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Our Faith Caught Up in Flames

Book: Open Heart (post-series)

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)

Song Inspo: "End of All Days" - Thirty Seconds to Mars

Rating/Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞, explicit material; NSFW (smut 🍋 🍋 🍋); language; brief discussion of medical ethics; very brief mention of religion

Summary: After a brief disagreement at work, Ethan insists that date night continues; but Tatum has a secret she's not ready to divulge if things turn hot and heavy

AN: This is a lengthy response to this sweet anon ask (thank you to whoever sent it!).

If you're new here, hello! Let me quickly introduce you to my dear Tatum: before turning the reins of Chief of Medicine to Ethan, Naveen hired new blood to be Edenbrook's Chief of OB/GYN, Dr. Tatum Erikson... aka Ethan's med school girlfriend, aka the girl that came between him and good pal at the time Tobias Carrick. Long story short: love finds a way. 🖤

AN2: Special thanks to my beautiful prereaders that I annoyed the living daylights out of to ensure the lemons were at least palatable. Love you, @charlotteg234 and @kat-tia801!

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"She’s in a repair, sir.”

Ethan stood at the nurse’s station impassively, with a hand in his neatly pressed khakis, his other in a fist, rapping his large knuckles against the faux-marble counter.  He offers the unit secretary a crooked smile for locating his new girlfriend of a few weeks, but with his sports coat rolled up to his elbows, the throbbing musculature of his forearms reveal he’s irritated. “Of course, she is.” He looks at his watch, “It’s not like she was off two hours ago–”

“And what?” Tatum suddenly appears, shutting the patient’s door behind her. “Miss out on giving my patient the delivery of her dreams?” She shuffles over to Ethan, craning her neck upwards as he obliges in giving her a less-than-impressive peck on the lips. She playfully scowls.

Ethan peers down into the silvery sheen of her blue eyes, raising a curious eyebrow. “A vaginal delivery?”

Tatum removes her rainbow chevron scrub cap. “Uh-huh,” she nods, “after having two cesareans.”

“Two?” 

“With Von Willebrands.” A cheshire grin spreads across her face as she poorly mimics the moonwalk to grab the patient’s chart to make some preliminary notes. “And yes,” she keeps her attention on the documents, “both mom and baby are healthy, Dr. Ramsey.”

Ethan's face grows gravely pained as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He could care less about date night; he and Tatum were cut from the same cloth, dedicated to medicine. Interrupted moments alone were a hazard of the job, and while it is annoying, it never serves as a strain on their relationship, a breath of fresh air compared to Ethan's past.

However, the chief of medicine gnashes his teeth at the thought of dangerous care being given without his knowledge that could potentially affect the entire hospital's well-being. He and Tatum have discussed this before, being one in the same in taking chances, of being dangerously cautious, of blurring the lines when necessary between right and wrong.

Humming to a tune in her head, Tatum signs off pending consents before handing the chart back to the secretary and turning towards her boyfriend. “You ready…?” She stops, noticing the angry look on Ethan’s face. “What–” she places a thoughtful hand on his abdomen, “what’s wrong?”

He scratches his chin, the stubble making a harsh, bristly sound. Ethan exhales deeply, taking a step backwards away from her touch before glaring at her. “You’re always testing the boundaries.”

Tatum’s taken aback, her nose scrunching up in annoyance.  “That’s rich coming from you, Dr. Ramsey.”

“Erikson,” Ethan abruptly grabs her arm, pulling her back to him. He guides her to a darkened, private corner of the floor. “Laboring a weakened uterus? With a hemophiliac?”

“Are you… mad at me?” Tatum crosses her arms. “For advocating for my patient’s autonomy?”

“Is that what you’re calling it?” Ethan scoffs. “You’re not God, Erikson–”

“Well, until God becomes a board-certified OB/GYN and ACOG fellow with a 91% TOLAC success rate, I’m the best anyone's gonna get.” Tatum offers a cocky smile, pushing the tip of her tongue into her cheeks, but when she sees Ethan isn't amused, her sassy resolve instantly breaks. She glances around to ensure they were still alone before lowering her voice again with a heavy sigh. “I wasn't given much of a choice, Rams."

He steps closer, towering over her as he ever so delicately glides his warm, calloused palm under her elbow. "What do you mean?"

"The patient is Penelope Culp-Belvedere. You might be more familiar with her father, Larry Culp, CEO of General–”

“--Electrics. Fuck.” Ethan sardonically chuckles as he glares at his blonde girlfriend. "Did they threaten you or try to coerce you–?"

"No, no. It wasn't like that," Tatum shakes her head. "But she made it clear that if I didn't give her this opportunity, she would go to a birth center."

Ethan lets out a sharp exhale. He crosses an arm over his chest, his other hand holding his chin. A ruddy swirl creeps up his neck as Tatum continues.

“You know I couldn't let her do that. She needed surveillance, hypervigilance even; she needed my expertise. If she was going to be safe, if she was going to… survive?" She blows away the air she was holding. "I couldn't. I just couldn't, Ethan." She innocently shrugs. "I promise we covered everything, discussed everything thoroughly. She is fully aware of her risks, not to mention our healthcare team and legal team met extensively with her and her family–”

“Everyone, but the Chief of Medicine,” he grumbles.

“Ethan,” Tatum sweetly whispers, noticing the hurt in his voice. She places a hand on his arm, her eyes meeting his icy-blue glare. "You have to trust me–"

"Tate, this has nothing to do with trust," he retorts. "We're talking about legalities. We're talking about goddamn ethics, not to mention credentialing for Edenbrook. Fuck, we're talking about your licensure." He paces away, taking a much needed breath. "That's on me– "

"I'm responsible, too–"

"But it falls on me, Tatum," he snaps back. Allowing a moment of silence to snake past them, Ethan rakes his fingers through his dark waves before looking back to Tatum. Taking a deep cleansing breath, his body relaxes, his expression becoming empathic to his girlfriend before he reaches his arms around her. Pulling her into his broad chest, he plants sweet kisses along her hair line. "Tate, you know I trust you," he gravelly whispers to her, "with everything in me."

Tatum wraps her arms around his waist, looking up towards his softened gaze. Without thought, they instantly find comfort on each other's lips, gently pressing their mouths together. 

"But please... Don't ever do this again. You've gotta keep me in the know of these potentially taxing cases. If you’re not going to do it for that damn asshole Chief Ramsey," he smirks, lowering his forehead to rest on her forehead, "do it for me." 

Tatum nods her head, pressing her pout once more to his. "I guess being God is hard work."

Ethan snickers, "you have no fucking idea," he kisses the tip of her nose, "especially with you keeping me on my toes."

"Oh?" Tatum lightly scratches her nails up and down the firm planes of her boyfriend's back. "Should I be asking for forgiveness?" she suggestively smiles, pushing the tip of her tongue behind her teeth.

“No, not asking,” Ethan subtly presses his hips against hers. "Begging."

"Mmmm…" she playfully hooks her fingers on the inside of his waistband, pulling him flush with her body. She wraps her arms around his large shoulders, pressing her lips to the shell of his ear. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

“Dirty girl…” Ethan groans into a titter, pushing a quick kiss against the corner of her mouth. “Let’s go.” He takes her hand, and leads the way to the physician's lounge to pack up her belongings.

Feeling his warm fingers intimately entwine with hers sends her pulse racing. His thumb presses small circles into the back of her hand, making her thighs tingle in anticipation for his touch. For his taste. A flush appears on her cheeks as she daydreams–as she plans out their evening together. Absolutely depraved. Absolutely in love. Absolutely perfect.

But as they enter the locker area to grab Tatum's bags, another thought crosses her mind. She forgot something, something absolutely necessary for tonight.  And she abruptly stops like a deer in the headlights before turning to Ethan.

"How about you pick up dinner, and I'll meet you back at your place?" She innocently smiles.

Assuming she wants to clean up from a long day at work, Ethan nonchalantly answers back. "Just shower at my place," he lowers his voice, “and I’ll make you forget about dinner.”

Tatum swats jovially at his arm, biting her tongue. "Seriously, though–”

“I am being serious,” he chuckles, wiping at his plump lip.

"Rams," Tatum tries to get back on track. “I need to make a quick stop. Just a quick errand."

Ethan stops, shifting his eyes towards his girlfriend before nodding in understanding. "Is it tampons? I think I have some in my bathroom–"

"Ethan,” she chides. “It’s nothing big; don’t worry about it–”

“If it's nothing big, why are you being so secretive about it?

“Why are you being so goddamn nosy?”

Ethan takes a step back, mouthing the word ‘Wow’. He raises his hands in surrender. “Damn. Fine.” He turns on his heel and quietly heads for the door.

A sudden guilt overwhelms Tatum as she watches her boyfriend, carrying her bags quietly leave the doctor’s lounge. He’s honestly curious. He’s not being a controlling douchebag of a boyfriend; he’s not being clingy or a possessive asshole. Purely curious.

And now Tatum feels like a real bitch; how could she have talked to him that way?  But, still, could she really tell him the truth? Sure, it may be seen as silly, but it was embarrassing to her.  This little problem of hers affects both of them and their intimate life.  He never knew about it back in medical school; is it so bad if she kept this from him now?

