the artery there, feeling the pump of your blood there—is just as arousing as it is intimidating.

“You are... exquisite,” he whispers against your bare neck, dripping the words onto you like they were poetry even as the head of his cock slowly breaches you. You gasp—every time surprised at the fact that you could prepare yourself as much as you liked… Bokuto’s cock will still split you open and make you feel so fucking vulnerable.

“I will groom you to perfection.”

You whimper, eyes squeezing shut as his hips snap forward, driving himself in deep with the first thrust. He could feel tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, but whether from how much it burns (it still does, and you love it) or from the fact that he so casually tells you about his plans to corrupt you… you cannot tell. You don’t even want to tell.

You whimper, arms and legs curling around him, drawing him closer as he leisurely fucks you, his tongue and teeth scraping over your throat and collarbone.

“You are going to be the best there is.” Bokuto raises his head, mouthing along the line of your jaw. “Everyone else is going to wish that you’re theirs,” he sounded entirely too smug for that sentence, “but you’re mine. I own you. ”

You can feel Bokuto’s muscles flexing where your calves lay on his sides. He is so broad, so huge that you can barely wrap your whole body on him and yet… and yet…

Fuck, your whole body is primed to him. To this man brimming with strength and vitality and intellect.

Bokuto is the perfect owner to breed anyone… and your body welcomes him greedily—needy hole opening up despite the burn of the entry; just swallowing that cock again and again, clinging sweetly as if it loathes to let him out on every second stroke.

He laughs—low and painfully happy as if he has read your thoughts. The sound rumbles through his chest and directly into you, your toes curling and feet scrabbling at the backs of his thighs, fingernails scratching along his back as your lust spirals higher, soft sounds of satisfaction spilling out of your throat, no matter how hard you try to hold them back.

“Open up for me,” Bokuto whispers right into your ear—his voice sweet and deadly like poison. “Open up, sweet thing. Take it… take me.”

The last word is rasped in a low rumble—more carnal than human as he thrusts more harshly, grinding deep into you and making you cry with your head thrown back. You hear the breathy, rasping chuckle of him filling you up good and proper.

You love how satisfied you feel at being a good bitch for him.

—

Afterwards, when Bokuto is gone, you realize your face is wet. You think you must have been sweating more than you thought.

Yes. That’s it.

#bokuto smut #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #bokuto koutarou #yakuza!bokuto #tw dubcon #.bokuto! #.fics!

[liyuesbian]

✧ 101 dalmatians!au [ayaka]

notes: ........this is actually an updated (not rly) version of my 101 dalmatians!au with seulgi on my kpop gg writing blog..... sorryyyy i'm not being lazy i promise!! i've just got back from holiday and am working on a ningguang x reader but it might take a while (i rly wanna perfect it) so this is a placeholder for now :p

you would occasionally spot kamisato ayaka in the park walking her dalmatian. she's well-known around the local area because of her older brother: the mayor of the city. in fact, you also have a dog of the same breed, which is what drew you to her in the first place—minus her eye-catchingly extravagant outfits and cute facial features.

your own dalmatian is wonderful. when you were ten years old, your christmas wish was to get a puppy. much to your younger self’s disappointment, santa claus had gifted you with a rather large—and older—"puppy" than you had imagined in your head. nevertheless, you treated the newly named pongo with as much love as you could give him.

fast forward about ten years later and here is the same pongo eagerly trying to gain your attention as you sit in front of your piano. you’re thinking of how best to go about composing the last few bars of a song you’re working on.

unbeknownst to you, the dalmatian had sneakily altered the time of the clock and is now motioning to the door, howling. you double-check the time on your wristwatch but despite the inconsistency, you decide to go for the daily walk and attach a leash to his collar. it seems like you have no other choice: pongo has your hat between his teeth and is scratching at the door handle. you laugh as you give in to your dog’s contagious enthusiasm, taking your fedora from his mouth.

with the leash in one hand and a ball in the other, you are manhandled—or should i say doghandled—as pongo drags you all the way to the park. he appears to be looking for something, but you dismiss it. you attempt to undo the clasp of the leash, failing when pongo suddenly dashes off.

“slow down, pongo!” you yelp. this kind of high-energy behaviour isn’t new to you but it certainly catches you off-guard. in the end, you let your dog indulge himself in his antics and you’re led to the edge of the lake where you take a seat and gasp for breath. goodness, you don’t think you’ve ever done so much running in your life.

exhausted, you fan yourself with your fedora and loosen the top button on your dress shirt. the grass underneath you feels nice to rest on compared to the wooden chair you’d been sitting on for the whole morning.

it takes you a second to notice your companion gazing at a certain animal behind you. turning around, you recognise the dalmatian who’s seized pongo’s eyes from her pink collar and apprehensively look up to the owner. she’s perched on a bench next to the dog with her signature fan and a book in her hands. in shock, you jerk your head forward and blink a few times.

should we move somewhere else?

as if sensing your uneasiness, pongo barks and jumps to grab your hat. you sigh but grin at his mischievous face.

“come on, pongo. give it back.” taking her eyes off the pages of her book, ayaka glances at you and your dog, the ends of her mouth curving up ever so slightly to form a smile which stays hidden behind the upright fan. you throw the ball lightly in an attempt to get him to drop your hat.

it doesn't quite work and instead, rolls in the direction of the occupied bench. perdita, ayaka's dalmatian, glimpses at it, trying to withhold the urge to play with the bouncy toy. ayaka chuckles which causes you to cease your glaring at pongo to face her. the ringing of her laugh is pleasant and something you haven’t noticed before.

if only i could hear it every day. gently, you hit your cheeks to awaken yourself from your thoughts.

pongo is now frolicking in circles with the captured hat, vying for the attention of ayaka's dog. while you’re battling a two-way argument in your head and one with your dalmatian, you feel a soft nudge on your thigh. perdita has given you the ball back, and you could hear pongo whimpering sadly. impressed, you pet perdita who reacts with a delightful pant. the female dalmatian glances at pongo and apathetically walks back to her owner, who attaches a leash. they start to walk away.

pongo yaps in surprise. quickly, he abandons your hat and is about to take off when you tell him to stay, which he does obediently. you could tell your dog is planning to go after perdita, but you don’t want him running around aimlessly so you fasten his leash.

as soon as you do though, you’re being hauled once again towards kamisato ayaka. the hyperactive dalmatian follows the blue-haired woman and playfully circles her, earning a giggle from the subject of interest. unfortunately for the both of you, your legs have gotten tied to hers.

“oh my, i'm very sorry about this!” you blush. of course, you’ve never been in such close quarters with her before making it all the more embarrassing but you don’t entirely regret this moment either… until you realise that with the both of you frantically trying to get out of the awkward position and your dog pulling at the leash, the result would be all three of you tethering on the edge of the lake and perdita helplessly grabbing onto her owner to prevent the fall.

“oh no.” a splash is heard throughout the park.

clothes damp, you sit in the shallow water in cold shock, finding yourself no longer tangled around the dog leash. next to you, ayaka stands up to try searching for her hat and fan which pongo finds and gives to you with an almost apologetic expression.

“it seems i've lost my belongings,” she says worriedly.

“don’t worry, i have the things you're looking for right here.” you hand her her possessions and fix her hair but to no avail.

“ah, thank you.” you brush her wet bangs to the side so she could see.

“i'm truly very sorry! i don’t know how we ended up in the lake of all things.” you apologise profusely to the bewildered lady and attempt to make things better by removing the plants from her clothes. meanwhile, pongo has shaken himself dry and is relaxing next to perdita.

gosh, what kind of situation have i gotten myself into?

“no, it’s alright, i'll just dry myself off for now.” you see ayaka fetching a… soaked handkerchief from her purse.

“hold on, i usually carry one in my pocket.” however, yours too, is also drenched. “oh—"

ayaka begins to giggle. dumbfounded, you laugh with her. both of your dogs glance at each other and back at the pair of you, cocking their heads. you thought the pleasant sound and amicable smile were the only things about her laughter that could make your heart swell but now, with ayaka right in front of you, you notice things you would’ve never been able to before. you witness how her eyes crinkle and close shut and how her cheeks balloon revealing an even more charming side to her. you wonder what it would be like if you could make her this happy all the time.

after helping ayaka out of the pond, you feel it wouldn’t be right to leave her to go home all doused in water.

“would it be possible to invite you to our house? we live close by so it would be no trouble at all if you want to dry off there. it would probably be very uncomfortable to journey home in this state and i can't bear to watch you attempt to.” shyly, you meet her eyes after your impromptu offer to see ayaka grinning.

“i think i'd like to accept that offer. i suppose it is your fault too!” she quips and jokingly nudges your shoulder.

you smile back and turn to face your dalmatian who you will whisper many thank yous to later in life.

#AGAIN IM SO SORRY IF U'VE READ THIS ALR but it only has 40 notes on my other blog and i rly love this au 😤 #call me an attention seeker i do not care PWAHAHA #might do this again with my pride and prejudice!au LMAOOO i was also super proud of that but it only has 2 notes :') #ayaka x reader #ayaka #genshin #genshin impact #genshin ayaka #ayaka genshin impact #ayaka imagines #ayaka fluff #ayaka au #genshin x reader #kamisato ayaka #ayaka headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin au #genshin headcanons

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Lost Boys: Night Ride

Dwayne x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Warning: contains physical intimacy, blood drinking, and mature language.  

