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littlemissfasd · 5 months

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Not edited, i write this at like 3am and i was sick so..if theres mistakes..shhh.

I look out the window, the rain pouring and smashing against the windows calms me. The storms have been harsher this winter. They've ruined our crops, lucky we had stocked up on canned stuff. I stare out the window for a while before noticing a person stumbling through the farm land, my eyes widen seeing the person's tattoo. "Ellie?" I gasp, i sprint out the door seeing her collapse to the floor "oh my god!" I collapse next to her, placing my hand on her cheek. She's covered in dirt, blood and bruises and she looks exhausted. "I need to get you inside okay?" She lets out a low sound, i wrap my arm around her waist pulling her up to her feet.

"Come on, i got you." I practically drag her up onto the deck, when i feel her entire body weight fall on me i know she's passed out, i groan and drag her onto the couch laying her down "hey, wake up for me love." I say, her eyes flutter open but she cant keep them open.

"Shit.." i whisper "i need you to sit up okay? I need to clean you." She lets out a groan as i pull her up, my heart breaks seeing her so weak. God damnit tommy. I shake my thoughts away knowing it's not fair to blame him. If he had just..let it go. "Arms up." I pull her shirt over her head leaving her only in a bra, she has a large bite mark on her stomach along with scrapes and bruises. "Jesus el.." her eyes open and stare at me "i..im sorry." She whispers, i shake my head.

"Lets get you in the shower okay." She nods and lets me practically drag her into the bathroom. I sit her down on the tiled floor and help her undress, she says nothing the only thing that leaves her mouth is gasps and cries as her entire body aches. I turn on the shower, her head tips back letting the water hit her face. I run my hand through her wet hair, letting the dirt fall to the floor.

She hums quietly as i move the shower head, wiping her neck and chest. "I-it hurts" she whispers, her voice cracking, i nod and gently clean it "I know, i'm sorry. I've got to get you cleaned babe." She coughs, a mix of phlegm and blood lands in her hand, i give her a worried look to which she shakes her head, placing her hand under the water to get rid of the fluids.

I go down, wiping her things and legs, the bruises on her knees are forming in an angry manner "almost done." I say, finishing up. She leans her hands on her knees letting out a shaky breathe, she lets her head fall against my stomach "I'm so sorry" she whispers, i can feel the warm water seeping through my shirt as i run my fingers through her hair.

"Don't apologise el." I let her lean against me, feeling her entire body shake. "I lost my ring." She mumbles, i look down and see she is in fact not wearing her wedding ring. "Its okay, i'm sure we can find another one." I assure her, she looks up at me her eyes are glassy and puffed up from the amount of tears shes cried. "Really?" I smile and cup her cheek "Really."

Her eyes light up slightly, i kneel down and her forehead leans against mine "I shouldn't have gone.." she admits, her voice cracks as the tears try to escape.

"You did what you had to do." I wrap a towel around her, she doesn't seem to notice and stares blankly instead.

"Can we go to bed?" She asks, it almost sounds like a beg. "Yeah of course." I pick her up, she winces as my cold hands hit her warm body. I walk us through the hall and into our bedroom, she leans her head against me "here." I mumble, laying her down on the bed, wrapping her favourite blanket around her.

"Stay..please" she whispers holding onto my wrist, i nod and lay beside her "I'm not going anywhere" my arm wraps around her loosely careful not to hurt her.

"I couldn't do it." She whispers.

"You couldn't..what?" I ask, she lets out a sigh and holds my hand tightly.

"I had her.. i had her right there.. but i..couldn't do it."

Abby is still alive. Her leaving was a meaningless thing. I told her note to go. God damnit tommy. I think.

I let out a sigh and place a kiss on her head.

"It's okay.." is it?

She picked revenge over me. I begged her to stay. Hell i screamed at tommy for putting the idea back in her head.

"You don't have to stay..y'know" her voice is weak, her body tenses slightly.

"You're my wife el. I'm not going to leave you. Not now. Not ever" I move slightly and feel the heat radiating off her "You're burning up." I mumble, moving the blanket off her.

She reaches up, placing her hand on the back of my neck her eyes dart between my lips and my eyes "i love you, y'know that?" I smile "well you married me so i would hope so." She lets out a laugh and leans up placing a gentle kiss on my lips, i pull her up towards me allowing her to deepen the kiss.

Instead, she pulls away looping a few strands of my hair around her bruised hands "I'm sorry..for everything." My eyes soften, my thumb moves back and forth on her bare skim "i know. I know love."

Her eyes harden before she giggles, i give a puzzled look as laughter takes over her "what?" I ask, genuinely confused.

"I'm fully fucking naked." She laughs looking down at her naked body, i giggle with her.

"Eh its a good look on you." I comment, my hands travel up her side forcing a small shiver from her.

"I missed this, i missed you." She admits, blushing slightly as if she's embarrassed. "Promise me you're not mad."

"I'm not mad, love. I mean i was for a while but.. your alive. Your here." My hand intertwines with hers.

A small smile creeps onto her face as she nods slowly.

"So we're okay?" She asks for reassurance.

Instead of answering i slip my ring onto her finger, turning over and wearing my engagement ring instead. She smiles at the gesture, pulling me in for a kiss. This time it was needy and passionate, her hands slip under my shirt, she moans softly as i bite on her lip before pulling away.

