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"Like A Virgin"

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Read Part 1 HERE

Read Part 2 HERE

Read Part 3 HERE

NOTES: I literally put my whole heart and pussy into the previous part and it's just so THRILLING to see all the immense love and support!! 🥺❤️❤️❤️

I'm reeeally hoping y'all will like this part, too! Steven has an extremely special place in my heart, but this time we're shifting focus and giving our lovably murderous Moon Boy JAKE his time to shine!! \(^o^)/

Now as we all know, Jake unfortunately hasn't had a lot of screen time yet. I also watched Moon Knight for the third time and besides his confirmed appearance in the post-credits, there are some other more subtle scenes that I'm PRETTY sure Jake was in and it was a lot of fun for me to think so and obsess over!

But I digress! Anywhore, as I was saying, since Jake hasn't been on a lot the way I write him is PURELY made up. Of course, I try my best to capture the vibes I personally get from him, but until Season 2 drops (because I am NOT giving up on that) we don't know for certain what his personality's actually like (and I haven't read the comics please don't shoot me). It was a little challenging, but I really enjoyed getting to explore Jake and his perspective quite a bit! Though he ended up being a bit sadder than I intended CUZ THIS BOI JUST NEEDS AND DESERVES A WHOLE LOTTA LOVIN'❣️

Furthermore, I am not a Spanish speaker. Jake obviously is and I wanna stay as true as possible to the character by having him speak some (*cough* S E X Y *cough*) Spanish throughout, but if I made any mistakes at all then please kindly correct me as I mainly just use Google Translate and/or search up Spanish terms! For example, I was made aware that "ese" means "that" in Spanish. However, it's also Spanish slang for "dude", "man", etc. and I just find it fitting for Jake to call the boys that 😅

Also, Jake is...rough 😳 Don't worry, he loves and cares about you a LOT, but this is a fair WARNING in case you're not into that! And this part got pretty long, IDK I probs blacked out somewhere in the middle and this is le horny result~

Additionally, do y'all think the relationship between reader x Steven/the boys is going too fast? I really try to make it as natural as possible, but hey this is only fiction after all and I think Steven, for one, falls in love FAST since in the show he was already simping for Layla the first time they met 😂 But I can't judge Steven cuz I'd be the same if I ever met Oscar Isaac I mean, I'm already simping now but YOU GET IT

And a lil funny coincidoink, Like A Virgin came on the radio which I guess was your guys' universal push for me to continue this ASAP!

I truly am sorry for the wait!! Life is hard but I simp harder xD

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Part 4: Gonna give you all my love, boy

Your chest rose and fell with each soft, blissful snore. Your face void of any burden, open and peaceful; plump lips parted slightly, looking so kissable. And that's exactly what Steven did, lonely lips descending to meet yours--his slumbering goddess.

An insatiable part of him longed for you to awaken, to spend more time fumbling around in the sheets until sunrise. But he knew, more than anyone else, that sleep was important. And he had no doubt that after all the...unique events that progressed your relationship, you deserved all the rest you can get.

Like the proper gentleman he was, he had cleaned you up before snuggling in bed together until dreams inevitably consumed you. And now here you were, using one of his arms that he can't feel anymore as your pillow and your bodies exchanging heat.

Then his mouth lowered, down your chin, to your throat, and to the delicate dip between your neck and shoulder. Planting butterfly kisses on your skin, lips tracing and eyes memorizing every perfect imperfection that dotted your body like constellations.

He noticed your breathing slowly growing uneven, your nipples salaciously peaking through your tank top. He knew he had to stop. He had to, but...

He lifted his free hand, inching towards your breasts before freezing, clenching into a tight fist that had his nails digging into his palm.

His cheeks bloomed red, pulling away and laying on his back as he stared up blankly at the ceiling. What the fuck was he doing?

"Jake, mate... I know you're there, might as well say something, yeah?" Steven whispered.

'Your senses are improving, ese.' Jake snickered. 'Is that why you stopped? No need to be shy, it's just the same as watching porn.'

Steven turned redder, clearing his throat. "Jake, you know you can meet Y/N too, right?"

Silence greeted him. Steven waited patiently, giving his alter all the time he needed. As rough around the edges as they may be, the boys all cared about each other and Steven knew that all Jake needed--deserved--was time. Hell, he and Marc didn't even know Jake existed for a while until he finally felt comfortable enough to reveal himself.

'Nah, ese.' Jake snorted, though his voice held a certain heaviness to it. 'She's all yours. You deserve her, Steven.'

"You're a part of me, Jake. You deserve her, too."

'Don't think your little cariño would appreciate it so much that you're wanting to hand her off to some other asshole.' Jake scoffed.

"I'm not 'handing her off', you git. I wanna...share." Steven mumbled the latter, gulping thickly.

'Steven...' Jake sighed, but Steven sensed intrigue in his tone. 'I don't know what the fuck you expect from this talk, ese. We only share the same body, that's it.'

"You're lying and you know it. Two months working with Y/N, I never said anything, but I knew you were always there. This damn body isn't the only thing we share, 'cause I know your feelings are just the same as mine."

It was then that you mewled softly, shifting and wrapping an arm around Steven's waist and cuddling close to his side with a content little smile on your lips as you slept.

Steven melted and he felt Jake do so, too.

"I'm not giving you an out, mate." Steven chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. "I'm absolutely buggered and so are you."

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Steven, that absolute fucking puta.

As soon as Jake opened his eyes, dread filled him. Slowly turning his head and seeing your back to him, he knew Steven gave up control at some point and forced Jake to come out from the shadows.

He's tried multiple times to drag that pendejo back out, but Steven has obviously put up a block between them. Jake sighed frustratedly, his gaze lingering on you once more.

His heart ached. And fuck it hurts.

He wasn't Steven.

He did not deserve you.

He was dirty--rotten. He was only good for causing pain; even the ways in which he protected the boys were brutal, inhumane.

And he loved the chaos. Thrived in it.

When Steven met you for the first time, two months ago, that was what Jake intended to cause as well. Pain. Heartbreak.

Nothing more than another pretty notch to add to his belt.

But you...surprised him. You actually cared about Steven, gave him basic human respect and the time of day when no one else did and just fucking listened. Accepted him with open arms and such a kind, blinding smile. And pretty soon, Jake yearned for that, too. From you. Just you.

You didn't even know he existed--you didn't fucking care about him--and yet you smashed his glass heart into a thousand pieces, leaving him to find the sharpest shard and continuously stab himself as punishment.

That's what he deserved. Not you.

But oh... You looked so cold. Why were you so far away? What the hell were you thinking, pulling away from him?

Like a lion stalking its prey, Jake crawled towards you until he was on top of you. His dark eyes trailed down your sleeping form, so beautiful, so vulnerable. He didn't realize his hand was shaking slightly as it reached up to caress your face, breath hitching as his thumb glided across your bottom lip before slowly slipping it inside your mouth.

He watched, completely entranced, as your saliva coated his thumb and the way in which you squirmed so that you were now laying on your back, facing him. You were still asleep, though your brows creased together and your breathing grew shallow.

What were you dreaming about, Jake wondered? Were you dreaming about last night? Steven didn't feel him then, but Jake was there and it was the best torture he's ever endured.

He can make you feel good--better. And if there was any room in your heart (and legs) for him, he'd more than happily prove it to you.

But you were so kind, so sweet... Surely you'd accept him, too, right?

Surely you'd relieve him of his huge fucking hard-on, right?

He found himself lowering, lowering, lowering--then stopped just as his lips were about to meet yours.

No...

You didn't deserve this. You didn't deserve him.

As if he was just burnt, he sprang away from you and sat at the foot of the bed, keeping as much distance as possible. His head hung low, hands scrubbing his face in frustration before turning into self-loathing slaps.

He quickly got a hold of himself, lest you have a cruel awakening to him. Not Steven.

He looked over his shoulder. You really did look cold. He unchained the ankle restraint then stood up, walking over to your side and tucking the blanket over your unfairly scantily clad body.

God... How he wished he was the one keeping you warm.

He then shook his head, glancing towards the wall clock. 5:40 a.m.

He can sneak out and do some business for Khonshu. And by the time he returns, hopefully Steven does, too.

He has to.

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You rolled over in bed, expecting to cuddle up next to something much more solid than a pillow. Your brows furrowed, a hand flying out to pat the bed and not finding what--who--it was seeking.

Your eyes snapped open and you bolted upright. You looked around in a frenzy, eyes still bleary with sleep and finding the apartment completely empty.

You then noticed the time on the wall clock. 7:20 a.m.

You were off work today, but you weren't sure if Steven had a shift. But even if he did, it was still too early for the museum to open.

So...

Where the hell was Steven?

He couldn't have ditched you...could he? No, that wasn't possible, this was his flat.

But wait... What if this was his subtle way of telling you to get lost? That he didn't want to see you still here when he comes back from wherever the fuck he went to?

You overstayed your welcome, didn't you? This was what it was about, isn't it? This was all your fault, right?

You were on the verge of hyperventilating when, at the corner of your eye, you spotted a bright yellow sticky note on top of the books on the bedside table. You quickly ripped it off, reading the messy, rushed handwriting.

Don't know when I'll be back. Just relax. Food for you is in the kitchen, amor.

You blinked away tears you didn't realize were forming once, twice, then bursted into laughter.

"Fuck, seriously, what is wrong with me?" You berated yourself, still laughing.

This was Steven. Of course he would never abandon you, and you would never abandon him.

He proved it to you, after all. The memories of last night terrorizing your brain once more, making you blush like a virgin (which you were--for now).

You wanted to prove yourself to him, too. And you're sure you'll think of something, but at the moment you became distracted as your eyes landed on Steven's black sweatshirt sprawled carelessly across the floor.

You put on your glasses then hopped off of the bed and picked up the sweatshirt, tugging it on and letting out a giggle as it drooped over your thighs, turning the sleeves into little hand mittens and your body and heart just feeling so warm.

You ambled over to the kitchen, seeing a plate of slightly burnt toast and scrambled eggs clumsily covered in plastic wrap on the small dining table. You chuckled softly, taking the plastic off before sitting down and having breakfast.

As you chewed, once again your brain couldn't help but wander off.

It was only a little thing. Such a stupid thing, really. But still, it just would not stop nagging you.

Amor. It was French for 'love'.

But... Steven didn't spell it with a U. It was supposed to be amour.

Amor, no U, was the Spanish spelling. And Steven, who seemed fluent in French, should know that.

But people make mistakes, and who were you to judge such a minuscule, silly mistake?

Before you could entertain yourself by ruminating over such nonsense some more, your ears perked up when you heard the lock click and the door opening and shutting close. You kept quiet, watching as Steven slowly trudged in.

He was wearing a flat cap and a trench coat, and from your spot in the kitchen he hasn't noticed you yet. But he looked...different.

You couldn't quite explain it, but he seemed...tense. On edge. An air of agitation surrounding him, stiff in his movements yet carrying a sense of confidence at the same time.

Wild.

You then swallowed, standing up from your chair and silently making your way over to Steven with his back turned to you as he busied himself with stripping off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling him jolt. But before he could react, you spoke up.

"I missed you..." You murmured, embracing him more tightly as you pressed your cheek to his back. "Don't do that again, please. At least wake me up if you're leaving."

Steven didn't say anything, completely rigid and gloved hands balled into tight fists.

Then it clicked.

"You're not Steven...are you?"

His shoulders jerked, and you pulled your face away to look up at him. But you never removed your arms, keeping them in place around his waist.

Then his shoulders drooped, hearing him take a sharp intake of breath before ever so slowly turning his head over his shoulder.

"Caught red-handed." His lips curled up into a smirk, dark eyes gleaming down at you. "You're much more observant than I thought, princesa."

Your breath hitched, mouth agape and eyes blown wide as you gawked at him. You didn't know what to feel. Well, there was definitely excitement, but you weren't sure if it was appropriate for you to feel such a way.

Regardless, you were glad Steven was open and honest with you from the get-go. You knew, at some point, it was inevitable that you'd meet the two other men he's mentioned. So, you weren't too taken aback to be experiencing this right now.

"Judging from your accent and what you called me just now... You must be Jake?" You queried, cocking your head to the side as you stared up at him. Funny, he shared the exact same body as Steven, but he was still...different. The way he held himself, the little quirk to his lips, the look in his eyes--it was all very distinct.

"Don't see why you gotta keep asking me questions, princesa. Seems like ya got it all figured out." Jake scoffed, amusement in his tone.

"Well... You certainly made an...impression when you asked me out." You spoke slowly, carefully, as if not daring to spook some wild animal. You wanted Jake to feel safe, welcomed; because it felt like Jake hasn't at all expected to be here right now, but you wanted to let him know that you didn't mind him. You were happy to be meeting him.

But Jake took it the wrong way. He read your body language as aloof, like you were just trying to be polite. And why wouldn't you be? You were naturally kind, but he knew better.

He was absolutely not supposed to be here. He was never supposed to meet you, never planned to. After all, you preferred Steven.

...Didn't you?

His jaw ticked, his hands untangling your arms around his waist before he spun on his heel to fully face you. You gasped as he did, paling at the sight of blood on his shirt.

"What happened?!" You panicked, your hands immediately touching his body, eyes frantically searching for any injuries. "Did someone hurt you?! Oh my god, who did this to you?!"

"It's not my blood."

You froze, a chill coursing through your veins. Slowly, your head tilted up, meeting his gaze. It was much darker than before, flecks of savagery brewing within. And yet, you also saw...loneliness.

Longing.

"Are you scared, Y/N?"

You held your breath, his voice cracking as he uttered your name for the first time. It was a simple question that had a painfully simple answer.

"I am."

Jake shut his eyes, inhaling deeply and letting it out in a wavering breath.

He fucking knew it.

"Jake..." His eyes snapped open at your voice, so soft, so unexpectedly calm. "Will you...hurt me?"

"I would never." He whispered--promised--holding your gaze sincerely. "I couldn't."

"I'm scared of the...things you can do, Jake." You admitted, noticing his Adam's apple bob as he gulped. His gaze fell to the floor, but you reached up, gently cupping the side of his face. "But...I'm not scared of you."