Summary: Dwayne and you are enjoying a night ride along the Santa Carla coast when you start to feel a little cheeky. Risqué behavior ensues. 

It was a quiet night at the boardwalk, typical for the time of year when school was back in session and it was off-season for tourists. There was no live music that night, instead a popular Tom Petty tune played over the loudspeakers. Human traffic was a third of what it was during the summer, people mainly flocked to the food and shop stalls in an attempt to keep warm amidst the evening chill.

Most of the time you were fine with making rounds at the boardwalk even when it was dead, but that particular night you felt restless. None of the shops had any new wares to look at and you rode the Giant Dipper coaster four times in a row which quickly took the thrill out.

Sensing your mood, Dwayne herded you to a bench in front of the carousel while the other three boys peeled off to continue following a group that was headed further into the park.

He sat next to you, his heavy, leather clad arm rested along the back of the bench, surrounding you with his presence without actually touching you. The metal seat would’ve likely felt cool to the touch, even through your pants, had you not been a member of the undead.

You instinctively scooted closer to Dwayne seeking affection despite knowing he wasn’t a big believer in PDA. Still, you cuddled into his side knowing that he would never turn you away and his arm came off of the bench to lovingly rub your arm.

The two of you sat silently in each other’s arms, observing people who walked by, the tinkling of the carousel’s jovial organ tune playing continuously in the background.

A few moments passed when you felt Dwayne’s fingers start to play with the hair near your ear. You looked up at him and found his chocolate colored eyes already trained on you. “Wanna go for a ride?”

Subdued only moments ago, you perked up and nodded eagerly. Dwayne got the okay from David that rang in both of your heads courtesy of the coven mind-link and you walked hand-in-hand back to the entrance where the bikes were parked.

Dwayne hopped on first, kicking the motorcycle upright, and you got on second, linking your fingers across his stomach to secure yourself when the bike jolted to life. He didn’t say what route he had planned but when he opted to forego racing along the beach, instead heading out to the road, you knew he was taking the scenic way back to the hotel.

The late night road was mostly vacant making it easy to cruise along the curvy road, the dark, vast ocean on the left-hand side. Dwayne ran the engine at near wide open speed and the wind beat strongly, mixing your hair with his in a whirl of tresses. In spite of riding in seemingly reckless abandon, you knew that he was keeping a close eye on the road; he didn’t want to risk wrecking with you onboard regardless of your immortal status.

Dwayne sighed in contentment up front, the speed was a way for him to have fun that he made sure to take advantage of.

You chose a different way to make some fun for yourself.

The bike was humming along, the engine humming rhythmically between your legs with a blanket of stars shining among the navy sky overhead. Squeezing your chest more fully into his back, your hands started to wander with the goal of giving him something to sigh about.

Your fingernails scratched gently over the solid ridges on his abdomen as they headed further south into dangerous territory. He went still, even by Dwayne standards, and you knew that you had his attention.

He turned his head around just enough for you to see the look in his eyes that said to cut it out. They also betrayed the interest that he tried to hide under his seriousness. You relented momentarily and your hands went returned to a respectable position with your hands linked around his stomach.

He nodded in approval and turned to face the road again. Normally, you took pride in being the mature one in the coven, along with Dwayne, but that ride had you in a playful mood. Game on, you thought to yourself.

The reprieve didn’t last long before your hands started wandering again, going upward to his pectorals that time. One benefit to him wearing an open jacket was that it made his body all the more accessible to you. You kneaded the muscle there to the best of your ability given the angle you had to work with while riding on the bike. His skin didn’t have the same heat that a human did but he still felt warm to your touch.

A low hiss was audible even over the wind when you tweaked his left nipple with a little more force. He let up on the gas a bit, enough for you to feel a lull as it shifted from a racing to a cruising speed. You raked down once more, making sure to fan out to his sides in order to caress his ribs until you reached his hips.

His knuckles tightened on the handlebars when you traced the deep v of his lower abdominals. Y/N… he warned through your link.

With bated breath from both parties, you dipped below the waistline of this worn jeans. The smooth brass button at the top snapped open, adding another splash of heat to the situation. The zipper teeth clicked as you pulled them apart until it went as far as they could go.

His head dropped back for just a second when your hand finally made direct contact with him and you proudly noticed that he was already decently hard. You briefly pulled back to lick a stripe along the length of your palm to make it easier to handle him.

The had was inserted back into his jeans and you drew him out, exposing his cock to the crisp air. The splash of heat from earlier reached a boiling point that was almost tangible. You wrapped your hand around him and gave a few measured pumps, twisting just a little when you got to the top of the shaft.

There was a constant stream of growls and shudders and you felt an incredible sense of power to be able to elicit a reaction like this from him, no matter that you had been intimate hundreds of time prior.

You vaguely registered him pulling a hard left that sent the bike across the oncoming lane and onto the wide, barren plain that lead right to the rickety wood steps outside of the cave entrance.

He let out a particularly drawn out “Shit,” with one of your tugs that had you giggling. You doubled down on your efforts, feeling more emboldened the closer the cliff and the stairs approached.

Dusty dirt and gravel kicked up as Dwayne brought the bike to an abrupt halt, so abrupt that the bike nearly threw the two of you off. A hint of salty ocean spray tickled your nose as his hands gripped your thighs with the intent to move you.

In one last act of playfulness, you brushed his thick hair aside and bit him, fangs piercing brown skin that allowed his blood to trickle into your mouth.

Tease, he moaned while you suckled at his neck.

You released your hold on him with a wet ‘pop’ and Dwayne had you off of the bike and in his arms in the blink of an eye. He fell back onto the hard ground with a loud bang and kept you on top so that you didn’t have to be the one rolling in the dirt.

His lips and tongue attacked yours hungrily, and he was so desperate to have you that he told you in a guttural voice, “Here. Now.”

You weren’t about to refuse him and your mouths met again with vigorous kissing.

He ripped your top apart easily, not in the frame of mind to be gentle with your clothes. He leaned up to capture a nipple and proceeded to nip and suck you, his hand giving attention to your other breast.

Your breathing sped up and you held his head to your chest, warmth leaving your limbs shaky. Lower down, you felt your panties start to dampen, and it was Dwayne’s turn to delve into your pants.

He dragged your pants down and moved the panties to the side so that he could cup you, his fingers teased your entrance while the base of his palm added pressure to the bundle of nerves on top. You whined when one of his fingers suddenly slipped inside you with no resistance. Unable to stop yourself you rocked in an attempt to try and create some much needed friction.

“Shit,” he groaned placing a sloppy kiss on your shoulder. “That slid right in, princess.”

He gave you a moment before adding another and you shut your eyes tight, the sound of his fingers inside of you too much to bear. But then his thumb grazed your clit and they shot open again, your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

Satisfied that you were ready for him, Dwayne tapped your hip with a gentle, “Up,” so that he could fully remove your pants.

You nodded frantically. You would do anything he wanted right then. You would do it happily.

By the time you were bare from the waist down and back on top of him, he had also kicked his pants down. The jacket stayed on, not that you complained—he looked damned good in that jacket.

Even in the midst of lust he had enough restraint to slowly push into you. His cock was wide inside you and it was disorienting as he continued to push inward. The sky spun as your head tipped from delicious pleasure. You moved in tandem from the start, a product of knowing each other bodies as thoroughly as you did.

To the untrained eye he seemed completely in control, his thrusts even and steady the entire coupling. But you recognized the truth. His hands were a vice grip on your hips and his brow protruded the moment his fangs dropped; his eyes were still brown but it wouldn’t take much to get them to turn.

The pace in no way slowed your climb to the precipice and it wasn’t long until your arms no longer had the strength to support you. “Please.”

Dwayne gladly accepted the added weight on his chest and did work for you, the tatters of your ruined top stimulating your nipples from it laid trapped between two bodies. Roughened fingertips rubbed you with precision and his pelvis bucked into you, the excitement building.

The thing that pushed you over the edge was when his tongue ran along the veins in your neck, tracing patterns and sucking at the base of your throat, whispering his love for you. His fangs broke skin and that was it. Euphoria bloomed from your core, spreading to encompass your whole body.

You chanted his name in breathy gasps, your muscles clamping down hard. He quickly followed you into rapture, kissing at your bottom lip while he rode his own wave.

When the fog lifted the two of you were still breathing heavy, every move ten times more sensitive than usual. He made an effort to cup the side of your face. You’re beautiful, princess. Always, he whispered.

Just enough blood rushed to your face to color your blush and you hid in his mused hair. He merely smiled and drew you in for another kiss—a languid one.

His eyes had finally taken on the marbled yellow-red color shared by all vampires and you were certain that your features mirrored his.

Beautiful, you parroted his earlier words, making sure that he heard.  

He may have been a monster, but he was your monster.

_______________

In the year of our lord 2021, I posted nsfw for the very first time 🙈. I’m in no way qualified to write this but was inspired by a confession made on @darling-disastrous​’s blog. Enormous thanks if you stuck with it all the way through! I hope it was alright. 

