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krys-loves-otome · 8 months

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Hullooos Krys 🌸 May I ask for a Cloud or a Blanket? ✨

Hello, Alby! I can do both actually!

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Cloud: Share a fluffy conversation that you're proud of

“Pretty sure that Comte wouldn’t care about the cost,” he said, “but paper is still expensive, cara mia. Using the back is also a viable option, if you hate the front that much.” “It's… just frustrating,” Abby said, her voice quivering. “I can’t get it right.” "Get what right?” “The drawing… it… I can’t get it to look right.” “What seems to be the problem?” Leonardo set the paper on the drawing board, smoothing it out as best he could without smudging the pencil, and pulled up a nearby short table to sit on. After a moment, he changed his position to her right side, so he could freely use his left hand. “Everything looks so… stiff.” Abby bit her lip. “Well, it is a vase.” Leonardo smiled. “Not like it’s gonna suddenly jump in your lap like Lumiere would.” “You know what I mean… You and Vincent can make any drawing look so… effortless.” “Hmm…” Leonardo gently took her hand, tiny in his, and moved it across the page, taking her arm on a journey from one end to the other. “Have you been taught how to draw with your shoulder before?” “My shoulder?” Abby raised an eyebrow. “It’d be easier with your hand, wouldn’t it?” “You’re worried about stiffness, yeah?” Leonardo said, moving her arm in the same motion. “You’re so clenched up and tiny so much of the time, it reflects in your art too.” Abby watched as he guided her hand once again, making another long motion across the page. “Try moving like this.” “But the vase…” “Focus on loosening your arm up first. Make marks the way you like. Your hand and wrist will thank you in the long run.” He then released her hand, settling his in his lap. She bit her lip again, but turned back to her marks, unsteady at first, shaky and uneven, but she soon got the idea. “It feels… weird. Doing it like this.” “With a little more practice, you’ll be drawing much looser before you know it.” “Will this really help?” “Well,” Leonardo chuckled, “been doing this for the better part of 500 years. Hopefully I know what I’m doing at this point.”

From the 100 Prompts List Entry Starvation, Abby's entry

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Blanket: Share a snippet where a character feels safe and loved

"I think..." he started, his voice sounding a little stiff, "for now, you should get some rest, and we can talk some more in the morning. Okay?" He helped you to stand without another word, keeping an arm around your shoulders to steady you. You were too worn to argue with him. It didn't help that you liked how warm he was, how his steps matched yours as you walked. Even his light tobacco scent was soothing. He helped you into your room, pulling out the futon and blankets once inside. "I'll bring tea by in another hour or so, if you're still awake by then." "Hideyoshi..." you commented, looking away from him, "you don't have to. I know you're busy, so you don't- ." "The paperwork can wait, [Name]." You almost didn't believe what you were hearing. "Right now, it's best to get you relaxed and happy. It's not just you you have to think about anymore, right?" You swallowed, feeling your cheeks heating up. He pulled the covers back for you. "You hungry? Now, I know I shouldn't tell you that eating in bed all the time is okay, but we can keep it a secret between us, all right?" You still couldn't believe what you were hearing. If you didn't know any better, you could have sworn he pulled a switch and he was back to his old self, the worrying micro manager that, though he would bend the rules only sometimes, sounded more like a mother than your own mother did. Still, you couldn't help but be warmed by his worrying and gave him a small smile. "Would it be okay... if you stayed until I fell asleep?" His return smile was warm and affectionate, along with something you hadn't seen before. Still, you were too worn to question that look further, opting to just crawl into your futon and try to rest, like he said. Though you were facing him, you still didn't see his hand moving towards your hair, running his fingers into your scalp like he did before when he was comforting you. When was the last time someone had touched you like this? Did it always feel this nice? You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensations and feeling calmer by the moment, Hideyoshi's calm presence soothing you closer and closer to sleep. He might have been humming softly too, not that you could tell. Soon, warm darkness overcame you, feeling loved and comforted in a way you hadn't felt in a long time.

-From A Second Glance Part 1

Thanks for the ask!

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unhingedselfships · 10 months

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The party didn't start for another six hours or so.

Which meant now was the time to start prodding Kimi into moving.

Oh hair and makeup were quick with her, low maintenance as she was in those matters. And if she needed something more intensive, she'd get someone else to do it for her.

But clothes? Kimi had two settings.

Knowing exactly what she was wearing weeks or even months in advance and having it all laid out and ready.

Or, like tonight.

Sifting through more than one extensive closet with no idea what she wanted.

He was glad she'd already started.

Less glad she appeared to have already given up.

She was curled on the floor, in front of a full length mirror, chin tucked on her knees, staring loathingly at the reflection. Clothes were strewn every which where, and she had nothing but basic undergarments on.

Apparently it was one of those days.

"I'm not going," her tone was petulant.

"Do not be a child, Kimberly."

"I don't want to go."

"You wanted to this morning."

"I changed my mind."

"Why," he was rapidly losing patience with the girl.

She glared balefully at him over her shoulder, "Look at me. I'm fucking disgusting."

He felt his temper spike, “Excuse me? You’re insulting my taste?”

Huffing she turned back away from him, but still glared at his form in the mirror.

“You can’t stand there and tell me I’m objectively anything but unattractive. I fit no modern conventions. I appreciate that you like me, for whatever reasons I don’t understand. I don’t, and neither does anyone else.

Her shoulders slumped further, “Dai and Phe don’t count. Phe is attracted to everyone, and Dai probably only stays out of obligation at this point.”

She knew that was a lie, and quite harsh of her but she wasn’t feeling very kind or charitable just then.

Meeting his eyes in the reflection, “We all make poor choices sometimes. I’m yours.”

Watching him, the way his eyes and expression shifted in that subtle way that meant he was deciding how annoyed or upset by something he was.

Voice brisk, “Fishing for compliments, are we, now? Well, you won’t get any more unless you pick something pretty and put it on for me. I didn’t want to go to this either, but you said it would be fun, you said you would go, and I don’t intend to deal with those people alone. So get a hold of yourself and get ready before I get pissed off and do something we’ll both regret.”

She curled slightly tighter before letting out a long breath.

“Nothing looks right. Nothing sits right. I tried. I’ll- Figure something out. Sorry.”

Glaring petulantly at the piles of fabric, she let just the barest hint of teasing slip into her lightening tone, “What are you even talking about, you don’t do regret. And I hate fishing. Most boring anything ever. Next to golf.”

Was she being a child? Absolutely. Was it helping? Sort of.

Whatever worked.

Rolling her neck and staring at him from an awkward angle, “What color should I wear then? Help me narrow it down won’t you?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, “Wear something that will match what I’m wearing I guess?” he blinks, glancing at his watch, idea formed, “Hmm. Actually, I haven’t decided what I’m wearing yet. I think it will take me about twenty minutes to decide for sure. Now it’s possible that if someone shows up in my room with her own outfit ready before twenty minutes are up, my mind won’t be made up yet and I might just let someone else decide what I wear. But in twenty minutes, I think I’ll have made a choice on my own. So long, Kimberly! Good luck picking!”

And he turns on his heel and leaves the room.

Blinking at where he had been she huffs, before rising to toe through her options again. Her mood was only mildly improved but oh well, she could manage.

Or well, she thought she could.

Slightly sheepish and very pouty, about seventeen minutes later, still not dressed, she slipped into his room, two hangers in hand.

“I can’t decide.”

He glances at them before pointing towards the left option, “Alright, now you didn’t arrive here with your outfit chosen like I’d asked. But I’m a generous man, so I’ll let you pick my tie. Only the tie.”

He said that like his tie wouldn’t also decide most of his other accessories but she let him have the win. Verbally anyway. And set about choosing one she thought would suit the dress he’d chosen for her, mumbling to herself about how much easier he was to dress than she was.

He leaned over her shoulder as she sifted through her options, “I am much less picky than you.”

She snorted, choked on her breath, before laughing, “Liar!”

And so they bantered as they got ready, and if his touches were a little softer, a little more frequent, than they normally might be well. Neither of them was going to mention it.

#yakkimi #kadokura-verse #kadokura kenshi #drabble #one shot

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subqtaneoussmut · 11 months

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The Tea Girl's Gambit, Chapter Seventeen

Alexi was sitting right there.

Fuck.

He was looking at me with that new look he’d had for me lately—a gleam I only now recognized as something akin to hunger.

I stood frozen, my mind tumbling with vertigo. He’d watched me undress. He’d seen me look at myself—he’d seen me twirl! He’d heard me moan incoherently at my own reflection. Oh, this was bad. Hot blood was surging to my face.

Alexi smirked at me. “So it’s true. I should have known you for a girl sooner.” He stood. “Don’t worry, I’m from Faso. We don’t snitch.”

My mind reeled. “Y-you’re not, um...going to...?”

He was looking at me that way. A shiver of pure heat wetted my nerves and flashed through all my limbs.

“...tell anyone?” I finished weakly. I felt dizzy with whiplash. It was so unfair that this was happening again tonight.

Still smirking, he shook his head, not taking his eyes off me. It seemed as if he was savoring this?

My pulse quickened. What had Alexi even been doing, sitting in the dark like that? It was getting harder to think. I needed to slow my breathing—no, first I needed to figure out what was going on here. There had to be terms.

“You would just do that for me? What do you get out of it?” I tried to speak confidently but as soon as the words left my mouth, they sounded foolish. My cheeks grew hotter.

He came towards me slowly, so slowly. Giving me so much time, to do something...or not.

I could have fled, could have played for time, but instead I stood there, a tremble of hot fizzy nerves, waiting for him. The inside of my head was a welter of heat that made all my thoughts seize and fall over.

My breath came fast and shallow as he stopped right in front of me. He looked down at me with that knowing smirk and I blushed harder.

“You Yavanese, with your deals and your blackmail. You see transactions everywhere you look. I'll bet you thought I was a loyalist too, didn't you? I told you, on Faso we don’t snitch. My clan is used to hiding people when the Imperiat comes sniffing. I will ask nothing—no price. But, somehow I think, maybe you’d like me to?”

“I-I don’t know,” I choked.

I was breathing so fast I was almost panting. My chest was moving rapidly up and down, nipples stiffly poking through the thin fabric of my undershirt, stretched taut by my swelling breasts. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell his scent.

“Hmm, let’s see, shall we?” he murmured.

He reached out and caught one of my nipples.

I moaned a little and bit my lip, looking up at him with wide eyes, and he smirked.

“That’s what I thought.”

He gave an exploratory tug on my nipple and I quaked.

He shook his head wonderingly, “I thought it couldn’t be true, that my own eyes were deceiving me. But it’s true. You’ve turned girl, just like that. It was probably hiding in you all along. Look at you, wanting it so bad you can’t even talk.”

He twisted my nipple and I gasped and further drenched myself. I was dizzy with lust. My clit was aching.

“Such a slut,” he mused, releasing the words so deliberately that each one fanned my lust like a fire, my eyes rolling back under heavy lids and my legs squeezing together.

Some far-off part of me couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying this. I wasn’t at all averse to sex with Alexi, but I should at least be setting clear terms, clear boundaries, right? The rest of me felt deep under water, caught up head over heels in the intoxication of this amazing pleasure and...validation?

Yielding to him like this, instead of making me feel powerless, felt deliciously good, like thunderous rain after a years-long, parching drought. He was treating me like a girl and all I wanted was for him to keep doing it.

I knew that was bad as soon as I thought it—the conflation of girl-ness with being treated this way. I just couldn’t muster the will to care at the moment. Thinking about it made me feel like an imposter. I wanted to stop thinking. I wanted to be taken over, reduced to nothing, unmade. I wanted to have things done to me, things that would make my breath hitch and my knees wobble.

He released my nipple and trailed his fingers up, over my collarbone, lingering at my throat, over my jaw, brushing my sensitive earlobe (gasp), towards my lips. His gaze caught and held mine as he slipped first one, then two, fingers into my mouth. My eyes widened as he slid them slowly in, stopping at the second knuckle. Without any prompting, I began to suck.

“Good girl,” he whispered and I moaned, then blushed hotly at the noise I’d just made. I moaned again, in surprise, when he curled his fingers and hooked me by the inside of my cheek, then turned and began leading me back the way he’d come, by the mouth. I let him bend me forward and pull me along, my face hot and furiously red, my ass stuck out behind me, my crotch slick and pulsing.

As he turned and sat, he pulled downwards on my mouth and I stumbled to kneeling. Anticipating what was coming, I scooted forward a little, and he chuckled.

“Eager little slut, aren’t you?”

I reddened even more. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and wiped them on my face.

Surely feeling this much humiliation wasn’t supposed to make me this soaking wet, right? There must be something the matter with me, to respond this way. I squeezed my legs together. The thing was, I had been dreaming of his cock. It was such a nice cock…

I looked desperately up at him. Why wasn’t he taking it out? The thought brought on another wave of blushing. He looked back down at me, clearly enjoying the sight before him. He seemed content to wait and let me stew in my own juices until—what? I was tired of waiting.

“ah, Alexi,” I stammered.

“Yes?” He was grinning at me.

This was so humiliating. I closed my eyes.

“Your c-cock,” I choked.

He laughed at me. “You want it, yes?”

I nodded, my face burning.

“Not a very polite way to ask, is it?” His grin was only getting wider.

“Alexii,” I moaned. To get any redder would be physically impossible.

He lifted his hips off the chair and skimmed off his slacks down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and my gaze immediately fastened to his hard, bobbing length.

I unconsciously licked my lips, and leaning forward, I managed to slip the head of his cock into my mouth. I savored the groan he made as I swirled my tongue along the underside of the tip. I was in no hurry to go deeper. I brought my hands up to steady the base as I licked. Alexi’s eyes were hooded as he watched me.