Jake met your eyes once more, his hardened expression softening as he sighed, nuzzling into your comforting hand. For the first time in a long time, he felt...safe. He was not one of Khonshu's pawns, he was not Steven or Marc's ruthless protector, he was simply...

Jake Lockley.

"I'm sorry..." He murmured, trembling hand reaching out and caressing your cheek; tenderly, fondly, lovingly. "I...was never supposed to meet you. I was fine watching you quietly. But last night, Steven said he wanted us to meet. For me to be a...part of what you have with him."

A deafening silence rang in your ears. Jake watched you with those intense, soulful eyes, brows furrowed and jaw clenched as he waited with bated breath for your reaction. Any reaction.

"Jake..." You have no idea how you even managed to speak, your volatile heartbeat replacing the silence. "Take a shower first, we'll talk after."

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Water dripped from Jake's hair, his hands pressed against the wall with his head tilted down as he watched the pristine white tiles of the shower's floor stain red.

This was an all too familiar situation for him. Washing off blood that didn't belong to him, his body getting cleaned though never his damned soul. But it never bothered him before...until now.

He knew there was a chance you'd be awake when he returned, but he figured that he can just pretend to be Steven at least until that idiot takes control of the body again. Jake's done it convincingly enough a few times before back when Steven and Marc were still unaware of his existence, acting as one of them whenever something triggered them and he suddenly had to front.

But when you hugged him, he just...froze. It felt as if he was struck by lightning because this was real--you were real. Your heart-wrenching kindness and beauty were all directed towards him, and he was no longer just a pathetic fly on the wall through Steven's eyes.

But how could he be so fucking dumb? He never should've shown himself, he should've stayed away from the apartment even if it took all day and just let Steven deal with the consequences. And yet...he came back.

Because, the absolute truth is, he wanted to meet you. At his very core, he was a selfish bastard who wanted to be with you, no matter the punishment inflicted on him--he inflicts on himself.

But was he really being selfish?

As drastically different as they were, Steven and Marc managed to control their own separate lives. Steven had his job that he despised, but also the comfort of regularly getting a paycheck that provided for his daily needs. Marc was Khonshu's (main) Avatar and as draining as it was, he could still unwind after a long day with a pack of beer and a Chicago Cubs game playing on TV.

And then, of course, there were Moon Knight and Mr. Knight that ultimately tied them together.

But what about Jake? Was he nothing more than a punching bag for Marc and Steven, only seizing command and handling whatever shitshow they got themselves into that they were too weak to finish?

Jake knew that was his job--his purpose. And honestly, it was okay. He cared about the boys, and keeping them safe meant the same for him as well.

...Until you came along. And for the first fucking time, he actually wanted something. Yearned for someone. Just for himself, and not because of anyone else's expectations or demands of him.

He didn't realize it until you came crashing into Steven's--and his--life like some fucking meteorite, but he was empty. And on the extremely rare occasions that Jake was entitled to the body all for himself, he grew tired of being tired from aimlessly hopping bar to bar. Nearly wiping all his fucking memories out with heavy drinks and the need--the desperation--to forget about the problems he deliberately ignores, hides, even for one single measly night through fucking some random stranger he didn't and won't ever care about.

But you weren't a stranger, that was perfectly clear. Days bled into weeks, and weeks into months; and here you were now, looking all cute--tempting--wearing Steven's sweatshirt, eating breakfast in his home, as his girlfriend.

Steven's girlfriend. Not Jake's girlfriend.

"Jake, you know you can meet Y/N too, right?"

Steven's words from last night echoed in Jake's head, taunting him. And the ridiculous proposition that followed afterwards, of the two of them sharing you.

"You're a part of me, Jake. You deserve her, too."

And maybe, just maybe...Steven's right.

Maybe Jake did deserve you.

But did you deserve him?

"What's got you looking all emo?" Jake's head abruptly whipped around, seeing you with one hand holding the shower curtain open while the other clutched onto a towel covering your body.

Your naked body.

Jake's mouth went dry, completely paralyzed. All he could do was let his eyes scan you from head to toe, undressing you in his mind. He's already seen you last night and he thought he'd be fine just basking you in from Steven's point of view, but oh...he thought dead wrong.

Because now he really wanted to touch you. Feel you. Make you come undone, all because of him. All for him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" His question came out sharper than he intended it to, eyes narrowing as he watched your gaze drop, shifting on your feet uncertainly along with the tantalizing way you bit your lip.

You seemed to be engaging in a silent war with yourself before you shook your head, straightening up as you dared to meet his eyes and slowly dropped the towel to the floor.

"I told Steven this before, but I prefer to get things over with." You smiled a bit sheepishly, stepping into the shower; the warm drizzle of water helped to thaw the ice cold sensation anxiety gripped you with. "I'm a very impatient woman, Mr. Lockley."

"And you think jumping into the shower completely naked with a man you barely know is the answer to your impatience, señorita?" Jake arched a brow, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, it's not like I can get into the shower with clothes on, right? That's just fucking stupid." You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. "Besides... It's because I want to get to know you that I'm here."

"This is a dangerous game you're playing, princesa." Jake murmured, his smirk instantly vanishing; that furrowed brows, clenched jaw sternness once more overtaking his striking features as he regarded you. "I'm not your sweet, sensitive little boyfriend. I'm not Steven." He practically hissed out the name, though there was more sadness to it than venom.

"This isn't a game to me, Jake." You stated firmly, standing your ground as you held your chin high and levelled your gaze with his. "None of this is. I take Steven very seriously--I take our relationship very seriously." You paused, taking a deep, shaky breath. "And I know, maybe I'm moving too fast, and I totally understand your doubts about this--about me. But I'm not a fucking dumbass. I know you're not Steven and I like you, anyway."

Jake was rarely speechless, but even as his mouth parted to say something--anything--nothing came out. He felt something fall down his cheek, and he wasn't too sure if it was water or the strange liquid that suddenly made his vision all blurry.

But he didn't have much time to ponder on it when your hand gently pressed against his cheek, your eyes kind and full of adoration, the same adoration you always bless Steven with and something Jake believed was only a far-off miracle for him.

"Y/N..." He choked out, glossy dark eyes intently set on you. "I'm a monster."

"You're not a monster, Jake." You were quick to counter, taking a step closer, now being chest to chest with Jake. "You're a part of Steven, and anything--anyone--that's a part of him is beautiful. And you sure as hell deserve to live your own life, too. And, well, if you'll have me..." You blushed, looking down. "...I would really, really like to get to know you better, Jake Lockley."

Silence smothered you, wrapping its invisible claws around your neck, and you now fully understood what people meant when they say something takes forever. You thought it would be easier and much less frightening if the ground actually opened up and swallowed you whole, but Jake finally put you out of your misery, his hand turning off the shower and a low chuckle bubbling out of him.

"Well... Damn." He smirked, cocking his head down at you, though his smug demeanour couldn't mask the rosiness that dusted his cheeks. "You really do like me and Steven, huh, querida? Or maybe it's just your boobs up against me that's convincing me."

"Well, if it's helping you to believe me, then I'm not complaining." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, pushing your breasts against him. Both of your breaths stuttered at the close, intimate contact, and you whimpered as his hands landed on your hips, callused fingers squeezing your soft flesh.

"Dios mío..." He growled lowly, his hands slowly, reverently travelling up the curves of your body, leaving a burning wake, before dipping once more and giving your ass a hard smack.

"Ah..!" You gasped, lurching forward, your face bumping against his solid chest. You felt his chest vibrate as a deep laugh rumbled out of him, one hand fisting your hair and pulling your head back.

"I ain't lying when I said I'm not your sweet, sensitive boyfriend." There was mania in his eyes, baring shiny white teeth as he grinned widely at you; like a shark who's smelled blood--your blood--from a mile away, he's set his target and can't be satisfied by anything, anyone else. "Then again, if you could see Steven's thoughts like I can, 'sweet and sensitive' aren't completely accurate for him."

You gulped, but not from fear. You squeezed your thighs together, pupils dilating as you stared up at Jake. "I-I don't mind if you or Steven aren't sweet and sensitive. I wanna be treated nice, but there are plenty of ways 'nice' can be translated to..." You placed a hand on his abs, lips parting as you traced along his taut muscles, looking like some fucking Greek sculpture--a god--with the way his wet body shimmered a divine bronze. "Don't you think so...Papi?"

With no warning, you felt the air get knocked out of you as his lips collided with yours, attacking you; tongues intertwining with a clash of teeth, the moist smack of your lips harmonizing with the vulgar moans Jake drew out of you.

You felt Jake's neediness, the desperation underlying his roughness--as if this was not just the first, but the only time he'd get to kiss you and have you for himself.

As if you'd ever allow for this to be the only time.

Your hands fell to his shoulders, nails breaking his skin and marking him with crescent indents. He groaned as you did, kissing you with even more fervour, fiery passion never ceasing as you both chased after that hellish ecstasy; seizing, bruising, suffocating you.

More, more, more. Giving and taking, taking, taking.

You just could never have enough, clueless as to where you started and Jake ended, Jake's tongue practically down your throat now. You know you needed air, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, but your body refused.

If this was how you died, then you'd die an elated woman.

But Jake suddenly pulled away from you, making you whine loudly. Your hands pawed at his chest, tears springing to your eyes and your ears couldn't even register the pitiful pleas that tumbled out of your mouth for more, more, more.

"You're such a fucking slut, aren't you, mi amor?" Jake snickered, one hand wrapping around your neck, thumb stroking the column of your throat, squeezing just enough to feel as if your head was floating. "Steven always saw you as this pure, innocent angel. But you're not, aren't you? You wanna be corrupted, don't you? You wanna be my pretty little devil, slut?"

"I'll be anything for you, Papi." You replied breathlessly, tears staining your scarlet cheeks. "Just be my everything."

"I'll be whatever--do whatever--for you, mi vida." His voice was low, barely above a whisper, but you heard him loud and clear, his earnesty and sweetness cloying. His other hand caressed your face before he leaned down, his tongue licking away your salty tears, a reprieve from the rapturous flames that engulfed him. "Now... What do you want Papi to do?" He purred, smirking wolfishly down at you. "You want me to fuck you? Spread your little virgin pussy, fill you up with my cock? Wanna see how much you can take, cariño. Take all my cum, don't waste a single fucking drop."

As tempting as his filthy words were, as much as you wanted to, you remembered how Steven refused to have sex with you last night. Of his promise that he'll make love to you another time, when he was better prepared with condoms. And fuck, you wanted him--them--so badly. Steven and Jake. But you respected Steven and his decision, and you did also want for your lovemaking to be special.

"Can I taste your cock, Papi?" You asked, biting your lip as you met Jake's gaze shyly. You felt like a mouse and he was the lion, yet you held the power in whatever was going to happen. "I-I promise I'll take it all... Take all your cum, like a good girl."

Jake knew that you chose not to have sex with him out of respect for Steven, and that only made him love you more. He felt a pang in his heart and a smile tugged up the corners of his lips, eyes locking with yours, full of tenderness and affection.

Right then and there, he knew that you were "the one". For him and Steven.

"Get on your knees like a good fucking girl, then." He breathed, and you didn't hesitate as you instantly dropped to your knees, breasts jiggling slightly as you did. Your eyes widened as his cock stood proudly, mere inches away from your face.

"I...I'm sorry if I'm...bad." Your voice came out as a squeak, mentally slapping yourself before clearing your throat. "I-I've never done this before!"

"You better have not or else I'll hunt down and kill all the fuckers you've ever been with." He barked out a laugh, but his eyes were dark and serious.

Murder was not something Jake Lockley ever joked about, after all.

Strangely enough, you found his possessiveness...sexy. Which only meant that Jake was already corrupting you.

But was that really such a bad thing?

You shook your head, focusing on the cock--erm, task--at hand. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, hearing Jake breathe sharply through his nose as you did. You licked your lips as you watched the pre-cum drip out of the tip, so curious, so transfixed like a moth to a flame.

Your tongue then darted out, experimentally licking the milky fluid. Jake threw his head back with a guttural groan; you've barely even started, and it made you fucking giddy that he reacted like this.

"Jake..." You murmured, giggling softly. You peered up at him through your long lashes, flashing him a dazzling smile. "You're so beautiful, Jake."

"That ain't something you should call a man, mi vida." Jake scoffed, but the crimson tint on his cheeks have spread like wildfire to the tips of his ears and neck. "Especially not when you're the beautiful one."

"Going soft on me now, Jakey?" You teased lightheartedly, slowly beginning to stroke his length.

Jake's breath hitched, brows furrowing as he watched you intently, attentively. "You really are a little devil, Y/N." He chuckled deeply, and you knew that meant trouble. "You think I'm going soft? Looks like you really have a lot you need to know about me."

Like before, his hand fisted your hair, pulling your head back and making you look up at him. "Open up, slut." And you did, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. You flinched slightly as his cock hit your tongue, his other hand grabbing his member and moving it around on your tongue, painting it white.

"Now you're gonna be a good cocksucker, got it?" He grinned down devilishly at you, eyes twinkling with sheer, wicked glee. "You're gonna make Papi cum, like the good whore that you are."

You nodded hastily, eagerly. And you just couldn't fucking take it anymore, jostling forward and burying his cock in your wet, hot mouth.

"That's. Fucking. It." Jake hissed, his grip on your hair tightening ever so slightly. Slowly, you began to bob your head, your mouth accommodating his size. You briefly wondered how anyone could ever even compare this to a banana or a popsicle stick; it was much bigger and your jaw started to hurt, which Jake quickly noticed as you tensed.

"Hey, relax." He cooed, reaching down to tenderly wipe away the tears you didn't realize were flowing down your cheeks. "Easy, Y/N. Relax your mouth, loosen up your throat... Fuck, yeah, that's it. Keep going, hermosa."

With newfound confidence and assurance, you gradually increased your pace. You hollowed your cheeks, your tongue sliding along the underside of his cock with each rhythmic bop of your head. Up, down, up, down--Jake's sinful groans bouncing off the walls of the bathroom, never breaking eye contact as you burned all of him into memory.

Then your surprised gasp was muffled as his foot pressed against your clit, only offering you a cocky smirk in return.