#the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys x reader #imagines #rated m for mature #14 days of valentines

[songsoomin]

Christmas Present (S)

Word count: 2K

Premise: SoftDom!Seonghwa, female reader. Y/N wants to give her boyfriend an extra special present - what he’s been wanting to do for some time

Warnings: Daddy kink, anal sex, oral sex, blowjob, fingering. Smut but soft at the end

Posted 25th December 2020

"Seonghwa." You called from your bedroom.

"Yes, Baby?" Your boyfriend replied from the living room.

"I've been thinking...you're always so good to me. You're so caring and loving - almost the perfect boyfriend."

"Only almost?" He cut you off with a laugh.

"As I was saying," You rolled your eyes though you knew he couldn't see you, "...I want to give you one of your presents early. An extra special one."

"There are still a few days until Christmas, Babe."

"I really think you're going to want this one now." You were excited as you walked out to your boyfriend, slowly making your way around the couch and into view.

As Seonghwa saw what you were dressed in his dark eyes widened in surprise, quickly replaced by desire.

You were in a very short 'Miss Santa' dress which barely covered your behind. It was red velvet with a white fur trim all around the hem line and the low cut, slightly off-the-shoulder collar - the deep v revealing your cleavage enticingly. To finish the look you'd styled your hair into pigtails trimmed with red tinsel and, as a little extra treat for him, you walked in sucking on a red and white peppermint candy cane, letting him see you lick around the tip of it.

"Baby, you look amazing." Seonghwa breathed, looking you up and down hungrily.

"You like it?" The innocence in your voice was in stark contrast to your attire and behaviour but you knew that was exactly how Seonghwa liked it.

His full lips stretched into a smile as his eyes darkened, "Come here and I'll show you how much I like it." he replied, patting his strong thighs to beckon you to sit.

As you straddled his legs, your boyfriend ran his hands up your legs and under the hem of your dress. His large hands cupped your arse, giving it a squeeze.

"Baby you're too good to me." Seonghwa said in his deep, low voice as you began to grind on the very evident bulge in his pants.

"It's you that's too good and because you're such an amazing boyfriend..." you leaned in so your lips were brushing his ear and whispered, "...that I'm going to let you do whatever you want tonight."

"Bedroom. Now."

Seonghwa lifted you off his lap and pulled you into the bedroom you shared faster than you could believe. He was the more dominant in the bedroom but there were a few things he wanted to do that you were a little hesitant to try. He'd never pressured you into anything but you'd thought about it and knew he'd take care of you and you wanted to give him something special for Christmas to show him how much you love him.

"On your knees." He commanded in a low, authoritative voice. A thrill shot straight through to your core whenever he treated you like this. You sank to your knees in front of him, looking up innocently, through your lashes.

Seonghwa unzipped his jeans, never taking his eyes of you, and lowered them and his pants to his ankles. He stood there for a moment, stroking his hard cock up and down as he looked at you like you were his toy to play with.

Your boyfriend took the candy cane that was still between your lips.

"Open up for me, Baby."

You did as commanded without a moments hesitation and Seonghwa's thick cock slipped in.

"Now...suck on Daddy's candy."

You started to lick and suck, all while looking up into his dark eyes with fake innocence.

"Jesus, Baby, your mouth feels so good around my dick."

A startled noise left you as Seonghwa grabbed hold of your pigtails and thrust right to the back of your throat, using them to pull you in as he fucked your warm, wet mouth over and over.

As the whines and soft choking sounds left your mouth you could feel him getting more excited until his hips stuttered and you felt his hot cum hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck, Baby, that was so good." Seonghwa murmured as he pulled out of your mouth. He watched as you wiped some cum from your lips and licked your fingers clean.

"I think my Baby Girl deserves something special, too."

Seonghwa threw you back onto the bed and climbed between your legs, spreading them to reveal the matching fur-trimmed panties you had on.

"Oh, you got yourself all wet sucking Daddy's cock, didn't you?" He said as he ran his fingers over the soaked material. You shivered at just that simple touch - his fingers were so skilled it didn't take much for him to work you up.

Seonghwa grabbed the delicate panties and slid them down you, discarding them carelessly on the floor before diving in between your legs. He teased you first, like usual, kissing the soft skin of your inner thighs and biting it gently.

"Daddy, please..." You begged, winding your fingers through his black hair and trying to pull him closer to your core.

"Naughty girl." he scolded, landing a hard smack on your thigh as he moved to hover above you, "If you're not patient you won't get any presents this year."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I can be good."

Seonghwa looked down at you, making you wait before roughly pulling the top of your dress down to reveal your breasts. He leaned down and sucked harshly on one nipple while pinching the other. A loud moan left your lips as he played with your hard nipples, his tongue was just as skilled as his hands.

When he felt he'd made you wait long enough, he moved back down between your legs and licked straight up your folds before spreading them with his fingers to attack your clit. He alternated between licking and sucking the sensitive bud and pulling away every so often to bite your soft folds.

The tension was building in your lower abdomen so when two of his long fingers slipped into your tight, wet hole it was more than you could bear. The release crashed over you, making you cry out loud as the pleasure took over.

"Daddy - aaah! Daddy...too much." Seonghwa resisted your attempts to push him away from your cunt, forcing you into overstimulation. He stopped when your legs started to tremble uncontrollably.

"You did so well, Baby Girl." He praised, leaning down to kiss you so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

You laid there recovering from your intense high while Seonghwa kissed your neck, slowly moving back down to your breasts.

"We're not done yet." You opened your eyes to see him kneeling between your legs with a dark look on his face. "You did say I could do whatever I wanted."

You smiled at him and he beckoned you to sit up.

"Turn around for me, Baby."

"You'll be gentle, won't you?"

"Of course, Baby. I'd never hurt you - you know that."

You did know that but you were still a little apprehensive as you'd never fulfilled this one wish of his before.

Seonghwa pulled your back flush against his chest and started squeezing your breasts as he kissed the side of your neck, sucking just hard enough to leave marks that you knew he'd be admiring in the morning.

Slowly one of his hands travelled down towards your wet cunt, slipping his fingers in to collect your cum from moments ago. Glistening with your juices his fingers moved to the back and probed at the tight ring of muscle there.

You moaned as he slipped in one finger first, followed by another, stretching you out in preparation for something much bigger. To take your mind off the unfamiliar stretch, Seonghwa brought his other hand down to play with your clit again. You were still quite sensitive but it felt amazing to be touched like that while he continued to stretch you out.

"I'm coming in now, Baby." He whispered in your ear. You also heard the sound of the bottle of lube being uncapped. He continued to stretch you as he stroked his cock, generously covering himself with lube.

"I'll be as gentle as I can but tell me if it gets too much, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Seonghwa groaned in your ear, "You best stop calling me that, Baby, or else I won't be able to be as gentle as I need to be."

You smiled knowing that was his favourite name. He often lost control when you called him that so you usually saved it for when you wanted him to be a little rougher with you.

Slowly he started to push into your tight hole and you gasped at the new feeling. Seonghwa stopped immediately.

"You okay, Baby?"

"Yeah," you breathed, "just give me a moment to get used to it. I've never had anything this big back there before."

When you felt more comfortable you gave him the go ahead and he pushed in furthe. You could tell he was being as gentle as possible but that it was very hard for him to do so. He'd told you before that this was the best feeling as it was so much tighter. He bottomed out and stayed as still as he could to let you adjust, holding you tightly against him as he struggled not to start thrusting into you.

"Seonghwa?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"I'm ready."

He let out the breath he'd been holding and pulled almost all the way out before slowly thrusting back in. He continued at this slow pace, waiting for you to let him know when he could speed up.

It didn't take long for the discomfort to become pleasure - so different to anything else you'd felt before. Once it no longer stung it felt exquisite to have his thick cock sliding in and out of you but it still felt naughty in a way. You mused over how Seonghwa had really corrupted you from the innocent girl you used to be.

"Daddy?"

"Oh, God. Please don't."

"It's okay, Daddy. Fuck me harder."

That was all it took for Seonghwa to start thrusting hard and fast into your tight ring of muscle, the wet sounds it created along with your soft moans driving him wild.

"Harder, Daddy."

Seonghwa's grip on your hips became slightly painful as he tried to control himself. You knew his fingers would leave bruises in the morning.

You slipped your hand between your legs and started stroking your clit in fast circles.

"Fuck, Baby. Such a naughty girl."

Your fingers circled faster as Seonghwa's deep grunts brought you closer to another orgasm. You could feel his thrusts grow sloppier as he felt you clenching around his cock.

"Daddy, I'm going to cum."

"Me too, Baby Girl. I'm gonna fill your tight little arse with cum."

Seonghwa's deep voice took you over the edge as he spoke those words into your ear and as you came you threw your free hand back and pulled at his hair. The mix of pain and pleasure was too much for him and you felt hot, thick cum filling your tight hole.

He stayed inside you, kissing your neck gently as you both came down.

He pulled out and went to grab a cloth to clean you both up.

Afterward you laid in his strong arms as he cuddled you.  

"Thank you, Baby. I'm so lucky to have you."

"Merry Christmas, Seonghwa." You smiled as you leaned in to kiss him.

#ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa #atzinc #ateez x reader smut #ateez x female reader #seonghwa x fem reader #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #park seonghwa smut #ateez seonghwa smut

[chilling-seavey]

Since we witnessed Avalon and Daniel fighting a lot can we have a cute lil first date with them👉👈

Of course you can! 🥰 And a lil themed title stripe with faceclaims to set the qtvtp mood...