"When im healed.. i'm going to fuck the hell out of you." She says point blank making me laugh.

"Well hurry up and heal then, asshole."

#joel miller #the last of us #tlou2 #tlou hbo #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #tommy miller #apocalypse #wlw love

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saywhatjessie · 1 year

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Not just one, but TWO requests?! Oh we are popular today.

I've gotten at least one tattoo a year ever year since I turned 20, so starting in 2014. I took all of these pictures just now so the ones that look old it's because they are old lol.

HERE WE GO

IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

Interrobang!? Baby's first tattoo. She started meaningful but not too meaningful. It's my favorite punctuation symbol on the inside of my left wrist. It only took twenty minutes and to this day it's the least amount of money I spent on a tattoo but I think that's because I got lightheaded and they had to give me a lollipop.

Squiggly line I went with my friends to get tattoos before a fan convention in 2015 don't worry about it we're moving on

Lake House Coordinates Matching tattoos I got with my sister for my college graduation showing the coordinates for the lake house we had as kids that we since had to sell. The most visible whenever I worked as a cashier and the one I have had to explain the most.

L'amore e l'arma (Pretend there's an accent on that e I don't feel like looking for special characters.) It means "Love is the weapon" in Italian. Love is the weapon is a NeverShoutNever song lol. This was a last minute tattoo for the last minute tattoo GISH item in 2017. It doesn't really mean a lot to me but it looks sexy when I wear tank tops so like. No regerts.

Tattoo of me getting a tattoo This is everyone's favorite. This was the 2018 GISH tattoo item. Some people tried to find clever ways to get around the wording but I'm like fuck no I'm committing put my fucking face on my leg. It's one of the funniest things I've ever done, it looks fucking sick, and I'm still mad to this day that it's not in the GISH hall of fame like lOOK AT IT IT RULES

Three of Wands This is a twofer! The second tatoo of 2018, it's my Forever Unfinished because the artist doesn't tattoo anymore and it's also the one I got done in someone's living room! Everyone needs at least one tattoo from someone with a tattoo machine that's done in someone's living room. Anyway, it healed like shit and there's supposed to be watercolor in the middle so I'm always seesawing between asking someone else to finish it or just getting the whole thing covered up. It's on the inside of my right forearm so that's like prime real estate. IDK, dude, it will look like this for the forseeable future.

Cat paw print Back to basiccs - and I mean the most basic - this is my cat's paw print on my ribs. Done by the same tattoo artist in the tattoo of me getting a tattoo, which is kinda neat. Yes, it's supposed to look like that: I took my cat's paw, inked it, and put it on paper and she just did an exact recreation. I think it's cute. He's not dead or anything, I just love him.

finger rings Yes, I SOMEHOW got a tattoo before everything shut down in 2020. I had no way of knowing things would shut down - I got this bitch in January - but I was SO RELIEVED when we started quarantine that I'd gotten my 2020 tattoo so early. It was extremely lucky. Anyway, each line represents one of my siblings. On my middle finger because it looks dope and also because they're my siblings so flipping them off is a standard greeting lol.

Destiel mixtape Ayyy lmao. This is the tattoo that's gotten the most internet attention for obvious reasons. Tattooed literally the day before the first Valentine's Day after November 5th. Like we were about to have a Destiel wedding and I walked into a tattoo shop like "Can you do this?" And they were like "I can do this right now." I regret nothing. I am mentally unwell lol. Just you wait, though: this baby's gonna extend out into an entire fandom sleeve. I have more than just SUPERNATURAL brainrot and I'm not afraid to show it.

Arachne: Goddess of Spiders I had one condition for this tattoo: I wanted her to be creepy as shit. I'm so sick of tattoo artists making monsters hot. Like if you wouldn't fuck a monster that looks like this, you're weak and your bloodline will not survive. The Arachne myth was the thing that first got me into Greek Mythology in third grade so I of course had to honor her. Also, I'm gonna get an Athena tattoo on the other side of my arm so like the ~dichotomy. This is the tattoo that all my tattoo people friends say is their favorite. It's techincally interesting and the first one that really fits on my body and also it's hilarious that I'm very sunshine and rainbows but I have this creepy bitch lurking on my arm. Everyone loves the Spitties (spider titties) but it's important to note that when my sleeve is down, all that peaks out is the Spidussy.

Sword and Olive Branch Finally we're all caught up! Yes, these are techinally two tattoos but they are a set and so I'm touring them together. I got so many guessed for the meaning behind this - war and peace, Athena theming, Things Gays Like - and while those are all good and in character for me, the most boring and true reality is that these are the two main elements on my family crest. My mom is Scottish, so a claymore. And my Dad is Italian and our family for generations owned an olive grove. It's literally just narcissim lol. The olive branch goes on my Greek mythology sleeve arm for obvious reasons and the claymore is on my fandom arm because it can double for a lot of swords in a lot of fandoms. I can multitask. They're still healing as you can tell from this pic but they look sick as hell. The olive branch is my first color tattoo so that's exciting :)

More tattoos will come in time and when I get more money but twelve tattoos at 28! I'm pretty pleased with that.

#Tattoos #looketh at my face #tattoo tour #tattoo tour 2023 #ask me mo questions #I actually got an anon how cool

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devendrasbeard · 2 years

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Don't Wake The Sleeping Dragon

This is my @merrywitchermas Rarepair Secret Santa gift to @firefly-party !!!