He began to move his foot, his toes budging your clit and stroking along your pussy. You moaned around his cock, grinding against his foot for more friction. Then his other hand grabbed onto your hair, both of his hands now pushing and pulling your head up, down, up, down--drool spilling down the sides of your mouth, resisting the urge to gag as the tip of Jake's cock pounded your throat, your hands floundering to his thighs as you clung on for dear life.

"Fuck, look at you... Una putita tan bonita solo para mí." He laughed, the thrusts of his hips growing fiercer, more rabid as he mercilessly fucked your throat. "Wanna taste me, mi vida? Think you've earned it?"

All you could do was nod, nod, nod--looking up at him pleadingly as you continued to desperately grind yourself against his foot, your own orgasm fast approaching.

Jake's jeering laughter soon stuttered into a heavy, gasping moan; his eyes squeezing shut as his head fell back, hitting the wall. You felt his cock twitch, releasing his seed, shooting down your throat and his balls slamming against your chin.

Your own release coated Jake's foot, your entire body shuddering from the intensity of it all and coughing as Jake finally withdrew his cock out of your mouth. But you didn't have time to revel in the afterglow as Jake's hand wrapped around your neck once more, dragging you up and crashing his lips with yours. You swapped spit and cum, but neither of you cared; the two of you groping, squeezing, clinging onto each other any which way your needy hands could fumble.

You didn't keep track anymore of who pulled away first, laughter ringing in your ears as you both grinned at each other; spent, happy.

The dawn of something new, exciting, promising shining between the two of you.

Wordlessly, Jake turned on the shower again. Then he grabbed the soap, his hands gliding along your smooth skin, his lips attaching to the crook of your neck where he could see the faint pinpricks of his handprint slowly materializing.

"Did I hurt you, mi vida?" As rough of a lover as Jake was, none of his pleasure mattered if you didn't enjoy yourself.

"A little bit." You admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing the top of his head. "But it's okay. I...liked it." You blushed furiously.

"Fuck..." He grumbled, pulling away and looking very much like a kicked puppy, something that you thought only Steven was a pro at. "As cute as you are blushing like that, princesa, I'm so fucking sorry. I know I should know when to stop, when to be gentle...but those are not really what I'm good at." His eyes drifted down, and you can tell that he had a lot more to say. A lot more to regret. "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"I forgive you, Jake. Now please... Stop beating yourself up, okay?" You cupped his face, pecking his nose and meeting his gaze. "I'm not lying when I said I liked it, but don't blame yourself too much. I also should've done something, spoken up if it was too painful for me." Your fingers ran through his hair, smiling softly, lovingly at him. "All of this is new for me--for us. But it's okay, 'cause we can learn together, yeah? And if you'd like, we can come up with a safe word if things get too rough."

Jake hesitated, wondering if you were really telling the truth and not just trying to comfort him. But one look at your sweet, loving smile was more than enough for his worries and doubts to fade away, his own smile gracing his lips and his hands holding your own that were so gently, kindly cupping his face.

"I think that would be great. Any idea what the safe word should be?"

"I was thinking 'Khonshu'." Your answer made Jake snort before he bursted into laughter, you joining shortly after.

"Mi vida, if you say that bastardo's name while we're fucking, you really are gonna make me go soft." He chuckled, pinching your cheek and kissing your forehead.

"Fine, fine! Clearly coming up with a safe word is what I'm not good at. Let's figure it out together." You playfully rolled your eyes, giggling and kissing his cheek. "Anyway, I'll head out first. But don't take too long or else I'll jump in the shower with you again and for the sake of Steven's water expenses, you do not want that happening."

"On one condition, señorita. You have to wear my clothes when you get out, not Steven's." He hummed to which you laughed and nodded, but just as you were about to step out of the shower, Jake suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to his chest.

He leaned down to your ear, voice a low purr as he spoke; like it was a secret, a sacred oath between only the two of you.

"El amor de mi vida, mi salvavidas... Nunca te dejaré ir."

Your lips curled up into a smile, your heart swelling achingly within your chest. You turned around and leaned up on your tiptoes, your lips melting perfectly together with Jake's, becoming one.

"I love you, Jake Lockley." You whispered, sealing your oath. "Now... Don't keep me waiting. You know I'm an impatient woman."

Jake watched with a dumb, lovestruck grin as you pulled away giggling, finally stepping out of the shower and closing the bathroom door behind you. And as soon as you were gone, Jake piped up to the other occupant in the bathroom.

"Steven, ese... I know you're there, might as well say something, huh?"

'Bloody HELL, mate...' Steven's words stumbled out in a rushed, breathless breath. 'That was MENTAL.'

"You're welcome for the free show, ese." Jake chuckled, standing under the spray of the shower as he washed himself off.

Although Jake couldn't see Steven, he knew that the poor, flustered English man was having a damn heart attack at this very moment.

'That was...that was...' Steven was completely at a loss for words, making Jake smirk.

"The hottest fucking thing you've ever seen? Yeah, I know. Y/N's our sexy girlfriend, after all." Jake turned off the shower, hopping out and drying himself off with a towel. "You're right, by the way. We're both absolutely fucked."

'I'm just glad it all worked out, mate.' Steven replied, relief and happiness flooding his voice. 'You deserve her. WE deserve her. It's just...' He trailed off, sighing deeply. 'Now that I think about it, I'm worried about Marc.'

"Fuck Marc." Jake snapped, his eyes settling on the mirror, Steven's reflection staring back at him with an anxious crease between his brows and lips downturned. "We deserve to live our own lives, too, Steven. That cabrón's just gonna have to deal with it."

And deal with it, Marc will. But...

You'll have to deal with Marc, too.

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some soft, gentle dom ani. he wants to take care of you the most, but you better obey what he says yk 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Ugh! In love with this request🤤✨Thanks for your request @skywalkershootme <33

obey me - anakin skywalker

A/N: this contains a whole lotta smut and a whole lotta fluff. Minors DNI.

Ani kicks your bedroom door open whilst he carries you into the bedroom in his arms, your lips never leaving his. He gently places you down onto the bed. He’s just returned from a mission, he’s been gone for days and god did you miss him.

“Miss me baby?” He asks as he pulls away and skips his shirt off.

“Of course I did ani” you say as he pushes you down onto the bed, leaning over you.

“Missed those beautiful eyes so so much” he whispers as he looks down into your eyes. Before planting a lustfull kiss onto your plump lips.

“I missed yours more” you say as you roll over and climb on top of him. “I missed doing this” you say before planting kisses all down his abs to the hem of his trousers. You look up at him when he grabs your chin…

“I’m leading tonight baby girl” he says as he rolls you back over so that he’s laying on top of you. He begins to take off your top revealing your lace bra “so beautiful baby” he whispers into your ear as he unclasps your bra.

“I need you now ani” you moan as he sucks on your sensitive nipples, sending chills down your spine.

“You can have me baby, as long as you obey me” he says as he pulls down your leggings along with your wet panties.

“Yes ani, I will obey you…” you moan, practically begging for him before he slips his trousers and boxers off revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

“Sure you can take this baby?” He teases as he likes himself up with your dripping entrance.

“Yes ani, fill me up” you whisper into his ear before he slides his cock into your tight walls. You let out a deep moan.

“Fuck baby, so tight for me” he moans into you ear as you adjust to his size.

“Ani, fuck me hard” you moan, desperately.

“Thought I was taking the lead tonight baby?” He asks as he slows down, only making you want him more.

“Yes ani, do whatever you want to me” you scream before he begins to fuck you deep and hard, hitting all the right spots. “Ugh right there ani!” You scream as he hits your g spot repeatedly.

“Does that feel good baby?” He teases before kissing your lips.

“Yes ani, don’t stop! Make me cum” you moan uncontrollably…

No matter how hard he fucks you, he’ll always hold onto your hand as you begin to shake under him from the intensity of your climax.

“Cum for me beautiful” he whispers before placing a kiss on your forehead. Before you can reply your cumming all over his cock whilst shaking uncontrollably from the intensity of your orgasm.

“That’s it baby, my turn now” he moans as his thrusts begin to get more sloppy, but deeper.

“Yes ani, fill me up” you moan as you feel his cock begin to twitch inside of your pussy before releasing his cum.

“Fuck” he moans and he buried his face into your neck… He rolls onto his side of the bed to catch his breathe before pulling you into his warm embrace.

“I love you (Y/N)” he whispers before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“U love you too, my ani” you say as you feel yourself drifting off to sleep…

This was so fun to write! I tried to include smut and fluff at the same time, hope you guys love!! Send any requests you have via the ask button <33

- @jediskywalkerblog 🚀✨🛸

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luciopioid · 4 months

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when i’m in your arms

Jason Todd x GN Reader NSFW

The television flashed bright colors in your dark living room. You couldn’t sleep, you haven’t been able to these past couple days. Every night that you tried, your brain would be addled with thoughts from the previous week. You’d feel the sting of embarrassment first, you’d pause and close your eyes in an attempt to forget the humiliation. Then you’d feel the regret. You’d feel the regret of a rash decision, the lost relationship– all of it. You almost felt dirty. You watched the screen mindlessly as you replayed the previous night’s happenings in your head.

The cold night air of the balcony serenaded your face. You slouched over the railing. Your forearms dangling off the building. You tried to drown out the rowdiness of the crowd and the loud music. You were having a good time initially, but there’s only so much small talk and liquor you could take. Jason suggested you come with him only to coincidentally—and hilariously— disappear. You tried texting him.

You: wya??

No answer.

After minutes of scrolling through your phone, thinking of ways to escape from the party, you hear the balcony door open and close. Without turning, you ask “Where the hell’d you go?” Nonchalantly, Jason replies, “The kitchen,” You sigh as he joins you in leaning against the railing, his shoulder brushing yours.

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly, looking at your face

“I’m fine…Just tired is all.” You don’t bother looking back at him. “Lotta people.” You added.

“I shouldn’t have dipped like that, you don’t even know half these people.” Jason says bashfully as his voice quieted again.

“I’m not entirely incapable of socializing. I’m just tired…trust me.” You didn’t want pity. Although you were a little upset he’d dragged you out just to disappear in the middle of the night, the way the wind hit his curls and the way his voice softened— you couldn’t be mad for long.

Silence lingers between you, until you turn to one another, locking eyes simultaneously. It was wrong, feeling this way for your friend. Sometimes, you wanted nothing more than to slap some sense into him; others just to kiss him breathless. He was so beautiful like this, the darkened sky and the yellowish glow from the window hitting his face.

“You look good.” He says, smiling. “I like your hair like that.”

“Are you buttering me up?” You ask, returning the smile.

He reassures, “No! I mean it! You look nice.” The corners of his lips cinched at his cheeks. You resented that smile at times. His stupid face and those big bear-fur brown eyes, equally stupid. You hated that he couldn’t be yours.

“Thank you, Jason.”

The moment falls silent again and you catch his gaze. Your shoulders go back to touching and you share a sincere stare. Involuntarily, your eyes flicker to his lips and back at his eyes. His lips were always plump and dark pink. Always complimented by the stubble surrounding his mouth. His gaze is soft. He looks at you with a faint smile.

You don’t remember when your faces inched this close together, but in the heat of the moment your lips touch. You close your eyes, blissfully unaware of your surroundings. His lips are soft and sweet. The kiss is slow and languid, you turn your face at an angle to deepen the kiss. On impulse, Jason stops and he pulls away from you, touching his lips. You feel regret pool deep in your stomach. You knew you’d messed things up between you two— you just knew it.

“I’m sorry. I- I don’t.. I’m sorry.” Jason babbles as he steps back from you. He looked confused, like he didn’t know where he was. Jason, in a hurry, opens the door from the balcony and goes inside. Leaving you to your lonesome, in a cold, confused state.

—

You felt your eyelids get heavy. You grab your remote and switch off the television. Just as you were getting up to make your way to the bed, you hear a string of gentle knocks at your door. Suspicious, you walk towards the knocking and place your hand on the bat by the door…just in case. Upon looking into the peephole, you feel your stomach sink. The knocks continued.

At first, you were sure you were imagining it. It was Jason. It was Jason slouched over, holding his arm tightly like he’d been hurt.

You quickly open the door, “Shit. What happened?”

“Please.” Is all he manages to say. You notice the blood seeping out between his fingers on his arm.

Without thinking, you gently pull him inside. You put him against your counter and you hurry to the bathroom to grab bandages. You return in front of him. You hesitate to reach out to him initially, but you’d rather him not bleed out in your kitchen. You grab his hand and move it out of the way. The sleeve on black compression shirt soaked and shiny. You cinch his sleeve and move it up to his shoulder, revealing his bicep– his cut and bloody bicep. Upon wiping away some of the blood, the cut wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t anything pretty, and It was deep enough to explain the blood, but not deep enough for serious (albeit professional) medical attention.

“This might sting.” You warned before cleaning the gash in antiseptic. He made a visceral reaction, he winced as he closed his eyes tight. You almost wanted to say sorry. You could think of a million other things you’d rather be doing than sewing up the gaping wound of a very much conscious and aware Jason.

You finish stitching the cut on his arm and bandaging it. Jason looks visibly disheveled. You take in the sheen of sweat that gathered on his forehead and cheeks.

“Are you faint at all? Nauseous?” You inquire.

“No. I’m fine– better now.” Jason replies through gritted teeth, but you knew he was lying.

His words linger in silence as you feel almost all the emotions at once. Confusion speaks first. “Why are you here, Jason?”

He doesn’t look at you directly. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Your stomach twists again. Fucking hell, Jason.

“How’d you get hurt?”

“It doesn’t matter.” He replied and you let irritation take the lead this time.

“To me it does.” You retort.

Jason doesn’t respond. You weren’t thinking straight. You missed him so much, you hated him for making you feel this way. You hated him for probably hating you too now.

“I think you should leave.” You say flatly it’s then that he finally looks at you. He looks at you with the same light eyes and olive skin from last time. You feel sick.

“Thanks.” He says softly and you feel everything bubbling up again. He wasn’t making this easy.

“Christ, Jason. You show up at my door at 2am with a bloody arm after avoiding me for two weeks and all I get is a fucking thanks?” You spat. You didn’t yell. You didn’t want to yell. You intended for it to hurt him as much as it hurt you.

“I-I’m sorry… it’s just-” He begins.