Warnings: Bit of spice but nothing too detailed 

Avalon clutched her phone to her ear, sitting in her car in the parking lot behind Bluestone Lane after her shift. The line rang once…twice…she rechecked the number that was scribbled on the receipt in her hand. She felt like a fool. What was she trying to gain from this? The line rang a third time. She shifted nervously in her seat and nearly gasped when the ringing stopped a voice came through the line,

“Hello?”

Avalon hesitated.

“Hello?” he tried again.

“H-Hi.” Avalon spit out. She mentally cringed at the wavering of her voice. “Is this…” she glanced back down at the receipt as if she hadn’t read it enough times to perfectly well know his name, “Daniel?”

There was a small shuffle through the phone as she could almost hear him smile, “Avalon.”

“Yeah.” she exhaled in near relief.

“Part of me wasn’t expecting you to call.”

“Why’s that?”

“I dunno. You didn’t seem like the type to take much bullshit.”

“I don’t.”

“Well I’ll thank my lucky stars you gave me a shot then.”

There was a pause and Avalon bit her lip to hide from no one the smile that was starting to form itself on her face. She pressed her hand to her cheek and rested her elbow on the window ledge of her car.

Daniel shuffled around through the phone before continuing, braking their momentary silence, “Would you like to go out with me this weekend?”

Avalon wasn’t sure what she had expected him to say when she called him but his question had her heart fluttering with nervousness. Despite this, she played it cool, “Where would you take me?”

Daniel chuckled, “Does Santa Monica sound good?”

“The Pier?” Avalon squinted out the car window in the afternoon sun, “Alright.”

“Good. Text me your address and I’ll pick you up on Saturday. 6?”

“6 is fine.”

June 17, 2017

Here

Avalon stared down at the simple word on her phone screen. Four simple letters that she had no clue would honestly change the course of her life from that point onwards. She stood in front of her full length mirror in her living room and eyed her soft reddish brown dress, suddenly very unsure about her choice in outfit – she had already changed three times that evening and it seemed four wasn’t the lucky number.

But she had no time to go change again because Daniel was already there to pick her up – even if he was a few minutes late. She grabbed her purse and her keys and hurried out of the door and down the hall, trying to ignore the nervous butterflies that were filling her stomach.

He was stood outside her apartment complex, leaning against a shiny white Tesla in jeans and a patterned button up covered by a burgundy jacket. She could see him eyeing her up as she exited the building and approached him, her cheeks dusting a little pink under her gentle makeup and she discreetly held her arms in front of herself. She wished she didn’t wear a dress.

“Hi.” she said softly.

“Hi.” Daniel replied, eyes lingering on her as she fell to a stop a few small paces away.

“I didn’t know if this was appropriate to wear but…it’s warm tonight so…” Avalon faded out nervously.

“No,” Daniel shut her nerves down quickly, “You look amazing.”

Avalon could only blush lightly and thank him, and then once more when he opened the door for her. She eyed the interior of the car when he closed the door and walked around to the other side and she took that moment to take a deep breath. She had been on a good amount of dates in her lifetime – all twenty-one years of it – and yet this one made her feel like a shy little girl again. It wasn’t shallow enough to be his obvious money that intimidated her and it maybe wasn’t necessarily his attractiveness, but there was something about him that had those butterflies fluttering excitedly and nervously inside her.

Daniel climbed in the drivers side and started the car. He directed a question to her as he pulled away from the curb, “Did you eat already?”

“Just something small.” Avalon said.

“You’ll make it to the pier then?”

“Yes. I think I’ll survive.” Avalon giggled.

Daniel smiled and she caught it, glancing at him as he stared out the windshield as he drove them through the downtown streets of Los Angeles. The sun was still up but getting lower on the horizon and it sent sparkles of light across the ocean as they approached the beaches. They were quiet for a moment.

“You are older than eighteen, right?” Daniel asked to break the silence.

“Yeah. I’m twenty-one. Twenty-two in December.” Avalon assured him easily.

“Good…nice. I turned twenty-two in April.”

Avalon eyed him for a moment as he drove, “You’re only twenty-two?”

“What, do I look old or something?” he chuckled.

“No,” Avalon answered quickly as she eyed the Tesla logo between his hands on the steering wheel, “You just…seem to have a lot of money for someone so young. $100 tip isn’t something to be brushed off.”

“Well I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” Daniel shrugged. “My best friend and I had the right connections out of university last year and right away our record company has been catching like wildfire. It’s incredible. I’m truly blessed. Just bought this beaut of a car last month; bit of a late birthday gift to myself.”

“That’s…amazing. I’m just a waitress.” Avalon chuckled lightly.

“No dream job on the horizon?” he asked.

Avalon shrugged, “Not really. I volunteer at the kids club by the beach sometimes but nothing in life seems to be calling to me…at least not yet.”

“That’s okay too. You have lots of time.”

Daniel parked the car by the beach, navigating through the crowds that were making their way down the boardwalk towards the brightly lit pier. The sky was painted a light orange as evening was falling and the day was ending but their night was only just beginning. Daniel and Avalon got out of the car and he locked it behind them as they made their way to the pier.

“So are you from LA?” he asked.

“Oregon originally.” Avalon answered.

“Really? Me too. Whereabouts?”

“Bit outside Salem…just east. You?”

“My family bounced across the river between Portland and Vancouver a bit. Couldn’t seem to decide between Oregon and Washington but I was born in Oregon.”

“Small world.” Avalon chuckled lightly. She eyed him beside her for a moment as they walked. He was taller than her by a few inches and the angle she was at had the sun casting a warm glow over his face. She looked away again, turning to the boardwalk they walked along, “Work brought you here then?”

“Yep. University of Washington grad just like my brothers but life had higher hopes for me than it did them.”

“They’re not here?”

“My eldest brother moved to Nashville for real estate and my second brother is in LA too…trying his luck with acting.”

“Acting.” Avalon breathed.

“Yeah.” Daniel chuckled lightly. “Bit of a stretch but he’d never hear me say that.”

“Of course not.” Avalon smiled softly.

They approached the ticket booth and Daniel ordered them a roll of tickets paid in cash with a slide of a $50 bill. Avalon had her hands resting nervously on her purse as she watched him pay without second guessing…she hated when people bought things for her…she always felt far too much of a burden.

Daniel seemed to sense her hesitation when he turned back to her with the roll of faire tickets in his hand, “I asked you out. I pay.”

Avalon only smiled lightly and nodded. He set his hand on the small of her back – barely ghosting her body – to lead her farther onto the pier and under the large sign that read Pacific Park. She shivered at his simple touch but his hand was gone before it could even be processed. With the sun setting, the neon lights of the fair began to turn on and soon the pier was lively with nightlife of families and young adults alike running between rides and arcade games.

At this time in the world, Daniel’s career was new so he could still generally go through public life ‘unnoticed’ which made the night that much more special. He didn’t have to worry about publicity or work and he just had fun. It was easy to have fun with Avalon, especially when she was screaming on the roller coaster at the top of her lungs. She was carefree and genuine and pretty and Daniel couldn’t help but realize he might be falling for her already.

After a few rides, they shared a funnel cake on a bench over looking the beach and the ocean as the sun finally dipped below the horizon. They sat side by side as they chatted and ate, nearly so close that their thighs were touching. They talked about growing up and their jobs and their favourite things from films to family vacations.

“Do you snowboard?” Daniel asked through a mouthful of funnel cake.

Avalon giggled at the way it morphed his voice and then shook her head, “No. Never.”

“Never?” Daniel gaped at her. They both moved in for another piece and their plastic forks bumped. “Well then, I’ll just have to take you snowboarding one weekend.”

Avalon smiled bashfully as he obviously was already thinking about seeing her again, “That would be fun.”

When their snack was done, the sun was completely set and the night sky was polluted with city lights and the neon stripes that filled the pier. Life was still bustling around them as strangers made the most of the fair and Santa Monica was filled with lively screams and noises of games and rides. Daniel and Avalon walked side by side through the fair and she stopped when he did.

He glanced at the game booth he stopped beside and sent her a cheeky smile, “Is it cliché for me to win you a bear?”

“Disgustingly cliché.” Avalon agreed.

“Let me do it anyway?”

“Of course.” she stepped up beside him. “Let’s see that arm, Daniel.”

He handed the clerk two of their dwindling roll of tickets in exchange for three balls. The objective was to knock down the three horses each at varying distances from the player and if you got all three, you won the largest prize.

Avalon watched intently as Daniel picked up one of the balls and tossed it in the air as if to get a feeling for it. He glanced at her, sent her a cocky smirk, and then aimed and threw it to one of the targets. Clear miss.

“Goddamn.” Daniel mumbled.

Avalon laughed lightly and leaned forward on the wooden counter ledge as he picked up another ball. She watched him lick his lips and then narrow his light eyes in concentration and he threw the second. Miss.

“What the fuck.” Daniel grumbled, grabbing the last one. His cheeks were slightly pink in embarrassment. He missed the last one too by only an inch or so. “Oh come on.”

Avalon hid her laughter behind her hands.

Daniel looked to the clerk who was retrieving the balls, “How much for the bear?”

“They’re not for sale.” the man said with an amused smirk.