I got so blessed, because my assigned giftee is also my BESTIE!

I had so much fun writing this, the only difficulty was keeping the thing secret for a WHOLE MONTH! also, special thanks to @hallistarling for beta-ing, tossing ideas arround and keeping her mouth shut too!

Merry Christmas, Kei, my beloved! Enjoy your Jaskel! <3

Summary: Contrary to his husband, Eskel is a massive fan of body modifications, having almost half of his body covered with tattoos and piercings. Jaskier holds his hand during yet another piercing appointment, not knowing the severe consequences of Eskel's decision for them both.

Read on AO3 or read it here under the cut, because SMUT

"Oh my god, oh gods, I can't look... I can't," Jaskier was as pale as a piece of paper, his hands shaky and voice weak.

"You're being overly dramatic, love," Eskel chuckled and squeezed his hand.

"Are you really sure you want to do this?" Jaskier tried weakly. "Gods, is this how husbands feel around their wives in delivery rooms?"

"Now you're really being overly dramatic, Jask."

"Listen, mate," the piercer rose in his seat, from where he was hunched over Eskel. "How about you go wait outside and come back to see the final outcome?"

"Excuse you, mate," Jaskier gave him a condescending look. "But a cock like my husband's happens only once in a lifetime, so I won't let it out of my sight during the whole thing."

"Alright," the piercer let out a deep sigh. "Do you want me to walk you through the process again?" He turned to Eskel, but his question seemed to be directed more towards Jaskier. Eskel started feeling like a third wheel on his own piercing appointment.

"Yes, please," Jaskier said, leaning back in his seat, sighing heavily.

"Okay. So what I'm gonna do is," the piercer gestured vaguely around Eskel's crotch area, "I'm gonna put the needle through the urethra and then pierce through the top of the glans, pulling the piercing behind it to secure it in place."

Jaskier turned even whiter in the face than before and let out a very long, deep breath. "Yeah, you know what, I'm gonna go wait outside."

The closest Jaskier has gotten to body modifications was getting his nose pierced by a friend in the high school's bathrooms. His mom gave him hell for it and nagged him for days to take it out, which Jaskier eventually did, but not because of her, but because the hole got infected. He figured, piercings and tattoos weren't exactly his thing, he even turned away Eskel's offer to get their wedding bands tattooed and opted for a more traditional white gold option.

His husband, on the other hand, was on the exact opposite end of the spectrum. Jaskier never denied that what pulled him to Eskel in the first place were his intricate and colorful full tattoo sleeves - detailed drawings of flowers, poison ivy and exotic birds on one arm and a snake fighting a dragon on the other. Upon getting to know him better, Jaskier also learned that Eskel had a very interesting tattoo of a half naked succubus on his abdomen, and his family's initials tattooed in ancient runes on his chest, right above a ring nipple piercing. Yes, there was also a tongue piercing that Jaskier fell in love with at the first kiss.

But this? Jaskier felt that this was too much even for Eskel. He'd told Jaskier it would improve their sex life (which Jaskier never complained about) and bring more spice into their relationship (it was spicy enough for Jaskier as it was, thank you), but most of all he'd said that he was just curious. And who was Jaskier to mandate what his significant other could and could not do with their body?

Eskel emerged out of the room and approached the reception desk to pay for his piercings. He grimaced a little while walking and Jaskier felt sorry for him.

"Okay, here are the aftercare guidelines and the balm," the piercer said after handing Eskel a little bag with all essentials. "Use the balm twice a day and remember to rinse the glans with warm water after you urinate. It should be fully healed within six months, but you can use the balm for the first two months only. And also, absolutely no sex and no getting boners during the healing period, minimum six weeks." He smiled at Eskel, but it was underlined with pity.

Jaskier rose from his seat in the waiting room and approached the piercer. "I'm sorry, I don't think I follow... I'm sure you meant six days?"

"Nah, mate." The piercer now smiled at Jaskier, and this time it was a full blown grin. "No sexy times for at least six weeks, unless you want your husband to make a quick visit to the ER..."

"I'm gonna fucking kill you," Jaskier whispered to Eskel through gritted teeth and stormed out of the salon.

*****

"I can't believe you hid such crucial information from me!" Jaskier said, still angry, as he drove them back home. "Two months?!"

"You're saying it as if you couldn't go a few weeks without sex, darling," Eskel laughed, opening the window to let the summer breeze in.

"Because I can't! Or at least... Won't give it up willingly!" Jaskier threw his arms up, causing Eskel to laugh at him even more.

"C'mon, love... It's not the first time we can't bang for a while," Eskel patted Jaskier's jeans-clad knee. "Remember when Papa fell ill and I had to go home for three months?"

"We had phone sex then. Almost every night," Jaskier mumbled, deliberately avoiding Eskel's gaze, keeping a frown on his face to show him he was still mad. And doing his best not to smile at the memory of his husband's sweet moans in his phone's speaker from back then.

"You're creative, you'll come up with something to do during this time," Eskel said lightly, smoothing his hand along Jaskier's thigh.

"Well, I'd most likely do you," Jaskier whined.

"I bet you would," Eskel leaned in and kissed Jaskier's neck. "I guess you'll just have to... take the matters into your own hands, so to speak," he laughed loudly at his own joke.