“It’s just what, Jason?” You ask sharply. A beat of silence passes before you decide to speak again. He looks away.

“Do you regret it?”

Jason’s face always spoke before he did. He furrowed his brows and shook his head slightly. He paused before he finally answered, “No.”

You tilted your head to find his eyes. “Will you look at me and say it?”

“No. No, I don’t regret it.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” You ask, softly.

“I…” He hesitates again, not entirely sure of how to answer your question. “I got scared…” He says after another beat of silence. “It freaked me out at first– I didn’t know what to do…”

Your eyebrows furrow, “What are you talking about?” Jason’s eyes locked with yours.

“What if I messed things up between us?” He asked rhetorically. “I’ve never felt like this before. It just shocked me… then afterwards I realized I wanted more.” Jason avowed.

“More?”

Jason’s voice lowered again. “I wanted more,” He hesitated, “Than just the kiss…I want you.”

You exhaled. This was all too much. It was too much and simultaneously not enough.

“I don’t understand.” You muttered, “Why couldn’t you just talk to me? I thought you hated me.” A part of you was too ashamed to admit that last part out loud, even if it was true.

“I didn’t– I don’t hate you.” Jason says sincerely. “I was just scared. I don’t want to lose you.” His face looked so innocent, like a child in trouble for breaking a vase.

“I really liked kissing you.” He adds, it was so quiet you’re not even sure he actually said it.

It was times like this that frustrated you the most, even beyond your admiration for the man. It was times like this that frustrated you because you knew you couldn’t stay like that for long with him. In the end, you’d always crawl back to Jason.

Involuntarily, you reach out to touch his curls.Your hand fiddling with the hair at his crown. He stares up at you with those same eyes that started all of this to begin with. He looks up at you with the same eyes that you’d go back to time and time again.

“I liked kissing you too.” You whisper.

Jason’s eyes soften as he leans into your touch. “I’m so sorry, for everything.” He says, looking into your eyes. Hand still in his hair, he speaks again.

“I just wanna be yours.” He confesses.

The confession made your chest tighten. You wondered how long he’d been thinking about this. Gods above, if he only knew a fraction of the way you wanted him to be yours too. Jason takes your hand in his hair and moves it to his cheek. His face is warm and soft, just like you’d imagined. You step closer to him, his hand still covering yours on his cheek. You cup his face with both of your hands now and you place a soft kiss to the bridge of his nose. You felt his entire body relax against you as his face leaned more into your touch. Slowly, you kissed his cheek. You move his face so that it's in front of yours and you kiss the corner of his mouth. And with that, the dam breaks again as he presses his lips with yours.

The kiss started off soft, gentle nips at each others lips, but Jason let out an involuntary moan and it flicked a switch inside of you. You took his bottom lip into your mouth and sucked. This earned a vocal and clear whimper from Jason as well as a shiver through his spine. He tried to resist pressing against you more, but the more you kissed him like this, the more he needed more of you.

You detached from his lips and watched him mindlessly chase your face as you backed off. You admired his face. The deep flush on his cheeks and his pink plump lips lined with saliva. You lean in again and your mouth finds the secret place between his collarbone and neck. Similar to that of a leech, you latch on and suck. You graze your teeth the spot while you suck and Jason can’t help but gasp.

“Feels so good,” He says breathlessly. You suck even harder at different spots, enough to leave marks. Enough for it to be hard to hide, enough for him to look at them tomorrow and be unable to think about anything else but you.

You grip a handful of his hair and pull his head back, giving you easier access to his throat. In response, he lets out a low and guttural hum as you lick and nip at his exposed neck.

Jason’s hips press against yours and you feel something hard poking at your hip. You look down between the two of you and see his hard-on straining through his pants. You look back up at him and all he’s able to mutter is a pathetic, “Please.”

You miss the feeling of his lips on yours, you kiss him again before giving in to his pleas. Your lips touch and he almost immediately rolls his tongue into your mouth. The kiss deepens as he gasps into your mouth and ruts his hips against you. Your tongues brush against each other and as the empty room is filled with nothing but the sounds of Jason’s moans and wet lips tangling with each other.

You pull off from his lips and Jason whines at the loss. Your hands find his hips. “Please, what? Use your words baby.” You say in a low voice into his ear. Only for him to hear.

“Want you…want you to touch me.” He says breathy and soft. You grin at his neediness and your grip at his hips a little harder. “Yeah?” You ask in a mocking voice.

You give in to him. Just like you always do. You cup your hand in front of his mouth.

“Spit.”

And he does. He pucks his lips and lets out a drop of saliva into the palm of your hand, leaving a string of drool falling from his bottom lip. You reach down and with one hand, pulling the waistline of his pants and his boxers as you slip your spit ridded hand in with the other. Your hand immediately finds his warm and erect dick as you wrap your hand around it.

Jason whines at the contact and his head falls onto your shoulder. “Fuck,” he whispers, deep and low. You coat the rest of his saliva on his dick, slick and hot. You pump slowly and you hear Jason whimper against your shoulder. His uninjured arm gripping against your counter, his knuckles turning white. “Does this feel good, baby boy?”

Jason whines at the name. You keep the slow pace, pumping his length up and down through his pants. “Yes. So– so good.” He says through broken moans.

With your free hand, you grab a fistful of his curls again and pull him back. Your entire body pressing into his. You suck at his neck as you continue to stroke him, Jason gasping and moaning wantonly into the air. He visibly shuddered and involuntarily bucked his hips up into your hand.

You stayed like that for a while. Leaning against him as you stroked his dick with slick and languid pumps. You could tell it started to become too much for him. He bucked his hips faster and he squeezed his eyes shut. He looked so pretty like this, coming undone under your touch. It was all you. You who made him whine and whimper like a bitch in heat. You who marked your territory on his neck. It was you.

“Are you close?” You ask into his ear. He groaned and his body shuddered again as he nodded. It was the only way he was able to respond. “Yeah? Am I making you feel good?” You squeezed his length tighter. Jason’s entire face was flushed red and he squeezed his eyes shut in response. He nodded again while his chest heaved.

“So pretty. You're so pretty like this, baby.” You tell him in the same low and sultry voice. “Who knew you’d be such a slut? Moaning under my touch like some whore.”

Jason whined again, his moans getting louder. You knew he was close. You wanted nothing more than to see him come undone– to see his chest heave up and down and his jaw unlatch as you pumped his hard cock.

“M’close…so close.” Jason blurted out between grunts. With a few more tight and firm strokes, you feel a hot liquid spill onto your fingers. Jason cums just as you imagined, breathing heavy as he moaned your name like a prayer, his jaw becoming slack as his chest heaved. It was so beautiful. You wanted to remember this image in your mind forever. He doesn’t speak. Instead you pull back from him and take your hand out of his pants. You make sure he’s watching you before you take your cum riddled fingers into your mouth. Slowly, you lick all of the white substance off your hand. You both keep eye contact as he watches you with low and dark eyes.

The sight of you made him want you even more, but alas he was too weak from his orgasm to move and or form a coherent thought. You press another kiss to his cheek. He shivered again at the contact.

“You’re so good for me.” You whispered. You kiss his lips softly, “...So pretty.”

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marchsfreakshow · 6 months

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Nicknames and Praise {James Patrick March x Reader}

You're a sub. A big one. So James helps you find a way to ride him confidently.

Pure Smut underneath the cut !!

No one's perspective

18+!! MINORS DNI Warnings: pure Smut, bare-bones plot, pnv, riding, praise, use of the nicknames daddy and master, Just a lotta praise. Crud smut writing ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ

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Whines and small groans took over the room. Sloppy kisses pressed to your lips and his lips. People walked past the room, distracted by the noises coming from room 64. They were distracted by the wonder of how much he was pleasuring you, or how much you were pleasuring him. They simply carried on walking, however, not wanting to peek in and distract you and James.

Both of you were almost high from each other's scents, unable to keep yourself from kissing his neck and wanting to leave marks. "Sir...please. please let me lay down.."

"no no Mon Cher...you're staying on top of me today. I'm teaching you how to be a good girl for daddy."

You gulped as you sat up, and nodded. "Yes, daddy." A blush made your face more red, and James stared up at you. Almost intimidating you. Fine. The clothes were coming off. First your thin, woolly jacket. It barely hid your sheer, white shirt. The shirt proudly showed off the bra you wore especially for James. Dark red. Almost a maroon. James secretly hoped it was a matching set because it looked so good on you.

He cursed under his breath. A rare thing, for James. Cursing. You leaned down and smiled warmly at James. "You're such a good girl, aren't you? Wearing your best lingerie for me. You planned this didn't you?"

"Maybe." As you were leaning down, he slowly unbuttoned your shirt, revealing the seductive underwear you put on earlier.

Your skirt went next. He wasted no time moving you around so you were laying under him. Both of you were staring at each other, the tension wanted to be cut. Cut by James turning you around and undoing your skirt, ripping it off along with ripping a hole in your tights. A perfect hole that lined up with your pretty, plump ass.

James stared at your ass. He stared for so long, that you propped yourself up on your elbows and attempted to turn around again. "Sir...?"

"I'm going to make you scream."

You let out a little squeak as you let yourself move your face back into the pillow. "Oh, puppy no. Not today." James grabbed your hair and moved your head up, only slightly, so your neck didn't feel like it was going to rip open. He would most likely prefer that, however.

"Sir...Daddy please.."

"Please what?"

"Please do me already." You whined, staring at the general direction of the headboard. He let out a 'hm' and a little laugh, letting go of you already. Your head immediately plopped back onto the pillow. James had sat himself down next to you and was staring at you. The lust in his eyes was like a fire, wanting to be ignited by your moans, and making you feel like a fuck toy for him.

His trousers had been taken off, and his shirt, messily unbuttoned. It made you want him more. You hastily straddled him again, and he chuckled. "Look at you my whore, so desperate for me yes?" You nodded again, hiding your blushing face from the man below you. "Go on, put it in."

The eye contact was unbearable. You slowly move your own underwear to the side. It matched your dark, maroon bra. Uncomfortable but lacy, and it turned James on more. You took his cock out of his own underwear, staring longly at it. But you looked back up, and he was staring darkly at you. The light in his eyes was no more. All he wanted was to see you whimper and feel embarrassed as you rode his cock, without any guidance. He wanted you to do it solo. Ride him, pleasure him, and make you feel more dominant because of how much of a submissive woman you were for him.

"oh, my pup can't even put it in herself can she?"

"I...I can do it daddy." You quietly moaned, adjusting yourself until you were lowered onto James cock. He made you sit upright on it, so it reached the G-spot immediately. It made you whine slightly and grip onto his sides. Your whines turned him on more, both of you staring intensely at each other. The tension rose again quickly. It ended when you leaned down and hid your face in your master's neck. Yet, you attempted to continue moving. You rocked your hips back and forth rather than up and down.

James groaned heavily but pushed you and kept you upright. "You're such a good girl for your master. Riding me just right.." You nodded in response, hiding your face in your hands. "Look at me, angel."

He held your hands away from your face and gestured down towards you sitting on top of him. Gulping slightly, you started to move again, attempting to go faster. The small whimpers and moans left your mouth as you moved, with James holding your hips and helping you move.

It was easy to find your pace, but he wanted you to look at him. If only looking at him didn't make you weak, and soft. If only looking in his general direction didn't turn you into his putty to play with. His eyes truly intimidated you, you became a whimpering, slutty mess under his hands. Even if he just praised you for looking at him while he fucked you raw.

"oh pup. Mm, puppy."

He was close. You could tell.

He had his eyes screwed shut, his hands still gripping onto your moving hips.

Quickly, you took the opportunity to grind down, and rock back and forth on his cock as fast as you could. "f..fuck. daddy.." You whispered in between your own moans. James continued to moan your name out, resisting the urge to cum without looking at you.

As your head was thrown back, he opened his eyes to look at your pretty face. "my pretty girl.." his voice was breathy. You looked back down and immediately hid your face. "Daddy didn't teach you to hide your face...when he's gonna come." James barely managed to get out between breaths.

Despite feeling incredibly embarrassed for no reason, you carried on grinding and riding James. He whispered and moaned out praises for you as you cried out his own names you had for him. Your dynamic was heard by everyone on the current floor of the hotel. Yet you didn't care at that moment, you were being James' good girl, and taking him until both of you were in a mess.

When James gripped your waist one last time, you could feel him coming, so you let yourself flop down. You hid yourself in his neck again. "You're such a good girl for me.."

"mhm.." You managed to squeak out as you moved around and lay beside James. Soon though, you took your cloth and cleaned yourself and James up. "I love you, darling."

"I love you my hummingbird. I'm so proud of you. Next time I'll do everything hm?"

"Thank you daddy." Before kissing him softly, you laid the blanket over yourself and the man lying next to you.

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 3 months

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Something New: Titanic

A/N: fic based on this position. Never seen it before, thought it could be fun to try with some of our fave jjk men.

Choso

"Choso! Yes, like that.. Keep fuckin me just like that. Uh! Uh! Uh!" SMACK.. SMACK.. SMACK.. Slow deep thrusts in missionary that make you arch, nipples scraping across his hard pecs. "Gonna make me cream, baby! Oh fuck, don't stoooop." You're most definitely wailing now, nails dragging down his back creating the dark red marks he loves so fuckin much. "Yeah? Am I.. Does it feel good?" Choso's genuinely asking, cheeks flushed as he tries to hold back his nut. He's still so shy when you guys fuck. Always asking if he's doin it right or what he can do to make it better. He doesn't have a lotta experience, but he'd sell his soul just to make sure you're satisfied in every way. "Course baby, you're so- Chosoooo!" His name bursting through your lips when he starts to tap his thumb against your clit. You're man dedicates commiting this moment to memory: how your eyes flutter shut, plump bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you cum vigorously on his cock. Quivering hard, arms so tight round him; embracing Choso just as tight as your pussy clings to his cock. Your breath is racing, heart pounding but you dont waste a second sitting up. He pulls back, hard cock pulling out as you push him onto his back. "Wh-what? I do something wrong?" You simply shake your head, thinking how cute your man is as he needlessly worries. "Then what are you-" He's stumped when the glory of your backside comes into view. Choso's swallowing hard at the sight of your luscious brown ass. You look at him over your shoulder. "Kness up, baby." You tell him sweetly. He complies, letting you make room so you can sit on his cock. You bite your lip to muffle your moans just to hear the deep groans coming from his chest "Fuuuck, your choking my dick baby." Big warm palms locking around your ankles when you lean forward and start grinding on his dick nice and slow. Just like he likes. "Y/n! Ahhhh, shit.. What are you- oohfeelsogood! Chu doin to me, baby?" Choso can't take his eye's off your ass ploppin up and down on his abs. Flawless brown skin rippling like water as you stare over your shoulder breathlessly. "'M fuckin you, Daddy." Your man's hips stutter.. And then he pours his nut into you with out warning, dark eyes open wide in shock. "Sorrysorrysorry. 'M so sorry.." Choso chokes on apologies as he fills your cunt till you leak.