Finally, I tried to take him deeper. I began choking fairly quickly from being so new at it, though, and had to settle for a happy medium.

Each time I glided my tongue along his length, a delicious wave washed through me and my pussy pulsed, which made me moan onto his shaft. I could feel moisture sheeting down my thighs. At one point, I put a hand down to steady myself and realized that I’d been dripping so much that a literal puddle had formed under me.

Alexi grabbed me by the hair, close to the head. The sensation sent a spark right to my clit and I moaned as he backed me off his cock.

“You still need practice with that,” he informed me.

I wiped my mouth, blushing. “S-sorry, ah, Alexi, can we, um, f-fuck?”

He smirked, still holding me by the hair. “What an eager little plaything you're being for me.”

Hearing that, I shuddered and squeezed my legs together. He chuckled at my reaction.

Mortified, with my face heating, I looked up at him, wide-eyed. Was he not going to fuck me? I was so turned on and desperate to cum that the thought made me panic.

He must have seen it in my eyes because he stood, with a fist still locked in my hair.

“Up,” he said shortly. “Over the desk.”

He kept his hand at the same height so that when I rose, I was still bent over. He led me over to the desk and pushed me down over it, so that my top half was folded over it. I arched my back and extended my rear, both my palms and one of my cheeks pressed into the cool wooden surface. I felt the edge of the desk against the tops of my thighs. It was high enough that I had to use the tips of my toes to touch the floor.

Alexi let go of my hair and I felt his fingertips trailing over my bottom cheeks and then carefully trace my labia, which made me gasp and my pussy spasm. I heard him make a low whistle of exclamation or appreciation and I blushed.

Then he dipped a finger into me and I whimpered, twitching. He slid it in so easily, because I was so wet, that he soon added another one. I juddered and panted as he slowly finger fucked me. The whole time, he kept up a soft, relentless stream of words that kept me squirming and red-faced.

“I saw what a mess you made on the floor. I’m going to have you clean that up later. Would you lick it up for me, if I told you to? I bet you would. You would probably get off on that. I bet you’d like me to make you crawl, wouldn’t you? I can see you dripping and leaking like a faucet from here, do you know that? I can literally watch your pussy respond to the things I say.”

I groaned. “Alexi, p-please, I-I can’t—ah,” I gasped, “I-I need—oh!”

He curled his fingers inside of me and I squeaked. “What now, you soaked little slut?” I could hear the smugness in his voice.

My cheeks flared hot again. “P-please, um, fuck me,” I choked.

He swore softly. “I cannot believe how cute you are.”

I gasped as I felt the head of his cock brush against my lower lips, then there was pressure and then—

I arched my back and tilted my pelvis as he slid into me. My eyes rolled and I whined.

“God, you’re tight.” He pressed slowly deeper, eliciting more breathy, high-pitched sounds from me.

Alexi reached forward as he bottomed out in me and palmed one of my breasts, reaching around it to pinch my nipple. I mewled as he withdrew and then thrust slowly back in.

The sensation of his cock sliding into me was incredible. As his hips pressed flush against my ass and he filled me again, I heard a gasping, incoherent babble of noises and then realized I was the one making them.

Slowly, oh so slowly, Alexi began picking up speed, and each time he slid fully into me, his hips pushed mine further up onto the desk, so that my toes were barely touching the ground anymore.

All of my body weight was now resting on the surface of the desk, with no purchase or control over how my weight was positioned. I could no longer push or press back against him to meet his rhythm, only gasp and squirm as he fucked me.

I spread my arms out, my hands fluttering for something to hold on to. He released my nipple, grabbed both my forearms and pinned them behind me. I could only moan helplessly as he slid back into me, holding me down by my crossed wrists. As he filled me, he used his grip on my arms to pull me further onto his cock, and my eyes rolled as I soaked his length.

My undershirt was rucked up over my breasts. With each thrust, my sensitive nipples dragged against the sweat-slicked surface of the desk. My voice had leapt out of reach of my conscious control and was busy forming an endless series of pleading, breathy, high-pitched moans.

I felt myself reaching the precipice of orgasm. Each time he slid all the way into me, I was tossed higher and higher, and held closer to the edge, above the eventual drop. His rhythm brought me up, and up, closer and closer, holding me just out of reach.

I tried to urge my hips back to meet his cock as it entered me and he laughed. “You make such a desperate little bitch,” he teased.

I moaned eagerly, my face bright red with humiliation. He slid into me again, and again, never breaking his rhythm. I was so, so wet.

“I’m going to enjoy using you as a way to unwind. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Picture yourself, just as you are now, just as desperate, pleading—”

I felt myself teeter over the edge and implode, whimpering and shaking as I came, hard. As the orgasm ripped through my core, my pussy tightened and spasmed on Alexi’s cock and his own breathing grew ragged. He thrust once more deeply into me as I moaned and writhed, and then he was groaning and shaking as he came inside me.

As the tide of pleasure receded from my limp, shuddering body, Alexi released my arms and stepped back, sliding out of me. I grabbed feebly for the edge of the desk and tried to get my feet under me, but all I could do was slow my shaky, slippery slide to the floor.

I slumped against one of the legs of the desk, still quaking with aftershocks. My crotch was sopping. There would be a puddle. Belatedly, I realized Alexi was watching me from the chair with a smug grin.

He beckoned. “I said I’d have you clean with your tongue, remember?”

I flushed dark red. “The floor? Alexi…” The idea was absurd, and yet—my breath hitched at the thought.

He smiled brilliantly. “Maybe later. For now, just my cock will do.”

I crawled shakily over. His cock was glazed with our shared juices. As I took him into my mouth, another surge of arousal hit me and I squeezed my legs together. The texture of the cum was silky on my tongue as I lapped it up. I felt more of it dripping out of me and sliding down my inner thigh.

My cheeks burned as I felt myself getting turned on again. I looked up at him, and licked my lips. My clit was throbbing again. He grinned wolfishly down at me and patted my head.

“See you after dinner,” he said, rising.

I stifled a sigh as I watched him dress. I desperately wanted to be cuddled. Or even just held. My heart sank. Oh, well.

He left and I wrapped myself up and staggered towards the washroom. I’d never experienced an orgasm of such intensity before. Dazedly, I wondered whether I would be able to concentrate on exams now.

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dearcraziness · 9 months

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Chapter 35.

Early sunny morning is one of the most pleasant and fascinating sights. It's quiet and peaceful around, only sometimes you can hear the voices of birds flying by and the rustle of leaves in the wind...

However, at such a time, some have already woken up, were doing their usual things. Of all the friends, Bendy woke up, and soon Lara. They were in their rooms and their activities were quite similar. However, soon Bendy finished his business in his room and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He wanted to cook the dish quickly, because he knew that the others would wake up soon.

Soon Lara, solving Sudoku, felt a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, and decided to go for breakfast. Entering the kitchen, the girl saw Bendy muttering incomprehensible words to himself. She smiled and said, "Hi, Bendy."

Oh, hello, Larry! "he turned around and looked at her, smiling. "Please sit down, breakfast will be ready very soon."

"OK." she replied.

Bendy looked at her happily, and soon he also sat down at the table, and they had breakfast together. After Bendy went to wash the dishes. Lara was sitting at the table and, after a little reflection, asked, "Bendy, were you going to do some long-term chores today?.."

"Mmm, no, I don't think so," he answered and looked at her. "... Did you want to do something interesting together?"

"Yes, I found out about one interesting place. I read about it in my new magazine, and it described in detail the distinctive features and main attractions of this place!"

"Oh, sounds great! We will leave right after we collect the necessary things for our trip..."

Bendy collected all the necessary things in his room. The young man went to Boris's room to warn him that the imps would be gone for a while. Entering the room, the imp saw how the mechanic was disassembling some devices at his desk. Bendy came up and exclaimed, "Hello, Boris! Listen, Lara and I are going to the new interesting place, so we won't be home for a while. Do you need help with any task?"

"No, I don't..." Boris replied without taking his eyes off his work. "Besides, I don't have too many tasks today. And, if anything, Alice will help me..."

"I'm already helping," Angel said as she entered the room. "Here's the screwdriver you couldn't find yesterday. It was in the storage room."

"Really?.. Hmm, I didn't notice... Thank you, Alice. And can you help with some more work? Since Bendy and Lara are going on a little trip."

"Okay..." Alice replied. "We also need to go on a trip sometime."

"Well, later..."

"Of course," Alice said and then turned to Bendy. "And this interesting place was published in a new magazine about magical sights?"

"Yes, Lara found it there."

"I see... I hope I'll read this magazine soon too. Unless, of course, Boris has another urgent task."

"It's not urgent, I just don't like to leave things for later. If you want, you can do something else."

"Come on, I was joking," Alice smiled. "I'm always happy to help you."

"So am I." Boris smiled.

Bendy realized that Lara was raedy, and decided to hurry up.

"I have to go now... Good luck with your work!"

"Have fun..." Boris answered.

Bendy left the room and headed for the hallway. He saw that the girl wasn't there yet, and took things from his room. Very soon Lara also came out.

"Now we are ready..." Lara said.

"Which place exactly are we going to?"

"To the 'Ice Castle' or, as it is also called, 'Aishloss'. Inside it, as it is written in the magazine, everything consists only of ice, despite the fact that it is located in a place where trees and bushes are constantly blooming..."

"Wow, what an amazing place! " Bendy replied. "I can't wait to see everything live..."

He took Lara's hand, the sweethearts went outside. The weather was wonderful and very warm, the buds on the trees were blooming everywhere, birds were singing. The devils looked at the landscape around them with a smile on their faces, went a little further and teleported.

Bendy and Lara saw in front of them a huge dark blue castle with pointed towers, from which a frosty cold breathed.

It was a little chilly in the castle itself, and, as it was written, all the objects around were icy, but this ice was somewhat harder and darker than usual. Bendy and Lara entered a hall with bluish lighting, in which there were many crystals shimmering brightly in the light, as well as several vases and jugs were glittering and flickering.

"Wonderful place..." Bendy began. "So many delightful decorative items already in the first hall..."

The devils heard a quiet echo sweeping through the castle...

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otherworldly-crying-lightning · 2 years

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Geralt

Her slick dripped onto his skin and he knew it's been a great idea to take advantage of the mirror in the room. Tomorrow they'd leave this town and the comfort of a room, so there wouldn't be a mirror for at least a few days. Also he wanted her to have a good look at how beautifully her stomach would bulge to his length. He thought she might like that.

"Here.", he wrapped his fingers around hers so he could guide her strokes, showing her just how he liked it. "Run your thumb over the head.. Yes, like that. Good girl."

He watched her reflection in the mirror, guiding her hand to jerk him a bit faster and pressed her fingers tighter to his already hard meat, panting. His other hand ran down her stomach, finding its way to her core so he could circle his digits slow and intensely over her swollen clit, feeling her wetness increasing even more.

"Let me help you.. Lean back a bit.", he murmured, waiting for her to do as he told her before getting hold of his cock. He wettened it with her slick as well, making sure to lube his whole length with it before bringing it in the right position. Through the mirror he could see how sore she was from the past day and it made him want to ruin here even more.

"Relax now." He didn't work her out beforehand, knowing it wouldn't be as easy as their first time but she wouldn't be so extremely tight anymore. So he pushed against her, his feet found grip on the sheets as he slowly entered her, stretching her tight cunt wide apart. A deep moan escaped him, loving the sight of him stretching her out and the feeling of it on his head. "Gods.. You feel incredible.." He knew he told her the day before but he just couldn't get over the fact how good she really felt and he had the strong urge to tell her again and again.

Geralt slowly pushed his way inside, making sure to take his time so she could adjust to every inch of him entering her insides. Only when he felt he couldn't go any further he ordered her to sit up again, so they both could watch the buldge of her stomach in the mirror. "Hmm.. Isn't it beautiful?"

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moash · 3 years

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i am curious to hear the other directions u didnt like about row! u have good takes ♥️

aaaaaaa thank you, idk honestly, my brain wheels are just sort of spinning tonight about different things. row for me was probably the weakest book of the series, just organizationally there was a lot going on and characters disappeared for a long time and then by the time they showed up again you had lost the forward momentum for their arc. i saw a review of row that also mentioned that none of the original main trio (kaladin, shallan, dalinar) actually really did much that was plot important. the stuff w kaladin in the tower, much of what he did didn’t actually change much, shallan didn’t really actually help adolin in the trial he plot was personal, and dalinar... well like dalinar did basically nothing except that one bit at the end where he went to see ishar and ishar was like “follow me for a plot thread for the next book ;)” thinking about dalinar especially, like we’ve talked before about how following ob dalinar in row is so colossally disappointing. i also saw a post recently about how cool it would have been if moash had had a scene where he saw what venli was doing for the singers, and acknowledged it without turning her in, bc it would fit w his character so far, and help round him out a little. and i was struck by just like.... yea.

it also doesn’t help that i have a friend who’s reading wok rn and texting me updates, and she got to the chapter where dalinar is digging the latrine (one of my favorites!!) and this is something she and i have talked a lot about wrt our dnd games, but like when he says “if they had the technology to make shardblades, why didn’t they make shard-tools to help the common people? why are there only weapons?” and it’s like that whole idea of like how do we get out of a mindset of thinking only about war and violence, and move to thinking about how we can build and make life easier. i just feel like that idea hasn’t been carried through as much as i hoped when i first read it, and being reminded of it today reminded me of where dalinar is at now and so on and so on.

also also i’m working on this fic and it’s a moash redemption arc right, but the more i get into the more i’m like, ok well so i do think there’s going to be a moash redemption arc in canon (brandon sanderson do not interact) but i bet it’s just gonna be like, so regret self-flagellating, you know? which is a mindset i (catholic) am trying to get out of more and more in my writing. i don’t think he should feel too bad about killing elhokar or roshone, but to be clear, the other stuff in row is fair game.

idk!!! im just sort of thinking about the book, and like. i think i would like to reread ob and row back to back, bc in my head there’s so much disconnect between where we left the characters in ob and where they started in row, part of that is the time skip, part of that is the way i marathoned the first three books and then had to wait for row to come out, but idk there’s just thoughts bouncing around!!!! that post about lirin was good, honestly i didn’t really know what lesson we were supposed to get out of those kaladin and lirin scenes. i’d like to reread w more of a focus on those things.