"It's not funny, you bastard!" Jaskier swatted his hand away and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

*****

The first two weeks of his celibacy went by fast and easy, which surprised Eskel. He kept the strict cleaning and moisturizing regimen and seeing the piercings heal quickly made him sure he was gonna make it. Even though a bit grumpy, Jaskier was doing all he could to support his husband during this "challenging time" - he didn't walk out of the shower naked and parade around their bedroom looking for clean underwear; he stopped wiggling his butt in bed when he was the little spoon, and he even took the effort to stop making that lovely moaning sound when he ate his favourite ice cream.

But then one morning Jaskier was making pancakes, dancing around to his favourite music, while Eskel sat at the kitchen table drinking his coffee.

After making a little half spin, Jaskier dropped his spatula and he bent over to reach for it. Eskel's mouth fell agape and his whole skin prickled with need. Did Jaskier's sweatpants always stick to his butt like second skin? And when did Jaskier's ass get so mouthwateringly round and supple and so fucking tempting? Eskel gripped his coffee mug tighter and cleared his throat.

And that's when Jaskier looked at him from behind his shoulder, his hair tousled and cheeks so deliciously pink and giggled, "Ahh, silly me..."

Oh. Oh no. Eskel got tense immediately and the heat coiling in the bottom of his stomach went straight to his cock. He rose from his seat and quickly closed the distance between him and Jaskier, spinning his husband around, pressing him into the kitchen counter and kissing him hard.

"Fuck, Jaskier," he panted, pressing his whole body against his husband's, grinding against him, peppering his face, neck and the exposed skin of his chest with kisses. "You're too hot to stay away from..."

"Eskel... We can't," Jaskier said sternly, but at the same time he threw his head away, bucking his hips against Eskel's, a wanton sigh leaving his lips.

And then he felt it. A flash of hot, stinging pain in the head of his dick right the moment he rubbed himself against Jaskier's thigh again.

"Ah, fuck!" Eskel backed off, folding in half, hands clutching his hurting groin. "Fucking hell..." He stumbled back to his seat at the coffee table.

"I'm so sorry, love," Jaskier sighed from the other end of the kitchen, looking at him with pity. "But... you brought it upon yourself! You knew what you were getting yourself into!" He pointed a finger at him, fake anger on his worried face.

"Yes, I guess I did..." Eskel sighed. "Just a few more weeks..."

"A few more weeks."

*****

Jaskier woke up in the middle of the night to a raging boner. Again.

He loved Eskel and he tried his best not to cause arousal in his husband to help him get through this trying time. But Eskel? He was just too hot - even thinking, dreaming about him was enough to get Jaskier's blood boiling and his cock stirring with want. The fact that they haven't had sex in over a month wasn't helping at all.

Eskel was sound asleep next to him, lying shirtless on his side, one tattooed arm flung across Jaskier's chest, his steady, even breath tickling Jaskier's face. He looked so beautiful with his dark mussed hair, slightly parted lips and that broad chest.

With a sigh of resignation, and a dick hard as if there was no tomorrow, Jaskier slipped carefully out of Eskel's embrace and padded to the bathroom.

He turned the shower on and quickly shimmied out of his sweatpants and shirt. He stepped under the warm water, leaning one hand on the wall and taking his cock in the other, wasting no time.

Looking for a quick release, trying not to wake Eskel up, Jaskier let his mind wander. He was touch starved, sexually frustrated, so it was easy to find images and scenarios in his head that could tip him over the edge quickly.

He thought of their first phone sex three years ago, when Eskel had to spend several months in his home town. He recalled how shy and reluctant Eskel was at first, too awkward to video chat with Jaskier, so they retorted to talking on the phone. He remembered how at first Eskel would clear his throat and hum before each whispered sentence, and how he grew bolder with time and with every broken moan that left Jaskier's lips.

The memory of Eskel panting hotly into the phone, of the quick, sharp breaths that left his mouth after Jaskier whispered "Oh darling, you're so hard for me, I'm gonna lose my mind!" was already sending Jaskier over the edge, making his skin prickle and his vision blur.

"Ah, fuck, Eskel, yes," he started babbling, his hand moving on his dick at a fast, rushed pace. He could feel the tension in his belly, the sweet release being just around the corner. "Oh gods, darling, yes, yes! Oh my god!"

"Jaskier?" Eskel's sleepy voice reached him through the sound of water.

Startled, Jaskier tried to stop himself, to muffle the obscene sounds leaving his mouth, but he was too far gone. He came with a shout, a broken whine that escaped his lips against his better judgment. He slid down the wall and sat on the shower's floor. "Ah, fuck."

After he'd quickly dried himself and put his sleeping clothes back on, Jaskier entered the bedroom only to find it empty. He only noticed a faint light shining into the corridor from their kitchen.

"Esk?" He made his way down the hall and found him, sitting on the kitchen counter next to the open fridge, an ice pack placed carefully on his crotch. Jaskier sighed and moved towards his husband to wrap him in a tight hug. "I guess I wasn't as stealthy as I thought I was?"

Eskel just sighed, shaking his head, his long, black hair covering his eyes. He laughed lightly, patting the ice pack he kept cradled over his groin. "I guess your moans are way more sexy than you think they are."