Toji

"..so what chu tellin me, woman? You goin back on your word?" Toji's eye brow raised as you sit atop his unyielding abs. Piercing gaze holding your own, making you unable to look away. He's still got his shirt on, only naked from the waist down, but you still feel every single ridge of each pec as you grind on him. Your stark naked ofcourse, dress and panties shredded thanks to your husband. "Toji, please. Know I can't.. I don't know how. Never done it before." His hands, rest on your thighs, grippin tight at your words. Fuckin dick taps sticky at your ass, equally interested. It's becoming painfully obvious that you're a lil pillow princess thats probably only ever been fucked on your back. Toji's gonna have so much watchin you take his dick that way. "Now, don't you think you shouldn't make promises you can't keep? Sorry baby. No take backs." Your eyes actually tear up at your mean ass husband. Yet your hips dont stop rubbing your horny lil pussy all over him. Know for a fact he's just being an ass; that no matter what position he fucks you in, he'll be sure to breed the fuck outta you and have a good time doin it. What you can't possibly predict is your pretty teary face pulling at Toji's heartstrings. He sighs, giving you a heavy eyeroll. "Fine, y/n. Such a crybaby. We don't have to do it that way.. This time." But he has something else in store for you. He lifts you up by your hips, forcing you to turn around and face the opposite direction. Lifting his knees, he commands you; leaving no room for argument. "Sit on my dick." Your knees clench his sides nervously and you don't move right away, attempting to look at Toji scowling face. That earns you a sharp POP! to your left ass cheek. "I didn't tell you to turn around. I said: sit on my dick." You whine back at him but obey this time, using his knees to lean foward as you hold his cock and slide down. "Fuuuuck Toji.." You stop halfway, trying not become overwhelmed. That unfortunately gets you another smack in the same spot, the sting so sharp you jerk and dig your acrylics into his knees. "You think I'm fuckin playin, huh?" Toji snatches at your waist and slams you down to sit on the rest of his cock. You breath whooshing from your lungs at the pressure in your tummy. Mouth open in a silent scream as you lean forward, grippin at his calves to help you pull off his dick. Toji doesn't even notice your escape attempts. Feet planted into the mattress, fucking up into you as he bounces you on his cock. "Damn, best pussy in the fuckin world." His head dipped back into the pillow, eyes shut as he absolutely basks in the feeling of your lil pussy sucking him in. "Toooji.. Toji l-lie." Your jumbled accusation makes him chuckle as he opens one eye,peeks at you struggling to take him. "No, said you don't have to do it that way. Still gone ride this dick baby." To prove his words, your husband picks up the pace, laughing as you cry and clutch at him desperately.

Suguru

The water sloshes around the two of you, your high pitched moans flowing freely as you fuck Suguru sensually. You're in public at a spring, but neither of you give a fuck about that. Whoever comes along its about to get a free show. One of his hands hold your damp waist, the other grips onto your ass. He's addicted to watching you, every part of you. Just so completely engrossed with the way you rotate your hips against him; is goin crazy that he can't lick the drips of water off your plump chocolate ass cheeks. "Damn girl, shit is to much for me. Slow down." His words make you giggle, seeing as your already doin just that. "I am goin slow, Guru." You're doin so much more than that: keepin his sensitve cock so warm, so much warmer than the water licking at his sides. Damn, you're always the fuckin best at this, fucking him so good he's damn near delirious with the pleasure. "Shit, baby. Aint never.. Where you learn this shit from?" His dark brows pinch together as you spread his knees just a bit, gettin that leverage so you can pop that pussy on him over and over. "Porn." Your matter-of-fact answer makes him laugh a bit, quickly melting into a moan as you speed up. Waters so crystal clear, Suguru stares as it cascaded down your pretty brown skin. 'Fuck this is so much better than fuckin in the tub' he thinks mindlessly, since the clean ups usually a bitch. But then he suddenly can't be bothered to give a fuck as you toss your head back. Your hair freshly done, long y/h/c/ wavy tresses damp and sticking to the curve of your spine. Suguru doesn't know why the sight fucks with him so much. Without a second thought he's leaning forward to wrap his arms round you, holding you in place as he cums viciously. "Suguru, what the fuuuuck! Can't believe you! Are you seriously cumming already?" Your pouty whine would usually make him feel guilty but he can't even see straight at the moment, pussy's so phenomenal. He tucks his chin into your shoulder moaning lowly, his dick refusing to cease shooting his nut between your gushy walls. "Ahhh, fuck. Suck on ya lil pussy after y/n- mmmm.. Shit, you feel so damn good! Ohfuck! So so so gooood. Look at me, baby. Come on, lemme see those pretty y/e/c eyes." You roll them first before looking over your shoulder, gazing into his eyes as he pumps thick streams of cum into you. Cant help but smile a little listening to your boyfriend whimper, mouth open wide humpin you like a puppy. Neither of you notice a certain white haired sorcerer hiding nearby; dick softening in his fist, the globs of cum splattered across his knuckles cooling as he watches his best friend kiss you tenderly. Wishes to God he could switch places with Suguru right now.

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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sluttily asking for the bondage bingo space with sub!aegon / dom!wife (possibly chubby aegon if u want 👀 )

this boy needs to be tied up and used and i stand by that!

Soft little angy baby gets TIED UP and USED.

Kink Bingo - Bondage

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Chubby!Aegon, Wife!Reader, Bondage/shibari, femdom, pnv!sex, whole lotta teasing, Aegon being a whiny little sub it’s par for the course

She grinned and tightened the pretty silk ribbons on Aegon’s wrists. She wouldn’t tell her husband where she picked up the new trick much to the prince’s annoyance. His wife actually had learned the knots from a whorehouse on the Street of Silk. There had been a woman from Yi Ti eager to show the princess how to render your partner immobile with rope, for a pretty price of course.

The ribbons went up his trembling arms and circled around the soft flesh on Aegon’s abdomen. He remained quiet, emitting a soft noise now and then. His legs were pulled up, exposing everything to the candlelight. She ran a curious hand up the ties, lips curled into a haughty smirk. She asked softly, “Is it too tight sweetling?”

He shook his head no, wide eyes boring into her own. She was pretty sure Aegon was too horny to verbalize anything, tongue twisted and thick. The woman pinched at the chubby roll on his hip, looking puffier when constricted by the silk. He shook his head, whining, “St- stop.”

“Why?”

She moved her probing digits to his soft belly next. Aegon’s pathetic look morphed into a glare. He knew what she was playing at. The prince mumbled, “I’ve gotten stout m’quite aware.” He now averted his violet eyes, full cheeks flushing up nicely.

The woman didn’t move her hand, thoroughly pleased at his reaction. She hummed, “Too much wine,” a hand came down on his ass, “I do like this though.” Aegon yelped at the slap, jerking in the bonds, blushing harder at the feeling of his ass wobbling. He sucked in a breath, somehow fuming and turned on simultaneously.

She breathed against his twitching rear, “Plump little princeling.”

He had no clue what his wife was even planning. It seemed like she just wanted to tie him up and jest at his body. Which down deep, the prince would not mind. She giggled, “Do you think you can roll over?” Aegon frowned, eyeing her angrily. She laughed harder and roughly rolled the blonde over, him protesting in annoyance.

He stared up at her seated between his pale thighs. She stroked the soft flesh and eyed Aegon’s cock, hard against his belly. His wife grinned but her voice was stern, “Do you want me to fuck you or do you want to pout here for an hour?”

Shit.

Aegon shook his head vigorously, loose pale curls bouncing. His hands twitched in their bonds between them. She raised a brow, Aegon begging, “No, no sweetheart I’ll be happy, please?”

“Good answer,” she replied while climbing on top of his hips. Aegon’s purple orbs achingly watched her breasts jiggle while she rubbed the sensitive tip of his cock against her wet slit. The prince threw his head back and moaned, long and pained. She laughed, “There’s my Aegon, always so needy for me.”

“Ah- please,” he begged again.

His wife slid down on his member with a cry, eyes sparkling and teeth glinting. He fought to move but couldn’t, moaning pathetically at the sensation. He would only lie here and take what his wife gave. A whimper slid from Aegon’s lips at the thought. She didn’t waste any time, bracing palms on his supple chest.

He moaned and called her name, unable to decide if he wanted to watch her tits or flexing thighs. The princess bounced eagerly, the lurid sounds of her cunt swallowing him up filling the room. She hissed lowly, “Slutty little prince, doing what I want,” she slammed down with a cry, “When I want.” Aegon’s lips trembled at her words.

She rambled on breathlessly, “All I have to do is ask you’re already showing me your neck and soft belly.” The woman pinched his stomach for effect, leaning forward with a gasp. Aegon whimpered, “Fuck- ffuck, kiss me?” Her lips hovered over his, the blonde eagerly trying to seal their mouths.

His wife kept the smallest distance, giggling while she teased him. Aegon whined in a sad manner, putting on his best kicked puppy eyes. She cooed softly and nipped his full bottom lip before slotting their mouths together, hips never missing a beat.

He whimpered, “I’ll do ah-anything for you!”

One of her hands wrapped into his hair, giving a rough tug. She hummed, “I know, sweet princeling.” Her cunt twitched around Aegon’s cock, sending a shiver wracking down his legs. He gasped and cried her name again. The princess slid a hand between her legs, circling her button.

“Too bad you’re too pathetic to touch me right,” she said.

He shook his head, pussy drunk mind trying to wrap around his wife’s words. Aegon was tied up, he couldn’t touch her right now, right? Digits brutally pinched his cheek, her voice snapping, “Silly thing, I’m only joking. You actually thought I was being serious?” Aegon mewled nonsense in embarrassment, cheeks cherry red. She rolled pretty eyes and went back to chasing her own pleasure, ignoring the prince.

His needy whimpering eventually brought her from the trance. She yanked his hair and groaned, “What, slut?” Aegon could feel himself throbbing, way too close to the edge too soon. He a managed a little ‘close!’, tears welling up while he was thoroughly used.

She made a exaggerated frown, cooing, “I guess I’ll have to speed up then because you’re a fucking needy puppy.” She rode his cock harder, fingers swirling in her slick, other hand curled in Aegon’s sweaty hair. The princess was beginning to lose composure, rambling out insults and throaty moans.

Aegon was holding back as best he could, clenching his jaw at her tightening cunt. She grew tighter and tighter, climbing to that precipice. His wife fell a bit forward with a shrill whine, gasping and writhing while she milked Aegon’s cock. To which the prince promptly came with a high noise of his own— shaking violently as he pumped her full of his seed.

They moaned into eachother’s lax lips, pressed together. She rasped, “That was perfect.” Aegon failed to shimmy away when he felt the woman groping his padded hips, again. His other half chided, “Until I untie you, your body and cock belongs to me.” He nodded obediently, teeth digging into his wet bottom lip. She wasn’t done with him yet it seemed.

#aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #hotd smut #kink bingo #answered asks #wife!reader

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lesbianoms · 6 months

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🐮

(Thought I might start the ask with the emojis, rather than just endin' it, make it easier recognize, sug')

Holdin' ye in strong strong arms, soft with a bit of fat, adorned with some gradient tan and a whole lotta freckles, both gifts from the sunshine, after she's held ye a while, prolly strokin' yer hair, maybe feedin' ye some, 'n quietly chattin', once ye're nice 'n relaxed 'n cozy, her squishy middle softly rumblin' every so often, I reckon she'd lean down, nice 'n slow, lightly kissin' yer forehead before she'd sit back upright, lickin' the taste from her lips. . .

Her lips, soft 'n so often wearin' a warm grin or a knowin' smirk, as indeed they wear now, begin to part, nice 'n slow, showin' them pearly whites (maybe her canines'e a lil' long, y'know, as a treat~), before her jaws too begin to drift open, nice 'n wide fer ye, her breath a warm breeze, gently glidin' past yer face. Liftin' ye in the way that only arms that've: developed (A): the strength to pick up 'n carry livestock or work for hours at a time, 'n (B): the gentle touch to hold a quail's egg while it hatches before tending to the hatchling, truly can, she'd raise ye up, up, up towards that open smile, perhaps usin' a finger to gently lift yer chin so ye might look up at her, as ye'd tenderly rise 'tween them pearly whites, through the smilin' lips 'n 'tween them warm, freckled cheeks, her tongue subtly extended a bit to welcome this pretty lil' lady inside~

Not unlike her outside, i reckon her throat, warm 'n rose-coloured, 'd be lined with thick 'n powerful muscles, softened over by a thin, squishy layer, the walls of her esophagus coaxin' ye along, bit by bit. There'd be no doubt, her throat's more than strong 'nough to suck yer whole self 'n more nonchalantly down her steamy craw in an instant, but. . . no. . . mo instead I think she'd go nice 'n slow, her slick, muscular gullet gratefully kneadin' at ye, gingerly massagin' ye along into her, inch by delicious inch as she savours ye.

In addition to the beckonin' gurgles 'n burbles o' the belly below, 'n the warm, tender kneadin' o' her gullet, i reckon ye'd hear, 'n moreso feel, the deep, thrummin' vibrations as, despite her partially full mouth, she lets slip a pleased ". . . mmmmmmmmnnnnnnn~. . ." at the mouthwaterin' flavor, her hand likely driftin' towards her throat to trace yer descent, or her plump gut, to rub in contented anticipation.