#long post (remorseful)#sanderson critical #rhythm of war #the stormlight archive #discourse #yea like idk i'm not trying to get into anything about any of this #but like i just think row was maybe the weakest book so far?#i still really liked it!!!#but there's a lot of stuff that just like #didn't sit right that on further reflection is like hmm #thanks for the ask ella 🥺#bridgefourisgayrights #ask #original

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min-jpg · 3 years

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pretty boy

Characters: Sub!Childe, Sub!Xiao x Dom GN!reader (separately)

Genre: smut/NSFW, costume play, cussing, begging, spanking, thigh riding, choking, mirror play, degradation (TW: mean asf to Childe and blood included)

Note: writing smut is so different from reading HAHSHFKFE;; since I'm still inexperienced, I decided to experiment with 2 of my favorite boys first. Enjoy!

Now playing: TENDER - Erode

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Childe dressed in a bunny girl suit.

The upper half of his body bent over, his chest heaving on the bed. Childe's arms were bound behind him, shackled together with a handcuff.

Sitting beside him, you sneered at the sight. "Sticking your ass up like a whore. Waiting for someone to fuck you senseless?" Without warning, you swung your arm in wide motion and connected with his ass to spank him. Childe's body jolted from the impact, erupting a heavy moan as well. His bottom half shivering, as if he was wagging his cute little bunny tail that was attached to the costume.

"You liked that? Looking like a bitch in a heat." Smacking him numerous times earned more lewd noises from him.

Childe's breathing labored as he glanced at you. He beseeched with his gaze, waiting in anticipation. He rubbed his thighs together in a hasty manner to augment friction between his pantyhose and erected manhood. "M-more."

You smirked at the bewitched state he got himself into just by your spanks. Feigning a dull expression, "More? Why don't you do something about it yourself?"

Childe gradually stood up, his desperation burgeoning every second. With an ungainly movement, he mounted himself on your thigh. As his length came in contact with your lap, Childe let out another cry.

"I didn't even touch you, slut." You chuckled as you observed him straddling on your thigh. Though, his advance was far from being graceful since he had his hands restrained. You still considered it adorable of him to take the initiative.

Like a rabbit in their heat cycle, Childe rubbed his dick against your skin. His hips bounced back and forth, each stroke bestowing surges of pleasure throughout his body. Mouth agape, Childe does not shy away when it comes to expressing his moans.

You felt chills traversing down your spine as you watch him fuck your lap, his thighs clamping onto yours as if clinging onto dear life. There was something so exhilarating about seeing Childe so fixated on one of your mere body parts. He was eagerly using your thigh as an object to appease his sexual urges.

As his limbs grew restless, Childe lost his balance with nothing to grab. To secure him in place, you rested your hands on the sides of his waist.

You pressed down, causing his cock to burrow further into your skin. Startled by the development in pleasure, his head flew back as he groaned, back arching. Childe maintained his pace as he vigorously grinds against your lap. You assaulted his bared neck with a relentless bite, welcoming every vibration palpitating through his throat coming from his lascivious moans.

Blood trickled down from where you nibbled him, tasting iron in your mouth. Your chest reverberated a dark chuckle when you pulled away to relish the mark you left on the body that tacitly belonged to you.

Tracing the mark with your thumb, Childe eventually lowered his head. Those lustful eyes met yours. You shot back a glare, "Did I ask you to look at me?" Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you forcefully tugged his head back, drawing an alarming yelp from him. "Keep that little head of yours concentrated on grinding, hmm?"

"Y-yes... I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Childe gasped out. You ignored his pleas and resumed to persistently gnawing his neck at various spots.

As you covered his pale neck with bruises, Childe's pitch grew higher. The urgency in his vehement thrusts motioned he was approaching orgasm, "Gonna come!"

Your fingers laced around his neck, "Who said you could?" Tightening your grip, Childe began to choke as his air passage was slowly shrinking.

As his eyes rolled back, Childe continuously beg in between his weeps, "Please let me come! I want to come, so badly! Please, I've been a good boy."

"You're such a dirty whore for me." You grasped a steady grip on his ass and fondled with it, "Hurry up, before I change my mind."

Childe humped harshly against your skin, "Thank you, thank you so much." Even you could feel the severe abrasion forming on your thigh from his efforts.

Achieving orgasm, a puddle formed in between his legs which finally caused him to slow down. His essence oozed under the costume. Childe collapsed forward, forehead resting on your shoulder as he panted, sweat dripping down. He carried on with perpetual murmuring words of gratitude, as if in a trance.

"You dirty, pretty thing."

Xiao dressed in a maid outfit.

His attractive slim neck was embellished with a jade green ribbon that coordinated with the highlight on his hair. Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Xiao shyly concealed his gaze by peering down. He kept his hands occupied by fiddling with the frills from the dress.

You stood beside Xiao as you admired how fitting he looked in that costume, "Lift the dress up." Your voice firm. It was an order, not a request.

Xiao quietly complied with your words, picking up the one side of the hem.

"Do it properly." Your tone grew stern, making Xiao whimper silently to himself and pulled up the dress completely to expose what lies under.

You hummed pleasantly, "So you even wore lace underwear? What a slut." Shuddering him to the core with your mild degradation, it manifested a tent beneath the white underwear.

A frigid breeze made its way through the aperture in his thighs that were exposed, causing Xiao to squeeze them shut. The weights on his legs that wore knee-high stockings shifted from one to another. You leisurely walked behind him, resting your chest on his back.

Your arms snaked around him, enough to make Xiao aroused as he felt sparks from your sensual touch. Burying your head in his shoulder, you immersed yourself in his scent. Your breath tickled his skin, inflicting lust in Xiao even further.

"You're so pretty, such a good boy for me." Muttering praises to make up for your mean bearings earlier, your hands explored his heated body in the process. Viewing the mirror, a damp spot surfaced on his underwear. It was a living exhibit of how turned on he was. Reaching the bottom where his member lies, you slipped your hand into the underwear, earning a yelp from Xiao.

Your fingers danced on his already wet tip, an attempt to provoke him further. Your touch was intentionally brief, never staying too long. His tip never failed to twitch cutely to seize your attention. Xiao desperately thrusts his hips forward, seeking to engage with your hand.

"Impatient? Then beg for it." You whispered into his ear, watching him succumb to your handlings. Raising his head by tilting his chin with your other hand, Xiao's shriveled pupils met your eyes through the reflection of the mirror. His flushed face was accompanied by eyes brimming with tears threatening to spill out.

"P-please... please make me feel good. Please, please, please!" Chant of pleas cascaded from Xiao's lips, his voice quivering. It was almost impossible to resist consuming him whole right on the spot.

"So cute..." You kissed his hair. Seeing how hard he tried, you ought to show some leniency. "Keep holding the dress up for me." Pulling down his underwear, you instantly switched the gear. You worked on stroking his length in a calculated rhythm. Xiao gasped as his knees buckled and his entire body convulsed. You felt his cock pulsating around your palm, signifying how much he craved and depended on your touch alone to send him to his climax.

Xiao mewled and leaned forward. His trembling legs could no longer support him. You took note of this and hoisted him up with a tight embrace around his waist, meanwhile hastening your pace around his stimulated cock. You made sure to also rub the head with your thumb once in awhile.

Succeeding sweet moans coming from Xiao saturated the room as he fits in your name in between, "I'm going, to.. c-come." He formed incoherent sentences in the nigh of his sexual gratification. Xiao instinctively grabbed your arm and let go of the hem. Distressed to hold onto something as pleasure throbbed throughout his body, his nails dug into your skin.

"Going to come for me like a good boy?" You kissed the nape of his neck. He nodded fervently, hips once again jerking forward as he shot strings of cum, permitting one final deep moan in the process. The white substance splattered against the mirror. His moan transitioned to series of pants as he drooled, body slumping, and eventually went numb.

"Look at how beautiful you are."

#childe smut #childe x reader #childe genshin impact #xiao smut #xiao x reader #xiao genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines

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fangirl-everythang · 3 years

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Mirrors C.T.H

Summary: Calum and Y/n's schedules haven't lined up in a while. When they finally do, Calum decides to try a reflective persuasion if you will.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Swearing, Spit, Slapping( well maybe one), Just lots of smut.

Word Count: 2691

A/N: This was inspired by @ContentCalum on Instagram. 10/10 recommend for short blurbs. (ALSO posted on Wattpad)

Can't wait to see you, princess, xxx.

That was the last text I got from Calum after he told me he was coming home. Today was my day off so I spent the day doing some housework. The four of them really do a number when they're together. Recently our schedules haven't been matching and I rarely see him. Just brief periods between my early work schedule and his unpredictable night/ whenever the fuck Michael wakes up studio times haven't left us much time together.

While that's in the oven I can shower. Deciding against pajamas I just grab one of Calums shirts because it smells just like him. Usually, I wouldn't wear a bra but a bralette won't hurt. With the hot steam rolling down the sides of the shower, I let the water hit my sore muscles. Work has been overly stressful. Between this new launch and creating a new marketing scheme, you would think we were planning the Met Gala. Putting those thoughts work thoughts aside, lathering and scrubbing every area of my body that has seen this house today. Afterward gotta lotion up because ashyness is not an option, sliding on the matching lace panties and Calums shirt that comes down to my mid-thigh.

Going back downstairs to turn the oven off I get started on the sides. Cauliflower mac and cheese isn't as bad as it seems, hopefully. "Duke do you think your daddy will notice?" He looks at me with those cute eyes, not a care in the world, guess not. The sound of the door opening has Duke happily barking and running away from me. Following not too far behind our fury son I see Calum kneel next to Duke.

"Hey Bud, did you miss me?" he asks playfully petting the sweet creature. He cuddles into Calum further when he looks up at me, "Hi princess."

"You know I think it's unfair when you ask Duke does he miss you when I'm standing right here." I grin. He stands up grabbing my waist "Well I know you missed me love." he smiles.

"Did I? You're kind of annoying." He gasps playfully holding his heart. Leaning my head back I reach up to kiss him. He takes his time bringing his lips to mine so I put my hands on his cheek and bring him closer. His soft lips against mine send me into a frenzy. God, I've missed him like crazy. Parting all too soon he leans his forehead on mine. "I love you." he rasps.

"I love you too bub." I grin going back into the kitchen. "Did you want to eat first or?" I ask looking at him questioningly.

"It's 4 pm Y/n." he chuckles. Well, we can eat later then, he concludes.

"Well, it's our first time together in forever, what now?" He has a smirk on his face and reaches for my wrist. "What is it Cal?" he walks away and up the stairs leaving me to follow him. I should turn the oven off. Glancing over to Duke he's in his little bed laying down. Being so cute I had to take a picture...or three. Taking my time up the stairs to admire the pictures of the cute doggo, "Cal look at these pictures of Du-What are you doing?" He continues to play with the reflective furniture.

"Do you know how good you look in the mirror? I couldn't stop thinking about all the dirty pictures you sent me," He stares at me through the mirror. "You're lucky I wasn't here babygirl." My cheeks flush as he pushes me closer to see our reflections dancing in the mirror with a tight hold on my hips.

"You're my distraction," he whispers as he slowly begins sucking underneath my ear, leaving kisses down my neck. My heart rate increases as his tongue touches a sensitive spot, shivers running down my spine. "As much as I want to tell you how beautiful you are, well you've been a bad girl hmm?" His hand lightly trails across my neck, his eye contact never leaving as he snakes his other hand towards my front over my clothed womanhood. "Answer me." His grip becoming more firm on my neck.

"Yes daddy." he hums in approval as he lifts his shirt above his head exposing his tan torso. "Look at how sexy you are baby." but he didn't seem satisfied when my eyes stay glued to the ground. He could have any girl he wanted and yet he chose me. I'm not skinny whatsoever. I have more tits than ass and rolls for days. The stretchmarks that litter my body don't bother me but most aspects of everything else does. His hand reaches for my hair in a tight fist forcing me to look up at our reflection, my core aching at the sudden pull. "I'm speaking to you." he says very sternly, "I guess I'll just have to make you listen."

Stripping himself of his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of the mirror he opens his legs and pats me over. "Sit." I obey him, anticipation building in my core. His hands roam my body freely lingering wherever they please. He begins attacking my neck slowly dragging his finger across my thigh "Look at you, acting like a good girl hmm?" he moves the cotton fabric up to my waist giving him a view of my panties from the mirror "'gonna be good for daddy?"

I nod silently, he shakes his head in a disapproving manner. "Use your words Love."

"I'll be good for you daddy." he hums in approval, spreading my legs apart. He traces his finger along the outskirts of my panties, my hips thrusting lightly "excited now are we?" he smirks looking at the wet spot through the mirror. Calum slides the thin material to the side, lightly grazing my clit. My eyes momentarily closing at the brief touch before his other calloused hand reaches up, grabbing my jaw, forcing me to to look up. "You're going to watch as I tease your cunt. You're going to cum on my fingers, then you'll watch as I devour your pussy. Close your eyes even once and I'll force another out of you. Got it?" He has a fire blazing behind his golden-brown orbs.

"Yes sir." nodding along as his fingers begin tapping on my clit. "Good girl," he whispers before dipping his middle finger into my sex, the digit easily slipping in. "Nuh that way." he reminds me once more to look up into the mirror. The glass allowing me to see everything at once, the way he looks at me hungrily, his slender finger shining with my arousal. I can see his other hand going to reach for my breast before I feel it, the mere fact causing a moan to leave my lips.