“Please?” Daniel nearly begged. “I just want a bear to impress this pretty girl. Do me a solid, bro.”

“Should have better aim then, dude.” the clerk retorted. He fished around behind the counter and set a rubber duck with a little sailors hat on the surface, “Best I can give you is this.”

“Oh, great.” Daniel said sarcastically. “A pity prize.”

“Don’t be such a sore loser. My turn.” Avalon nudged him to the side. She handed over her two tickets and got three balls in return.

Daniel was left shocked as she hit every horse down and was passed one of the large teddy bears off the shelf.

“Thank you!” Avalon said to the clerk as she struggled to hold the bear that was almost the size of her. She turned to look at Daniel behind the bear as they started walking away, “Here. I won you the bear you wanted so badly.”

“What the hell? How did you do that?” Daniel gaped, helping her to hold the bear up off the ground.

“I played softball for a few years.” she said proudly.

“Damn.” Daniel tisked.

“Don’t be jealous. You got a cute duckie.” Avalon nudged him.

Daniel frowned down at the rubber duck in his hand.

Their last stop was the ferris wheel and after a bit of a lineup they were buckled into their seats with the huge teddy bear tucked between them. They fell into natural silence for a bit as the wheel spun them around slowly and at the top they could see a lot of Los Angeles lit up through the night. Daniel stared at her for a while as she looked out across the city and when he finally turned to admire the ocean, she stared at him. He must have been one of – if not the – most handsome men she had ever seen.

When the ride was over and their tickets were all used up, they headed back up the pier towards the parking lot by the beach. As they walked away from the fair the lights faded a little and Daniel glanced at her and her light fabric dress she wore.

“Are you cold?” he asked, breaking their quiet.

Avalon looked over at him but she couldn’t answer before he was shrugging off his jacket and draping it over her shoulders. She smiled softly and thanked him with a whisper.

They continued in peaceful silence and Daniel glanced down between them to her hand that wasn’t holding her bear. He discreetly reached out to brush his fingers over hers just to hear her gasp under her breath in surprise. They didn’t speak as they walked slowly and he slid his hand into hers, carefully lacing their fingers together as if he were treading in dangerous waters. But Avalon only looked up at him and smiled sweetly, holding his hand nice and snugly. He made her heart race.

They soon reached the car and he unlocked it so she could tuck the bear into the backseat. He stood a few paces away to just watch her, how she set the stuffed animal in the seat to make it look like it was actually sitting and buckled in. He was falling for her. He had never fallen for anyone and, gosh, it was only the first date.

Avalon closed the door and turned to smile at him, “He’s all buckled in.”

“Good.” Daniel whispered gently in reply.

He stepped closer as she opened the passenger door and he cautiously grabbed her arm to stop her. Her little gasp filled the space between them as he turned her around and gently leaned her back against the side of his car. The parking lot was quiet and they both took a second to stare at each other, standing so close they could feel each other’s body heat.

She could see the lights from the near distant pier reflecting in his eyes. He could see the stars in hers. His eyes focused on her face, down her nose, her neck, and lingered on her collarbones and curves of her breasts that pushed up the material of her soft brown dress. His jacket that was draped around her shoulder was slightly big on her.

Daniel spoke in a whisper, “Can I kis-”

She finished his question for him as she set her hand on his chest and leaned up to push her lips on his. They both froze for a moment in time, unmoving, still except for the light ocean breeze that ruffled their hair. Daniel’s hands finally moved to her cheeks, locking her lips with his in a soft kiss as they breathed in time together. They shared long lingering kisses, lips meeting and parting slowly in the nighttime air to the faint waves of the ocean on the shore.

Avalon’s arms slid around his shoulders and she tilted her head slightly to kiss him deeper, welcoming the flick of his tongue against hers with a small inhale. Their kisses were careful and still slightly hesitant but only growing deeper with time as tongues pushed gently against each other between mostly closed mouthed kisses.

Daniel moved his hands from her face down to her hips and gently led her back, breaking their kiss. They still stayed close as their noses brushed and lungs breathed in the sea air together as if they had known each other far longer than merely two days. He sighed lightly and left a few more soft kisses to her lips and she could feel his lashes brushing her cheeks when he moved and she inhaled the woodsy smell of his cologne as her eyes stayed closed a moment longer.

“Wanna come over?”

His words fell between them like a simple breath, holding the status of their early-stage relationship in its grasp. With eyes still closed, Avalon bit back a little smile and nodded gently, sliding her hands from around his neck to his shoulders.

“Yeah?” Daniel clarified.

“Yeah.” she whispered, pushing another kiss to his lips.

Both of them barely remembered getting in the car or driving out of the parking lot and the ride through the city streets was perfectly peacefully silent. They both had little smiles on their faces and Avalon was looking out the side window holding the little rubber duck in her hands on her lap, her lips tingling from where he had kissed her. He somehow managed to take her breath away so easily.

Daniel’s head was spinning. He was twenty-two, he had experiences with girls, but there was something about Avalon that was the first one to make him nervous. It felt so easy at Bluestone. He flirted, he sent his sweet smile, and got her number, but once he got to know her, it all felt so…real. He pulled up to a red light and coasted a stop. The roads were almost empty and the streetlamps that lined the sidewalks cast shadows and light across the interior of the expensive car. They made her dark eyes sparkle to the point where he reached over to set his finger on the side of her face and turned her to face him as he leaned in for another kiss. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Avalon smiled softly into it, gladly kissing him back, letting her eyes close and her senses to be captivated by him. She was already addicted. The light turned green and they barely even noticed until the car behind them honked. They shared nervous little chuckles as they continued through LA and towards Daniel’s house.

He surprisingly didn’t live in a mansion – Avalon had expected one for some reason – but Daniel pulled up into the driveway of a white-painted single storey house in the neighbourhood just out of downtown. It was nice. They both got out, not speaking a word as he plugged in his car and then led her up to the front porch. The teddy bear was left in the backseat.

The moment they were inside and the front door was closed, their lips found each other again like instinct. It was a mess of kicking off shoes and him leading her down the hallway to his room all while trying to stay connected by their mouths ungracefully. Avalon barely had a chance to even take in the sleek white and black accents of his bedroom before he was pushing off his jacket from her shoulders and she was working on the buttons on his shirt.

The rubber duck that was still tucked in her hand was haphazardly set on his side table as they fell onto his king size bed in a mess of sheets, limbs, and fiery kisses.

When their cravings had been filled and the sweat of the evening warmed their skin, they laid side by side under the white sheets, chests rising and falling in perfect time. Daniel had his arm around her shoulders and Avalon had hers resting against his bare chest, both of them laying in perfect silence as they wrapped their minds around the evening.

“I don’t sleep with guys on the first date.” she whispered.

Daniel shifted slightly to look her in the eye, “Was that…”

“No. It wasn’t my first time.” Avalon finished for him. “But I…I’ve just never…I’ve never slept with someone so quickly.”

“Is that a problem?” Daniel asked quietly, brushing her tangled blonde hair back from her face.

She propped herself up on her one arm and smiled softly and shook her head, “Not with you.”

Daniel swiped his thumb over her bottom lip, “Well…I don’t ever like women as much as I like you.”

Avalon’s cheeks flushed pinker than they already were and she leaned down to kiss him once.

“Stay the night?” he asked through a soft breath, dusting his lips across her cheek until shivers slunk down her arms.

Avalon smiled happily and nodded, resting her head down against his chest. Daniel pet her hair back and kissed the top of her head and she fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. The first night of the rest of their lives.

Detective Team: @jonahlovescoffee @randomlimelightxxx @stuffofseaveyy @hopinglimelight @tempus-ut-luceant @br4nd1s @xkelsev @hiya-its-amber @the-girl-who-cried-wolf @bessonbae

#🔪 #daniel seavey #why dont we #daniel seavey fanfic #daniel seavey imagines

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Bridge | 9x02

#if i don't gif Fuzzy Daddy enough i get withdrawals #Rick Grimes #* #rg #S9 #HELLO MY GORGEOUS OLD MAN #Papa Bear 🐻💕 #the v of his shirt would be a wonderful place to rest your face #i'm just saying #still want to rub his head like it's a crystal ball and i'm a cheap ass fortune teller at a county fair #brush his santa bear with your thigh #order me around pls #thanks #why are necks attractive i'm not a vampire #if i'm ever over this look i'm trying to communicate that i've been kidnapped and you should send help #fill me to the brim

[litwitlady]

Date Nights (5/5)

Read on Ao3.

Alex wakes up on Christmas morning at 4 am, unable to fall back asleep due to a mixture of nerves and excitement. Sliding out of bed slowly, he tucks the duvet around Michael and pulls on sweatpants as quietly as possible before heading into the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee.

While the coffee maker works, he plugs in the Christmas tree and the garland over the mantle, admiring the twinkling lights and carefully chosen ornaments. For Christmas this year, they’d gathered with their friends and family early and exchanged ornaments. Liz’s gift had been a cowboy alien, glow in the dark and bearing no resemblance at all to Michael. Rosa’s had been a beautiful glass bulb she’d hand-painted with the cosmos. Kyle’s a simple wood-carved Merry Christmas. Rosa had gotten a hold of it and painted it with various iconography of the holidays - lights, Santa hats, and reindeer faces.