"Rams," she sighs. “Come back.”

The hydraulic wooden door was about to close when Ethan stopped it with his shoe, pushing it back open. He stepped into the lounge, but the blank expression on his face is a telling sign he is irritated.

"Rams," Tatum's voice is tender, genuine as she reaches to hug him. "I'm sorry."

Ethan’s face resolves into a crooked smile as he lovingly wraps his free arm around her. "It's okay," he hushes, "I know.  I shouldn't have pushed you–"

"You didn't," she shakes her head. "I know you're asking because you care." Tatum swallows thickly. "Would you like to come with me?"

"Tate, is that what you want?" Ethan reasons. "It really is fine."

"How about you just take me to the store?" Tate suggests, "and we'll go from there?"

"Deal." He kisses her forehead. "So… where are we going?"

Tatum hesitates for a second, clearing her throat.

"Do you know the closest adult novelty store?"

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The rhythmic ticking of Ethan’s turn signal seems to fall into pace with Tatum's rapidly beating heart. Though the air conditioner is blasting frigid gusts that challenge the tundras of the arctic, she can feel beads of perspiration forming across her brow.

Ethan glances over at her before quietly chuckling to himself as he shakes his head. "Tatum," he croons. He massages her rigid shoulder as he turns out of the hospital district. "I don’t know why you’re so worked up about this. You and I have been to sex shops before."  

She forces a smile, but the expression melts away as she looks out the window.

He's right, though this would technically be their first trip together this go around in a relationship. Back in med school, the couple unabashedly frequented their local store for ideas, games and the occasional visual stimulant. 

Although Tatum gave her virginity to Ethan, he was never able to explore his fantasies with anyone, too afraid of judgment, too afraid of his own shame. But when Tatum was finally convinced her older brother wasn't going to kill either of them, the fire between them was ignited. An exhilarating vulnerability fell open between them, a love that neither one of them had ever experienced before, and suddenly, the act of having sex just wasn't enough.  Some nights were filled with endless kisses and sweet sentiments while others included unconventional props, lubrication and batteries. And some of their favorite nights included one simple word: Sir. 

But still, Tatum is nervous about admitting she needs help with this one thing in the bedroom. She really shouldn't be; she counsels women weekly about how it's "normal". Because it is. It’s actually a natural reflex the body performs to protect itself.

It’s just inconvenient. And embarrassing.

Tatum is jolted from her thoughts as Ethan turns off the ignition, the sudden hum of the engine completely replaced with the quiet street noise of the night. They’re parked in a strip center, the store in front of them discreet with cheesy crushed velvet curtains and neon signs in cursive.

“Is this place okay?” Ethan offers a crooked smile as he opens his door.

“Uh.. yeah, but–”  he shuts his door.  Tatum quickly jumps out of the truck, jogging to the driver’s side. “You’re not coming in.”

Ethan freezes before he begins to snicker. “Why not?”

“Ethan!” She folds her arms.

“Okay, okay,” he leans up against his truck as he watches Tatum walk towards the door. “But what if I need to get something?”

“You don’t need anything,” she jokes, sticking out her tongue as she walks inside. 

Once inside the store, she stealthily makes her way through the aisles until she comes to the area dedicated oral sex. Tatum is grateful they seem to be having a slow night because there was no one in her path; no one could see her; no one could identify her. She hungrily shops the shelves, looking for her holy grail, her fingers wiggling with desperation.

And there it is.

Good Head gel.

The perfect potion to temporarily cure Tatum’s potent gag reflex.

Tatum begins to squat down and pick out her favorite flavor when she hears a bell ring, notifying the store associates that someone walked in. Then she hears a familiar masculine voice.

Ethan.

Tatum curses under her breath, hiding behind some backstock as she watches him shop the aisles. 

And he wastes no time shopping. She watches him load his arms with a dual-head dildo, a bullet vibrator, and special sleeve for the stimulator that he could put on himself. Tatum watches with intrigue as he walks back to the front of the store. 

Was that for tonight? She smiles gleefully to herself, chewing on her thumb as she went back to her creams–that is until she heard Ethan’s voice talking to an associate who was directing the physician back to her location.  Tatum quickly jogs down the walkway, hiding behind an end cap to watch.

He fills his arms with lubrication of all kinds: flavored lubrication, anal lubrication, warming lubrication, lubrication made specifically for toys.  He moseys down the next aisle, collecting a buttplug and anal beads.  

Tatum’s eyes grow wide. Jesus Christ, are we having an orgy? An associate meets him halfway to the register, and they are clearly talking about bondage supplies.  

Dirty boy… She bites her bottom lip, her cheeks burning with eagerness. She quickly grabs her oral numbing gel, hiding it under her arm as she makes her way to the register. She exchanges a few pleasantries with the associate when all of a sudden, she is stopped dead in her tracks.

“Did you find everything you were looking for, babe?”

She turns her head to address her boyfriend, but she is instantly distracted by the pile of toys on the counter he was about to purchase, including a leg spreader, a couple of different pairs of handcuffs, a leather paddle and a new leather flogger.

Her mouth slowly drops open, her chest visibly rising and falling to her heavy breathing as she licks her lips.

“Ma’am?” The associate calls to her several times until her daze is broken. 

“I–I’m so sorry,” Tatum chuckles, her face rosier than ever. She can hear Ethan behind her, making small, inappropriate comments that only she can hear. She nearly trips on her own feet that are standing still.

“Cash or credit, sweetheart?”

“Excuse me?” Her words are breathless.  “Oh, of course, um…” Unable to make eye contact with anyone, Tatum quickly tosses some cash at the associate before she stumbles out of the store to retrieve some fresh air.

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After dinner, Ethan and Tatum make a quick wardrobe change: she stole his sleep shirt to pair with his favorite cheek-exposing panties, leaving him in a well-fitted pair of heathered gray joggers. They retreat together to his oversized sectional, her body soundly enveloped by his firm arms. Ethan casually rests his chin amongst the platinum wheat waves of Tatum’s tresses as he flips through the OnDemand menu.

Tatum suddenly stifles a yawn, nuzzling her nose into the short dark hairs of his broad chest. He tightens his embrace around his girlfriend, kissing her forehead. "Don't tell me you're calling it a night already." He pulls her into his lap, her knees finding both sides of his pelvis as he begins to massage her ass. “I have plans… for you, “ he breathes hauntingly on her skin, his fingertips teasing the curves leading between her legs.

A shiver courses down Tatum’s spine, hearing the hunger in his voice, feeling his prowling touch. She giggles into a moan as she slinks her arms around his thick neck, pulling her nose intimately close to his. His breath becomes quicker, the hot air mixing with hers as they trade glances of their sweltering pouts. "Did you have something in mind, Doctor?" She gently pushes her hips into his, needing a simple taste of friction, a simple prelude of him filling her deepest ache.

His hands roam gracefully up the slope of her back, becoming tangled in her loose strands. "You tell me–" 

Ethan suddenly bucks his hips upward, Tatum's playful yelp spurring him. He grabs a fist-full of her hair, wrapping it once around his fingers before pulling her close to claim her lips.

"Ethan," she moans as he steals her gasp from her throat, his tongue twirling against hers. 

Tatum tugs at the wisps of hair on the nape of his neck, finally raking her nails through his scalp.  As goosebumps ignite across his flesh, a low growl bellows from his chest. Rolling his head back, Ethan's eyes cinch shut, his throbbing erection hardening to her touch, hardening to her soft whimpers.

"Please," she quietly exhales, stroking his cheek, “take me to bed… Sir.” 

Sir. 

Ethan’s cock twitches at the sound of her words. He rubs his thumb across her bruising lips, his sky blue eyes searching for confirmation in the lusty storms of hers. He certainly hasn’t forgotten their game from years ago, a game where Tatum grants Ethan total control with a single word.  A menacing, crooked smile spreads across his face as she eagerly nods to his unspoken question. 

“Say it again.”

Tatum takes a deep breath, knowing exactly what she’s about to endure. She relaxes her arms, her palms facing up, almost like a child waiting to be picked up. “Take me to bed, sir.”

Ethan ferally tangles her hair tightly into his fist again, pulling her ear to his lips as she yelps. “There’s my good girl..” He pulls her earlobe into his mouth before dragging his teeth across the tender area. “Remember: no hands.” 

“Yes, sir.”

Ethan suddenly lifts her up, her legs squeezing tightly to his sides. He grips steadily onto her hair, the fiery sting of the pull keeping her locked around his body. Without wasting time, his fingers push her panties to the side, his thumb finding her thrumming clit.

Tatum’s mouth falls open, but only soft, swift breaths escape as she feels her body succumb to gravity, falling, sliding against her boyfriend’s hard body. The burning sensation against her scalp wells her eyes with tears. She inadvertently squeezes her legs harder, firmer, tighter against Ethan, her nails digging into her own thighs. The abrupt stern brush of his hand presses firmly against her desire, eliciting a low-pitched growl deep in her belly.

Carrying her with his hands firmly in place, Ethan struts confidently to the bedroom, the small bumps and twists sending sudden pulses of fear and pleasure through her raw nerves.