*****

"Today's the day," Jaskier woke him up with soft kisses to Eskel's neck and a hand smoothing along his torso and abdomen under the shirt.

"Is it?" Eskel asked sleepily, sitting up and wrapping Jaskier into a hug.

"I kept track in my calendar," Jaskier smiled, waving his phone in front of Eskel's eyes before turning it off and placing it back on his nightstand. "Six weeks and one day exactly. Can we finally at least try to have sex?"

Eskel nodded and felt his cock stirring with interest and hardening as soon as Jaskier kicked the bedsheets away and laid his hands on him. And he was fully hard as soon as Jaskier helped him get out of his boxer shorts.

"Okay, should we take it slow?" Jaskier said, voice strained with need and shaky with excitement. "I got everything prepared that we might need and... What are those?!" His eyes were fixed on the underside of Eskel's cock, where two silver barbells were placed one under the other. "Are you out of your mind? I thought you were getting only the tip pierced?!"

Eskel pulled him into a kiss, a soft one that quickly turned needy, heated. "I figured I might as well get everything done at once and go only once through the hassle," he said lightly as they finally parted their lips. "And I'm more than sure that you're gonna love it."

"You're a freak," Jaskier laughed, but his hand already wandered along Eskel's thick thigh, sneaking between his hairy legs, ready to grab and stroke his cock.

"Can I..." Eskel tried with an apologetic smile. "Can I touch myself first? It's been a while and I have no idea what to expect."

"Go for it," Jaskier smiled, licking his lips and watching as Eskel grabbed himself in his big hand.

OH. That felt... different. He was so touch starved and the skin around the piercings was still very sensitive, so that Eskel felt every touch with doubled strength. It didn't hurt, but the intensity of a simple touch bewildered him. He moaned unwillingly, biting down his lip as he started stroking himself lightly. The piercings moved slightly under his hand with every stroke and sent bolts of pleasure down his spine and he closed his eyes shut with a huff. "Fuck..."

Jaskier's hand was around his palm in a second, his husband scooting closer, pressing against Eskel's body with all his weight. Feeling Jaskier's hand on him for the first time in so long was enough to tip him over the edge. Jaskier breathed heavily into Eskel's neck and as he stroked him - gently at first, but growing bolder with each move - he deliberately rolled his thumb over the pierced slit of Eskel's cock and down the sensitive shaft. It felt so good, so, so incredibly good, Eskel felt his toes curling, the heat in his belly almost too much to bear and... he came immediately, all over their intertwined hands, a stifled moan suppressed at the back of his throat.

"Fuck..." Eskel slid down the pillows and let out a deep breath. "I'm... whoo, I'm sorry, but also I absolutely am not."

Jaskier chuckled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Then his neck. Then moved down to pepper his torso with kisses. "I figured you wouldn't last long the first time around," he said, raising his pretty head and looking up at Eskel with those big blue, hopeful eyes. "You better get up and ready again soon, cause I've been dying to ride it!"

"Darling," was all Eskel could say watching with wide eyes as Jaskier slid further down and nestled comfortably between his thighs.

"I've been dying to do that too," Jaskier whispered with a playful smirk and ducked his head to welcome Eskel's cock in his mouth.

Oh, this felt just too good. It only took a few laps of Jaskier's tongue for Eskel to be fully hard again. Whenever Jaskier circled the head of Eskel's cock with his tongue, Eskel had to gasp and throw his head back - the welcoming heat of Jaskier's mouth combined with the heaviness and coldness of the ring piercing caused him shivers. But then Jaskier closed his lips over Eskel's dick and hummed looking straight at Eskel with that mischievous spark in his eye. The vibrations of Jaskier's low voice around the pierced head, the softness of his tongue on the underside of Eskel's cock made his vision blur, made him see stars at the edges. Eskel moaned loudly, fisting the bedsheets, bucking his hips up, deeper into the slick, wet heat of Jaskier's mouth.

By gods, he wanted. He couldn't think, he couldn't feel anything else - there was just the feeling of Jaskier's lips on his aching cock and the desire, the want to just grab Jaskier's head and fuck his face.

"Fuck, Jaskier, I'm..." he panted, taut as a string, feet planted on the floor, fighting the overwhelming urge to just spill straight into Jaskier's mouth.

"I'm having none of that," Jaskier hoarsed, having released Eskel's cock with a loud pop, and already climbing into Eskel's lap. Gods, how beautiful did he look - his hair all tousled, eyes watery and those sinful lips already red and swollen. "Let me ride you."

*****

Jaskier really loved and enjoyed their tender, slow love making, that could take up all evening or half the night. But sometimes - and today was the day - something darker and greedy overshadowed Eskel's usual softness and selflessness. There was only raw need, pure desire, and a lot of bossing Jaskier around. And Jaskier loved every moment of this.

Jaskier didn't even get to straddle Eskel's lap properly and he was already being grabbed hard by his hips, turned onto his back and pressed into the mattress, with Eskel's broad body looming over him. The deep desire showing in Eskel's dark eyes was almost palpable between them.

"Jaskier," Eskel murmured before parting his husband's thighs unceremoniously and kneeling between them.

"C'mon," Jaskier urged him on, canting his hips up, looking at Eskel with half-lidded eyes. He wanted Eskel just as much as his husband wanted him.