Max’s had been a collection of simple red Christmas bells, their jingle light and tinkling whenever either of them accidentally bumped into the tree. Isobel’s expensive and crystal - a star with swirls that reminded everyone of the console tech in Michael’s bunker. Maria had given them a giant, purple eggplant ornament as a joke, but they’d still hung it on the tree anyway. Smiling fondly every time their eyes landed on it. She’d followed the joke with a gorgeous, brightly-beaded patchwork that she said reminded her of how she felt when their love bled over into her sight - colorful, lacking definition, and like the calm that only comes after the storm.

Michael and Alex had chosen the rest themselves. A mixture of whimsy and classic Christmas. It was hodgepodge and lacked any real thematic structure, but it was also beautiful, filled with love, and theirs.

Back in the kitchen, Alex hops up on the corner of the counter and sips at his coffee. He had planned to let Michael sleep in for once, to cook him breakfast and spend the rest of the day either in bed or wrapped in a blanket on the couch. Keeping his gift for Michael a secret until sunset. But that’s not going to happen. He’s too keyed up. Too anxious to wait.

Pouring a second cup, he heads into the bedroom and sets the coffee on Michael’s nightstand. He finishes getting dressed so that it’s less likely Michael will be able to seduce him back into bed, and then gently shakes him awake. It’s not even 5 am yet so he’s not surprised when Michael mildly panics at being woken up while it’s still dark outside. ‘What’s wrong?’ He reaches out to palm at Alex, needing to make sure he’s okay.

‘Nothing’s wrong, but I need you to wake up.’

Michael’s eyes crack open and he blinks away the sleep before responding. ‘What? Why? We were going to sleep in.’ His voice is soft and groggy.

Alex grabs the coffee and hands it to him, hoping the warm drink will lure him into a sitting position. ‘I know, but I’m too excited to wait. I want to give you your Christmas present right now.’

It works. Michael sits up to sip his coffee and stare at Alex skeptically. ‘You’re making me nervous. You’ve got that look Isobel gets when she’s about to do something she loves but everyone else hates.’

‘Wow, Guerin. And to think I was going to scramble eggs while you showered.’

‘I’m much rather you join me. Eggs can wait.’ He slides his hand very suggestively up Alex’s thigh but gets his hand lightly slapped before he can do any real damage.

‘Nope. I’m not letting you get me naked. Not yet anyway. Now, go get ready.’

‘Okay. Now I’m definitely worried. When have you ever turned down sex? I can’t recall a single time.’ Alex swats his ass as he heads toward the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Michael pads into the kitchen where Alex hands him a bowl of scrambled eggs smothered with melted cheese and freshly chopped chives. ‘Eat fast.’ Alex’s own bowl is already half empty.

He only takes a couple of careful bites. Not because the eggs aren’t good - they’re great. It’s just that Alex is not the big gesture type, and Michael’s not great at receiving gifts of any kind, large or small.

‘Alex?’ He doesn’t know how to ask what he’s about to ask.

‘Hmm?’ He’s finished his breakfast. Sitting on the counter, phone in hand. Probably texting all their friends Merry Christmas.

Michael takes a steadying breath. ‘This isn’t...I mean, this gift isn’t...a proposal, right?’ The thing is he’s racked his brain two days trying to figure out what Alex has been so anxious about. Two days of his brain circling back to this conclusion every time. A proposal. Some giant gesture. Something so unlike Alex.

And to be honest, the idea of marrying Alex isn’t what makes him nervous. It’s the idea that Alex is only doing this because he thinks that’s what Michael wants him to do or needs him to do or some reason equally as unsatisfying. Because Alex’s meticulous, risk assessing brain cannot possibly think getting engaged so soon is a good idea.

The look on Alex’s face is hard to read. He’s tucked his phone back into his pocket and his lips have thinned like he’s trying to smile but forgot how. When he finally speaks his voice is low. Undeniably sad. ‘No, Michael. It’s not a proposal. Not really. But I guess you could say it’s not not a proposal.’

Alex slides gingerly off the counter, landing on his left foot and unable to meet Michael’s eye. That’s when he knows he’s messed up.

‘I didn’t mean anything by that. I just don’t want you to feel pressured to do something you aren’t ready for yet.’

‘You still doubt me. That’s fair.’ He rinses his bowl in the sink, keeping his back turned. ‘Well, it’s a good thing I hadn’t planned to propose then. Maybe we should just head to the Pony instead. Help Maria set up the charity lunch.’ There’s a tremble in his voice that Michael hates.

Alex starts to walk past him, but Michael grabs his elbow, spinning him back around. ‘Hey. Hey, hey, hey. I don’t doubt that you want this as much as I do. But I do think you’d ignore your own feelings to put mine first. I want us to be on the same page. That’s all.’

Tears burn at the corner of Alex’s eyes. Michael reaches his hand up to brush them away, but Alex takes several steps back, swiping at them with the back of his hands. ‘You’re right. I don’t make big gestures. They terrify me. This terrifies me - that I did this thing without your permission. So I’ve been a nervous wreck for weeks. Worried that you would say no or laugh or something else you would never do but that my brain wouldn’t shut up about. And now, I’m pretty sure I messed up. Let’s just forget about it and go help Maria.’

He leaves the kitchen, grabbing his coat off the dining room table. Michael doesn’t move until he hears the front door open and close. The door slams shut hard enough that the windows rattle over Alex’s keyboard, and Michael’s knuckles whiten as he grips the countertop.

This scene an all too familiar memory. Emotions high and Alex skittering away.

Taking a deep breath, he tells himself no. This is different. They are different.

Alex hasn’t run away. He’s just outside waiting, getting some fresh air and calming down. Clearing his head. Because that’s what they do now. They take breaks when needed, but there’s no running.

Michael stuffs his feet inside his boots and drops his hat on his head, coat in his hand. He finds Alex exactly where he expects to, huddled inside his Explorer and the engine already running. When he opens the passenger side door, Alex even manages a weak smile. ‘Sorry.’

‘No sorrys.’ He buckles his seatbelt and reaches across to squeeze Alex’s thigh. ‘We have plenty of time to help Maria. I want my gift.’

Alex nods but doesn’t move to leave. He drums his fingers on the steering wheel, biding his time. Michael settles back in his seat to wait.

‘Promise me something.’ His fingers stop their tapping.

‘Anything.’

He shifts toward Michael as best he can with his seatbelt fastened. ‘If you don’t like the gift for any reason whatsoever, you’ll tell me.’

There’s no running and there’s no lying. ‘I promise.’

The drive out to wherever they’re going is quiet. Christmas music plays faintly through the speakers, but neither of them says anything. Michael’s not a fan of the tension between them, but the lack of anger or sharp words proves -- at least to him -- that they’ve really accomplished something by working hard to get to this softer place.

He watches Alex out of the corner of his eye. Eyes fixed on the road ahead and mind whirling. Every so often he takes a measured breath, loudly exhaling. The most obvious sign that he’s been back in therapy for a couple of months now. Michael aches to climb into his lap and soothe away all his worries, all his fears. But until he knows what this gift is, he knows he can’t.

About half a mile from Foster’s Ranch, Alex pulls the car off the road, coming to a sudden stop at the chained gates of the old Ellison property. Michael watches him climb out of the car and walk a few feet onto the ranch, ignoring the half-dozen no trespassing signs.

Worried that he’s about to have a panic attack, Michael follows him. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder and studying his face. Nothing seems wrong, his breathing even. ‘You alright?’

‘Yeah. What do you know about Ellison’s Ranch?’ His eyes dart back to the locked gate.

It’s a strange question, but maybe he needs a distraction. Michael’s happy to comply. ‘Uh, Old Man Ellison was a bigger dick than Foster. Died earlier this year. No family so the property was supposed to go for auction. About a hundred acres, give or take.’ He shrugs.

‘Hundred and one.’

‘What?’

Alex motions to the wide open expanse ahead of them. ‘One hundred and one acres exactly. Homestead property, used by the Ellison’s for horse breeding mostly.’

‘Okay.’ Michael’s not sure where he’s headed with any of this. ‘Ellison hated trespassers.’ He points back to the signs. ‘His ghost is likely to murder us if we stand here too long.’ He laughs at his own joke knowing how much Alex hates even the mention of ghosts.

But Alex just keeps staring straight into the distance. ‘We’re not trespassing.’

‘Signs beg to differ. We should just keep going, Alex. There’s nothing out here but dirt.’ He turns to head back to the Explorer, hoping Alex will do the same.

‘I bought this place at auction last month. Signed the final papers Wednesday morning. We’re not trespassing. It’s ours. Merry Christmas, Guerin.’

Michael stops dead in his tracks, spins slowly around. Alex’s hands are now in his pockets, shoulders tense. ‘What?’ He rejoins him, wrapping his fingers around Alex’s bicep. ‘You had this kind of money?’

‘No.’ He risks a quick glance at Michael and then back out toward the mountains. ‘It’s the money from my dad’s estate.’

‘Your dad left you his estate?’ That’s the wildest thing he’s said all morning.

Alex snorts. ‘Fuck, no. He didn’t leave me anything. Left almost everything to Clay, a bit to Greg. His weapons collection to Flint. Nothing to me.’

That checks out. Entirely expected. But rage boils just beneath the surface of Michael’s skin anyway. Alex is and always has been the best of them. And even if he is biased, that’s still the truth. ‘Then how?’