"Awwwe you like watching yourself being played with huh?" he maintains eye contact with me through the mirror, as he adds another finger into my throbbing hole. His length pressing into my back, hardening with every sound from my mouth. "Rub your clit y/n."

My hand following his orders adding more sensation to my building orgasm. The scene before me so pleasingly intimate and erotic. "Cal I'm goin-" My back arching into him as my orgasm takes complete control of my body, his eyes on me every step of the way.

He brings his fingers to my lips, allowing me to taste myself, whimpering himself when I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking them as if they were his member. I release them, clean, turning to face him. "I thought I told you-" I lean forward straddling his waist, kissing him roughly. "I know but I want to please you too Cal." Before he can respond I gently slip off the bed, face to groin. I pull down his boxers just enough to release his straining cock, gently stroking it in my palm. "Let me take care of you," I smile at him, pressing a kiss to the side of his shaft "Please daddy." He groans, swiping his thumb over my lip and nodding. We've been apart far too long, aching to taste him once more.

I lick his shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, he lets out a sigh of relief, embedding his hand through my hair. "Mhmmm just like that princess." He moans as I take most of him in my mouth, cupping his balls and pressing my forefinger lightly on the skin between the two. The feeling of him in my mouth forces my mind to wonder about him being inside of me, stretching me in the best of ways, a moan finds its way out from my throat around Calum causing his hips to thrust more. I clench my thighs together to provide some friction for my thoughts, I reach my hand between my legs relieving myself from all the arousal. "Get up." he demands, seeming almost angry. Not wanting to question him I rise confused by the sudden change of tone, knowing better than to say anything.

He removes any fabric left covering my body aggressively, not saying a word. Pushing me back till my knees cave against the bed causing me to fall back onto our shared mattress. He places himself between my legs, rubbing his length along my core painfully slow. "Please, I need you Cal." He continues gazing at me through his lust filled orbs, desire seeping from his pores. He pushes his tip in and then taking it out, the feeling gone as soon as it had appeared. A whine erupted from my lips, he chuckled to himself. "Remind me again y/n," he states in a hushed tone, "Are you to touch yourself without my permission?" He looks at me, his finger dancing over my sensitive nub but neglecting it furthermore. Accepting my silence for an answer, "And yet you did." His head dips down encapsulating my nipple in his mouth, a breathy moan leaving my lips as his hands roam my body freely. My hips thrusting trying to create some- any friction. "Cal I won't do it ever again, just please- please fuck me daddy. " A stinging on my cheek causing a gasp to leave my lips, surprised by this side of Calum. Still shocked, he places his hand firmly on my cheek pushing my face into the mattress. The only thing in view is the mirror with his gorgeously tanned tattooed body on top of mine, hand still placed on my face. He leans in dangerously close, moving a strand of hair aside slowly, his fingertip leaving the slightest touch before putting his hand back with the same pressure as before, "Now watch sweetheart." he darkly whispers.

Before I could question it his entire length thrust in me at once, a broken moan escaping me. With the side view, I can see him pounding into me, each thrust harder than the last. "Fuck- so wet hmmm, such a good whore." he moans, I nod under his hand clenching walls around him, tilting my pelvis to meet his. He removes his hand from my face to apply pressure to my clit, hitting a particularly blissful combination. "Fuck Cal right there!" I scream as the bedrocks underneath our sweaty bodies. He slows his movements savoring the view before him, his good girl-now fucking onto him, desperate for release. Her hair frizzy, eyes fluttering from excessive pleasure, he never wanted it to end. "I love you y/n."

"I love you too Calum." I reach up grabbing his neck to pull him back to me, our lips meeting once more passionately while he thrust into me again. He presses my body closer to his as my legs wrap around him for dear life, my hands holding onto his as if he'd disappear. "Can I cum please?" He grunts, nodding his head in approval of my very much needed release. Unable to focus on anything but the eruption of pleasure from my core, repeating a slur of Calums name over and over again like it is the only thing I've ever known. His release following shortly after, the warmth of his seed filling me. His panting is my focal point upon return, watching as each breath falls from his swollen plump lips. I giggle moving some of his sweat-coated hair from his face, "Welcome home Mr.Hood." He smiles laughing at my gesture, "Quite the welcome it is Miss Y/L/N" He pulls my face forward once more placing a soft kiss to my lips, which is happily returned before he pulls me to the edge of the bed, still seemingly connected, placing me dead center in front of the mirror once more. Looking at him with a curious glance, he notions to the mirror as I watch his every move. He pulls his softening member from my core, a gasp leaving my lips due to the newfound vacancy.

His eyes never leaving mine as the smirk on his face grows, kneeling between my thighs. I lean up on my forearms to see both him and the reflection better, the handsome bassist looping his arms around my legs, keeping me in place. "Look how pretty baby." He says watching our fluids drip out of me, his tone of admiration never wavering. My hips jut back as he strokes over my clit, still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm just moments before. As I retract my pussy away from his devilish grin he rumbles a low growl, attaching his lips to my center, his wide hands gripping my hips with brisk strength-leaving prints in their path. His tongue lapping my hole over and over again. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, the scissoring motion driving me on edge once more. He leans over me, tapping on my lips to which I comply with his wishes, opening my mouth. He smiles before releasing the cum-mixed spit down my throat, swallowing our combined fluids moaning as he returns his mouth to my pussy. My wetness glistening all over his face as he continues to but himself in me. Seeing his back muscles contract in the mirror each time he moves, watching him devour me in the most sinful of ways. I can see it all, moans leaving my lips between my pleas for him to stop his assault but nonetheless, he persists until my legs are a quivering mess around his head. My bare breast rising with every sharp inhale, my back arching further into him, hoping to get away but he keeps me planted there in front of him.

"I need to- Cal can I-I- fuck please" The words barely able to leave my lips, he stares at me nodding but never removing himself from my core. My orgasm ripples through me, forcing my body to compromise, stiffening as I release on Calum's tongue. My hips riding his tongue exactly where I need him as my fingers grip at his hair, hearing him moan at the feeling sending an aftershock of vibrations through my center. An unholy slurping noise from Calum is the last thing to be heard as he joins me again on the bed, pulling me into him. His lips providing every emotion needed. "I missed you."

I laugh at his cute post-sex neediness, "I missed you too Cal." He pats my head, letting his hands rake through the mess of hair on top of my head as I trace over his feather tattoo. "Did I ever tell you how good you taste?" he murmurs, shrugging lightly to himself, "Fucking delicious." His hands lingering the curves of my body before he places two fingers on my clit. "No, no, no not again." I chuckle pushing him away as my body shudders from the sensation.

"Hmmm I suppose we'll have more time today." he rasps. "Indeed we will." I smile placing a kiss on his cheek. Let's just say the night was more than eventful, happy to be in each other presence again.

A/N:

WOW long time no see! I can't wait to get back into the flow of writing and now that the semester is over I have more time lol.

I hope you're all hanging in there alright!

xoxo-Janelle

#5sos smut #5sos x reader #calum 5sos #calum hood smut #calum x reader #calum hood #calum imagine #Blurb #Smut #cth #5 seconds of smut #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford #reader insert #y/n #x reader #fanfic

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geminil0vr · 3 years

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"lists" | ron b. weasley (part one)

read part two here !!

summary; you and your boyfriend ron are both completely inexperienced, but one day he asks you what you like in bed. lucky for you, you actually made a list. and he's happy enough to play a few of those fantasies out.

tagged; @weasleyssupremacy

word count; 4.6k

content; smut, fluff, banter, making out, embarrassment, shit ton of blushing, mentions of kinks, mentions of teasing, mentions of hitting, mentions of choking, mentions of sex, mentions of praise, mentions of degradation, cursing, grinding, finger-sucking, spit, cum swallowing, first time foreplay (male receiving oral, female receiving oral), fingering, handjob kinda, orgasms, teaching/instructions, relatively realistic, no aftercare included but you know damn well ron'll take care of you, not really a specific dom/sub dynamic, inexperienced/house-neutral fem!reader, inexperienced boyfriend!ron, think that's it but lemme know if i forgot anything !

a/n; holy shit this took me hours !! in this fic, ron and the reader are sixteen years old. i'm from the uk, where the legal age of consent is sixteen — more specifically, in england, wales and northern ireland, a minor is considered a person under the age of eighteen. and i do not want to write smut about minors, i will never do that. so i did a little more research, standard wiki shite, and in scotland (where hogwarts is) that age is sixteen. sixteen year olds and up are no longer minors in scotland. i know many of you are from different countries and therefore may feel uncomfortable with this age because it doesn't reflect the definition of minor/non-minor in your respective countries, and that is perfectly okay !! i completely understand, hope this made sense bc i'm too fucking exhausted to tell. feel free to scroll by and find another fic to read, please put in a request for any of the harry potter characters if u wish, and have a lovely day :))

you hadn't done much with him.

just kissing, really. some grinding here and there. you were comfortable in each other's grasp, sure, but you both never quite went over that line, of more than kissing, of more than light touching.

didn't make you insecure. nor impatient. it was a comfortable kind of middle ground.

and in that middle ground, you were seated on his thighs, legs either side of him, kissing gently, tenderly. these were tepid, lukewarm, waters, just bordering on more, just bordering on scalding hot, and you didn't mind it. you didn't mind it at all.

pulling back, lips not too swollen, just pink, you smiled softly down at ron weasley.

"you okay?" he asked. you hadn't meant to start kissing, you were just talking, just hanging out, him levitating a marble in his empty bedroom, you reading a book and making sure he didn't try and levitate a lamp — that never went well. not with ron weasley. but he got bored, and your eyes wouldn't focus on the pages, and you'd forgotten your reading glasses and he'd kissed you sweetly, and you'd kissed him back and now... now, you were snogging. you didn't care much for that word. it sounded weird, and heavy, and hot. and things with ron (so far, at least) weren't weighted, and hot, they were warm, and soft, and him.

you took the time to rifle your fingers through his red hair. he'd been letting it grow, just a little, down to the nape of his neck. "yeah, you?"

he grinned cheekily, nose and cheeks flushed already. of course, this was the usual. one kiss from you turned him pink, not out of awkwardness, just passion, you supposed. it was rather cute. and he pushed you further up in his lap, not too close, but closer. you grinned back. you kissed. and you pulled away again, just to look at him.

he took in a sharp breath, before blurting out something he’d wanted to ask for the longest time, "what do you like?"

"hmm?" you tilted your head.

he swallowed. “what do you like?"

"i'm gonna need some context here."

"in bed." now you felt as flushed as he looked. to ask that question, it must've taken a lot of courage. he was a gryffindor after all.

even starting a sentence caused your breathing to pick up. "well, you know i've never done anything before..." that was true. but you'd done your research. you'd actually made a list of what you thought you might like, which was idiotic in retrospect, and quite childish, but you'd done it, and it sat in your bag with a burning prescence.

"but surely you know... ya’ know, what you might like?"

you settled back, more comfortably in his lap, arms still around his neck, but you were less close. "why're you asking?" you teased.

"you know why!" ron groaned, burying his head into your shoulder, and he felt your shoulders shake with nervous laughter.

"well, i guess, i have — well... nevermind." he moved back, face burning, with an eager smile plastered on his face.

"go on, tell me! i want to know."

"it's embarrassing!"

"i won't make fun."

"yes, you absolutely will."

"won't."

"will."

"just tell me."

you swallowed and chewed nervously at your lip. "i've made a list."

"alright, tell me." if he said 'tell me' one more time you would strangle him. speaking of choking, and all that —

"promise you won't judge?"

"promise."

"well it's more of... well, it's not a mental list. i've written it down."

a grin broke out on your boyfriend's face, and you smacked his bicep.

"oi, you said you wouldn't judge!"

"i'm not judging! it's just cute, 's all." his smile faded a little. "so, about that list... why don't you go fetch it?" he said, with a sideways nod of his head.

"fetch? i'm not a dog."

he made the excited face he always had before he told a bad joke. for fucks sake. "aw, well, i figured pet play would be on your list —"

"shut up, shut up, shut up!" with each 'shut up' you punched his chest and he crossed his arms over it to protect himself.

"hitting, is that your kink too?" well, you weren’t exactly opposed.

you groaned and swung your leg over him, "i'm gonna go get my fucking list."

getting up and 'fetching' your bag, you searched through it and found your little, blue notepad. as soon as you'd returned to the four poster bed, ron reached out to grab it, and you quickly pulled back.

"no, i have more than just 'kinks' in there. and i don't wanna tell you everything."

"why not?" he was genuinely confused. that was the problem with these weasley boys: no boundaries.

"if i tell you everything about me then what secrets will i have left?"

"secrets are overrated." he stared blankly at you, shrugging, but still wrapped his arms around your waist comfortably as you swung your leg back over to sit on his thighs. as you flipped through the pages of the notepad, you found what you had been searching for. 27 pages in, hidden between random pencil scrawls, was your list. you'd learned about sex from books, and your friends' experiences, and being a sixteen year old at what is technically a boarding school. and though that wasn't the highest form of education, you knew enough to keep safe, and to feel good, and ron knew enough, too. "so, start reading!"

looking over the first line, your cheeks burned and you shook your head. "i can't say that!"

"want me to turn around?"

"no, i — no. i'm just gonna..." you slid all the way up his lap, ron attempting to ignore that you were right over his crotch in a pair of pretty blue jeans, and hid your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, embarrassed by your childish ways.

"c—" ron's voice broke, and you fought a smile, "comfy?"

"yeah. i'm ready now." you swallowed, breaths shallow and voice shaky as you brought your list up to your eyes. "um, well, i've heard about, uh —" he rubbed a hand up and down your back. you couldn't see him, but he was grinning and biting his tongue in anticipation. "pet play."