Eskel traced his fingers across Jaskier's chest, carding through his thick, dark hair covering his pecs, then caressed his neck, and finally put two digits on Jaskier's lower lip. He pressed down a little, looking down at Jaskier, an unspoken question on his face. Jaskier knew that game so well and saw that despite all the urgency and pent up desire, Eskel wanted to get the most out of their first love making in two months. Although he himself was hanging by the thread, his mind focused only on finally getting impaled on that thick pierced cock, he decided to give Eskel what he wanted, to make this one count.

With a broken moan, Jaskier parted his lips just so, silently allowing Eskel to push his fingers in, his eyes flickering to the four letters tattooed on Eskel's knuckles. JASK.

Jaskier had scoffed and said that the tattoo was too pretentious when Eskel surprised him with it for their three years anniversary, but now he's learned to love it. Eskel was showing boldly who he belonged to, and that he and Jaskier were a match forever. And now, with the tattooed letters almost disappearing in Jaskier's mouth, it all felt strangely in place.

Jaskier sucked at his husband's fingers, making sure the moans and whines that left his mouth only turned him on more. Eskel's eyes were fixed on Jaskier's lips, his chest heaving with the quick breaths that were filled with pure want. He quickly moved his other hand south, deliberately not touching Jaskier's weeping cock, his fingers finding their way to Jaskier's hole to finally spread him open.

Jaskier huffed a laugh around Eskel's fingers, arching a brow with satisfaction, as Eskel raised his head in wonderment. With a lewd, slick sound, Eskel pulled out the plug Jaskier has been wearing for a few hours now.

"You're nasty," Eskel coarsed, throwing the toy to the side and leaving another greedy, hasty kiss on Jaskier's lips.

"I won't wait any minute longer for you, darling," Jaskier said, canting his hips. "Just fuck me already."

"Fuck, Jaskier." Eskel launched at him, kissing him with uncontrollable passion, his hot tongue exploring Jaskier's mouth, his teeth grazing Jaskier's lips painfully, while his strong hands pressed Jaskier's hips into the mattress. "I love you so fucking much."

"You better fuck me as hard as you love me," Jaskier panted against his husband's lips, rolling his hips, his ass brushing against Eskel's cock, need and hurry thrumming under his skin.

And so Eskel did.

His big, warm hands spread Jaskier's thighs even wider and Jaskier gasped with want. Eskel scooted closer and aligned his dick with Jaskier's fluttering hole, the pierced head pressing just a little against it.

"Fuck. Me." With the urge to finally feel the thickness of Eskel's cock, Jaskier moved down, impaling himself on the throbbing length, desperate not to waste any more time.

Eskel entered him in a smooth, steady motion, spearing him open, making Jaskier moan and gasp at the sensation. He held Jaskier firmly by the hips, making him unable to move while he bottomed out.

Oh gods. Melitele. All the deities above and below.

This felt so much better than what Jaskier had expected. The heavy ring piercing felt cold at first, but when Eskel started moving, it grazed Jaskier's sweet spot repeatedly and made him see stars. The barbells on the underside of Eskel's cock rubbed Jaskier's walls in the most unexpected ways and all Jaskier could do was hold onto Eskel's arms and let out muffled groans and sighs of pleasure.

The feeling of being full with Eskel's cock was so familiar and yet so different. All the bumps and ridges of his piercings felt like a new, fancy sex toy, but at the same time it all felt so incredibly like Eskel. Jaskier's head was spinning and he tightened his grip on Eskel's shoulders.

"Feels good?" Eskel asked, voice low and strained, as he pressed their foreheads together. The beads of sweat on his face, his darkened eyes, the mussed up hair made him look like an ancient warrior or a freaking fertility god and Jaskier bit his lip at the sudden wave of desire that traveled through his body.

Jaskier nodded eagerly and pulled Eskel into a heated kiss. "So fucking good."

"Yeah," was all Eskel managed before driving hard and fast into him.

Jaskier panted and moaned as Eskel started fucking him in earnest, the piercings hitting all the right places inside him constantly, not giving him a break to breathe, to think.

His moans quickly turned into whines and he grabbed onto Eskel's shoulders tighter, his fingernails digging deep into his husband's flesh. His aching cock, trapped between their sweaty bodies, was leaking precome onto Jaskier's stomach, but he couldn't care less. Everything Eskel was doing to him, giving him, felt too good already.

"Turn around for me?" Eskel asked, the desire in his voice making his words thick like syrup.

Jaskier didn't need to be asked twice - he turned onto his stomach, canting his ass up immediately. A shiver traveled up his spine at the feeling of Eskel spreading his cheeks and giving his heated hole a few licks.

"Fucking hell, Jask," Eskel's voice was raspy, filled with need and desire, but deep, deep underneath there was also affection.

With his strong hands still spreading Jaskier open, Eskel moved up his husband's back, kissing up his spine. His hot breath on Jaskier's nape, his sweet lips kissing and sucking on his neck and shoulders caused Jaskier to whine and gasp and push his hips back at their own volition. He needed Eskel inside, now.

With one hand gripping Jaskier's asscheek tightly, Eskel entered him, but pressed only the tip in. The piercings rubbed Jaskier's walls in a whole different way and Jaskier let out a whine that was pure pleasure.

Eskel pulled out and pressed just the tip back in again, leaning over Jaskier's ear. "Ready?"