I reckon if her overalls hugged her plump curves rather snugly, she'd be liable to undo the straps, lettin' the top flap down some to give her treat some more room on yer journey. But if they had a tad more give to 'em, as I'd reckon she'd be inclined to wear by now in anticipation, well I reckon she'd leave 'em as is, let 'em hug her distendin' belly as well as they do her broad, broodin' hips~

More and more of ye'd glid between her smilin' lips, down her gullet, towards the peckish, bubblin' belly below. Many years of good livin''d've given her some stretchmarks on the outside, and inside things'd be similarly stretched, like elastic that don't quite snap all the way back no more. It'd be soft, cushy, 'n warm, a bit squish-and-stretchy, too, almost like if a comfy ol' blanket were flabby instead o' fuzzy. Cozy, 'n the stomach-linin'd occasionally flex or shift, tummy muscles strokin' yer body tenderly in rhythmic, lazily glidin' waves~. . .

. . . As the tail end of yer shape slid down her plump neck in the snallest bulge, her fingers tracin' down with it, i expect she'd lick and/or smack her lips, gettin' them dregs of yer taste with a pleased "Aaaaahhhh~. . .", lightly pattin' her swollen, chubby gut with satisfaction. Ye'd feel the muscular, cushy organ bobble a tad as she does, hear the faint Glnks from down deep. . . the slow, risin' sounds 'n vibrations from low, muffled places in her guts. The stomach'd quiver as the rumble o' activity slowly tumbled it's way up, burblin' 'n gurglin' 'round ye, with her hardly noticin' the faint bulgin' within her belly, too engrossed in feelin' yer movements, before at last the commotion bubbles up her throat and:

"buoOOOOOOOUUUUUURRrrrp!!!"

"Aaaaaaaah~. . . 'scuse me, there, sugarplum~" She'd sit back, maybe put her feet up, her hands wanderin' down to her round, swollen middle, fingertips gliding across its surface, thumbs rubbing lil' circles. Even partially reclined, her large hips and thighs'd create a fine cushion for her to rest her tubby tummy upon, as her drifting arms'd make their way towards the bottom, that she might lift her stomach, and therefore her food, up, gently cradlin' it to her body, holdin' ye in her paunch as much as her arms, rubbin' yer back(/kneadin' her gut) gently, softly thankin' ye for that, checkin' that ye're comfy in there, thankin' and praisin' ye you taste so good, lil' missy, coaxin' ye to settle in and get yerself all nice 'n cozy in there, Mama's bURp gotcha, sweetie, just relax and let this big ol' belly get to work~, remindin' ye to let her know if there's anything ye want or need as she sits back 'n tends to her tummy. . .

. . . should ye nod off, i think she'd chuckle, pattin' her tummy and wishin' ye sleep good, babygirl~, before, carefully so as not to jostle or disturb her gurgly, burbly belly, waddlin' off, to continue any other work she'd need to get done that day, maybe shooting the breeze with friends or acquaintances that pass by, all as casually as if she didn't have a pretty lil' lady in her doughy stomach, save for some occasional, subconscious strokin' of the bubbly swell of it~

(but, y'know, 's just a thought)

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Ohhh G-Goddddddd…. Oh GOOODDDD YES…. 💖💖

OP, you truly know how to get this preygirl going…. hhhhhhhhnnnnnn the way you describe her stomach sounds like absolute paradise is waiting for me down there <33

Currently snuggled up and cozied in bed, wishing that the warm sheets currently wrapped around my squirming form were the delightfully slimy and churning walls of her…

Ohhhh what I wouldn’t give to be ingested by my tall, southern sweetheart <33 I’d just love to slosh around in her juices right about now

💕🫧

I can see the glorious buildup, of me resting my head against her pudgy tummy like always, feeling my heart race and flutter as she picks me up, realizing that she’s bout to “formally introduce” me to that soft, pudgy gut of hers that I’ve always wanted to get better acquainted with…. and the woman herself, that kind southern soul, who I would loooove to get to know more… intimately~

Feeling the heat of her breath on me as she parts her lips to make me her lunch, I’m sure that I’d be a squirmy snack all the way down. Or maybe I’d be quiet, peaceful… that grumbly pillow having lulled me into a sense of security, so dazed and blissed out as I enter her~ knowing that she’ll take goooood care of me in there mmjynhnhnh

Each hug from her powerful esophagus would see me mewling like a newborn calf. I’d be in absolute heaven as she gulped me down into that gut~ oooooooh~ and finally arriving, that belly was made for me, made to fit my shape… to keep me all tight and snug~

I think a big part what makes this scenario so good is the nurturing, caring nature of Tall Southern Mombod Pred, and how her huge gut reflects that. Your descriptions of how flabby and stretchy it would be inside her stomach, it makes me yearn to be her prey~ the outside, the inside, the whole stuffed organ… whatever part it is you’re talking about, the cushy warmth of my lady’s stomach is so uuuuuGGHn <3

The part about the overalls gets me especially excited… wonder if you could see me moving around under all that denim ❤️ I’d love to stretch her belly against her clothes and get her breathing hot and heavy, before she unbuttons and I come spilling out into her lap, gently and restlessly moving as she cradles me, cooes to me…

I can just imagine her carrying me around for a while, going about her day, talking to others who may or may not notice how talkative her middle is being… or noticing the occasional rocking movement from within. Would love to feel her stroking me idly. Feel her pat me on my back through the layers of flesh, lightly smacking her stomach protectively, making sure nothing bad can get to me inside that bubbling safe-haven cauldron

Think of the noises that gentle beast would make with me inside 😍 that’s the other part, how active you’ve made her gut out to be… ooouuuhh I wouldn’t even be able to think straight while in there, hehe~

If I barely made a dent in that paunch (which I imagine I wouldn’t, since I’m ohhh so small), then the only sure evidence of my existence would be the groaning, bubbling gurgles…… it’s sooo hot imagining that my presence alone in her gut would stir up some gas in there 🥵

Uuugh, that long, loud burp she’d let out after devouring me is so good. Her tum ‘roused by my weight and body heat, howling low and deep as it settled me into her system <3 the best kind of southern hospitality

I’d love to hear all the different kinds of rumbling as her digestive system churned around me, her cute little hiccups. Also…

“Mama’s *bURP* -gotcha sweetie, just relax and let this big ol’ belly go to work~”

Fuckfuck fuuuuuck that’s so HOT I need more preds to say that to me in life

Since this particular scenario is endosoma, I imagine her stomach “working” would just be the strong, squishy walls massaging and stroking me, letting out strained groans as it tries to kneed me deeper down her guts, like it does with every piece of food she eats. But I’m a special snack, and I’m staying riiight cozied up where I am <3 regardless, the extra attention is very much appreciated…

This makes me feel so desired. Tall Southern Mombod Pred is, as always, so tender and romantic when it comes to me… so kind of her to do all the heavy lifting while letting me rest in her hefty, swollen, noisy, sloshy tum… it’s like a dream that I’d never want to wake up from

So spacious yet cozy, so cuddled and loved by an amazing woman with an amazing stomach. I’m honored to be prey for her and her big, soft belly…

💕Oh wowww, really makes a girl feel like a princess💕

#v.ore #v0re #vore kink #soft vore #vore talk #nom’s thoughts #safe vore #endosoma #vore writing #tall southern mombod pred #belly burps #noisy belly #tummy kink #asks #this might be a bit incoherent but I do not care I want to be in her tummy NOW!!!!!!!#minors dni #vore asks

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chaptertwo-thepacnw · 5 months

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little lotta |2023|

#illustration #little lotta #lotta plump #harvey comics #2023 #fan art #pop art #airplane #airport #fear of flying #visual gag #sight gag

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mrselvisbutler · 2 years

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Whole lotta Shakin going on

Summary: Elvis gets very antsy during a makeout

You hummed to yourself as you piled the homemade Mac and cheese onto the plates for you and Elvis. The television sound was coming in from the other room and it was some musical you didn't know, but you pretended to know the rhythm as you hummed along.

Then you got the plates and brought them into the living room, glancing at Elvis on the couch. He looked handsome tonight, really handsome. He'd been forced to go to some meeting where he'd had to wear a suit and tie, and while he'd taken off the jacket and loosened the tie he still was dressed sharply for laying casually on the couch. His legs were spread wide and his black hair was long, falling on his forehead with a slight curl.

He looked at you and grinned wide, a perfect row of white teeth on a slightly crooked smile.

"Thank you, doll." He said when you offered the plate to him. The two of you ate in companionable silence as the movie played on the television. The lights of it bounced off his face and illuminated it in a sweet, tender way. You tried to not stare too intensely, but Elvis was ridiculously handsome.

You finished and put the plate on the coffee table, stretching your legs out in front of you and casually laying them on Elvis's lap. When he thought you wouldn't see, Elvis smiled at the contact and brought a hand to run up and down your leg while he ate and watched. Then he finished, the movie came to a close and he clicked the television off.

It was just the two of you, Elvis's knee bouncing beneath you and his hand sliding up and down your skin with a soft hum on his lips. That hum, that soft note that carried through his body and sounded all sweet and gravelly, sent a certain warmth to your core. You found yourself closing your eyes and twisting your hips a little as you imagined his voice against your skin.

"Whatchu thinkin bout?" Elvis asked, and when you opened your eyes he had a mischievous grin on his face.

You licked your lips, pulling your legs to you so you could crawl to him. You placed a knee on either side of his hips and held his face in your hands.

"May I kiss you, Elvis?" You asked breathlessly.

"Always," he responded, shutting his eyes as you claimed his lips. They were plump, soft, and warm. Elvis didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss, opening his jaw wide to accommodate for your warm tongue. You went slowly, caressing him with your lips to figure out what felt best in this angle.

His knee was still bouncing from under you, shaking your body, and his hands seemed completely restless. They traveled up and down your torso, quickly squeezing your boobs then touching anything nearby. He was very antsy today, more than usual.

You parted from him, breathing heavily as you said, "there's a whole lotta shaking going on, Elvis."

"Sorry baby," he said, his voice a slight groan and his fingers tightened as they slipped to your ass.

You dropped your head down and peppered hot, open kisses along his jawline and neck. Elvis groaned, still shaking beneath you.

"Now that won't do," you said with a playful pout on your lips. Your hands, which had been resting on his chest, felt the fabric of his loose tie. An idea struck. You undid it, then held it in front of Elvis's face to ask for confirmation. His eyes widened but he nodded.

While you maintained eye contact, purposefully looking into his blue eyes, you tied his wrists together. Then you lifted them and tucked them behind his head. He could easily bring his arms back down and slip from the ties, and he knew it. But instead he watched with bated breath as you slowly stripped off your clothes while on his lap. Then you went for his.

His arms made it so you couldn't fully remove his shirt, but you didn't mind. You unbuttoned it slowly, kissing each patch of exposed skin until his tanned chest was revealed to you. You couldn't help but rake your nails down his abdomen, feeling the way he shuddered under your touch.

"Please," he moaned, moving his hips to match yours. The tent in his trousers hit your thigh and it was surprisingly rock hard.

"Please what?" You said, lifting your chin and removing your hands from his body. "Use your big boy words."

“I want... Oh god”

"Elvis," you said in a singsong voice, starting to fiddle with his belt buckle. Then you dropped to his ear, "what do you need, baby?"

"I need to be inside of you," he said in one quick breath, like it pained him to say it.

You obliged, removing his belt buckle and pushing his pants down enough until his cock sprung up. It was throbbing and pink, dripping with precum. You fisted him, getting in position to guide him into you as you said, "All you had to do was ask, handsome."

It was a bit of stretch to get him inside of you, it always was. You rolled your hips until you were full to the hilt, then paused to look at Elvis. Oh you wished you had a camera.

He never looked as handsome as he did when he was having sex. His head was thrown back but you could still see his brows furrowed together and his mouth shaped in an O as breathy moans came from him. The long lines of his neck were defined by his position, his tanned chest taking deep, deep breaths as you rolled your hips. The muscles in his arms flexed, using all his mental energy to keep them there. He was being a good boy, he knew to not move his arms despite wanting to desperately touch you.

You leaned forward, hands on his shoulders to help his arms down as you started to really pick a movement. At this angle, your clit ground against his pubic bone making you moan in delight.

You rode him, slowly at first. Your hips rocked back and forth with gentle movements until it hit that moment of passion. You started to really ride him, knees aching slightly from holding you as you bounced.

Elvis glanced down and saw your breasts, audibly moaning at the sight of them bouncing combined with the feeling of being inside of you. You sped up, sweat starting to cover your body.

You were close, God you knew you were close but you wanted Elvis to come first. Snaking a hand behind you, you gingerly Elvis's balls in your hand. His moan turned into a scream as he poured inside of you and you followed him after, your body turning into complete jelly. You got off of him, legs weak as you slumped to the couch.

Elvis was taking deep breaths, eyes shut tightly as he came down from his high. He brought his hands to his lap and you quickly untied them, rubbing at his wrists for him. You kissed each of them in gratitude.

Elvis had a lazy little grin on his face as he watched you. Then he pulled you into a searing kiss. The two of you cleaned up and went to bed, Elvis falling asleep with you in his arms.

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markicantwait · 8 months

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Warning: malexmale, Mark and Jaemin are switch. Bad writing. Not really a fic or a plot, just some hard thoughts. Female reader. If you are a minor, please don't read. Polyamory thing I think. Bad bad bad bad writing and smut scenes. Suggestive. Not really smut because I can speak English. And yes, part 3 ( and I hope final) is around the corner.

Part ll of this (kinda)

It was easy and simple to match your routine with the boys, you were basically with them 247 before that night at the apartment. You and Jaemin had classes together, do homework together, study together; Mark also helped the two of you, sometimes Jaemin will be sitting between his legs while you are at the other side watching them being so... comfortable.

Sometimes you will sit on Mark's lap while Jaemin was taking a shower or doing something that requires his complete attention, he would watch the two of you and ask you questions like he normally does without a hint of awkwardness for this new scenario.

Since that night, nothing too sexual happened again. Some kisses here and there, a lotta cuddle sessions and some "dates" inside Mark and Jaemin's apartment. And that's kinda frustrated for you.