"you bloody liar, tell me the real list! don't be a pussy."

"fine, fine. no pet play. but i, uh, think choking sounds hot." your voice was slightly less shaky as you kept your flaming cheeks out of view. ron was bright red, too.

"uhuh. what next?" his voice was quiet and trembling now, grip on your waist tighter. the atmosphere of his dorm room had completely shifted.

"and, um, teasing. 's hot." your eyes flitted to the next word, trying to keep your composure as ron's grip on your waist tightened even more, keeping you still on top of him. "i like being praised, but being degraded is — it sounds... good."

ron had to fight the urge to groan, not out of frustration, but pure lust. you were by no means innocent, in fact, you tended to make a sex joke every day, or comment 'that's what she said' at every euphemism, but he never expected to hear those words actually slip from your lips. he couldn't speak, his voice got stuck in his throat, and he knew if he even tried his voice would break and go all high-pitched.

"then, hair pulling. hard sex, soft sex." both of your hearts were beating so fast, and you squeezed your legs against him. it was a nervous action, but you didn't expect him to let out a high gasp, and you certainly didn't expect him to grow firmer beneath you. "spanking, breeding, maybe, we'll see." he closed his eyes and let out a low exhale that he’d been holding in.

you pressed your hips harder down onto him, and his nails dug into your thighs. you'd been in this position before, while kissing, but this felt like pure filth, you telling him what you wanted him to do to you, and him just listening, and him getting hard. i mean, he'd been hard beneath you before, on top of you even, but it never led to anything more, and you didn't think you'd ever felt him this hard.

"i — i think i like biting. anywhere, really. not too hard. you have to be gentle with me." you had pulled back a little now, eyes still glued to your notepad, head turned a little so your lips were almost touching his ear. tentatively, you looked away. the tips of his ears were burning hot, and red. you took the lobe between your teeth, biting softly, tongue darting out just a little. his hips bucked up into yours, and you both moaned quietly. "and licking." you slid your tongue over his warm skin, just below his ear, then curved your spine to lick further over the expanse of his neck, causing him to let out another breathy moan.

"fuck..."

"and, spit. i think it's hot. i've thought about it, about you, before. i dunno." you kept your tone unsure, in hesitation. you had more on your list, just things you found hot, situations you found hot, but you closed it and pulled back, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and fiddling with the notepad between your fingers. that was enough, for now. ron was breathing heavily. you were breathing heavily. everything felt hot, and heavy, and it wasn't the norm, not with ron, but you liked it.

"th— that was... good. a good list." he choked, hands still on your thighs.

"yeah."

a tense silence settled between you, until he wrapped one arm around your waist, hand slipping up your back, the other in your hair, and brought you into a feverish kiss. you grinded down on him, moaning into his mouth feeling the reminder of how hard he was, chucking the list to the side and sliding your hands up his shirt as your tongues explored each other's mouths. it felt good. really good. better than you could have expected.

ron gently nibbled at your bottom lip, before pulling away and moving his focus to your neck. you tilted your head to the side, hurriedly moving your hair to the side to give him better access. he licked teasingly up your neck, and you dug crescent moons into his abdominal as he began sucking and biting at the skin beneath your ear, and your pulse point, and soon your collarbone, and before you knew it your sweater was pulled off and he sucked and licked against the skin right above your breasts. this was the first time he'd seen you without a top on, just in a plain, black bra, and he was damn well going to savour it.

you tried to hold back moans, but it seemed impossible when he was burning beneath you, so you did what was natural. you grinded against him and whined as he trailed wet kisses all over your chest, and after a while of you arching your chest into his mouth, you realised what he was doing.

your voice came out breathless, almost breaking. "you're teasing me."

he stopped his trail of kisses to move his face back to yours. "what, you thought i wasn't listening?"

"well, stop." you whined, scratching your nails over his abdomen once more, earning a shallow moan from him.

"i thought you liked it." he tilted his head, almost smirking.

you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, chest heaving, as you took your hands from under his shirt. "just touch me. please." ron took a moment to take his own shirt off, and you admired the freckles dotted over his pale yet flushed chest and shoulders until he wrapped his arms around you, unhooking your bra clumsily, fingers shaking with lust. you gripped his shoulders, fingers gliding over each mole as your eyes darted over his features.

"so fucking pretty." he licked and kissed underneath your right breast, cupping the other one in his large hand, and your mouth dropped open, brows furrowed in pleasure as he took a nipple into his mouth, looking up at you as you grinded down onto him.

"ron, fuck, i'm too sensitive."

you watched him grin as he slowed his movements and instead licked softly once over your nipple as you threw your head back. you were the hottest thing he'd ever seen. well, he'd only ever seen his brother's porn magazines so there wasn't much competition. but he could say without a doubt that you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, your back arched, your head thrown back, your chest flushed. so pretty. but if he didn't speed things up he was sure he would cum in his jeans. you caught his lips in yours once more, struggling with the buckle on his jeans. you knew you wouldn't have sex, not today. but other things were always possible. that thought made your head spin with anxiety and need.

after a little while, you resorted to quickly tugging off your own jeans, ron doing the same, and soon you were back in the same position, except you could really feel him against you. you both looked down at the sight of you in your panties on top of him in his blue boxers, and both laughed breathlessly, kissing once more before you slid off and between his legs. if you'd stayed any longer, he might've felt how fucking wet you were.

"y/n..."

"it's okay, i want to do this. do you? we don't have to." he nodded his head, bottom lip between his teeth. "okay. just tell me what to do, okay? tell me what you like, ronnie."

‘ronnie’ didn't think he'd last that long when your hands were gripping at his thighs and you were on your knees, in only your underwear, between his legs. "okay. yeah."

you cautiously slipped down his underwear, pausing for a second as his flushed and red cock smacked up against his stomach. fuck, he was big, and already dripping precum. you were almost mesmerised with him before you remembered that he might be self conscious, so you proceeded to slip his underwear all the way off, throwing it off the side of the bed and coming closer to him, laying on your stomach and trailing a finger soothingly up and down his thigh. "so pretty." you teased, mimicking him from before, but as you looked up at his desperate face, mouth open, cheeks red, brows raised slightly, you decided that maybe teasing wasn't the best decision in that moment.

so, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in your hand as ron moaned, head thrown back just like you had before. "that feels good."

"i haven't even done anything yet." you chuckled, looking up at him expectantly until his blue eyes met your own. "tell me what to do."

he gulped. "right, so you just wanna... make your hand wet. spit in your hand. you should like that." he couldn't believe he was saying this to you, or even joking in this moment, because right there, he was totally and utterly at your mercy.

you removed your hand from him, finding your mouth already salivating, and instead of licking your hand, you gathered your spit and let it drop from your tongue down onto it. he groaned as you looked up at him. fuck, he definitely wouldn't last long if you did more shit like that. taking your slick hand, you guided it up and down his cock, hesitantly dragging it over the tip, making him buck up into your hand and drip out even more precum. "fuck, uh... be careful with the tip. it's sensitive."

"sorry." he went to tell you not to apologise, but then you avoided going directly over the tip, collecting more of the precum, and the amount of spit and slick on your hand was creating lewd, wet sounds. if he tried to speak now, he’d probably just whine. testing the (now, scalding hot) waters, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, and he moaned even louder. he seemed to like that, so you did it again, and again, then put the tip in your mouth, pushing your lips down onto it until you got scared that your teeth would graze him.

"fuck, just like that, y/n, you’re so good."

seems he took more notes than you gave him credit for. or maybe this was natural? shit, is this how he spoke normally? he would drive you insane.

and how the fuck did people not use their teeth? at this point, you wanted to hear more of those beautiful sounds coming from your boyfriend's mouth, but also wanted to ask him. so you slowly took your mouth off, making him look down at you in concern.

"ron, how... i'm worried i'll use my teeth."

ron wasn't sure how to answer that, being just as inexperienced as you were, but he tried to use what he heard his friends talking about in the boys dorm.

"i think you just, try to wrap your lips down over your teeth. or you purse your lips. like an ice pop." you chuckled, and so did he. "i guess you have to make your tongue flat and then cover the top ones."

"okay, i'll try..." but before you went down again, he spoke once more.

"and, don't swallow the cum. doesn't taste great."

you nodded, and he watched you as you tried the technique, getting down even further, causing him to grip at your hair. he didn't push you down, just needed something to hold onto other than the bedsheets, that was all. and after all, you did quite like hair pulling. you moved his thick cock in and out of your mouth, wrapping your hands around the parts where your mouth couldn't reach, and looked up as ron's grip tightened on you. you didn't bother touching his balls — that was an experiment for another day.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum," you moved your mouth to just the tip, as more groans left his lips. "y/n, shit, don't swallow, just take your — fuck, take your mouth off."

you were stubborn. so stubborn in fact, that you kept suckling at the tip of his cock as he jerked up into your mouth, body freezing, as you swallowed load after load. you just wanted to please him. and thank merlin you'd done all those water (and to be honest, butterbeer) chugging competitions with lee, or you'd have been absolutely done for. he was right, it didn't taste good, at all. it was salty, and bitter, and as you took your mouth off him and let his slowly softening dick slap against his thigh, you almost winced at the flavour.

ron's chest was pink and flushed with perspiration, head thrown back against the headboard and eyes firmly closed, recovering. "fuck. told you."

"'s not the worst thing in the world. i'd do it again."

"don't say that or i'll get hard again." he reached for his boxers off the side of the bed, awkwardly slipping them on in a sitting position.

you chuckled, reaching to his bedside table to gulp down some water, head fuzzy and chest warm with the accomplishment of pleasing your boyfriend. he wiped a hand over his forehead, taking the glass out of your hand to take a big sip himself before putting it down.

"well, that was exhausting." he groaned.

"tell me about it. my bloody jaw hurts." you grinned, and he smiled back and rushed to peck you on the lips firmly, sending you to fall back against the covers as he hovered on top of you. "what're you doing?"

"don't think i'm done with you just yet." he grinned, but faltered. "unless you don't want to. i don't want to force you or anything, just tell me if —" you shut the clumsy boy up with another kiss, clasping your hands behind his neck and grabbing at his soft hair, wrapping your legs around his waist. you clenched around nothing as you felt his soft cock beneath his boxers against your soaked panties.

"it'd be my pleasure." you muttered against his lips. and he grinded into you once more before moving you so your head was against the headboard, and him between your legs.

"oh, how the turn tables, hmm?"

"shut it, loverboy." you shook your head, biting your lip and looking down at him as he trailed his nails down your inner thighs, making you arch your back a little. "and what did i say about teasing?"

"that it's hot." his crooked smile made your stomach clench.

"that you should stop." your complaints were ignored as the humour in the room dropped, and he looked at the wet patch seeping through your underwear. he seemed transfixed, swiping the pad of his thumb over it, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off, tossing them to the side.

taking his middle finger, he swiped it through your soaked folds, making you whine. "you're dripping." his voice got much deeper, and his throat felt dry, but if he opened his mouth he was sure he'd drool. "did it turn you on, sucking..." he cleared his throat. "sucking my dick?"

you didn't reply, just bucked your hips up into his touch as he paused.

he pressed on. "so?"

"yes, it did." you were so desperate that you actually pouted your lips. seeing ron talk so dirty, despite his hesitance, was the second reason you were dripping. you didn't know he'd be like that. though you should've expected it.

but his shyness hadn't left just yet. "can you... can you tell me what to do?"

you tried to catch your breath, his finger was still over your clit, not firmly pressing, just there. you got distracted for a second, looking down and subtly pushing your hips up, before you bit your lip, swallowed, and met his eyes again. he seemed to be amused by that. "uh, so... you just get your fingers nice and wet, first."

it even surprised ron when he removed his finger from you, and held up his hand to your mouth. your breath hitched. "you're probably wet enough anyway, but go on, then. 's what you like, right?"

you nodded nervously, taking his wrist and putting three of his fingers into your mouth. you sucked them in, making sure to get enough drool all over 'em, before messily removing them and letting spit string down to your tits. ron watched it all, dick growing hard again. he was sure now. you would be the hottest thing he'd ever see in his entire life. you let go of his wrist as he let the rest of the spit drip onto your pussy, the air leaving you cold as he spread it around with his fingers, up your folds, circling your hole. the avoidance of your clit made you throw your head back, as he teased you. he knew exactly where the clit was, frankly, it was pretty clear to see, all red and swollen and big. he was doing this on purpose.

"please, ronnie." you whined.

"okay, okay. what next?"

"you need to touch my... my clit. and maybe put a finger in, but, be gentle, please?"

"you've never fingered yourself before?" his voice broke.

"i tried, just one, but, it's not really comfy when i do it. too tight. fingers aren't long enough, maybe. i don't know." you swallowed nervously. speaking about your personal sexual experiences was embarrassing. ron found it hot.

he took your advice, slick fingers brushing over your clit, then paying more attention to it, playing with it, even pinching it, turning you into a whimpering mess. figuring you were prepared enough, ron gently dragged his middle finger over to your hole. "gonna put a finger in, now. ready?"

"yeah, please."

you gasped and gripped his arm. he eased in slowly, and fuck, you were tight. you'd broken you hymen before, probably by either walking, riding your bike, or simply experimenting on yourself, so there was no resistance as he reached his finger all the way in, just a slight discomfort on your part. he almost began to start moving, but you tightened your grip. "just a second, ron. your finger's bigger than i'm used to." that sentence made him rut into the bed, as he followed your instruction and stayed still. your body relaxed, and he even felt you begin to unclench around him, your ridges less restricting. "it's okay now, you can — fuck."

he'd started sliding his finger in and out, slowly, as soon as you gave the 'okay', and this was definitely better than you could have ever done to yourself. you weren't sure you could come just from this, but you didn't care, it felt good. you'd heard one way to make it better, though.