She breathlessly cries as a grin of pure ecstasy etches on her flushed face. Fuck, the merciless passion that awaits her…

Ethan lets go of her hair, tenderly capturing her body in his arms, allowing her to catch her breath from the bursts of electricity sparked through her body. He pushes her back onto the plush bed, crawling predatorily on top of her, overpowering her, leaving her helpless. 

He earnestly kisses her mouth, tonguing at her bottom lip, biting it. His palms wander up her sleep shirt, her peaked breasts being relentlessly taunted and rubbed despite her mewls, despite her strained soreness. He finally pulls her top up and over her head as he drops his kisses to her hardened nipples, lapping at them, teasing them with broad strokes from his tongue.

“Oh…God!” She sobs, welcoming the agony as she arches her back against the mattress. Gritting her teeth, she fists Ethan’s careless, sweaty waves, smothering him deeper into her chest. As he continues to claim her with his teeth, her cries become strained, breathless and hoarse. “God, yes… God… yes…!”

Ethan abruptly stops, snickering huskily. “That’s not my name.”  He carefully pushes her blonde wisps from her face, bending over to whisper into her ear. “But, only I can save you now.” He licks Tatum’s kiss from his ruddy lips as he slowly crawls backwards off of the mattress, Tatum mesmerized by the smooth, flexion movements of his stomach. 

“Ethan?” She innocently beckons, sitting up on her elbow to track his movements around the room. She tries to slow down her breathing, but her thoughts flood with depravity, recalling the items he purchased at the store. Her heart skips a beat, feeling her apex quiver. “Ethan babe?”

He quickly returns to her side. He holds his fingers against her lips to silence her, the same hand that was pressed intimately against her clitoris as he carried her into the bedroom. The sweet smell of her pussy entertains her nostrils, her tongue swirling around his fingertips.

“Is my good girl craving her penance?” Ethan impishly inquires.

“Yes… yes, sir,” Tatum pants, slowly licking her mouth with the tip of her tongue, her eyes growing dark with thirst, with willingness.

For his pleasure.

“Uh-uh,” he shakes his head, grabbing her ankles, “you’re not ready.” Ethan pulls her across the bed like a ragdoll, propping her feet against his shoulder. Tucking his fingers into the lace-adorned waistband of her panties, he pulls them off, wadding them into his hand. 

Ethan takes one, two strides backwards, his eyes fixed on Tatum, like an insatiable wolf fixed on his prey. He casually takes a seat on a tufted chaise lounge, sniffing her freshly-removed undergarment,grazing the swell of the bulge in his sweatpants with his hand.

Tatum relaxes on her arms as she crosses her legs, her foot playfully bouncing in the air as she tosses her loose curls behind her shoulders. “Am I ready now, sir?”

“Shhh,” Ethan snaps his fingers, raising an eyebrow. “I talk; you listen.”

A thrill of magnetism engulfs Tatum’s body, a pained pleasure kindling deep in her belly at his words.  There’s a darkness that overcomes Ethan, one that both terrifies her and excites her; one that makes her want to be loved and hunted, one that makes her want to be pleased and punished.

“Spread your legs apart.” Ethan’s voice charms like a well-aged brandy. Smooth. Sweltering.  “Mmmm… good girl,” his breathing becomes labored, “...just… just like that…”

He fully erects at the sight of Tatum, her delicate folds glistening in the ambient lighting. Seeing her completely yielded, completely bare to him, is almost enough for him to tumble into his own ecstasy. 

But he looks away. 

Cursing at himself, he furrows his brows as he bites his fist, slowing down his ragged breathing. His desire for dominance betrays him, his body threatening to lose all self-control. As he looks back to his own personal treasure lying exposed on his bed, the head of his cock begins to ache, straining against the tightening fabric of his pants. He can feel it throb against his hand, enticing him to give into his need.

Fuck. Slow down, Ethan. He feels like a damn schoolboy, ready to spill over. He quickly  removes his hands from his lap, fixing his eyes on Tatum: her toned legs; her thick, supple thighs; the velveteen skin that drapes across the curves of her hips and belly; the playful bounce of her full breasts.

God, she’s beautiful… and she’s mine. As Tatum becomes restless in the sudden stillness of suspense, Ethan drinks her in: every last freckle, every last hair. Every last dimple, stretch mark and scar. 

They’re all mine..

Ethan’s hands yearn to explore her body, his fingertips feeling a magnetic pull to reach out and feel each edge and line and plane. But he knows that one sip of that poison, and he will hurdle to his euphoric finish.

But that body. It needs to be worshiped.

“Touch yourself.” 

Tatum curiously sits up. “What?”

“You don’t question me,” he growls. “That’s one. Don’t make me get to three. Yes sir?”

“Yes, sir,” she swallows thickly.

“Now… be my good girl,” his eyes grow hooded, his voice both heated and chilled, “touch yourself.”

A twinge of humiliation flashes across Tatum’s face. Her eyes flutter shut before she gives a coy nod, like a lamb understanding her fate.

She looks up, her gaze piercing into Ethan, watching the frantic rise and fall of his chest. She takes two fingers into her mouth before descending her hand between her thighs.

"That's it… that's a good girl. Spread yourself open for me."

Drenched from her desire alone, the sound of Tatum's wetness reverberates through the room as she drags her fingers through her slick slit. She glides up to her sensitive bud, circling around it before drifting back to her center. Up… and back down again… a devilish expression of possession locked on his body as she pleasures her own.

"Stop," Ethan growls, "Stop right there…" His breath hitches as he resists the urge to stroke himself. "Inside…put them inside. Now."

Without thought, she pushes her fingers into her sweltering pussy, her walls narrow around her slender knuckles. She exhales a tender moan as she pulls back out, immediately returning her fingertips into her depths.

And back out again.

Plunging back in, teasing and tickling just inside her slick channel as her thumb grazes over her most sensitive of areas.

"Ethan," she whimpers, tossing her hair back over her shoulders as a sweet dew collects on her skin. "Please…"

Ethan stands up, a grimace on his face as he saunters closer to her side.

"Please, baby–" her voice strangles, her expression pleading.

Ethan suddenly seizes her hand; as he brings it to his mouth, Tatum’s wetness courses down her arms, dripping onto her naked body. He takes her fingers into his mouth, the invigorating taste of her arousal eliciting a bellowing groan from his core.

“Please, Ethan…”  she chokes out, her body rocking in desperation for more.

He slowly pulls her fingers out from the back of his throat. “What does my good girl need–?”

“You…” she interrupts with a hiss. “Please touch me…”

A sadistic smirk grows on his chiseled face as he retreats to his secret bag of goodies, pulling out a few items.  Tatum tries to observe, but her vision is too blurry to make out what scandalous products he was pulling out to use on her.   

He quickly returns, gently stroking Tatum’s heated cheeks. “Do you trust me?” He pushes his thumb across her lips and into her mouth.

Tatum’s eyes flutter close, a simple tear of pleasure, of her desire falling down her cheek. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

"Yes, sir.” She looks back into his sultry eyes, completely darkened with his lust for her–and only her. “... with everything in me…”

Ethan allows a silk tie to unravel from his hand, the corner of his lips curling as he watches Tatum writhe in anticipation. He carefully sits her up, cinching the tie snuggly around her eyes before laying her back down he guides her hands above her head, knotting the remnants of his tie around her wrists.

“Ethan–”  

“Shhhh…”  he hushes. “Stay still.”  

Hidden behind the chaise lounge next to his bag of products and toys from their trip earlier, Ethan pulls out a single, long-stem rose. Carefully fluffing out the petals, he pads closer to the bed, taking in the bare beauty of Tatum. He circles around her feet, her legs coyly thrusting with the built up tension they created together. He casually licks his lips, seeing her body so ready for him, so hungry for him. Twirling the flower between his fingers, he paces slowly next to the side of her body, hypnotized by the rising and fall of her nervous breathing.

Her lips. God, those perfectly plump, perfectly inviting heart-shaped lips… all Ethan can think about is touching them right now, tasting them and biting them.  Feeling them against his own as she orgasms, as she screams his name, as she begs for more…

As to not startle her, Ethan crawls onto the bed, resting on his knees as he hovers over her body. Watching her throbbing lips, he gently presses the blooming flower to her mouth before tracing the petals down her neck. Feeling the silky texture of the blossom in the most intimate of ways spurs a tender purr of pleasure from her throat.

Ethan traces the bloom down her shoulders and up her arms that are tied over her head. He watches her smile grow on her face, her body beginning to writhe in the bed.

He swats her palm with the bulb, Tatum‘s heart rate suddenly racing. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was unexpected. Thrilling.

Ethan continues, tracing down her chest, her nipples hardening before he can even touch her. Fuck, I need just one more taste… he rolls the bud of the rose around her pert breast before playful swatting at their most sensitive, taut area. Tatum giggles at the sensation, her upper back bowing against the bed wanting to feel more, needing to feel more.

Bending back the stem, Ethan releases the flower like a catapult, thumping harder against her.

But this time was different.

Tatum suddenly moans in pain, sucking in a sharp inhale as her body shudders.  

Ethan removes the rose, observing her skin as she softly mewls under his touch.  Running his hungry fingers across the slopes of her ribs, he discovers where a thorn penetrated the skin, deep crimson starkly collecting against her pale pink hue.