That afternoon they guys asked you to come, you picked up food and already knew the door code, so you just get inside the apartment. You were just about to call Jaemin name when you hear them, of course you will recognize the moans of the two men who did make you come that warm night

"God, Mark, you feel so good"

What you should do? You could live and wait a bit, then call and ask if you could come. You can call them too. You could just get inside the room and watch them

You noticed the stamina the boys may have. Sometimes Jaemin will appear with some new hickeys at places you knew you didn't kiss. Other times, Mark will walk around the apartment shirtless, the marks on his hips, or his shoulders, or his neck, or his torso giving you a good dreamy scenario of what he and Jaemin do when the door closes.

"I can't wait to have her between us. What you think, hyung? Meaby this time you can hit me from behind while I'm inside her, bet that would make you cum really hard, right?"

"We could try"

The two boys look at you standing at the door, the Imagine was better of what you thought.

Mark flushed skin, messy hair, sweat torso, the veins of his arms while trying to keep his self up all in fours, red lips and tongue picking out his mouth

Jaemin holding Marks torso and neck, red plumping lips, bangs sticking to forehead, strong chest, shoulders and arms marked with scratches and dark dizzy eyes

Jaemin asked you to wait for them in the living room for a moment, five minutes later the three of you were sitting facing each other, the guys wearing baths rope and still smelling like sex

"We thought it would take you longer to come" Mark was the first one to broke the silence

"My class ended early"

The anxiety hit you all at once, they look almost guilty of something, they didn't want you? What if they tell you they didn't mean what you heard? What if they wanna... stop seeing you?

"And?"

"Pardon?"

"You will be up to try what you heard me saying there?"

You will. You been dreaming about it for the past month, the makeout session, the cuddles, the words, the thickness tension in the air when the three of you are together. You can deny the nervousness in you body, the little doubts here and there about things you don't know if you want to think about it just yet

Right now, you want the two of them.

Mark lisp smash yours first, Jaemin undressed you at the same time he was kissing your shoulders, touching your boobs and ass. At some point your body was pressed under Jaemin in the bed while Mark was busy takin out your shoes

"I can't wait to be inside you- Jaemin said out loud- is this the first time you are with two people at the same time?"

"Yes"

Jaemin fingers touched your clit in slow motion, kisses in your neck and cheeks, you feel like crying near to the desperation point brake

"What you said, Mark: shall we take turns? Meaby we can prepare her well enough to take the two of us at the same time... or we could try the fantasy you been dreaming of and fuck me from behind while I fuck her face to face so I can see her pretty face"

The mere thought makes you moan and whimper, at this point begging was everything you could do, your dizzy head expecting that Jaemin said.

"Should I prepare you? Or you want me to eat you out like the last time? Fuck, Jaemin, that night was one of the hottest nights of my life"

Mark's hands were touching your legs, the pressure on it delicious along with his raspy voice and authority aura making you shiver

"The feeling of you mouth around my cock, the imagine of Jaemin making you come because his tongue and when you beg us to fuck your mouth at the same time I thought I would come"

Amd just like that, you first orgasm of the night came.

#nct #nct 00 line #nct u #nct dream #nct 127 #nct reactions #mark lee #mark lee smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #na jaemin smut #na jeamin #nct ships #nct mxm #jaemin hard thoughts #mark lee hard thoughts #nct hard hours

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years

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#145 and nathan fuck it i want that man to wreck me so bad

ooo i hear ya

*I am no longer taking requests from this prompt list.

Prompt: “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

18+ Only. Minors interaction with this work will be blocked.

Warnings: Sexy scene. Smut. Smut smut smut smut smut. Probably not the kind you were thinking, soz anon.

Bratty, subby Nathan; cock rings; restraints; oral sex (female receiving); spitting; slapping (a thigh, not a face)

"Hey."

"Shush."

"C'moooon," He whines. "How long are you gonna be."

"Well, as someone so kindly reminded me this afternoon, I've got a lotta shit to do before the weekend."

"Do it faster."

You turn to look at Nathan from your computer, arching a sharp, reprimanding brow. It seems to have little-to-no-effect; Nathan just pouts, squirming on the bed.

You can see how hard he is from there, his cock flushed and red, bobbing against the confines of his cock ring.

"You wanna run that by me again?" You ask, lowering your voice and firming your tone. Nathan swallows thickly, shifting restlessly in his sheets, his hands grabbing at the pillow by his head.

"If you can't keep still, Bateman, you know what I'll do."

Your threat is met by further squirming, and a defiant, pointed thrust of his hips. You tut softly, saving your work before you stand. You open the drawer by the bedside, sifting through it before you find the restraints you typically use on his wrist. Rather than simply tying him up, you make the split-second decision to have a little fun. He's wound up; you're bored as hell from all of the work you've been doing.

Nathan watches you covetously as you wriggle out of your clothes, tossing them toward the hamper in the corner. Then you take up the restraints again and climb onto the bed, straddling his chest. You can feel Nathan fighting now to lean up and take a lap at your pussy as you lower it tantalizingly close to his face.

He does brush a few kisses to your inner thighs, chasing them with a nuzzle. He groans when you tut, his head dropping back onto the pillow.

"Do you like torturing me like this?" He grumbles.

"No, baby," You coo, reaching down and gripping his jaw tightly. "I love it. Open."

Nathan's jaw drops open, and you bow over it, gathering the spit in your mouth before letting it drop from your tongue. Nathan whines, squirming, tipping his chin up and flicking his tongue, trying to reach it when it doesn't fall quickly enough for him. You giggle as it drops into his mouth, as he groans roughly. You dip your head, lapping over his lips and sharing a slick kiss.

Nathan whines as you draw away, but his eyes brighten as you shift your pussy over his mouth again.

"You want it?" You ask, wiggling your hips little. Nathan nods, tongue swiping across his pink, flushed lips.

"Ask," You warn, holding up a finger.

"Please."

"Please?"

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Lemme eat your pussy."

You can feel Nathan shifting under you, his hips lightly thrusting behind you. You consider, letting out a contemplative hum.

"Mmmm...I don't know if you want it enough." You dip your fingers down, teasing over your dampening cunt.

"Come on," Nathan growls, voice edged with a whine. You laugh softly, swirling your fingers over your clit.

"Well that's no way to get what you want, is it, Nathan." You begin to roll your hips down against your hand, moaning for show.

"You know my tongue'd feel better than your fingers," Nathan argues. It's not a strong tone; his voice is breathy, and tight. "Let me make you cum—please."

You consider, tipping your head down to look at him. You raise your cum-slicked fingers to his lips, swiping them along the plumped skin before saying, "Suck."

Nathan takes them between his lips, eyes slipping closed as he tongues and teases the digits, searching for any more your juices on your fingers. He sucks at them even as you draw them out, and groans, vindicated, as you lower your pussy over his face.

Nathan strains to lean up, licking at your clit before you've fully lowered yourself.

"There you go," You coo, smoothing your slick fingers over his head. You sigh softly, eyes sliding shut at the sensation. Nathan eats your cunt like a starving man attacking a five course meal. He's all over the place—he doesn't settle in one place for too long, seeming unable to focus on what may best give you pleasure. You gently guide him, shifting your hips and using the grasp on his head.

Once you begin to lead him, Nathan follows your lead happily. He moans as he takes your clit between his lips, turning his head from side to side and nuzzling against your mound. You moan softly, shifting your hips and tipping them to guide Nathan lower.

You twist around, glancing back at his cock.

"Look at you," You murmur, reaching down and swiping your fingers through the oozing cockhead on his belly. "I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

You grin as you feel Nathan's mouth open with a moan, swiping his tongue widely against your pussy lips. He groans softly, sucking them in quick, short bursts. You giggle a little as you feel the familiar tingling sensation in your belly.

"There it is," You murmur, "There...Oh, Nathan, fuck, fuck yes." You urge him on, thrusting your hips down against his tongue. You can see him straining, pulling at the restraints on his wrists. You tighten your hold on his head, whining as your hips bound against his lips and chin. You sigh, leaning back onto his chest and tipping your head back. Your cunt clutches and throbs, empty; your thighs ache and twitch from where you've knelt over him. You shift back, smearing your sensitive cunt along his chedt.

"There's my good boy," You murmur, leaning over Nathan and cupping his cheeks. "I knew you had it in you."

Nathan grins dopily, red-cheeked and hazy-eyed.

"Now keep that up," You swing your leg off of his chest, "And keep quiet. I've got work to do."

Nathan's grin drops away, an irritated moue twisting up his face.

"Ah-ah. None of that," You warn, slapping the inside of his thigh, and delighting in the way his cock twitches at the impact. "You keep still and quiet, or not only are you not going to cum tonight, but I'm going to bind your ankles and leave you alone while I eat dinner."

You straighten up, watching Nathan lean back against the bed, dejected.

"You need water?" You ask.

"No."

"You want anything?"

"...No."

"Alright." You lean down, pressing a kiss to Nathan's forehead. "Pipe down and let me get to work."

#Nathan Bateman x Reader #Nathan Bateman x You #asks #replies #requests #prompts

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nocompromise-noregrets · 7 months

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For the three-sentence ficathon, may I request Thranduil, Legolas, and father-son apple picking?

wheeee, thank you! <333333

It is autumn in Dale and, having tagged along with my father and Bard on one of their regular visits to see the children, I find myself in one of Tilda's orchards with my father, helping to harvest the plump, ripe apples so that they may be stored for the winter, made into pies and preserves, and perhaps one or two eaten fresh, as a reward for the hard work. My father, being by far the tallest of all, is put to work reaching down the highest fruit, and I work quietly alongside him, fetching down those which have grown not quite as high upon the trees. We have been gradually relearning how to be together, to understand each other, to work alongside each other, and no words are needed between us, for now at least, as he passes apples down to me and I pass them down to little Brand, Bain and Lotta's son, who is growing taller by the moment, it seems, so that he can place them carefully in the baskets to be carried away to Tilda and Agnes' kitchen where their final fates await them.

Long sentences ahoy, again! Here's a snippet from Empty Vessel-'verse focussing on one of the more joyful things about autumn.

Thank you for the prompt! Anyone else fancy prompting me? Give me:

fandom

character(s)

prompt word/sentence

and I will write you a three-sentence fic!

#lotr #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit fanfic #legolas #thranduil #bard/thranduil #barduil #(implied)#my writing #three-sentence ficathon

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yeehawbvby · 6 months

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 45

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Time for that cute date with Magnus! :^)

Author’s Note: I was gonna release this chapter either tomorrow or next Wednesday, but here it is early, as a little Halloween Spirit's Eve present!! (Totally beating myself up rn for not lining up the Spirit's Eve chapter to come out today.. ough)

Anyway, there's a lotta RomRas referenced in the first half of this one! It’s pure, cavity-inducing fluff >:3 And some sillies, because of course there is.

I hope y’all enjoy it, take care, and happy Halloween! x

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After freshening up in Magnus’ restroom, I jog back downstairs to the main floor, where he’s patiently waiting for me to head out.

After I slip on my shoes, he takes both of my hands in his, calmly stroking my knuckles with his thumbs. “Ready?”

I hum my affirmation, nodding and smiling at the handsome wizard in front of me. As per usual when I’m being teleported, I close my eyes, saving myself from any potential freak-outs. I’m curious to know what it looks like to teleport, but today isn’t that day… Or tomorrow. Baby steps, (y/n).

I realize we must be at our destination when I feel a soft breeze against my cheeks and hear the sounds of nature.

The air smells fresh and crisp, and as Magnus steps aside and I open my lids, I’m met with a beautiful, serene forest, like something out of a fairytale. The pine trees directly ahead of us are coated in green moss and beige fungi, and as my eyes scan upward, I notice that there’s a vast cliff behind them, with more woodland up top.

As my gaze pans right, I see a waterfall that drops onto a small, elevated piece of land before creating a new and thicker cascade just below it. There’s a pale rainbow forming around the foam at the bottom, making every straying droplet look like glitter bouncing through the air. The crystal-clear water of the river it flows into shines iridescently under the sunlight, and as I turn around to follow its path, I realize it’s all gathering into a vast lake full of fish I’d never known existed. Some are purple, with pointy pink fins; others teal, with what looks like small rubies and emeralds and sapphires embedded into their scales.

Completing my full circle, I peek behind Magnus, noticing a similar pattern to what I’d already seen: a long and wavy river, waterfalls, and trees galore. When I finally look back up to him, he’s peering down at me. His cheeks are pink but his eyes stay maroon, and he has that cozy, lovestruck gaze he usually does when looking my way.

“Where are we?“ My voice comes out quiet, as if speaking any louder would somehow disrupt the peace.

“Grenville Falls,” he answers. “A forest of magical origin that lies far from civilization, and one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever come across in my travels.” I guess that explains why it’s so serene here. Humans haven’t been around to taint it yet. “Until now, most of the magic we’ve discussed has been almost purely pragmatic.”

“Almost.” I give him a shit-eating smirk.

My brother in Yoba is seriously trying to pull the “Magic must be used responsibly!!!” bullshit after casting spells on me for his own horny entertainment on several occasions. Magnus laughs before looking around at the grove we're standing in.

“Buuut,” he pointedly continues, “we’ve only barely touched on the simpler joys that magic can bring.” He turns back to me and laces our fingers together, a soft grin slightly plumping the warm apples of his cheeks. “I realize that, spiritual interference or not, it must have been hard to befriend me – let alone begin seeing me romantically – given how suspect our first interactions must have made me seem, alongside how out of touch I am in current social practices.”

Oh. So he really had almost no idea that I was unwillingly swooning right off the bat? I thought he’d read my mind plenty back then… maybe it was less than I’d assumed.

I give his hand a reassuring squeeze. Maybe he knows now, if anything – and if not, I could always just tell him when he’s not, like, pouring his entire heart out to me.

Magnus continues, “And yet you took the trouble to give me a chance, my dear, in spite of all that stood in our way. You’re so incredibly precious to me, and I wanted to give you even a sliver of the joy that you’ve brought into my life. So,” he sighs, reaching into his shirt pocket, “Although I don’t have a bouquet, as per tradition with the humans of the Valley, I thought you deserved to be properly and officially courted.” Magnus pulls out a fucking ring, and upon seeing the whites of my eyes, he chuckles. “I promise, this is not a marriage proposal.”

“Oh thank god.” I breathe out a nervous laugh, my right palm resting over my heart.