"Darling, I was fucking born ready!" Jaskier panted, titling his head to steal a kiss from Eskel's lips.

Holding Jaskier's hips in a steel grip, Eskel slid in again, causing Jaskier to gasp when he bottomed out. He quickly reached a fast and steady pace and Jaskier tangled his fists in the bedsheets, steadying himself, ready to welcome all the pleasure Eskel was determined to give him.

Jaskier moaned and thrashed, moving his hips fast to meet Eskel's thrusts halfway. Eskel was filling him up perfectly, the piercings rubbing against his walls just right, making Jaskier's head spin. All the pent up need and desire made Jaskier want to come, to spill right this instant, but at the same time he didn't want the pleasure to end.

"Fuck, Jaskier," Eskel panted hotly against his neck, his hands moving up and smoothing along Jaskier's sides, chest and back. He still kept up the unforgiving pace, leaving Jaskier breathless and unable to speak. "I love you so much."

"Mmhmm," Jaskier replied, feeling the heat of the upcoming orgasm already coiling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't even have to touch himself, all the pleasure Eskel was giving him was already too much - his broad hands on Jaskier's hips, his breath hot in Jaskier's ear, and that thick pierced dick pounding him into oblivion. "I'm... I'm..."

"I know," Eskel rumbled into his ear. "Me too."

The grip on Jaskier's hips tightened again as Eskel snapped his hips a few last times, reaching the peak of his pleasure, pressing his sweaty, heaving chest to Jaskier's back as he came. Jaskier followed shortly after, spilling all over their bedsheets, throwing his head back with a broken whine.

Eskel rolled over on his back, panting heavily. "Come here," he murmured, pulling Jaskier closer. Even though he was damp with sweat, his hair all disheveled, he has never looked more beautiful to Jaskier.

"That was. Incredible," Jaskier said, letting out a content sigh, wriggling a little to nestle under Eskel's arm, pressing his cheek to his husband's tattooed chest. "But, please, no more dick piercings. No more forced abstinence."

Eskel huffed a laugh, placing a kiss on Jaskier's forehead. "You managed it surprisingly well. I'm sure you could do it again when needed."

*****

After a short regeneration nap, Eskel kissed Jaskier goodbye and left for work.

Jaskier hovered around the house, cleaned a little, prepared Eskel's favourite food for dinner, watched a rerun of his favourite baking show...

But one thought didn't leave his mind the whole day. How incredible, totally otherworldly, and absolutely fucking perfect it felt when Eskel fucked him with that pierced cock. He was genuinely surprised a small "cosmetic" change like that would bring such a huge difference. None of the ribbed, fancy vibrators and dildos they had in their sex toy drawer could compare to this.

Jaskier genuinely wished Eskel could experience something like this at least once in his life. He gave Jaskier so much love and pleasure, he deserved it in return too.

After turning his phone mindlessly in his hands for a few moments, staring at the wall deep in thought while the show's end credits were rolling on the TV, Jaskier dialed the piercing studio's phone number.

"Ah, fuck it, you only live once."

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A Proposal and A Wedding

Part lll

Part l , part ll.

Word count: 1500 :)

Characters: Sterek

Summary: it’s the morning after the nightmare and Derek just wants to forget it. Stiles is all for glazing over the nightmare and talking about the plans of their approaching wedding.

It’s just a cute filler, full of little Sterek kisses, and domestic bliss.

THE PLAN

Derek got up first, his mind running far before he actually decided to get out of bed. Slow limbs and quiet steps, he couldn't bare to wake stiles. His fiance looked so peaceful, and stiles deserved peace after the shit derek put him through last night.

The memory washed over him and made a sick feeling slither into his stomach. Today is gonna be good, he told himself, trying to put some positive vibes into the world or whatever Stiles said to him that one time. (You have to think positive to be positive der, try it) Derek bounded for the bathroom, brushed his teeth and decided he’d shower after Stiles left for work, He really didn’t want to disturb him.

The alpha ambled downstairs slowly, the sluggishness brought about by not being caffeinated, so that's what he did first. A hot pot of coffee brewed while Derek whisked eggs and put bread in the toaster. He heard when Stiles got up and started to look for him. Heard the lurch in his heartbeat when he found that Derek was not in bed, not even in the room.

He even heard Stiles scramble up and trip out of the bed, the hurried footsteps caused him to call out “I'm in the kitchen Stiles” careful not to be too loud, he didn't want to scare him, just alert him that he hadn't left. Stiles’s hurried steps didn't falter, and he came barreling down the stairs. Hand pulling through his proper bed hair. Derek's mouth watered, this was his favorite look on Stiles, other than when he was rightly marked up.

“Morning” Derek called gently, the tone in his voice urging Stiles forward to mold against his back. All that was heard was a grumble, the soft brush of lips over the nape of his neck, flushing his face and pulling the air from his lungs. Then Stiles was pulling away, a cup in hand, and a lazy smirk on his lips.

“Morning sourwolf” the light in Stiles’s eyes was back, they glittered with happiness and it made Derek knees weak.

“That is my coffee” he goes for a snap, but it comes out dreamily, Stiles is here, and he's touching him. Stiles still wanted to be with him, even after what he pulled last night.

The younger man waved his hand dismissively, “So, I was thinking-”

Derek snorted, “that’s never a good sign” as he poured the eggs into the waiting pan. A sizzle filled the air along with the smell of bread.