Ethan looks up towards Tatum; there’s something in the way she licks her lips, the way her chest trembles with satisfaction and danger… he can’t help himself.

He bends over, placing his lips over her tiny wound, kissing it with his mouth as he laps at it with his tongue. Tasting her, tasting his Tatum, in the most intimate of ways, the most depraved and feral of ways, pulls relentlessly at his cock. He needs to ravage her, penetrate her. He needs to fuck her.

Ethan balls up the comforter in his fist, forcing himself to slow down his erratic breathing. Not yet, he wars with himself, his own girth threatening to pour out without his command.

He crawls up on top of Tatum, pressing his lips into hers, letting her taste herself on his breath.

“Open your legs.”

With her lips not releasing from his lips, she spreads herself open, whimpering for Ethan to claim what belongs to him.  He grabs the rose, and with the flick of his wrist, the petals begin to drum against her fully aroused clit. 

Up and down. Side to side. Each soft flutter of the bloom’s silken beauty gently taps at her swollen desire, over and over, each stroke more perfect than the last.

Tatum tosses her head back, gasping for a sip of air as her thighs quake, electricity pulsing through them. Watching her fall apart to a rose sends a jealous wave through Ethan; he tosses the flower on the ground, climbing on top of Tatum. He hastily unties her hands, ripping the  necktie off her eyes.

“You come for me. You understand?” He demands.

“Yes sir,” she cries, running her fingers through his damp, dark curls, her eyes falling deep into the crashing waves of his ocean eyes.

Ethan puts a knee between her legs, spreading them apart before his arms tuck her wriggling legs around his hips.  He pulls out his thrumming erection already dripping with precum, lining the thick head with her saturated entrance.

“You come only for me–” he snarls in her ear, but before he allows her to answer, Ethan thrusts his hips into her, his massive length burrowing deep into her depths. 

Tatum’s mouth falls open to the sudden rush of pain, a pleasure that she has been craving all evening, but not a single sound comes out. She’s finally complete; she’s finally whole.

Feeling the extreme narrowness around his erection, Ethan reaches down, grabbing onto the curvatures of Tatum’s ass while he wriggles the last few inches of his cock into her tight pussy. Allowing her to stretch around him, he starts to rock his hips, slowly at first before finding a steady rhythmic pace they both enjoyed. Each pleasurable thrust, he disappears completely inside of Tatum as rivers from her wet center pour down his thighs and across her ass cheeks.

“Ethan–” she pants, “I can’t wait. I… I need–”

Tatum’s nails carve into Ethan's back. A groan of pure euphoria grows deep in her belly as she squirms underneath his weight, her core growing restless, growing needy of release. And suddenly a cadence of elated screams echo throughout the home as Ethan helps Tatum ride out her orgasm.

"That's it," he thrusts unsparingly into her depths. "That's … that's my …" 

But his words fail him. Like an insatiable animal intoxicated on desire, he grunts uncontrollably, unable to speak, unable to catch his breath. Just thrust. And moan. And push. And shove. His lungs burn from panting so hard. 

But he's not going to stop. Not this close.

Abruptly, Ethan hollers out in a deep, gritty howl. His girth mercilessly pushes against  her walls as he uncontrollably pours into her, filling her completely .

Needing to catch his breath before anything, Ethan collapses on Tatum's body, her arms readily receiving him against her chest. For several minutes, they lay there, simply holding each other. There was so much to say, yet nothing to say at all; somehow their heavy breathing spoke the depths of their heart perfectly. 

Minutes quickly turn into timeless memories. Though the Boston sky remains romantic hues of violet and navy, the moon has slowly danced to another corner in the sky.

She doesn't remember when she started, but Tatum cradles a sleeping Ethan in her arms, his head comfortable against her neck as she traces soft circles across his back. At some point, they had discussed taking a shower, but right now in this beautiful moment, connecting physically makes perfect sense. 

Being with this man makes perfect sense.

"Normal sinus rhythm."

Tatum stops scratching Ethan's shoulders and begins to snicker. "What?"

Letting out a big yawn, Ethan rolls off the top of Tatum. He closes his eyes again, but laces his fingers with her. "Just glad your ticker sounds good.”

"Weirdo," she titters as she glances around the room. "Ethan? Was… was that a rose?"

With his eyes still closed, a mischievous grin crawls across Ethan's face.

"Are you serious?" Tatum sits up, grabbing a pillow to hug and hide her nakedness. "Where did you get that?"

Ethan chuckles to himself. "I know it's off brand for us, but … well, we were going on a date and–I don’t know. I thought it was nice–." 

“You did not.” Tatum jovially swats him with the pillow, his smile growing bigger.

"I wanted to show you that I've gotten classier these past 15 years. You know, no more trips to adult novelty shops to impress you."

They both tumble into belly laughs, exchanging knowing glances at one another. 

"Speaking of," continues Tatum, "what the hell was all of that shit you were buying yesterday?"

Ethan waggles his eyebrows. "The Lord works in mysterious ways."

Tatum playfully scoffs, scooting off the bed. “I’m gonna take a shower. Wanna come join–?”  Before she can finish the question, Ethan is climbing off the bed, chasing behind her as she squeals into the ensuite bathroom.

“Oh, hey,” he turns back around, grabbing something from the giant bag of adult toys before jogging back to her.  “You left this at the register.” He tosses in the air a familiar silver bottle towards his girlfriend.

The blood drains from Tatum’s face. As she catches it mid-air. “I… it’s not… this isn’t… I mean–”

“It’s definitely not your usual flavor–God, what is it you use?” He rubs his thumb against his lips. “It tastes… sweet–super sweet… like candy….”

Tatum’s eyes grow large, her cheeks burn with embarrassment. “B-but how…?”

“How what?”  Ethan opens the glass door to turn on the shower, allowing steam to slowly fill the room. “How did I know you were using that cream?” He chuckles, grabbing two towels from a linen closet. “Isn’t it the same stuff you used in med school?”

“Oh my God!” Tatum covers her face with her hands. 

Ethan approaches her, gently grabbing the back of her elbow. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he grins kindly. “You went to all that trouble to make sure… I was happy. And Tate?”  She bashfully turns her attention back to her boyfriend, but his gaze is already fix admiringly on her. “I’m very happy.”

Tatum wraps her arms around his neck, Ethan pressing his lips lovingly against her soft neck. “But,” she pulls back to look at him, “How? Did you see the bottle in my purse one day? Or in my medicine cabinet?”

Ethan shakes his head. “I thought it was interesting that your kisses afterwards always tasted like a jolly rancher.”  He suddenly reaches out his hand towards Tatum. “C’mon,” he nods towards the shower. “And bring your new bottle. I wanna see if this 'Strawberries and Champagne' tastes better on your tongue.”

~🖤~

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[harbingersglory]

Mayhaps something with (transfem) Kujou Sara fucking a bratty reader who (intentionally) pisses her off to the point where she goes all out with her full inhuman strength, ultimately knocking them up completely by accident because she was so caught up in the moment she forgot to pull out?

I bet nobody expected her to be first out of her siblings to become a parent, least of all herself, but she ain’t complaining!

{☆} characters kujou sara {☆} notes drabble, implied fem reader, sub reader, transfem kujou sara {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink

Kujou Sara was not one to allow herself to lose her ironclad control– she was a general, above all else, a servant of the Almighty Shogun.

Yet try as she might, you..you had a way of getting under her skin in a way that had her patience and will tested. Maybe it was the bratty, teasing demeanor that had her jaw clenched so hard it creaked, or maybe it was the provocative words you'd whisper in her ear while she was trying to focus.

It was irrelevant in the face of her dragging you back to her quarters, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed into a thin line– she tried to be gentle, but her grip was firm on her arm as she pulled you into the delicately managed room, her composure cracking like shattering glass. She wanted to wipe that smug grin off your face when she slammed her hands against the door, the wall nearly splintering beneath barely restrained strength, her expression..less than amused.

"Just what are you trying to accomplish?" She ground out, her teeth aching from how hard she was clenching her jaw– and, though she refused to outwardly admit it, your little..distraction was working far better then she wanted to admit to even herself. "I told you not to..to do such things while I'm working. Do you ever listen?"

She nearly growled– like some common beast, she thinks, and she is glad for her tempered control that she did not embarrass herself in such a way. She still had her dignity. But Archons, you were testing that control even still– the way your tongue poked out like a child, mocking and teasing, as if you wanted her to snap.

She almost considered it, but..you were human, she had to remind herself. Archons knows she's never forgive herself if she actually hurt you.

"What? Can the General not handle a little playful banter?" Sara opened her mouth to snarl back a reply, but she closed it but a sharp click just as quickly, a grimace gracing her features instead. "Is that all it takes to rile you up?"

She wants to deny it, keep her sense of control, but damn it– the way your hands glide across her skin, your nails just barely ghosting across the flexing muscles of her back..she feels her control slipping faster then she can maintain it, her lip quivering.

"You.." She croaks out in reply, trying to subdue the uneasy urge that lingers in the back of her mind with every glance down at you, every touch of your hands, every word that drips from your lips like honey. The silence is broken by a low growl, her hands tugging you off your feet and practically shoving you onto the bed.