“But I am asking if you’d do me the honors of being my… girlfriend?” Magnus looks off to the side briefly, tilting his head as his eyes pinken. “I’ve always preferred the term ‘partner,’ but I’m not sure how common of a label that is in these times.” He shrugs, bringing his gaze back to mine, and beaming with again-maroon eyes upon seeing me enthusiastically and vigorously nodding my head.

“‘Partner’ is fine, I like ‘partner,’“ I squeak out. My cheeks are on fire, I can’t tell if it’s more from the thick blush coating them or from smiling so wide.

I jump to koala myself onto Magnus, unable to resist pecking his cheek and burying my face into his neck before accepting his gift. As always with physical contact, he barely needs time to think as he wraps his arms around me for support, one hand resting on my lower spine and the other against the back of my hair.

“I honestly didn’t think you were gonna ask,” my mumbles muffle into his collar. “I just assumed it was some sorta elemental tradition for sex to solidify a relationship, or something.”

“That is true in many cases, actually,” he confirms, setting me back on my feet. “Luckily, we more mindful beings have a say in the matter.”

Now that I’m not frazzled by what seemed like an engagement waiting to happen, I can actually look at the ring – which Magnus had looped onto his pinky for safe keeping during our embrace – up close. It’s fucking gorgeous, oh my god. A small moss agate is clasped against a gold band, and the bits holding the stone in place look like thin vines. Seems almost too delicate to wear.

Holding the ring between his left thumb and forefinger, he says, “That necklace Lady Welwick gifted you is an artifact imbued with her clairvoyant magic to aid your clairvoyant magic, generally speaking. But artifacts can be made to assist you in any aspect of magic, or of life itself, really.” Bringing his right hand up to his right earring – with his usual long, red ones adorning both ears – he explains, “These are similar, in that they provide a defense I don’t normally have. Although young for my kind, I’m still… er. I am an old man.”

My lips twitch as I attempt to hide a smirk. Magnus notices and chuckles.

He shushes me teasingly before continuing, “I don’t have the same oomph in me that I used to, so I wear these to keep myself safer in case anything should go awry. The rings I often wear serve a similar purpose — but those, I change to accommodate what is on my schedule each day.”

I nod in understanding, eyes wide with intrigue as Magnus brings his hand down to match his left.

“I conjured this with the same purpose as my earrings. I’ve yet to teach you defensive or combat magic, and while you may hopefully never be put in such a way that someone or something could threaten your well-being, this will offer a veil of protection, as well as invigorate you once you’re able to arcanely fend for yourself.”

“That’s so cool,” I mutter. “Thank you, Magnus,” I smile up at him. Swooning completely. “I love it, it’s perfect.”

“It’s the least I could do for you, my love,” he offers, his expression mirroring mine. He then asks, presenting an upturned palm to me. “May I?”

I nod, opting to place my right hand in his. Rather than looking down at our hands, I keep observing him:

The way he mutters something about hoping it fits under his breath.

The soft squint in his eyes.

The way his bottom lip rests subtly beneath his top teeth.

How his almost nervous expression turns into a bright grin as the ring is slipped on in a flawless fit. That familiar spark I experienced when putting on my necklace for the first time buzzes through my newly-accessorized digit, but I ignore it in favor of watching Magnus for just a bit longer.

Happy, dense crows feet form at the corners of his eyes as he pans them up to mine, before they widen slightly, his irises turning rosy as he notices that I’m staring. I simply smile up at him. The crinkles next to his eyes come back and he chuckles, taking my cheeks in his hands before leaning way down to softly plant a kiss on my forehead, and then my lips.

I giggle out of our smooch.

“What?”

“This feels like an actual proposal, honestly.”

His brows furrow. “Did I do too much?”

I get back on my tippy toes and pull him back down to me before he’s out of reach, whispering, “No way,” before stealing his lips again.

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After all the cheesy stuff, Magnus summoned us a picnic! It took him a bit, and I needed to lend him some mana as he had to teleport it all from storage at home, but he managed. The blanket he brought for us to sit on has a purple gingham pattern, and the food and drinks were rested within a stereotypically tan, woven picnic basket.

Encased within the basket was a large bottle of cherry wine, a few empty cups, and some snacks. Mostly charcuterie-type things, like cheeses, fruits, and sliced meats, but he included some raw veggies and a few dips for ‘em as well. When I asked about the extra cups, Magnus said that the water here is perfectly safe for drinking, and that he added those so we wouldn’t need to mix the water and wine at all.

As soon as he told me that, I grabbed a cup and rushed over to the river. I’ve never had fresh water like this before – and holy fuck, it was so nice. Never tasted anything like it.

Fast-forwarding to right now, we’re laying side-by-side, lazily snacking on the few crackers and apple slices that are left. Both feeling all silly and happy and wine-drunk. About halfway through the bottle’s contents, we abandoned our cups in favor of occasionally passing the glass vessel back and forth to each other.

Speaking of which, now seems like a good time to top myself up!

I lean up onto my elbows and grab the bottle by its neck, chugging a few gulps back. Magnus, who’s peacefully lying still with red cheeks and closed eyes, startles a bit when I tap his arm with the bottle. I smile down at him.

“Sorry,” I giggle, “want more?”

He nods, then shuts his eyes again. “Feed it to me.”

My giggle turns into an ugly snort-laugh. “Why?”

“I’m sooo comfortable, (y/n)…”

“Too bad! It’s dangerous t’drink laying down.”

Magnus rebuttals, “I love danger.”

“Why are you lying?”

“Who, me?” He opens just one eye, smugly smiling up at me.

“Don’t play dumb.”

“To think my beloved partner would accuse me of such a horrible thing…” he trails off, sighing dramatically while closing his eye again.

I know Magnus is only teasing, but I still pout with furrowed brows. What a little shit! It’s at least nice to learn that he’s a coherent drunk, instead of the bumbling mess I am.

“Y’know what? Fine!”

I take a little wine in my mouth, then lean down, meeting Magnus with my lips against his. A surprised hum escapes him, but he melts into the kiss regardless. I stay still, so as to not blow my own cover (this would totally blow it easily in most cases, but right now, he doesn’t seem to notice). Finally, the moment Magnus’ lips part, I let the wine trickle onto his tongue. It’s barely even half of a sip, so it should be safe enough.

Another startled noise emits from the wizard’s throat, but he quickly adapts, swallowing the wine before bringing a large palm to the back of my head. Kissing me harder and deeper. Catching me off-guard. Oh boy.

I put a palm against his chest to steady myself, feeling my already-toasty cheeks heating up some more when he adds tongue. Noticing that my lower half is heating up too, I pull away, rolling over to lay on Magnus’ belly. It would feel wrong to do The Sex in such a seemingly sacred place.

My head jostles as Magnus sighs contentedly, and I turn onto my side to look at him.

“You’re s’handsome…” I murmur, reaching over to trace his jaw.

He raises his head a smidge to meet my gaze. The little bit of a double-chin this gives him is adorable. Makes me laugh. After a lazy smile, he lies flat again. As he moves, he reaches a hand to my hair and begins running his fingers through it, occasionally soothing my scalp with some light scratches. I hum, thoroughly enjoying how it feels.

Magnus sighs again, then dreamily murmurs, “It’s truly remarkable how lucky I’ve gotten meeting you.”

Smiling, I shake my head. “It’s more—“ I swallow back a small hiccup, “S’more fate than luck, no?”

“I suppose, but it feels lucky, nonetheless.”

I pop the last bit of apple into my mouth before letting myself relax into his touch. After a few moments of thought, I wonder out loud, “What kinda hobbies do y’have other than magic?”

Magnus doesn’t respond right away, but knowing how little time he has for things not magicky, I don’t rush him.

“I’m not so sure, honestly…” he eventually answers. It comes out quiet, almost whispered. “Gardening, I suppose, although that is often tied to my magic in some way.”

I frown, then suggest, “So let’s figure something out together.”

He peers down at me. “Anime,” he announces determinedly.

“Wh-“ I cut myself off to laugh, “What?!”

“I would like t’watch anime.”

Maybe it’s the booze, but I hug my tummy as I roll to lay on my side, curling in on myself with giggles. I almost knock the wine over, and Magnus quietly tuts at my clumsiness.

“Why don’t we start you off with manga instead?,” I suggest once I’ve relaxed. “Might like it better.”

“Manga?”

“Anime, but in book form.”

“Oh, that sounds splendid!”

“You read it backwards, just so you know. It’s usually published in Gotoroan, an’ translated for distribution elsewhere.” I emphasize the last two words with a vague wave of my hand.

“I can do that.”

I close my eyes for a few moments, the conversation coming to an abrupt end by my spinning head. “Is there a spell t’cure drunkenness?”

“I don’t believe so.”

I groan, rolling some more to nuzzle my face into Magnus’ chest.

“Although,” he adds, “a cheeky dip over there might help us sober up.”

“What about the fish?”

He snorts. “Why would they care?”

…Y’know. I was worried, at first, about the potential danger of swimming with these funky lookin’ fish. But something about how candidly Magnus responded convinced me that I should’ve been more worried about the critters’ opinions.

And you know what? He’s sooo right! Why would they care? Why should I care?!

I flop off of Magnus, laying flat against the blanket for a moment. He stumbles onto his feet, then assists me in doing the same, before beginning to strip.

My mouth falls open, a little bewildered. For some reason I thought he’d conjure up swimsuits, or that we’d swim in our underwear, or something like that. Promptly, I begin lifting my sweater over my head.

I observe, “We’re raw dogging this lake, huh?” The chilly air gives my skin goose bumps, but I don’t mind, given how much alcohol raises my temp.

“What are we ‘dogging?’”

I snort. “Oh. Slang.”

“For what?” he asks, stepping out of his boxers. He stumbles a bit and I hold his arms to stabilize him. Shamelessly give him a once-over, too.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

“I’m very old, (y/n).”

“Not old enough!”

Seeing me struggle out of my skirt, Magnus offers the same assistance I gave him. Then, he glares at me. Silently, but not even telepathically, telling me he’s gotta know. Sighing and remembering his yearn to be hip and cool, I give in.

“Fine. Sex. But like, without protection or whatever.”

“Ah… we are indeed raw dogging this lake!”

I chuckle at his enthusiasm. “Hell yeah we are!”

He holds his hand out to me, and practically drags me with him upon contact. I stumble a bit, then jog, wanting to match his pace. Don’t have the time or coordination at the moment to hold my boobs in place, which has me feeling a little self-conscious…

The water shocks me out of any negative thoughts though.

“Holy shit, s’freezing!” I strengthen my hold on Magnus as if it’ll steady my shivers.

“It’s not that bad.” His teeth are chattering.

“Liar.” I splash him with my free hand. He lets out a tiny yelp and tries to pull away, but I keep my grip firm, attempting to hit him with a few more watery snipes.

“Oh, if it’s a war you want, so be it!”

“What?”

“Hold your breath,” he warns before promptly yanking me down.

I scream out bubbles, laughing in delirium due to both the sudden change in temperature and Magnus’ own distorted under-water laughter. After a short moment of observing how ethereal he looks — his purple hair floating around him, the sparkle of his pale gray skin being tinted blue, the otherworldly fish circling around us — I shake my hand free and promptly bring myself back up to the surface. He follows my lead.

“Damn it,” I continue to giggle, repositioning my wet hair out of my face. Swiping some water from my eyelashes, I once again mentally thank Yoba for waterproof makeup. “So cold…”

“This seems to be doing the trick though, wouldn’t you agree?”

Unfortunately, he’s right. I feel surprisingly more level-headed now than when I was laying on him in a wine-driven stupor. “Yeah, yeah…”

I look around, admiring the beauty of our surroundings again, now from a different angle. I don’t notice anything new, but it’s still just as pretty, nonetheless.

Feeling something tickling my ankle, I look down into the water, watching as a sparkly blue fish swims around me. I giggle.

“Hey buddy,” I murmur, reaching down to try and stroke its scales. The movement scares it away, though. “Aw, man.”

“‘Twas a good effort.”

I meet Magnus’ fond gaze and furrow my eyebrows. “Not good enough.”

“Maybe someday.”

I sigh. “What are these fish, anyway?”

My partner shrugs. “Many are your typical river fish, such as carp or bass, whose forms have been altered due to the magical properties of the area.”

“Huh,” I grin, returning my gaze to the fish that swim a mere few feet away from us. “That’s sick.” I look back up at Magnus, quickly diverting my attention again when I notice the dreamy stare he’s still boring into me. My cheeks heat up, warming my whole body a little, as if I’m not skinny dipping in an almost freezing-cold river.

Then, my mind ruins the moment — as it typically does — suddenly drifting to my fish friend’s scales, then back to the weird note I received earlier.

“Can these fish’s scales be made into ink, or something?”

“Perhaps.” With a brow furrow and head tilt, he asks, “Why do you ask?”

“Um…” I think for a moment.

Do I tell him? Well, I suppose there’s no backing out now, really. He’s looking at me so expectantly, and he could read my mind if I were to lie too poorly.

“I got this letter earlier,” I go on, “and the ink looked really similar to that blue fella that was here before, right down to the way it shimmers. Never seen anything like it.”

Magnus frowns. “I hope it hasn’t come from one of them.”

A particularly small fish swims closely by the old wizard, this one a vibrant purple. It almost matches his hair. He reaches a gentle hand towards it, and it doesn’t back away, unlike the blue fish who graced me a moment ago. Lucky…

“It’s been a mutual decision between the Ministry and First Slash that places such as this remain unscathed.” He peers back up at me, letting the guppy move on. “Who was its sender?”

I shrug. “Didn’t have a name or return address. I didn’t feel any energy from it, either.”

He hums in thought. “I’ll take a look, if you don’t mind the intrusion. Maybe I can discern who or what it’s from.”

I offer a small salute. “You got it, boss.” Then, I sniffle. It’s super boogery. I better not be getting sick from this…

“Let’s get you out of here,” my partner prompts, noticing my… goopy state.

Magnus wades over to me, reaching out a hand. I’m surprised it’s so warm as I clasp mine into it, and take advantage of his body heat, looping my arm through his and pressing my bare body closer as he guides us to the shore.

“We’ll head back once you're warm and dry, alright?”

I grin up at him. “Sounds good to me.”

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