"try curling up your finger — oh." if this boy could only give you a chance to breathe. that change in movement was hitting a spongey spot inside you that made you clench your thighs together, which he fixed by using his elbow to spread one, and his free hand to hold down the other. you brought one foot up to his back, needing some kind of stability. "you okay?" he asked, which was a loaded question considering that his thumb accidentally brushing over your clit made your entire body jerk, and you weren't just okay, you were bloody brilliant, the blinding pleasure bordering on pain.

"fuck, touch my clit, please." you moaned, head thrown back as he did as you said, making your entire body spasm. you were so close, so fucking close, and you practically rode his fingers as you thrashed up and down, tits bouncing. you were just about to tell him you were gonna come (though with you non-stop clenching around his one finger, it was pretty obvious) when he decided to try something, removing his thumb from your clit and instead sucking onto it.

he'd heard about eating girls out, and it was something he'd always wanted to do to you, to drive you crazy, and if he couldn't do it now he was going to at least include his mouth into some of the action. he wanted to taste you.

with this surprise, you came hard, the heel of your foot pressing into his back, his hand working hard to hold down your other thigh, stomach clenching and eyes rolling back. you were moaning so much and so loudly that you were glad almost everyone was out at hogsmeade. as you came down from your high, ron removed his lips from your clit and slowly removed his finger, your aftershocks trying to suck him back in. your back, forehead and chest were sweating, your entire mouth dry as your eyes stayed closed. ron rubbed his hands soothingly up your thighs as your body spasmed again, and brought himself up to kiss your forehead, a grin that you couldn't see playing at his lips. he wrapped his arms around you as you sighed and leaned into him.

"fuck." you sighed, opening your heavy eyes and glancing at ron who licked the rest of your cum off his fingers, looking up at the ceiling. you were still clenching around nothing. that was the hardest you'd ever came, even better than the showerhead — oh, ron would have an absolute riot if he knew you used the showerhead. "thank you."

he gave you that dumb fucking grin, the one he always had before making a bad joke. "orange you glad you read out that list?"

"shut up and kiss me. idiot."

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- Wild like the color blue - [MASAMUNE/READER NSFW]

Rating: E

Word count: 1,995

Relationship: F/M; Masamune/Reader (MC)

Tags: Modern AU, Public sex

Part of @voltage-vixen ‘s Summer of Smut Content Creation Challenge 2.0.

✦ Day 6 - Nighttime skinny dipping ✦

[DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4] [DAY 5]

Her ears were still ringing with the noise of people laughing and talking aloud. Giving Masamune's hand a little squeeze, she basked in the relief of having him all to herself again.

He felt it and turned back briefly just so he could shot her a knowing smile. She wasn't aware of where he had decided to lead her, only having told him that she wanted some well-deserved privacy.

Her growing curiosity soon was sated as the large pool came into view. She wowed at the sight of it, now that night has just recently fallen, the nearby lights reflecting on the surface. It was the perfect place to sit and chat for a bit, Masamune always knew best how to comply with her wishes no matter how sudden they were. But something told her he was just as eager to see her alone as she was.

"It was a fantastic day." He was the first to sit down near the pool, starting an idle conversation while beckoning her to occupy his lap. She felt a little shy but couldn't refuse the extra closure.

"Mmhm, it was..." She let her head rest backward on his shoulder, feeling his chest vibrate lowly under her as he chuckled. Remembering the events of the day, a smile bloomed on her lips. It was so good to unwind like that once in a while. Their visit to the beach was filled with lots of fun on its own, with the unplanned encounter with their so-called enemies from Uesugi-Takeda & CO that concluded in a beach volleyball game. For the most part, everything was kept in the lines of friendly rivalry without any hard feelings. Or so she hoped, chuckling on the thought of her hot-headed boyfriend going all out just so he could grab the victory for their team.

"Any chance you're laughing at me right now, lass?"

She opened her eyes startling slightly at the correct prediction Masamune just made. "Hmm, no telling."

"Oh please." He gently tipped her face to the side, peppering the skin of her neck with tiny kisses. "I can always say when you think about me."

A small emission of air broke through her lips, his words sending a shiver alongside where his mouth wandered. Her hands searched for his, grabbing at his forearms as he secured his hold around her waist. His embrace was as always the best, keeping her calm and protected yet nudging her imagination to wander to where things could be taken further. Well, the day could always get even better than it already was, Masamune had taught her over the course of their relationship.

"And sometimes, I can tell exactly what you're thinking, too."

He emphasized his statement by giving her nape a playful bite, making her jolt and squirm in his hold. She didn't want to give in just yet, enjoying the back-and-forth they were engaging into. "And what would that be?"

Masamune hummed lowly, trying to appear more troubled in finding an answer when he surely already had come with one.

"You're thinking of going for a swim with me. Right now."

MC raised an eyebrow in surprise at how much further that idea was from where she thought Masamune would lead things. At last she laughed, letting him kiss more of her skin this time lower where her neck met her cleavage.

"The night is hot and...that actually sounds like it would be really nice."

"So, yes?"

She put her hand on his cheek, caressing it briefly. "I'm not wearing a swimsuit, silly."

Masamune turned his face fully in her palm, letting out his hot tongue and wetting her fingers with it like a kitten's lick. "Neither am I."

She thought it was a sign of defeat, but then Masamune let her stand up before rising up as well and leaving her puzzled. Even more so when all of a sudden he pulled the collar of his shirt over his head, granting MC the sight of his toned abs. He discarded the clothing, immediately continuing with his pants, only stopped by MC's hands hurriedly trying to put an end to the abrupt striptease taking place in front of her eyes.

"What- What are you doing!"

Without missing a beat, Masamune caressed her hand and dragged his pants down at the same time, along with his underwear.

"Eeek!"

"What's up? This surely isn't the first time you're seen me naked?"

It hardly was the first! The brunet had the nerve to joke when her heart was beating out of her chest, eyes shooting concerned looks around her as if there could be a person behind every tree in the area. It could be just her gut (or rather, basic common sense) but she felt eyes on herself and mostly on Masamune as every sane person would, when naked in a public place.

"Lass?"

She turned towards him. "Don't lass me! Are you doing what I think you're doing?"

"What does it look like?" Masamune shortened the distance between them, circling his arms around her waist and pulling her even closer to his very naked torso.

"You're-" She let him toy with the hem of her top, his hands wandering under it and slowly pushing it up. She got the hint. "We're going to swim naked."

"That's right."

"In a public pool, at night."

"Yes, at night." He shot his face down to give her chin a quick kiss. "No one is around." His next kiss landed just at the corner of her mouth. "The boys are busy drinking inside."

She felt her breath being trapped in her throat and released it in the form of a small groan. "They're…noisy."

Masamune grinned against her mouth. "Yes, they're noisy. No chance of hearing anything." He withdrew to look her in the eyes. "See, we're speaking the same language now."

"Masamune…"

Despite her words, her hands that were atop of his slowly guided them down, as if gesturing him to continue his slow act of undressing her. It was all he needed as a reaction to go on, and in the duration of one proper kiss, she was standing in his embrace in full nakedness. She was almost disappointed when he pulled back, but she sensed the way he was pulling her by the hand towards the edge of the pool.

She watched him descend down the ladder, the water's surface kissing his muscular body and making it glisten under the lights situated in the walls of the pool. His single eye held her gaze as he lifted a hand over the water to beckon her with it. "Don't be shy now, come join me."

She bit on her lip, hands nervously running her sides. She breathed in, threw one last look to her surroundings, and then ran straight for a jump.

Masamune was surprised but welcomed her with happy laugher as she came up on the surface just beside him. He helped her put her wet hair out of her face and kissed it all over. "There we go."

"Mm, it was worth it after all. I don't know what can get me out of this pool."

He laughed anew at her stubborn statement and caressed her sides, loving the feeling of her naked skin over the weight of the water. "That definitely won't be me, you have my word."

She pushed herself more into him, leaning on his body. "I bet, after all the negotiations you went through just to get me in."

"But I always win at the end, don't I?" He whispered in her ear. His hands crept down to her backside, his large palms naturally falling on her asscheeks. He definitely liked holding her close like that, he wanted this moment to stretch on forever.

"Mm…you do."

And maybe she did, too. She had her face shoved between his shoulder blade and his neck, grazing it briefly with her teeth. It was making him crazy, everything in her did. He bent a little more and put an arm under her knees, lifting her effortlessly until he could carry her freely in the water.

"M-Masamune?"

"Let's go over here." They moved to the far side of the pool. Masamune stepped in until her back was touching the pool's wall, and he slowly let go of her. "Here, put your arms on the edge. You'll be able to relax your body more."

She did exactly as he told her, marveling in the pleasant feeling of being carried by the water alone. Masamune moved between her legs, occupying the space in an intimate manner that MC didn't fail to catch on.

"Kitten, be fair with me. Do you want me right now?"

The question came out of nowhere, leaving her gasping and with no room to deny it. Masamune's eye was already looking in the depths of her soul where the answer would be laid out clearly for him. Just in case it wasn't reliable enough…

"Yes. I do…"

Masamune held his serious demeanor for a second more, before chuckling at her, sliding his hand over the length of her leg. "Hooh, you didn't deny it. I was about to say, well then, let me check for myself…"

He showed her the meaning of those words by sliding that same hand further up her leg until it reached the apex of her tights. He found wetness under his fingers.

"And there is it."

"As if you needed proof…"

Masamune smirked, putting his other hand into action and handling her tights until they were spread open. Masamune leaned down until her aching wetness was centimeters away from his face, right over the water.

"Let's take it slow, kitten. I wanna hear you make those long-dragging moans for me."

It surely didn't take long for Masamune to make his own wish come true. As soon as he made his first lick along her slit, she mewled out his name, bucking on his strong hold. She was glad he held her in place because his tongue made her jolt and squirm each and every time it was wandering just near her nethers. And the combined stimulation of the water and the slight thrill of doing all of it right there in the open could be blamed for the steadily increasing volume of her moans. Masamune basked in the pleasure of driving her to slow madness so soon, his heart was beating crazily with just how much more he was willing to give. He sucked gently on her clit, knowing that every small movement right now could take her to her peak.

"D-don’t stop, please, more, please…Ah!!"

He complied, enclosing his plush lips on the small nub and giving MC all the stimulation she needed and more. Her body arched off the water, full-on display and completely given over to Masamune's strong hands that were playing her finely.

A strong moan of his name tore through the crisp night air as she convulsed and came on Masamune's mouth. He didn't stop until she didn't have anything more to give him, holding her in place and letting her ride through a long orgasm that felt as satisfying to his ears as if it were one of his own.

They stayed in pleasant silence for a couple of moments, with her recently steadied breath constantly stolen away from Masamune's hungry kisses. Her belly was tightening in anticipation as she was well knowing of what was about to come next, her beast of a boyfriend already readjusting himself in between his legs. He made her put her arms around his neck, grabbing securely into him as he put his forehead to hers.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Masamune. Only you can make me do something as crazy as this…"

He couldn't resist the urge to peck her lips in adoration, holding her impossibly close to himself at that moment.

"That’s good. Because I don't plan on stopping anytime soon."

#Ikemen Sengoku #Ikesen #ikesen masamune #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikesen fanfic #ikesen smut #summer of smut #summer of smut content creation challenge

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cerezzzita · 3 years

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could I request a summer night with lúcio please!he is so underrated compared to the other overwatch boys.

ⓘ 09/28/2022 edit

Hello! Sorry if it took long, my creativity was null but I tried my best and now we got it! And yeah, I agree with you, our froggy boi is so underrated aaaaa 🥺 I love him for sure, so enjoy it as much as I did writing this 😍😍😍 and btw, thank you for requesting!

𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚:

✦ summer night ft. Lúcio

As on almost every characteristic summer night, the sky was at its bluest hue and filled with brightest stars. The moon was right in the center, reflecting all its beauty and majesty in the marine waters — not to mention the cool and welcoming breeze that only the season could provide. [Name]'s eyes ranged between the horizon traced by the sea and the Overwatch crew gathered around a campfire, like in a cliché teenager movie. Laughter echoed through the beach thanks to Reinhardt's terrible and shrill voice, which was accompanied by the out-of-rhythm guitar that Fareeha was playing. As she had sat a little further away and with her back turned to look at the night landscape, she didn't notice Lúcio's close steps across the soft sand right behind her. In an instant, her waist was embraced by the young man with one arm and with a hand over her eyes, his whisper in her ear:

“Guess who?”, he said through giggles.

Making a loud and suggestively quizzical hmm..., [Name] joked, smiling out of the corner of her mouth.

“Hmm, with that voice, could it be… Genji? Oh my! I had no idea that the Overwatch's sexy ninja was interested in me!”, she gestured.

Lúcio bursted in laugh, then pretending to dramatize an insult voice.

“Hey! No need to cut my jam, mozão!” he said through a petit giggle, letting his hand slip from [Name]'s face as he sat down properly next to his girlfriend. Along with his classic smile, he kissed her cheek tenderly.

She let herself get comfortable in the DJ's arms, her head resting on his shoulder.

“So, tell me what's going on back there,” she laughed mid-sentence, pointing to the crowd who were currently singing an off-key, giggling version of Wonderwall.

“Dude, except for me, Hana, Mei and Lena, everyone's drunk.”

“No way, really?” [Name] raised an eyebrow, taking a brief look back. Her eyes widened at the compiled of chaotic scenes.

Genji and Hanzo were hugging each other sideways, much more smiling and chatting than usual. Not to mention Angela twirling around the campfire in some kind of dance, Fareeha thinking she was playing some rock music with the calm guitar, McCree snoring loudly with his hat pulled over his face… It would be comical if it weren't tragic.