"What? Are you going to shut me up? Or are you going to admit you enjoy it?"

Fine, she thinks, fine! If this is what you want so badly, she's going to shut you up the only way she knows she can.

She wastes little time between shoving you onto the bed and climbing on it herself, one of her hands reaching up to tangle in your hair as she shoves your face into the mattress, her other hand fumbling with your clothes– just enough to expose your dripping cunt to her, nostrils flaring at the sharp tang of your arousal, her teeth bared in a snarl.

She can't help the raspy groan that tumbles from her lips at the sight– you looked perfect like that. Quiet, your face forcibly held down, your thighs soaked in your own arousal. She absentmindedly wonders if you'd been so wet the entire time– if you'd just been waiting, no, practically begging for her to just..she can't even finish the thought, her hands trembling and her control slipping even further.

Her free hand fumbles with the hem of her own shorts, freeing her straining, twitching cock, pre cum beading at the tip. Her fist tightens in your hair as she leans over you, pressing her chest against your back and aligning her aching cock to your entrance. She almost snaps out of the fog clouding her rationality, but it returns in full force when she snaps her hips forward, sinking into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

"Fuck," Sara curses beneath her breath, groaning at the tight heat enveloping her– Archons, she'd never get used to it. It only drove her further over the edge, rolling her hips to force more of her cock into you. "Not..not going to talk back?" She growled, huffing and releasing her hold on your hair to instead slip her fingers past your lips. The muffled, garbled response was..far more enjoyable than she expected, the hazy eyed look as she sunk fully into you.

It made her feel lightheaded, to be honest. She was getting a bit too carried away, but the way your walls squeezed against her..her teeth ached for an entirely different reason, tongue swiping over the sharp points before she leaned down to sink them into your shoulder, pulling out and slamming back in with a muffled groan. Her pace was frantic after that, dragging moans and whimpers from your throat like a chorus of broken notes.

She hated how easily you got under her skin, but damn it, she couldn't deny how good it felt to put you in your place. You couldn't even get away if you tried– you were human, and while it made you fragile it also made you weak. Easier to handle.

Even if your tongue was far sharper than your appearance would make one believe.

Archons, she was so close, though. She pulled her fingers from your mouth, nearly crumbling at the moan that tumbled openly from your lips immediately after– she may have chastised you for your attitude, but she still thoroughly enjoyed hearing you. Just knowing you were unable to form anything more complex then senseless babbling was a special kind of high.

She wants to speak, but even her own words fail her beyond a low groan, the absence filled with the slick sound of her wild thrusts, caring little about the stinging ache in her thighs as she pounds you into the mattress without a shred of hesitation or rationality beyond fucking you into silence.

A small part of her, the rational part, tried to remind her to pull out– but your cunt felt so fucking good she just kept going despite the sirens blaring in her head. Even as your limbs tensed and your voice grew hoarse from screaming, she kept you beneath her, nipping at your throat to leave her mark against your skin. She was so close, just..just a little more. Just a little longer. Archons, she doesn't ever want to leave– doesn't ever want to pull out.

Her hands grasp your hips tightly as she nears her own climax, slamming back into you with a broken moan– she barely registered the fact she had cum inside you beyond the thrill of it dribbling down your thighs, not even her cock enough to keep you plugged up as she tried to gain some semblance of control through the haze.

..Fuck. She was going to regret this. She was, every so slowly, coming back to her senses– the first thing she felt was embarrassment, then panic, and then resignation.

At the very least she hadn't accidentally fucked you into unconsciousness on accident.

She was much gentler as she sat up, her cock still half hard as she pulled out, inhaling sharply at the way her cum dripped down onto the sheets. She hated how arousing it was. No– no. She needed to get a hold of herself.

But then again..you didn't seem to be complaining, at least not yet. She hesitantly lifted her eyes to see your expression, her throat suddenly feeling dry at the smug satisfaction on your face.

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #minors dni #writing tag #kujou sara smut #kujou sara x reader #do you understand what this felt like to open my inbox and see this #it felt like a shotgun blast pointblank to the chest /pos #i am a weak man at heart i see breeding kink mention and my brain turns off #respectfully. lovingly. i am going to suplex you. #my weakness being used against me ohhh its over for me. if it isnt obvious by the word count idk man #quick hack into getting me to write for you. breeding kink. passes out #AND KUJOU SARA TOO??? lord have mercy #i am an electro women enjoyer this felt extremely personal #if this fic isnt coherent thats bc it isnt. i blacked out writing this. dont ask

[keiriiz]

Chrollo Relationship/Romantic Headcanons

Now for these headcanons, this is where my opinion might really differ from the rest of you guys. Of course this isn’t all but just some of my favorites. I will be putting a clear NSFW warning for when I start to talk about him in bed. 🔞

I do want to add that some of my headcanons would change depending on his partner. If they’re a Nen-user or not, exactly what their ability is, if they’re in the Phantom Troupe, and how long he’s known them, etc. These are just as neutral as possible haha. Even some of what I say here contradicts how I’ve written him in certain ships because I knew exactly how he would act for those specific love interests.

✥ Right of the bat, Chrollo is bi-romantic, having very little preference of gender when it comes to his s/o. And sexuality wise, he’s definitely on the demisexual spectrum.

✥ Chrollo never really planned on being in a long term relationship or ever settling down with someone when he created the Phantom Troupe. It was just another aspect of life he was prepared to sacrifice. So giving a genuine relationship a shot he’d have to really love the other person.

✥ It would take forever for Chrollo to actually recognize he was feeling romantic attraction to another person as the entire thing is foreign to him.

✥ This man’s charisma goes out the drain when trying to flirt with someone he’s genuinely interested it. Tapping his fingers as a stim while he awkwardly flirts. It’s painfully adorable.

✥ Before making things official, he may do extensive research on his s/o. Background checks, verifying friends and family members, overall borderline stalking. It’s a safety measure. He doesn’t want to risk falling for someone who works for an opposing group or who might betray him.

✥ In a relationship, his s/o would be a source of comfort, especially if the relationship is long term. He’ll relax in their arms after a heist or cuddle up to them when he has a nightmare.

✥ I said in my last post but I’ll say it again here. Chrollo is a little spoon!

✥ It’s not too often Chrollo will verbally tell someone he loves them, his main ways of showing affection are quality time, and gift giving. And for his special someone, he wouldn’t just give them random things willy-nilly, he’d put thought behind each one. Say his partner mentions needing new shoes because their current ones are really worn out. You bet next time Chrollo sees them he’s bringing two pairs of brand new shoes.

✥ He loves to be able to lay his head in his s/o’s lap and have them play with his hair while he reads. He might even purr if given the right setting.

✥ Chrollo can be touch avoidant in general. If anyone touches him and he hasn’t given that person mental permission he will move away, shudder even. So if he’s actually allowing another in his space it really is a sign of fondness.

✥ This man definitely takes notes from romance novels he’s read when it comes to dates with someone he’s head over heels for. It can be cheesy.

✥ Chrollo isn’t a chef by any means but on occasion he’ll attempt to cook for his s/o when staying in. Might as well put some of his cook books to use after all.

✥ The times Chrollo is with his partner, things can be quite pleasant. However he can still be emotionally distant. He often wonders what he did to deserve all of this. To be able to love and be loved. It’s a mental battle he might struggle with quite often in the relationship and he wouldn’t be too open to communicating that, leaving his s/o confused. Just some general reassurance could go a long ways.

✥ I feel like a lot of people go for the idea that he’d like others with similar interests or are like him in general, and I could see potential in that mindset however I much prefer the “opposites attract” trope. I think Chrollo might have a bigger interest in someone different than him who can really show a different perspective on certain things. Or even test his mindset and show him new interests.

✥ He’s protective of his s/o, knowing with the life he has, anyone might try to hurt them to get to him so Chrollo wouldn’t be one to really “show off” his partner unfortunately. They relationship could be pretty private.

✥ Assuming his s/o isn’t in the Troupe, Chrollo may ghost them while he’s away on the job. He’ll let them know he’s working, but no calls or texts while he’s away. He won’t even give a location. He wants to keep his personal life separate and doesn’t want to risk revealing to an enemy his relationship or possibly get distracted.

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✥ Before the relationship, Chrollo didn’t really like sex (as I mentioned him being demi), he viewed the act as a chore used on jobs to get information and didn’t find it all that gratifying.

✥ With his s/o, Chrollo much prefers to make love as opposed to casual sex. He likes the intimacy of being with someone he truly loves and not just an act of pleasure.

✥ He prefers bottoming though is open to being a verse. Acting as Boss all the time he really just likes to relax in his personal life so in all honesty it wouldn’t be rare to catch him being a pillow prince in bed.

✥ Chrollo’s not the biggest cock wise, probably just reaching average. He’s uncut being from Meteor City but trust and believe he keeps that shit clean with his pubic hair trimmed.

✥ He’ll almost never out right ask for sex, he’s honestly fine if his partner doesn’t have any interest in the act either. Though if they make a move he’s more than happy for a session.

✥ He’s got VERY sensitive nipples. Give them a little tug with your teeth and he’ll mewl.