“Shut up, anyways, I was thinking we should probably keep the date away from Holidays, you know how my dad gets when he doesn’t get to see us, and I don't want to get married on either of our birthdays. Can't make the anniversary date too easy for you” Stiles winks at him and derek nods thoughtfully.

Okay, not Thanksgiving or Christmas, he can work with that.

“Where do you want to have the ceremony?” Stiles’s hands are sliding over Derek's left hip. Slow, languid circles are being rubbed into his skin and it makes his blood heat.

Derek shrugs, he doesn’t care, as long as Stiles keeps touching him like this.

“Outside? Inside? On the moon, c'mon babe I need something” the fingers don't stop, and Derek keeps heating up.

“out...outside” the word is broken as he leans further into the grip. A thoughtful noise comes from behind him and the touch is gone, leaving derek freezing cold and unsatisfied.

Stiles leans over onto the island, and Derek plates the finished food. They sit next to one another on stools in the kitchen. A comfortable but charged silence between them, Derek is itching to touch Stiles and have those hands on him in return.

“We will have to keep it small. I don't have that much saved up and I've only been at the department for a few years. While I'm sure dad will dry out his savings, I don't want to do that to him ya know?” it's not a real question but still the words tumble from his lips before he can stop them. “Do you want a big wedding? Do you want all the bells and whistles and all of that?”

Derek waves his hand, not to anything in particular.

It’s Stiles’s turn to shrug, “Yeah i do, but we can't afford it, I’ll settle for something small” he taps his fingers against the thick of Derek's thigh.

“We can have a small and intimate wedding with the pack and a few extras.” a small brush of warm lips ghost over derek shirt covered shoulder.

“I’ll settle for something small” that doesn’t sit well with Derek and he shakes his head.

“No you want a big wedding you'll have one. You don't have to settle for anything. You'll have nothing but the best” there's a finality in his voice that Derek reserves for the pack when they are misbehaving. He sweeps his eyes to Stiles’s and they're weird, the mix of emotions confusing.

“And how do you suppose we pay for said ‘big wedding’ Der?”

The honey color deepens when Derek easily says “Stiles, I’m richer than you know, money isn't an issue. You want a big wedding you'll have one. Along with a big Honeymoon and anything else big you want” He smiles quickly, slanting his lips against Stiles’s in a kiss that conveys that he means it. Stiles will never have to settle for anything ever again. He doesn’t now, anything he wants he gets, he wanted a tv and Derek bought one, Stiles wanted a bookshelf in their room for when he's restless and can't sleep. Derek built one for scratch, though he doesn't have the splinters to prove it. Derek would give Stiles the moon if he could pull it off.

They're still kissing passionately when Lydia breezes in, accompanied by Isaac and Erica. “Morning love birds” the sultry chirp of Erica's voice pulls them apart. Stiles’s cheeks flushed with heat and his scent sweet with arousal and desire. If the wolves can smell it they dont comment, only swath their alpha in a quick hug and swipe of their cheek.

“You're not even dressed” Lydia squints at Stiles before turning an eye on Derek’s hands, which are placed firmly on the small of Stiles’s back, the intent clear.

“Right, I should shower, I’ll be down in twenty” a chaste kiss is pressed to Derek's lips and he's gone. Flying up the stairs the shower turning on not even a minute later.

“You smell happy, it's a good scent on you” Isaac’s deep voice resonates over the chatter of Lydia and Erica near the coffee pot. “I am happy, and so are you, it's almost suffocating” a smile ghosts Derek's lips as he rises, collecting dishes.

The pack had all started to smell insanely happy, content with the way their lives have settled. It was a testimony to the way they all stuck together through everything. Derek remembers when they all took a trip to Europe to basically drag Isaac home, where he promptly took a beating from allison then they got married 2 years later.

Erica and Boyd were never apart, but after the run in with the Alphas and Boyd almost losing his mate they didn't waste any time and got married as soon as they graduated. It was a funny experience. They didn’t even tell anyone, just disappeared one weekend to Vegas and came back with rings and matching tattoos. Derek remembers Stiles crying laughing before tossing his arms around Erica saying she'd picked the only man who’d actually put up with her being as mean as she was.

She punched him.

Scott getting engaged was interesting. He’d fumbled over his words at christmas, and his mom started crying before he even got the ring out of his pocket. Kira had all but thrown them back into the couch squealing and Scott lost the ring in the couch. But Kira never tells that part.

Lydia had promptly decided that she didn't want anything to do with the male race, or anyone for that matter, she was much too happy being that smartest in the room, and a partner would only try to outshine her. That had put Parrish in a strange place, since he was still chasing after her like a hellhound on a leash.

Derek shook his head a small smile on his face. Easily lost in his thoughts about his pack, his family. He settled up to the sink, and started washing the dishes. “You know big man, you look good doing all this domestic work” Stiles slid up next to derek, resting his head on the large shoulders. Derek growled lowly in his chest, the sound playful and brought smiles to Erica and Isaac’s faces.

“Think about what you want Stiles. Money isn't an issue, you can have everything you want.” The alpha easily tugs his lips to his lovers. A brisk, and calming kiss is given and received. Stiles is pulled away by a grumbling lydia.

“Damn mates, Sappy as hell” before derek is left alone.

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