“Oh my God,” she chuckled through her nose, shaking her head.

“Relax, babe. They won't do anything too serious,” Lúcio assured, turning his eyes towards where [Name]'s were: the summer night sky. The two then decided to stay there, sitting on the sand, exchanging soft looks and giggles. The lull and the couple of moments lasted about a few minutes before Angela yelled completly groggy:

“GUYS! LET'S GO TO THE SEA! WHO'S WITH ME?!”

“ANGELA, NO!”

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milazka · 4 years

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𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 | 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 & 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟒.𝟐𝐤+

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲? 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐉𝐉 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞?

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲

𝐚/𝐧 : 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬...

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Let's go back to the summer night

When we met eyes, it's like a movie line

Kissin' underneath the city lights

The Outer Banks movie night was and still is one of the oldest tradition of your town. It's one of the few occasions where kooks and pogues are peacefully reunited. Just like last year, when your family had moved in the neighborhood between Figure Eight and the Cut, you are joyfully attending the movie night presentation which has the 60's for theme. It’s a decade that has always fascinated you, whether it is for the colourful fashion, the music of the King or the golden years of your idol and role model Audrey Hepburn.

“The first movie is Grease!” Your best friend Tara joyfully says as she sits next to you on the blanket with the presentation leaflet in her hand.

“It doesn't even take place in the '60s!” You exclaim, a little bit offended.

"Doesn't matter, it's a good movie."

"Plus, John Travolta is hot as hell." Adds Ashley, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Who's hot as hell? Me?"

Kelce, as usual, makes you and the two girls burst out laughing with his casual comments. You met him a few weeks ago after Ashley finally decided to introduce you to her boyfriend. They had been seeing each other for a few months already, but she was afraid you wouldn't like her boyfriend, knowing your mistrust of the people of Figure Eight. At first, you had found him pretentious and boastful, like most kooks, but after a few hours of talking and getting to know him, your first impression was all gone.

"Are the boys coming?" Ashley asks in the ear of Kelce to keep you and Tara from hearing, but it's a total loss; the girl is the worst whisperer ever.

"What boys?" You ask, curious.

"Oh, um, I asked Kelce to invite Rafe and Topper so you wouldn't be the third wheel, you know.

"Ashley!" You and Tara both scream at the same time. "You need to stop this!"

“Stop what?”

"Stop pretending to be Cupid!" You shoutback, rolling your eyes.

"I promise you, girls, they're super nice and perfect for both of you!"

"Yeah, right. I'll believe it when I see it." You answer, still sceptical, before getting up. “I'm gonna go get some popcorn.”

The waiting line is not very long, it is mainly children in need of sugar who are impatient to buy their cotton candy with their little coupons given by a bored woman at the entrance. You giggle at the sight of a young boy whose face is covered by the pink sticky candy. It goes all the way up to his hair and you can't help but think of his poor parents who will have to clean everything up before putting him to bed tonight.

"What are you laughing at?"

The voice belongs to a boy on your right who looks a few years older than you. He's got light brown hair that are mostly covered by a backward cap. His bluish gaze details your face, causing you to blush a little. You cannot deny that he is good looking.

“I was laughing at the little boy right there." You answer him by discreetly pointing the boy.

A smile that would make any girl fall slips into the corners of his lips.

"He looks funny."

You smile in response and walk up to the order booth, purchasing three bags of popcorn for you and your friends.

"I guess I'll see you around." You say to the blue eyed guy when you turn back around.

“I hope so." He winks.

You go back to where your friends are sitting on the grass, unable to repress the stupid smile on your lips. You soon realize your place is taken by a young man with brown hair, obviously one of Kelce's friends.

“Y/n, that’s Topper.” Tara introduces you and you can see the stars shining in her eyes when she looks at the boy.

Looks like someone's already found their prey, you think without saying a word to avoid ruining your friend's chances with him.

“Nice to meet you, Ashley's told us a lot about you.” He says with a nice smile.

"Oh, I have no doubt, she can't keep her mouth shut, can she?"

Ashley tries to hit you, but you duck and laugh at her until you bump into something hard. You look up to meet two familiar blue eyes.

“We're already bumping into each other. Took less time than I thought.” He says before you take a step back, feeling his arm sliding on your hip.

You didn't even realize he had wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you from losing your balance.

“Rafe, you know Y/n?" Kelce asks the boy.

“I met her in the waiting line.” He responds before bringing his gaze back to you. "I didn't know you were a friend of Ashley's."

“And I didn’t know you were a friend of Kelce.”

"Well, don't just stand there, the movie's about to start! Ashley exclaims. "Here, there's two more places on this blanket."

“What a coincidence.” He whispers to your ear with a smile as you sit cross-legged next to him.

You laugh, subtlety has never been your friend's strength. Rafe lies down on his back, standing on his elbows to see the giant screen. The familiar music from the beginning of Grease echoes through the loudspeakers, silencing the spectators. You can't help but observe the boy on your right. The sleeves of his sweater that fit his biceps perfectly, the little strand of rebellious hair that keeps falling out in front of his eyes even though he puts it back in place every time, the cheeky smile at the corner of his lips as he thinks he's stealing a popcorn from you without you realizing it.

As Dany and Sandy are rocking on the dance floor, you feel a hand on your thigh. With his eyes still fixed on the screen, Rafe pretends not to pay attention to you even though he knows very well that your eyes are on him.

You take a sight at your two friends who are in an intense make-out session with their boys.

"Looks like we're the only decent ones." Rafe whispers to you, making you giggle.

"Or the only stuck-up ones." You add with a mocking smile.

"Did you really just call me uptight?" He asks pretending to be offended by your comment.

“Maybe.”

"Well, I'm gonna prove you wrong."

His hand slips into the back of your neck and he gently makes your head lean down towards him. Your lips press down on his; they are soft and taste like salted butter. His fingertips gently brushes your skin at the back of your neck as you rest on of your hand on his arm, sending shiver through your spine. He amplifies the kiss by sliding his tongue against yours, tasting every part of your mouth as if it was an exquisite desert. Your lips move at the same rhythm, attacking the other in order to taste them more and more. You separate, lips swelled and glossy.

“Still uptight in your opinion?"

“Hmm, I'm still not completely convinced. I think I need another demonstration." You tease Rafe and he pulls you back to him with a mocking smile on his lips.

But now you're laying in another guy's arms

'Cause I'm all gone

But when you look in his eyes

Do you think of mine?

And when you look at that smile

Do I cross your mind?

I know in your head

You see me instead

It would have made a year today. A year that you would have been happy together if he hadn't chosen to spend the night in your bed with another girl five months ago. A tear slides down your cheek as you look back on all your beautiful moments. The first time he told you he loved you, the time you took a road trip on a whim, the first time you went further than a kiss; it all went up in smoke when you opened the door to his room and saw him over a woman's body that wasn't yours. You remember very well how you felt your heart being ripped out when you saw his shocked face when he heard your angry screams mixed with the moaning of the blonde girl he was fucking in your bed.

"Babe, are you ready to go?" Will asks you from your room.

"Yeah yeah, just give me a sec." You wipe the tears off your cheeks and sigh at the reflection of yourself in the bathroom mirror before instinctively grabbing your coconut lip balm; Rafe's favorite one.

Electronic-style music can be heard all the way to the end of the boneyard, the place of choice for kegger parties. Like all parties organized by John B and his crew, this one is a complete success. You're sitting on a log, your head resting on Will's shoulder as he gently runs his hand over your back. He's literally an angel fallen from heaven. You met two weeks after your catastrophic breakup with Rafe. You were a mess, dressed in your oldest clothes. Your parents had forced you to go out, as they couldn't bear to see you moping in bed listening to Grease over and over again. You were a few blocks away from your house when you saw him kneeling on the sidewalk next to a little girl who had most likely just fallen off her pink bicycle. Your heart had melted when you saw him holding the little girl in his arms to comfort her, rubbing his hand on her back. Your gazes had crossed and he had smiled at you, making you blush up to your ears. Three months later, here you are together and happier than ever, at least, in his mind.

"Babe, I'm gonna go get another drink." You kiss him on the cheek before you get up.

You sneak among the bodies that sway on the sand to the rhythm of the music. As you are about to reach the keg where JJ is, a hand closes on your wrist and pulls you towards the wood without you having time to react. Your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet his, filled with rage.

"What the fuck Rafe?!" You shout to the boy who just let you go of his grip.

"I see you found a good rebound." He tells you, completely ignoring your question.

"He's not a rebound; he's my boyfriend."

Rafe lets out a fake laugh as you cross your arms and defy his gaze.

"Yeah, sure. I bet you still think about me when he fucks you."

You sigh heavily, not even surprised by his comment. Rafe was always straightforward and harsh during your arguments and that doesn't seem to have changed.

"Just to remind you, you're the one who cheated on me!” You snap back to him.

He says nothing, furiously running his hand through his tousled hair despite the gel. He had stopped wearing gel when you were together after you told him you loved his messy hair. His nostrils swell under his heavy breathing.

"We don't know what to say, do we, Mr. Cameron?" You toss to him before you start to walk away, but you are stopped by his hands grasping your hips. He quickly turns you over, colliding your bodies together while his lips crash hard against yours. You try to step back, to be reasonable, but the alcohol in your blood and the familiar smell of his cologne keep you from doing so. Your thoughts are clouded by his soft lips brushing against yours, you missed it, you missed him. His hands pulls you closer to him, you could feel the air being knocked from your lungs. The feeling of his tongue tugging on your lips make you moan and you can feel the cocky smirk on his lips. He doesn’t even wait for you to grant him access and slides his tongue in your mouth to meet yours. Realizing what you're doing, you push him away. The guilt overwhelms you as you think about Will who’s inevitably wondering where you've been all this time.

"It-it was a mistake." You breath out before walking away from him.

"We both know it wasn't, Y/n. Stop lying to yourself!" You hear him shouting at you, but you do not turn around, not wanting him to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.

And I'll admit that I sometimes, maybe, might

Think about you at night, well, almost every night

No matter how I try to hide

And erase you from my mind

I'm dying

To find a lookalike

The thin black fabric of your dress adjusts to your every curve up to your mid-thighs. The long sleeves are made of a partially transparent and you are wearing a pair of high heels in the same color as your dress.

"It looks like you're on your way to a funeral." Your mother notices when she sees you walking down the stairs.

"Well, it kind of is a funeral; you know I hate formal thing." You sigh on your way to your dad's car.

"I know, sweetie, but it's an important moment for you father."

"Don't worry, I'll be a good girl." You smile to her as she close the car door.

When you arrive at the house, you’re not surprised to see an array of cars, each one more expensive than the next; the people in Figure Eight have no notion of excess spending, especially when it comes to the price of a car. Your heart beats at full speed when you set foot in the garden of the Johnsons, one of the most influential families on the island and whose father is Ward Cameron's good friend. It's been a year and a half since you and Rafe broke up and four months since you left Will. You couldn't keep lying to him about your feelings, he was the sweetest guy you'd ever been with, but you didn't love him. The breakup was handled in a mature way and you're still on good terms.

"Y/n! You're so pretty my girl!" Ashley's voice takes you out of your thoughts as she hugs you.

"Look at you! You're stunning! I bet Kelce will be speechless when he sees you.”

"This is the goal I'm aiming for." She winks at you and grabs your hand, a more serious look on her face." You feel okay seeing Rafe again? If not, Tara and I can sit at a different table with you, Kelce and Topper will understand."

"No no, I'm not going to ruin your Midsummers because of my love stories. I'm a big girl and I can tolerate Rafe for one night." You assure her with a smile.

"Great! Come on, let's go find Tara."

You missed Topper and Kelce, they've been making you laugh ever since you sat with them at the table. There's no sign of Rafe yet, and that's perfect. You still get a twinge in your heart when you see the way Topper looks at Tara with stars in his eyes or when Ashley tenderly kisses Kelce. You miss it. As you take a sip of water, you spit it out almost instantly when you see him on the porch; not alone.

He is wearing a grey suit matching with a white shirt of which he has unbuttoned the first two buttons. His hair is straightened backwards, it's grown a little longer since the last time you saw him. It's not so much his presence that makes you freeze, but rather the girl who’s standing beside him, her arm hooked to his; she looks exactly like you. You don't seem to be the only one who's noticed it by the questioning looks on Tara and Ashley's faces. Hand in hand, they make their way to your table and you don't deign to look up when they sit at the other end of the table near Kelce. You can't help but feel your chest tightening when he introduces Megan, the girl, as his girlfriend. Ashley clearly saw the change of expression on your face since she stands up and pats you on the shoulder.

"I have to go to the toilet, will you come with me?"

You nod and get up, thanking her with a glance as you walk away from the table where the so-called girlfriend of Rafe literally devours his face.

"I'm sorry, Y/n, if I'd known he was bringing a girl, I wouldn't have told you to sit with us." Ashley apologizes while you sit on the bed in the guest room with your face in your hands.

"You couldn't have known he was going to bring my long-lost twin." You sarcastically say.

"She's literally your lookalike."

"I don't know whether to take it right or wrong."

"I don't know either." She exhales and hugs you tightly. "I'm gonna go back to the table, but stay here and take your time and join us after."

You let yourself fall on your back on the cozy bed when Ashley close the door behind her and you let out a long sigh. You never thought that seeing Rafe with another girl would upset you so much, considering you've been broken up for over a year. With your eyes still closed, you don't react when you hear the door open again, being certain that it's Tara who comes to see if you're alright.

"I'm fine Tara, don't worry about me." You whisper as you feel the mattress collapses to your left.

She doesn't say anything, which surprises you a little, but you still don't open your eyes, being sure that tears will flow if you do. You then feel a hand resting on your belly and a face close to your ear where a deep voice sends shiver through your body.

"I'm not Tara."