✥ Aftercare is always a given between him and his s/o. If Chrollo just got done bottoming, cuddles and praise are a must. He’d especially melt if given a massage.

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[qcomicsy]

I think Wade Wilson deserves tenderness.

I think he deserves someone to kiss his brow and his scarred knuckles, to hold him very close and let him sleep on their lap.

I think he deserves to have people to call when he has a bad day and I think that someday he deserves to look at the mirror and realize that there's moments that this doesn't hurt as much.

#I love him I love him I love him #I think about Deadpool my heart fills with warmth and I immediately open the ao3 to se my boy receiving love #because he does deserve love #despite it all #because we all do #like yeah sex and smut is great but have you seen this man get overwhelmed with tenderness love and kindness #with all that say I think Venompool fics fucking rewired my brain in a way I cannot go back anymore #i love them so much *sight* #shout out venompool shout out sciderman shout out every ficwriter and fancontent creator who just. get. it. #love you wade wilson #*sight* #q rambles #deadpool #wade wilson #spideypool #also shout out to that one domino comic I love you domino #and Mx Wong

[submissiveking99]

RPG GAMES

MASS EFFECT

Commander Jane 'FemShep' Sheppard

Jane Shepard is a no-nonsense military woman. Captain of the Normandy, she is a Spectre. Above the law, dealing with the galaxy's deadliest threats. A mix of paragon and renegade, she will kick your ass if you are racist to one of her crew but also be more than happy to joke over some drinks at an Asari strip club

Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy

Tali is a Quarian. A race of Space nomads forced from their home from the AI known as the Geth, and intergalactic law screwing them over. She is so sweet and kind, a brilliant engineer and more than deadly with a shotgun

Miranda Laweson

Miranda Lawson, made/cloned to be genetically perfect by her father. She escaped his clutches to try and live her own life. Confident in her sex appeal, she is a powerful biotic (basically space wizard/psychic) and takes no one's shit

Kasumi Goto

Kasumi is the galaxy's greatest thief. With tech to make her almost completely invisible to sight, sound and any type of vision imaginable. She is basically a space ninja. She is a fun playful tease who does what she wants as she pleases, because why not?

EDI

Samara

Aria T'Loak

KINGDOM HEARTS

Kairi

Aqua/ Anti-Aqua (or Aquanort)

Namine

Xion

Larxene

FINAL FANTASY

Tifa Lockheart

Cloud Strife

Aerith Gainsborough

Yuffie

NiER

NiER REPLICANT

Kaine

Kaine is the deuteragonist of NiER Replicant. To put it simply, she is a brash and agressive woman with no filter and is more than happy to swear up a storm.

She dresses provocitavly for a reason, to emphasise her feminine attributes as she is intersex canonically. Most people seeing her as a freak or a monster for the (again, canonically, very large) member she has.

NiER AUTOMATA

YoRHa Unit 2B

The Battler style unit with the Type 2 personality. Battler's are masters of close and long range weapons, swords and guns. (2B is extra good at this as her designation is not actually 2B, but 2E. An executioner model. E types being the most advanced and combat focused of all YoRHa units)

She is very cold and serious, but by choice. Trying to force down her emotions as to not feel the hurt with the dealth of her allies. As when an Android dies, if their memory is not backed up, who they 'were' dies.

A loyal member of the YoRHa but she deeply wishes to experiance happyness and humanity.

YoRHa Unit 9S

A scanner type Yorha unit with the type 9 personality. Very curious and eager to learn, facinated by humans and their... everything.

9S is a very submissive femboy character in my writing.

Commander White

Commander White is the... well... the Commander of the YoRHa organisation. 2B, 9S and so many others superior.

A very strict and serious woman who hides her inner caring and guilt as she is unable to give her soldiers the support they need

YoRHa Unit A2

An older Attacker unit with the type 2 personality. (attackers are ebst at close range combat, usually with swords)

Originally shy and timid, average was the best word to describe her, A2 did not die when she was expected to. Being declaired a trator at that. And so A2 did battle, survived, killing machine and android alike to survive.

YoRHa Unit 2P

A clone of 2B made by the machines. A very dominant, confident and powerful being. She is confidence on legs, not scared to cut down or humilate any who talk to her with a dismissive glance at best.

Her name, 2P, is based off a '2nd Player' for video games, the type P apparently exists in canon. As such I belive P stands for Paladin, all of the skills of the type A (attacker) units as well as the type D (defender) units.

YoRHa Unit Operator 6O

Operator 6O is a very sweet and cheerful girl. An Operator Unit asigned to 2B, she is 2B's mission control... and arguably only/best friend. Curious and happy about humanity and the world long lost, she is a cheerful ball of sunshine

YoRHa Unit Operator 21O

21O is the opperator Unit assigned to 9S and acts as his big sister/mother figure, stopping him from getting too absorbed in hus curiosity and making sure he follows the rules. Stern and serious, she makes sure the job is done as she works as 9S' mission control

.HACK//GU

Atoli/ Chigusa Kusaka

Alkaid/ Chika Kuramoto

UNDERTALE

Toriel

Total muses: 27

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[1-800-cr33py]

do you write smut abt hobo heart?

YES 100% I LOVE HIM SM

He was my girl crush when I was a wee girl

#1800cr33py #reqs open #requests are open #hobo heart #hobo heart x reader #hobo heart smut #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon

[coffeeheartaddict2]

I gave you my heart

Book: Open Heart (pre series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!OC Estelle Campion

Warnings: sexual content, swearing

Category: Smutty fluff

Rating: Mature

Word count: 1355

Summary: It is Christmas time and Ethan finds himself alone for the holidays. An unexpected visit leads to a change in status

Disclaimer: Characters (except for Estelle) belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note: I have touched on this in my part medical series but I have for awhile wanted to extend on it. I am using CFWC holiday prompt drinking alone at the bar.

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It was Christmas time in Baltimore and Ethan was home alone. He could have gone to Providence for the holidays but the break was short and he found it easier to stay, that and his dad was visiting his mother’s family. He could not understand why he chose to associate with them after all this time. He had an invitation to go to Philadelphia with Tobias and Connecticut with Estelle but he decided to stay. At first he was fine with his decision but Christmas Day came and he started to regret it. He slept, did some more research on a project he was working on and did some prep work for some of the tutorials. He went to a local diner for dinner. It was tasty but it was company he craved. He stopped into a bar that was often frequented by himself and his classmates but it was quiet. Too quiet. He stayed for a couple of drinks but then he went home. He arrived back at the apartment that he shared with Tobias. He poured himself another bourbon. He was gifted a bottle of scotch from one of his supervisors and it looked good but he wanted to share it so it remained unopened.

He was wallowing in his solitude when he was startled by a knock at the door. He got up and was surprised to see Estelle at the door.

“Stelle!” Said Ethan surprised. “I am happy to see you but what happened?” He asked as he gestured for her to come in.

“My parents and the you are wasting your time at medical school when you could just be like the rest of your cousins and marry rich and be a perfect stepford wife argument.” Said Estelle spitefully.

Ethan winced. “What do they want you to be bored shitless for the rest of your life?”

“Given how they carry on about marriage and how I am rapidly approaching my shelf life, yes. I grew up resenting both my parents. Dad worked so much and mum stayed home and was on this committee and that committee but they were not happy. I swear they only stayed together for appearances sake.”

He offers her a bourbon which happily takes.

“I do not know what is worse, what happened to me or what you had to endure.” Said Ethan.

“I think yours is worse, 12 years later and no closure. Or even a proper inkling as to why…”

She grabs his hand and squeezes it. Ethan does not jerk his hand away.

“I don’t think it was you she left E. Anyone would have to be stupid to do so.”

“What if it was Stelle?”

With her other hand she strokes Ethan’s cheek.

“You have proven to be a great friend E, you you be an obstinate ass at times but it is a part of your charm”

She kisses him softly, letting her lips linger before kissing him again.

Ethan returns the kiss. They stay on the couch for awhile just kissing. Both in a way relieved that the protracted song and dance they had been embarking on all semester had not dampened the feelings that both had for each other.

Ethan was not sure if it was the courage from the bourbon or sheer weight of hormones but he suggested that they head to his room. Estelle kissed her reply. They went to his room and their kisses became hungrier and urgent, only breaking apart to get each others clothes off. He guided her to the door and put her up against it. He started kissing lower and lower, until he was was at her centre, with one leg over his shoulder he kissed the inside of her thigh. Estelle could feel even more heat pooling at her core in anticipation. Ethan finally swirled his tongue slowly around her clit several times before running it through her folds and inside. The contact caused Estelle to arch her back and scream. Ethan expertly had her hurtling to a release and she succumbed. He lapped her up and stood up. Estelle hugged Ethan and he picked her up, her legs going around his waist and Ethan walked them over to his bed. They kiss again. He grabs a condom from his drawer and puts it on. Whilst Ethan is still sitting up Estelle straddles him, running her centre over his hard cock.

“I can’t wait to have you inside me” she whispers in his ear. She positions herself and inches her way down.

Ethan gave a shuddering sigh as she got closer. He kissed her and slowly eased his way out before thrusting up.