‘The auction notice was in the paper one morning when I was having breakfast with Greg. We talked about it. I mentioned how perfect the acreage was -- meant more for residential living than farming or ranching. Mentioned wanting something like this for me and you.’ He smiles, a real one this time. Full-bodied and bright. ‘A week later they wired me the money. Greg wanted nothing to do with dad’s legacy, and Clay wanted nothing to do with any of us, really.’

Michael gawks at him. Mouth agape and eyes wide. ‘It was enough?’

Alex nods. ‘For the property, yeah. Razing that old farmhouse and building a home of our own? That’s going to be up to us.’

‘A home of our own?’ He knows he sounds like an idiot. Repeating Alex’s simple words back at him. But that’s the best he’s got at the moment.

‘I thought maybe we could design a space that works for both of us. A space adaptable to my mobility needs, roomy enough to have friends stay whenever they want. A home meant for a family with a couple of kids.’ He pauses, lets that sink in. ‘A dog or two. Maybe some chickens and goats out back. Horses, even. Since there are already stables.’

Michael steps behind him, pressing his chest into Alex’s back and wrapping his arms firmly around his waist. ‘Keep going.’

‘A workshop for you. One that’s not buried in the ground. Where the sun shines on your face and the stars guide you at night. A soundproof studio for me so I don’t bother anyone trying to sleep. And anything else, Michael. Anything else you want.’ His voice falters the tiniest bit, low and strained with emotion. Another measured breath. ‘It’s too much. Right?’

Yes.

But the thing is, Michael can see everything Alex described. The house, the workshop, the studio. Even the goddamn horses. And all of that is nice. Perfect. The best dream imaginable. But what sells him is the mention of kids. Their kids. Their kids growing up here. Safe and loved. Chasing after chickens and crying over skint knees. Michael holding his little girl’s hand as she wobbles down the steps desperate to run after the dog while Alex follows with their son in his arms.

Suddenly, his mother’s words come to him, unbidden from where he’d locked them away. The words he’d kept for himself. Don’t be afraid to fight for your own happiness, my love. How easily she’d seen through him and known exactly what he needed to hear.

So, he fights.

‘Yes.’ He whispers the words directly into Alex’s ear. ‘But we’ve always been too much. Me and you. Why stop now?’

Michael kisses down Alex’s neck and holds him tighter while the sun climbs higher overhead, illuminating the desert morning stretching out around them. Cars pass behind them on the highway and somewhere in the distance, a rooster crows. He replays the scene in his head again -- their little girl tumbling down the stairs, Alex snuggling their son into giggles.

Alex has made him this promise, and now it’s his turn.

‘Hey, Alex.’

‘Hmm?’ Michael knows he’s lost in his own daydream. Perhaps the exact same one.

‘Marry me.’

#malex #malex fic #christmas fic #all done #not sure if there will be more #no promises but you can beg #lol

[dreamdropxoxo]

Sleigh

Laurent decided to keep the bow tied to his thigh. Just for researching purposes. He was really curious how long it would take for Damen to unravel and detach the bow himself, preferably with his teeth.

He never pretend to be an innocent and Damen knew it only too well. “Give me a minute,“ he pleaded when they parked at the company lot and Laurent was about to get out of the car.

“Of course. I‘m at you disposal, Santa,“ Laurent practically purred. Damen groaned and closed his eyes.

“Why? Why does it have to be a theme party?“

“Because it‘s fun, obviously. I like your brother already. Especially because he was the one to pick your costume. He made a very good first impression.“ Laurent trailed his fingers up over Damen’s arm. “You look exceptionally handsome tonight, Damianos. Almost as much so as when you wore that read jumper to our café date two weeks ago.“

He knew Damen hung on by a thread but he had no intention of pulling punches because of that. They had danced around each other for weeks now and Damen had kissed him. And instead of quenching the need inside of him it had only increased in urgency. Laurent had wanted this man for years now. He thought he deserves some sweet revenge. 

Damen stared at him with a dangerous glint in his eyes, he looked ready to pounce and Laurent knew that if they didn‘t get out of the car in the next ten seconds chances were high they wouldn‘t get out at all. 

He pushed the door open and climbed out and if his tunic rode up the slightest bit, well, accidents like that happen to the best. He knew he didn‘t imagine the whimper coming from inside the car. 

The location was wonderfully decorated and Laurent forgot for a moment that he actually didn‘t like Christmas. It just looked so pretty and glittering. Damen led him towards the bar with a warm hand on the small of his back. “You look really stunning, sweetheart.“

Laurent felt his heart skip a beat at the endearment. “My, thank you, charming fellow.“ The other guests were dressed as snowmen and -women, elves, reindeers, snow fairies, even Jack Frost seemed to be there.

“Damen! I knew this would suit you.“ They both turned around at the unfamiliar voice. Laurent saw another Santa Junior join them. This one however had a dark beard and looked older than Damen. Yet, the similarities were so striking that he knew immediately that this had to be Kastor.

“Kastor, thank you for organizing the whole event. It‘s perfect.“ Damen grinned brightly and drew his brother into a bear hug.

“Thank you. But who‘s your lovely companion?“ Kastor seized Laurent up. His eyes catching on the bow but otherwise being very respectful.

“Kastor, that‘s Laurent deVere. Laurent, that’s my brother Kastor.“

Kastor shook his hand with a broad smile. “You’re Auguste’s little brother, aren’t you? Not so little anymore if you allow me the remark. Damen is completely besotted. On Tuesday during dinner he couldn‘t stop talking about you. For the last three weeks at least.“ The words were out with a teasing lilt to them and Damen actually flushed. It looked adorable in Laurent‘s opinion.

“I‘m not surprised. I‘m a very enthralling topic.“ His smirk had to tell a story of its own because Kastor laughed and clapped a hand on Damen’s shoulder. “I like him. You should bring him to dinner next time. I have to excuse myself, I think Torveld just made an entrance and you know how he is.“ Damen’s face told Laurent that he knew exactly how Torveld was and that he was glad his brother was taking care of the man.

Kastor shook Laurent‘s hand again, wished them a lovely evening and disappeared. 

“I like him. You really should bring me over to dinner sometime. I might be an enthralling topic for conversation but I’m even more intriguing when I’m present.“ 

Damen’s face was so red, Laurent almost laughed. It took an immense effort on his part that he kept a straight face and looked around to give Damen some moments to get over his shock and embarrassment due to his brother’s words.

However, it didn‘t take long for Laurent to catch the next thing to tease Damen with. 

“Well, now tell me, Damianos, how vast are your responsibilities as Santa Junior?“ 

“I think I do about the same things as Santa Senior, just with less beard and more chest on display.“ He sounded cautious, as if he knew that Laurent wanted to torture him.

Laurent looked at the immense sleight again. “So, that would also include you sitting in your sleigh and letting people sit on your knees to tell you their wishes? What if my wish was very naughty? Would you have to punish me?“

Damen‘s eyes darkened again. He looked over to the sleigh and then back to Laurent, understanding dawning on his face. “Oh, that depends. You’re an elf in my workshop after all. I can’t tolerate insubordination.“ His voice was almost hypnotic. Laurent couldn’t look away.

“That‘s very true. What is an adequate punishment for disrespect?“ He stepped closer, one hand finding the open collar of Damen’s jacket. His fingers brushing over the naked skin visible between the V of the neckline.

Damen bowed his head down to whisper into his ear, it made Laurent shudder against him. “As you‘re already sitting on my knees in this scenario, I‘d just bend you over and spank you until you wouldn‘t even think about disrespecting me in my own workshop anymore. Or maybe I could bend you over the front of the sleigh and fuck you until you cried for mercy. What a pretty sight that would make. Or, even better, first one and then the other.“

Laurent bit his lip. Damn him, but Damianos really knew how to get him hot and bothered. And yet, they still had to have their second kiss. It was torture. Sweet, agonizing torture.

The complete calendar.

#captive prince #laurent #damen #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #damianos of akielos #laurent x damen #damen x laurent #lamen #kastor #advent calendar #sleigh

[renaerys]

PPG One-Shot: Form 8938 (Brick/Blossom)

Summary: Blossom returns home after a very late night spent working, only to find Brick still awake working on their tax return. She decides to help...

This one is for @genovah for the PPG Secret Santa! This Reds one-shot is highly NSFW so please read at your own discretion. Happy New Year, simps!

xxx

Brick was angry.

Blossom could tell from the way he said “It’s fine” when she apologized: like he was appraising the mediocre fifteen dollar table wine a guest brought to dinner to be polite. She glanced at the digital clock on the microwave behind him: 12:24 a.m. Yes, it was very late for a Wednesday. Her client was hoping to close an eighty million dollar Series D financing in the morning, and Blossom was all but fending for herself and the junior associate she’d sent home early out of sympathy for the girl’s personal life. Must be nice to have one of those lately.

“I am sorry,” she apologized again, dropping her bag in one of the empty chairs at the kitchen table where Brick was hunched over his laptop and a scattering of paperwork and receipts. She brushed her long, red bangs out of her face. “We’re closing tomorrow. It’s always herding cats at the eleventh hour.”