"What the-." You start, but you're quickly cut off by his lips crashing down on yours to shut you up.

These lips, you could recognize them out of a thousand. Pulpy, a bit harsh and so skillful. His hands are grabbing your hips, almost too firmly.

"Did you really think you could wear that dress in front of me and I wouldn't do anything about it?" Rafe groans, pulling slightly away from you.

"I'm not wearing this dress for you." You manage to say, out of breath.

"You're lying, baby girl." He looks deep into your eyes in a way that keeps you from staying sane. “I can't control myself when I see you in such a tight piece of clothes.”

He moves his hand up to your thigh, stopping when his fingers reach the hem of your dress. Goosebumps are covering your skin. You're paralyzed; you want to feel him touch you like he used to do. A smirk makes his way to the corner of his lips when he feels you squirm as his hand slowly lift up your dress. He lays his fingers over your core still covered by the thin fabric, applying a little pressure on your clit.

"I bet you've never been this wet for Will." He whisper to your ear with his deep voice.

His wet lips drop into the hollow of your neck, sucking and biting your burning skin. You can't contain your moans when he blows on a sensitive spot that he previously licked.

"I'm gonna drive you wild, baby girl." He rubs his palm over your covered core, focusing particularly and painfully on your ball of nerves. As you squirm under him, the bottom of your dress comes up, revealing your wet womanhood to him.

"You're not wearing panties? Naughty girl."

His fingers slip easily between your dripping velvet slits as he bite your lower lip, making you whine. He adds pressure to your clit and you close your eyes, enjoying the waves of pleasure running through your body. He lifts up your dress until it covers only your chest, your naked belly now at the mercy of his lips. His tongue sensually draws a line from the top of your belly to the upper part of your core, tickling you a little. You try to buck your hips up but he pins them firmly on the bed.

“I’m the one in control, baby girl.” He says and you nod.

“Please, Rafe.” You breath out.

“Please what, princess?”

“Make me feel good.”

The color of his eyes changes, becoming a darker blue. He pushes your legs wide open, dipping his head between them. The feeling of his tongue between your folds makes you see stars; he was the best at this and he was proudly aware of it.

“Fuck Rafe.” You moan as his lips start to suck your bundle of nerves. You can feel him smirk while he slams his index and middle fingers into you without losing focus on your clit. The familiar knot in your lower stomach grows as he pumps faster and replace his mouth with his thumb and start to making eight figure shape on your swollen bundle of nerves.

“R-Rafe, I’m cumming!” You cry and he moves his lips back onto your core as your ride your orgasm.

“Mmm, you taste like heaven.” Rafe hums on your sensible folds while your legs are still shaking from how hard he just made you cum. He licks his fingers without breaking your gaze.

Kneeling on the bed between your legs as you sit yourself, he let his eager eyes running through your half-naked body. He grabs the hem of your dress, mumbling a ‘we gotta take this off’ as he pass it over your head. Before he has time to do so, you unbutton his shirt and put your lips on his chest to mark it with a hickey like you used to do all the time. You unbuckle his black pants, pulling them down with his boxers. His hard cock springs out, pre-cum dripping from it and you grab his shaft with your hand, jerking it a couple times. He looks down at you, his lips partly open as you pump him.

“You have angelic hands, baby.” He groans, letting his head fall backwards. You smile, loving to see how well you still pleasure him.

"I wanna cum in you." He exhales, stopping your movement. He pushes you down back on the mattress, spreading your legs again. The tip of his cock rubs on your wet lips still sensitive from your last orgasm. Without warning, he push himself into you, wrenching a loud moan out of your mouth.

“You’re taking it so good.”He grunts, gripping your hips to slam deeper into your core. His hair, previously styled perfectly with gel, are now going over his eye as he looks down tp watch himself fuck you.

“You missed that huh,” he mutters. “Will never fucked you like that, didn’t he?.”

You don't say anything, moaning with pleasure as he hit your g-spot.

“Answer me!" He orders you, his hand grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. You try to keep your eyes open in spite of the electric jolts that run through your body when he slams and the sound of your skin colliding with his reaches your ear.

“Y-yes, fuck, fuck, you fulfill me better than he ever did!” You manage to scream out.

“That’s what I thought.” He grunts and you clench around him, rubbing your fingers over your clit as he pounds faster into you.

“Fuck baby girl, do it again.” You clench harder around him, making him drop his head in the crook of your neck as he moans your name. He digs his fingers into your hips, surely creating bruises on your skin. You rock your hips at the same pace as his, feeling his cock hit spots that makes your legs shake in pleasure.

“Fuck Rafe, your cock feels so good.” You moan. He lifts his thumb, brushing past your lower lip and you suck it, making him quicken his pace.

“Cum for me baby girl.” He tells you as he thrusts into you, replacing your hand by his on your clit. You cry out his name, releasing yourself on him.

“Fuck baby, I’m cumming!” He grunts and you tightly clench your walls around him, helping him release his cum inside of you. Rafe drops down next to your shaking body on the bed, his chest moving rapidly to the rhythm of his breathing.

"What about Megan?" You mumble, biting your lower lip.

"She’s just your lookalike.”

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Connie Maheswaran sighed...She knew this was a bad idea, but no one else was around, and the best friend/ bane of her existence/ big crush/ betrothed had an eye for these things, so his expertise was appreciated.

"So." Steven Universe, gem hybrid, alien prince, sweetheart, and hero to many, started with a grin. Placing his hand on the curve of her back." How skimpy of a bikini are we getting, huh?

She growled dangerously as she felt his hand crept lower." Stop it, you pervert."

Steven just smirked as he lifted his hand back up. That lecherous fox smirk that he only showed her.

"I promise that my intentions are as 'pure' as the lily-white of your clothes."

Connie arched an eyebrow looking at her yellow polo, black denim shorts, and orange kicks. "What white are you talking about?" She implored.

The alien royalty squeezed the college sophomore bottom. "The thin warm cloth underneath." He whispered into her ear, making her fume with annoyance, bashfulness, and made just a wee bit of an exciting impression… Despite her pouting with puffed blush crossed cheeks and steady brows.

"How the hell do you know?" She questioned, grabbing his wrist and clenched tightly, making the 'big gem on campus' fall to his knees in slight pain.

"Ow, ow, ow! I promise I didn't peek at you while you were getting dressed today."

"But you did peek at me." She arched an eyebrow.

"On accident." He pleaded, " We both know I would never peep on you."

"Now, Steven..."

"Not without an escape route."

Connie took a moment to consider it, but in the end, she decided he was right.

Steven always had a damn way to run away. Not like when they were teens, and she would easily catch and punish him for his transgressions against all womankind. However, they were more innocent, like giving her (not-so unwanted) pecks on her cheek or complimenting her physical growth.

It was the reason her betrothed became her bane before becoming her friend and crush.

Though his actions couldn't be helped, it was ingrained in him. The gem race was very liberated when it came to physical appeal, appreciation, and affection and saw all forms as beautiful. From the first (of what would become semi-normal) time she visited his home planet, it quickly became apparent to her that kissing, touching, and 'raunchy' commentary was commonplace among Homeworld. A lot of sensual and carnal PDA was everyday stuff for gem kind.

All except fornication in all its forms.

That was considered divine as gem fusion but way less lax—the ultimate show of reverence for one's unique being. Even stories of one’s actual sexploits were to be kept between partners, no matter how many there were; neither monogamy nor polygamy took precedence on Homeworld.

She let his wrist go with an unamused hum, opting to hold his hand to keep it from wandering.

”Let’s go, my perv.” Connie sighed as she led him further into the store, towards the dressing rooms. She was nearly closing the door behind her as she entered, turning and facing him, hiding with the plywood entrance. "So, against my better judgment, I'm gonna go into the dressing room and wait for you to bring me back some swimwear," Connie informed, blushing. "I need you to take this seriously, ok? No games at all." She muttered.

Steven gasped, placing three fingers on his chest as if he was an offended southern Bellé. "Why madam, I do declare that I will be at my most critical. After all…" He caressed her cheek with a smirk on his face, "the chance to decorate you in my taste doesn't come along often." He grinned as he interlaced his fingers together. "I can see you now in...Hehehe! Oh yes..."

Looking at his bottom lip gnawing, nearly crossed eye blushing expression of perverse elation, Connie almost regrets asking for his advice and help but, there is a reason for that. "Can you not imagine whatever you are imagining and help me?"

He looked up at her pouting profile and smirked lovingly before kissing her forehead. "You're more tempting than anything I can imagine."

She took a deep breath, rubbing the back of her left calf with her right foot, and idiosyncratic behavior towards surprising affection and praise.

"⁵Just...Stay away from the skimpy swimsuit from earlier." She warned, burned cheeked as she closed the door behind her, "Himbo hubby." rubbing her forehead, where the warm sensation of his lips lingered, she grinned. The feeling of pride In her chest.

"Ok... Let's get to business."

Three minutes later, Connie was stripped of her clothing and her pride as she looked at her reflection. Bare to her body and her insecurities. She didn't feel Charming? Girlish? Soft? Cute?

She was never called cute or adorable. No... Words that described her was strong, tall, mature, robust, and built, which was right.

She was six ft by the time she was 16 (she's 6'6 now), always been athletic; being an army brat on an army base until she was 12, strenuous exercise was more than just a habit; it was a lifestyle. Combined with tennis and martial arts, it was easy to understand why her body was built and cut as it was. She had 'mercenaries muscles.' A body made for battle, yet she was 'blessed' with the curvy hips and noticeable bust of her mother's bloodline.

The thing is, she didn't hate her body. She just wasn't privy to the attention she got from it. Most guys were intimidated.

Most girls…' intrigued' to say the least, and then there were some who 'swore' she was 'transitional.' People she affectionately referred to as transphobic bastards.

One cause she was born, lives and will die biologically and mentally as a woman, no matter how 'masculine' she supposedly acts; and more importantly, being trans isn't wrong.

"The scars don't really help either." She mused as she scanned her nude form little scars from her active lifestyle on her stomach.

"I think they give you character, Berry." Steven voiced from behind the door, surprising her enough for her to jump.

"The hell?! How did you get done so fast?!" She nearly shrieked as she turned to the door...Which now had a few swimsuits hang on the knob, " Steven...Did you peek at me?"

She was greeted by silence.

"Accidentally,"

She gave a slightly exaggerated sigh at his guilty tone to hide the smile on her face. "Really? You don't wanna see me in the buff?"

She could already see the thousand-watt smile on his face.

"Wait, are you saying I can?"

She had to bite her tongue from laughing at his eagerness, "No, sit and wait." She scoffed out a chuckle when she heard him moan, downtrodden. Taking a look at the group of bathing suits in the knob, she went to see which one she definitely will not wear.

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Steven sat in the pink chair in front of the dressing rooms, legs and arms crossed as he waited for his beauty of a betrothed model for him. He knew she wasn't crazy about her appearance, but he couldn't get enough of it.

The fact Connie tower's him by a whole nine inches. Her 'jacked,' pear-shaped body with its hypnotic curves, especially around her bust, hips, thighs, and butt. Blazing deep-set onyx eyes with thick brows, thin cupid bow lips, her slightly narrowed and flat nose, and loose raven hair in a half-braided ponytail that reached her broad shoulders. An amazing amazon made real.

Of course, her physique was only part of why he was smitten to what humans would call near 'perverse' moments, strange since earthling takes sex for granted, to the point of making multiple websites about it for profit.

Planetary cultural differences aside, Connie's physicality was just a complementary mirror to her character. Strong, bold, unique, and mesmerizing. No wonder why Connie steals every room she walks in when she wants to or not. He couldn't help but snicker tenderly at the thought of her before tenderness gave a slight way to hunger at the thought of her in a swimsuit.

"Steven...Can you come here?"

The hybrid looked with a bit of concern and curiosity at the brown hand waving and shy voice coming from the dressing room.

"Hmm?" He stood and walked to took the gold sprayed knob of the plywood in his hand.

"With your eyes close!"

That made his eyes widen, but he followed her request, closing his pink eyes before entering and closing the door behind him. "You ok, Ni'?"

"I...I need you to promise to be honest with me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just promise. ok?"

"Hmm...I'm opening my eyes."

"Wait. I'm not.."

"...HMM..."

Connie looked towards him in shy withdrawal, holding her left arm, and biting her lip adorned in a blue bikini. The top looked like a cage neck crop top that clipped in the back, and the bottoms were high-waisted with an extra band that crossed around her navel. It was sexy, to say the least, accentuating off all her curves and prominent muscle, flattering her breast, thighs, hips, and butt, without showing too much; it was made for her.

"Well?" She asked, looking at his stare but getting no answer, feeling her cheeks heat in marooned embarrassment. "Is it that bad?"

"Adorable."

Connie's eyes widened, "A-Adorable?" She pursued her lips, looking down at herself. She wasn't used to being called that.

"Yeah... I mean, yeah, it looks sexy..but it really brings out your softer, sensual charms."

"I...I.." her nose flared as she fought the bubbling feeling in her chest. " You're... You’re not just saying that, right?" She rubbed her left calf with her right ankle.

"I wouldn't lie about this." Steven raised his right hand in a promise.

She crossed her arms, her mouth in a side pout," So...I'm cute in this, then?"

"Are you fishing for compliments?" Steven teased, getting a raised brow look of astonishment from his betrothed

" I..No!" She crossed her arms below her chest, looking away, pouting with puffed blush crossed cheeks and steady brows.

Before turning towards the hybrid, just as she was about to attempt to make her point, she was caught off guard by his hand gently but securely grabbing her chin and leading her to move her face up close to his, their nose tips gingerly touching.

It wasn't the first time he did this, and it always made her feel a bit meek. Never unpleasantly, though.

"You're always cute."

The feel of his warm lips sandwiching her top lip with popping clips was new.

New but welcomed.

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