“Fuck Ethan” moans Estelle as he hit that spot. They set a rigourous rhythm. It does not take long for Estelle to reach the precipice of another orgasm but Ethan holds her there, and just when Estelle could not take it anymore, Ethan thrusts up hard, triggering not only his but Estelle’s climax. They bask in the afterglow, both surprised that sex with each other was as good as they thought it would be. They go multiple rounds, both intercourse and oral. Eventually they both fall into a physically sated sleep. After a few hours Ethan wakes with a start. He does not regret the actions of the night before but the unknown of if he has damaged what they had or if they would indeed be taking the next step came to the fore. He had liked Estelle for a long time and he alway thought that the feelings were reciprocated and the night before definitely confirmed that but the where to from here was a daunting prospect. He went to the bathroom and came back to bed. He knew he needed to have a chat to Estelle but he was not going to wake her.

A couple of hours later Estelle wakes up, pleasantly sore in all the right places. Ethan was still beside her and she smiled, remembering all the events of the night before. She did not want to be rude but she also wanted to get back to her apartment. She quietly gets out of bed and tries to find her clothes but the room is dark and it was proving to be difficult. She grabs one of Ethan’s shirt and decides she will at least have a cup of coffee and write a note and then come back to get her clothes. She was surprised to see Tobias though, and also he was pleasantly surprised to see her too.

Tobias noted that Estelle was wearing a shirt of Ethan’s and that she had left his room.

“So I take it you had a good night then?” Said Tobias with a mischievous grin.

Estelle blushed.

“Yes I did but I just came out to get a coffee and write a note and hoping that Ethan’s room has a bit more light so I can find my clothes.”

“I will join you for that coffee, I need it.” Said Tobias. Just then, Ethan came out of his room, in just a pair of sweatpants. He was shocked to see Tobias.

“You are back early,” said Ethan, “ what happened?”

“In short my dad.”

“Say no more” said Ethan.

“Looks like Ethan was the smart one, staying put for the holiday.” Said Estelle, “he got to dodge all the shitty parents.”

Tobias chuckled and the three of them went to the kitchen to have breakfast. After breakfast Estelle went and got changed and Ethan walked her back to her house.

“Did I fuck things up for us last night Stelle?”

“No, I think we have both known for awhile that we had feelings and as to why we did not act on them.”

“I do not want our friendship ruined though..”

“If anything E, I think our friendship has given us a good base for our relationship.”

“So we are together now?”

Estelle kisses him. “Yes we are” and she kisses him again. They arrive at her apartment and they kiss each other again. Both happy that they knew where they stood and were finally together.

———

Authors note: ok so writing Christmas in the OH word is weird for me as Christmas for me is in summer with a completely different vibe so I apologize if any Christmas fic I write is not too christmassy.

Also I apologise for the “Last Christmas” earworm but that line works with this fic as it was the beginning of a relationship.

And we all know what happened with Ethan and Estelle.

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[jerzwriter]

Insecure

Book:                   Open Heart

Pairing:                Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee)

Rating:                 Explicit 18+ Only

Warning: Explicit sexual content

Category:            AU/ Romantic smut

Summary:   In this AU, Ethan has recently published a phenomenally successful book that has launched him to celebrity status. Kaycee couldn't be prouder of him, but it's impeded on their time together, and with half the world lusting for the man she's secretly involved in, she becomes a bit insecure. Fortunately, Ethan knows just how to reassure her.

Words: 3,285 - sorry

A/N: It's been a while since we've had some Ethan smut. This was something I started for another fandom, but as I wrote it, I thought it would be a good AU for them, so I altered it to make it work. Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge - Forehead kisses (They're in there... but so are a lot of other things! lol)

READ BELOW ONLY IF YOU ARE OVER 18.

Kayce gave up on sleeping over an hour ago. By now, she should know it was pointless to attempt it without him here. But she was growing restless. She picked up the phone and glanced at the time, then let out a long sigh. His interview ended over three hours ago. Sure, she knew he was likely invited to have dinner with the other attendees after; and even though it’s the last thing he’d want to do, he’d be forced to go. But, still….

Drumming her fingers on her cell phone, she considered calling him but refrained. She didn’t want to give him the impression that she was jealous because she wasn’t. It wasn’t jealousy but longing. Their time together had become limited since the unexpected success of his last book. Ethan became an unwitting celebrity overnight. The media loved him, and so did the women… and men… there was no discrimination. To his mortification, he was now a sex symbol. But as his agent reminded him, sex sells… and he had a contract to honor.

Kaycee simply adored him, and her heart was filled with pride. Still, she was painfully aware that their limited time together would become even more sparse as his star continued to rise. And rising it was, there appeared to be no end in sight. That’s why he planned this weekend for the two of them. Forty-eight uninterrupted hours alone together. He rented one of the most luxurious suites at The Plaza, and they weren’t sure if they’d ever leave the room… then his agent found out.

“It’s just Friday night!” “Fallon had a cancelation, Ethan, and we’re not saying no to Fallon. You’re going.”

She was coming to hate his agent.

Exhausted now, she yawned as she stretched between the silk sheets on the oversized bed he should be in with her. She desired his touch, his scent, and the sound of his voice when, mercifully, the door clicked open. Ethan was here! And suddenly, Kaycee was wide awake.

“Hey,” she beamed, her eyes roaming over him as he removed his jacket and placed it in the closet by the door. The tender smile on his lips as he slowly turned to her made her feel things she wouldn’t readily admit. When did she become that easy?

“Hey, Rookie,” he drawled. “You waited up for me?”

“Of course,” she smiled, shifting to sit up in bed. The comforter covered her from the waist down, but she could feel his desire as his eyes roamed over her. She began to question her choice of his oversized t-shirt as her night attire; perhaps something more seductive would have been preferred. But as his eyes turned dark, she knew she had made the right choice. Seeing her naked, if not for his clothes covering grazing her body, woke something primal in him.

“I saw the interview,” she smiled, sauntering over to him when he sat on the bed. Hugging him from behind, her arms wrapped lovingly around his chest as she peppered gentle kisses on his neck. “You were wonderful. You’re always wonderful.”

“You saw the interview? How did you do that? It doesn’t air for another hour?”

“I have my sources,” she winked. “I didn’t become the best,” she stopped. “Well, maybe not the best, but….”

“You are,” he interrupted. Pulling her arm from his chest, lavishing it with kisses. “You are the best,” he assured.

With a giggle, she swiveled to sit by his side. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he droned, cupping her cheeks in his hands, “no matter what it is… you’re the best.”

A blush formed on her cheeks, and her playful smirk conveyed the confidence and uncertainty that simultaneously existed inside her.  

“I was going to say, you don’t become the best resident at the best hospital in the country without learning how to… make friends… but I know I’m not the best that Edenbrook has ever seen. Not by a longshot.”

Ethan caressed her cheek, dragging it down her neck as he spoke. “You always underestimate yourself. You’re still early in your career and have impressed me and others more than any others before. History will tell, but I dare say you may be Edenbrook’s best. Don’t you agree?”

He winked at her as he stood up from bed to remove his clothes. Deliberately moving at a slow pace to provide her with a pleasant show.   She tried to find her words, but the task seemed impossible. Mesmerized by each button coming undone, the way he tossed his shirt to the side, and how his muscles flexed when he pulled his undershirt over his head. He catches her staring at him, and a playful smile tugged at his lips. His ego swelled as he realized he had left her completely unaware there was a question to answer.

“Hello, my angel,” he spoke, his voice a graveled hum. “You haven’t answered me. Are you going to disagree with me, or do you think you may end up being the very best?”

“I don’t know,” she demurred. “You’ve set the bar pretty high.”  Glancing at the front of his trousers, she grinned sheepishly. “And it seems your bar is rising higher by the minute, do you disagree?”  

A deep chuckle emits from his chest; her cheeky sense of humor is just one of the many things he finds irresistible in her. “Hardly,” he smiled, falling back to her side. 

“There’s a joke in there, but I’m going to let it pass.”

“Good,” his fingers ran through her hair as his eyes fixed on hers. “Tell me what you thought of the interview. I want your opinion as my valued colleague and as my love.”

“As your colleague, I thought you were in a class of your own. Your knowledge was unrivaled, but you made complex content so easy to understand. Concepts that a layman normally wouldn’t understand will now be talked about around every water cooler in America because of you. Important topics that need to be discussed. You have no idea how hot that is. Which leads me to… as your love… I think you came across as charismatic, confident, and undeniably sexy.”

“Came across as,” he raised a brow. “Are you saying that’s not how I actually am?”

“Would you let me finish,” she teased. “As your… love… I think you’re all those things and more. You shined tonight, baby. I’m so proud.”  

Her review may have been glowing, but Ethan knew her too well, and he could tell the smile was missing in her eyes.

“But?” He asked.

“But nothing,” she insisted. Ethan would not have it.

“But…” he continued. “If you expect to have any real fun tonight fun with me tonight, I need you to be honest with me now.”  

“Are you saying you’d deny me?” She asked playfully. But the look on his face was no longer entertaining her. Kaycee knew he wanted the truth, and she gave in.

“You were amazing. I’m sure countless more people will be enamored with you now. But… sometimes it’s hard. It feels like half the world wants you now, and I know you’re mine, but….”