“I said, it’s fine.” Brick busied himself organizing papers that didn’t need organizing and didn’t look up at her. There were lines under his eyes. His tie was missing, and his collared shirt was aggressively unbuttoned as though he was too hot. His short hair was mussed. He looked tired, yet determined. He looked like he wouldn’t be sleeping tonight until their tax return was finally finished.

Blossom appraised him, considering. It was late. She was exhausted. A hot shower beckoned her out of her high-waisted skirt. But she felt a warm flutter down her spine at the sight of his fingers gripping his hair, a pen tucked behind his ear, and all this work he insisted on doing himself because it needed to be done right. If he was going to be up, he might as well be up with company.

She plucked the pen from behind his ear and chewed on the cap as she pulled the nearest document toward her. “Instructions for Form 8938,” she read the bold, black typeface and quickly scanned the first page. “Foreign financial assets.” She glanced at Brick, who watched her over his laptop. “I take it this is the first year you’ll be reporting your offshore accounts.”

“I’d rather not get nailed for tax fraud, of all the things.”

“How romantic.” She examined the report he’d begun filling out in his neat script. “Says here there’s a seventy-five percent penalty for fraudulent underpayment.”

“Fraud is hard to prove.”

She held his gaze. “Not that hard.”

The challenge hung over the kitchen table between them. Brick closed his laptop with a click. Blossom returned her attention to the IRS instruction printout and ignored the skip in her heartbeat.

“Let’s see.” Blossom leaned over the printed out instructions and Form 8938 itself neatly stacked next to them. “Line 3, Specified Individual…” She took a moment to review the defined term in the instructions and smiled to herself. “Married, filing jointly.” She checked the appropriate box.

The sound of Brick’s chair sliding across the hardwood floor and his footsteps coming around the table stirred something in the pit of her belly, but she didn’t look up, feigning total focus on her task.

“Part I. Foreign Deposit and Custodial Accounts Summary,” she read aloud. Splayed across the table in tidy piles were more print-outs: bank statements in English, French, and Spanish from a number of different institutions around the world. She selected the nearest one for an account in the Cayman Islands and stared for a long time at the healthy balance summary.

A sudden flush of heat hit her back through her silk blouse, and she shivered. He was right behind her. “I already did the math, over there.” Brick’s hand closed over hers and pushed it to a notepad full of his handwritten calculations. Blossom followed the parade of numbers to their robust summation, and she bit her lip. “Do you need me to check it?”

His voice was a murmur very close to her ear. “I already did.”

Of course he already did.

When his other hand found its way under the hem of her skirt, Blossom’s breath hitched. His fingers were unconscionably warm as they swept over the back of her thigh.

“What’s next?” he asked.

Blossom pressed her lips together to keep silent as his brazen fingers crept higher up her thigh beneath her skirt and his other hand pulled her bangs from her face.

“Next?” she asked, intensely focused on his thumb brushing the bottom curve of her ass.

He tucked her bangs behind her ear and pressed his lips to the shell. “You promised you’d help with the taxes.”

Goddamnit, she had promised that.

Returning her attention to the Form 8938 instructions, Blossom read aloud: “Part III. Summary of Tax Items Attributable to Spe—” She cut herself off in a breathy gasp when Brick pressed two fingers against her sex.

“Attributable to…?” His voice gave away nothing.

Blossom clenched her fist to get her bearings. He didn’t move his fingers at all, which was downright petulant of him. The instructions swam in her vision, and it took all of her willpower to resume reading. “Attributable to Specified Foreign Financial Assets.”  

His breath was warm at her neck, but his fingers were warmer as they hooked around the edges of her panties and dipped into her heat. Blossom went slack-jawed and closed her eyes. The urge to close her thighs and keep him there where she needed him most was almost overwhelming.

“Enter the following assets,” Blossom managed over the slippery sound of his fingers shifting.

“Can you be more specific?” Brick spoke for confirmation, because he was as pedantic as he was attractive.

Blossom moved her pen to the first line item: “Interest,” she said.

His hand in her hair yanked hard, and she hissed.

“Dividends,” she breathed.

He pressed a kiss that was more teeth than lips to the tender flesh behind her ear.

“Royalties—ah!”

Brick’s slick fingers pulled out and swept over her clit, and her elbows gave out along with her voice. Her body writhed, but the hand in her hair anchored her with a warning push of power that scattered down her spine in a thousand crimson sparks. Regrettably, he abandoned his impulsive detour and sank his fingers back inside her.

“Record the interest on my Cayman account,” he said conversationally, like a jerk.

Blossom’s hand shook as she picked up the pen she’d dropped and, miraculously, didn’t disintegrate it with her powers as she wrote down the number he’d previously calculated in his notes. “Can we just—”

“Move on to the next part. I don’t have anything else to disclose under Part III,” he interrupted, quiet but stern.

Tractable and much hotter than she was used to feeling, Blossom pinched her painted lips in a grimace and searched for the next section. Was she so pliant? So easy? No, never, that wasn’t her. She felt out of character, out of body, out of control…

And she reveled in it.

“Part VI. Detailed Information for Each “Other Foreign Asset” Included in the Part II Summary,” she read as he continued to massage her with languid resolve. “Enter a description of the account or asset. If the asset is stock or securities, include the class or issue of the stock or securities.” Blossom’s breathing deepened and frost froze the hairs on the back of her neck, but Brick’s warm lips melted it as soon as it bloomed.

“Example 16,” she delivered with iron goddamned resolve. “You own 100 shares of XYZ Company, an Italian S.A. A sufficient description is ‘100 shares of Class—ah Brick!”

He rubbed the pads of his fingers directly over her clit like he was out to unravel her, and he was absolutely succeeding as she lost her tenuous grasp on reality and shame and pushed back with Super strength. His free hand abandoned her hair and flew to her hip to lock her in place. Pressed flush against the growing bulge in his pants, Blossom tossed her head back on his shoulder and whimpered.

His voice in her ear was honey over hot iron. “You’re fucking soaked.”

Rare were the occasions when Blossom lost her head. She’d lost more than that when Brick walked back into her life after years out of sight, out of mind. But she had long ago accepted that a part of her had always belonged to him and always would, until the demise even their deified powers couldn’t save them from caught up to them, as it catches up to all mortals.

But for now, she could lose what remained of herself in his strong arms and that wicked mouth that challenged her dominance even now. Especially now, as she let him hear her pleasure while he fucked her with his fingers.

“I’m not clear on that last bit,” he said in that same, smooth baritone because he was once a villain and would never let her forget it.

Blossom snapped the pen like a twig and shoved her hips back against him. “One hundred shares of Class D stock.”

His laugh was not so smug anymore as long as she could feel his erection straining against the small of her back. “That’s my girl.”

He gave her exactly what she needed with a few serious strokes that snapped the taut coil in her belly and had her spilling her pleasure in his hand and her voice to the farthest corners of the room. Writhing, Blossom’s legs threatened to give out until Brick’s hands steadied her hips and wrenched her ponytail once more. His damp fingers left a dark stain on her skirt that she could not have cared less about right now.

She made a haphazard attempt to shove the ordered piles of paper and notes away, but gave up a couple seconds later when he’d gotten his belt unbuckled and entered her completely without hesitation. Blossom choked on a wanton sob and arched lower over the table to give him a better angle.

Behind her, Brick finally began to crack in earnest. “Fuck, Blossom… I’m not going to last—”

Blossom pushed back to meet his thrusts, her knuckles smoking with pink power as she held her angle and thanked their foresight for bolting this table to the ground in case of spontaneous Super sex after midnight on a Wednesday.

She smiled, euphoric, as their power mingled and she felt him near his brink. “So don’t,” she dared him, and floated off the floor and inch for a deeper angle.

Brick made a choking sound and came hard with his fingers knotted in her hair. Breathing hard, it took him a minute to recover from his stupefied high. Blossom hummed and sat up on her elbows as he slowly pulled out and adjusted his pants.

“Were you really listening to the instructions?” Blossom asked, pushing her sweaty and fast-freezing bangs out of her face.

Brick looped an arm around her waist to pull her against him. “Were you?”

His fingers brought her jaw in line with his, and he kissed her as deeply and longingly as a man who had much more than simply the carnal urge for release on his mind. The tax forms were hopelessly disheveled across the table’s surface.

She looped her arms around his neck. “Not really. We may have to go over them again.”

“Mm.” His red eyes were a dark carmine in the low lamplight, and Blossom felt her heartbeat quicken all over again to have his full and undivided attention.

“It’s after 1 a.m.,” she said.

“They’re not due until Monday.”

“Plenty of time to go over the numbers again.”

He chuckled, low and thrilling. “Only you could get me hard over following rules.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

His eyes fell to her lips. “The return’ll take up the whole weekend.”

“Well, I do have bootcamp with Bubbles on Saturday—”

“Skip it.” He gave her ass a promising squeeze, and Blossom gasped softly. “Some rules are better off broken.”

“You’re terrible,” she accused, as she often did.

“I’m right,” he returned in familiar, teasing kind.

“So you are.” She rose up on her toes to kiss him one more time. It would be a tired night and an early morning back to work, and the weekend couldn’t come soon enough.

After all, they still had the rest of Form 8938 to fill out.

xxx

That tax form is a real IRS tax form the I read carefully in its entirety all in the service of accurate simping. I copy-pasted the most titillating parts of the instructions into this fic. The shit I do for this ship, y’all…

Happy holidays, fellow simps!  

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