A knowing look comes to his face. “But we have to be a secret?”

“But we have to be a secret,” she sighed.

“All right then. We won’t be a secret anymore. I don’t want you hurting, Kaycee. Especially when so many other things are so right. We’ll go public; it’s as easy as that.”

Kaycee felt her heart soar, there was nothing she wanted more, but she knew the implications of doing that prematurely.

“As much as I’d love to do that, you know we can’t. It would have been bad enough for me, careerwise, if we were found out before your newfound success. If it were to happen now, I’d really look like some trollop throwing myself at you for my own benefit. No one would take me seriously, and everyone would question the success I’ve had so far. Not to mention your agent would take a contract out on me. She’s repeatedly told me how appearing single right now is important to ‘your brand’.”

“You know, fuck ‘my brand.’”

“Perhaps,” Kaycee said, rubbing his shoulder. “But what about my career? You know how it works. No one would take me seriously.”

Ethan’s face fell, he didn’t want to admit it, but he knew she was right.

“Then I’ll have to remind you daily that your residency won’t last forever. In a year, or two, we can let the whole world know you’re mine.”

The smile on her lips did a poor job of concealing the way her heart sank, and again, Ethan caught on in a second.

“Kaycee?” he asked his voice a command, demanding her answer.  

He calls out your name in a gentle yet demanding tone that demands an answer.

“That’s a long time. Your fame is exploding, and our time together is dwindling… I can’t help but worry. There is an excellent chance you’ll meet someone brighter, more beautiful, and more successful than me. Someone who could be on your arm without the hint of a scandal. Sometimes I wonder if we’ll ever get to….”

Her words were cut short when Ethan’s lips crashed into hers. Hungry and passionate, he pulled her close as his tongue delved into her mouth, making Kaycee forget what she was fretting over just moments before. He pulled back, his eyes dark with an intensity she wasn’t sure she had seen before.  

“I don’t like you worrying like this. You’re everything to me, and the idea that anyone could replace you is ludicrous. Fortunately, I have a solution.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” he sat up, pulling Kaycee along with him. “I’m going to have to show you, every single day, how much I desire you, how much I need you, how much I am all yours.”

Kaycee’s arms wrapped around his neck, and her lips found their way to his ear. Gently nipping and kissing him, she whispered. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

His hands encircled her waist and pushed her away, holding her at arm's length. Kayce gasped, stunned at his actions, then saw the look in his eye.

“Get ready, beautiful, because I’m about to show you.”

His eyes lowered, lustfully taking in her every curve. His arousal grew at the sight of her hardened nipples straining against the flimsy fabric of his t-shirt. He licked his lips in anticipation.

“Take it off,” he commanded, and Kaycee rushed to comply.   

But as her hands reached the hem of the shirt, she deliberately slowed the pace. Lifting his shirt slowly, she exposed one inch of flesh at a time. The cold air assaulted her naked body as soon as the shirt was off, but the heat of his gaze and desire in his hooded eyes warmed her in an instant. Only he could light this flame within her. A flame that could melt the coldest winter frost.

He would give this woman the world, but patience was not something he was willing to offer now. She didn’t have time to speak before his hands roamed over her body, each touch stoking the flame already set. He cupped her breasts, groping feverishly as his thumbs encircled her taught nipples, and his mouth claimed hers once again. He grinned as she moaned under his touch, absorbing each sound with his kiss.

Then she broke away, merely to gasp for air, but Ethan remained undeterred. His lips were her neck, then lower… as he nibbled his way down her body, gently marking her skin along the way.

“You want to know your mine?” He breathed. “Every time you look in the mirror, you’ll find a reminder.”

His words left her breathless, and she wasn’t sure she’d recover. Then he reached the swell of her breast and removed any doubt. She was gone, under his control. She was his.

He took her nipple in his mouth with an intensity that made her body quiver. His hands continued their quest to touch every inch of her. His name fell from her lips, mingled between desperate pants of pleasure. Telling him how good he was making her feel, how much she wanted him, that she’d always belong to him. Each sound was a symphony to his ears.

Kaycee's eyes clenched as her head fell back. She thought she could remain in this state of bliss forever. Submissive and pliant, allowing him to do whatever he pleased. She was his to enjoy, and she reveled in being the recipient of his pleasure. But need burned inside her; she had to have more.

Sitting up urgently, his mouth came off her with a loud smack. She frantically unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. A prideful smirk on his face when he saw how he had her… absolutely desperate for him. But her eagerness had its downfalls. Her shaking hands fumbled with his zipper, unable to complete her task. Ethan reached down to help her, pushing his pants to the floor.

His massive erection sprung out at once, slapping against Kaycee’s thigh, and her mouth watered. She already felt it, his beautiful cock in her mouth. Her tongue, lips, and teeth grazing over him, taking him in the back of her throat and worshiping him the way he deserved, but that would have to wait. Her body was throbbing. It needed him, and she couldn’t wait. She sat back and rested against the pillows, spreading her legs open wide; her eyes dared him to take her and make her his own. Ethan growled in response, his dick ready to explode at the sight of her. She knew she wouldn’t be waiting long.

He leaned over and kissed her as she took his throbbing cock in her hand, eagerly placing it at her soaked center, her body waiting to feel him delve inside her… when he stopped.

Her eyes opened in horror, and Ethan chuckled at the desperation in her gaze.

“Relax, Rookie,” he growled. Reaching up, he dragged his fingers along her body.  Tracing her arms and chest, toying with her nipples, before stroking her stomach and thighs.  He skimmed quickly through the pool of wetness at her core.  A broken plea fell from her lips when they failed to slip inside.  

“Well, get to that,” he smiled. “But remember, I’m showing you how much you mean to me.  So, allow me.”   

His eyes locked on her before he disappeared between her legs. His mouth latched onto her with urgency as Kaycee grasped at the silk sheets.  Her mind was blank, and all of time stood still. He was the only thing that existed.  Every lick, nip, and suckle sent shivers up and down her spine. Her fingers laced into his hair, greedily pushing him against her as she grinded against his face. The stubble of his mustache and beard scraped roughly against her, deliciously making her swell, eliciting a pleasure she had never quite felt before.  

She didn’t think it was possible to feel more pleasure than she did at that moment, but as if he could read her mind, Ethan proved her wrong. Two fingers bluntly pressed inside her, and his free hand reached up and pinched her nipple.  A languid cry escapes her, and her thighs clenched tightly around his face. His lips and tongue danced around her swollen clit, as his fingers repeatedly plunged inside her. Kaycee’s senses were overloaded, she no longer knew where she ended, and he began. Then with one rough suckle, her vision bursts to white, and a million small explosions set off inside her as her unrefined screams fill the room.

She lurched back in the bed to escape him. Her body had never felt so sensitive, and she found herself nearly terrified of his touch. But Ethan wasn’t done with her.  Something primal stirred in him when he saw her, flushed pink and his body still shaking from all he had done. The look in his eyes told her to brace for more, and in an instant, he was on her. His bruising kisses consumed her, and her taste on his mouth was more of a turn-on than she could admit. Neither could wait anymore.  He lined himself up against her dripping core. Teasing her at first, he gently bobbed his head in and out as Kaycee squirmed. He reveled in watching her, growing more desperate by the second. When he knew she couldn’t take a moment more, he forcefully thrust inside her,  filling her completely in one shot.

A feeble cry escaped her as her arms wrapped desperately around his back, clawing the length of it as she begged for more. She pleaded with him to fuck her harder, deeper, faster, and Ethan was too happy to comply, giving them both what they desperately desired. His eyes screwed shut, so there is only Kaycee. Nothing but Kaycee, bare, swollen, and wet, she surrounded him as if she were made for him alone. His lips were against her ear, praising her, telling her how tight she was, how good she made him feel.  

If his motions weren’t enough, his words set her body aflame. Her hips lurched up, frantically attempting to meet him with each thrust, desperate for more friction.  Bolts of electricity shot through them with each pounding slap of their hips, then he pushed himself up.  She felt his hands pushing her knees open wide as he moved deeper inside her, hitting that special spot he knew so well.

Kaycee spiraled; there was no holding back. Ethan grabbed her wrists, feebly attempting to keep her body in control as she jerked beneath him. He let out a cry as her walls clenched around his length, and now it was his turn to unravel. His movements become unhinged, slamming into her as she falls over the edge.  Her graveled voice belted out his name. It only took a few more swivels of Ethan’s hips for him to join Kaycee in utter ecstasy.  A guttural groan ripped from his chest, and Kaycee smiled as she felt him explode inside her.

Collapsing onto the bed, Ethan rolled over and pulled Kaycee close in his arms. Their slick bodies glide against each other as satisfied grins remain on your flushed faces. Ethan brushed an errant strand of hair from her face and gently kissed her forehead.

“So, are you still worried someone else might lure me away?” he teased.

“No,” she whispers, still waiting for her breath to settle. “I’m not worried about that.  But I am worried about you.”

“Me? Why me?”

“Because I’m giving you exactly fifteen minutes. After that, we’re going for round two.”

“I see,” he smirked. “So your end goal is to put me in a wheelchair. Is that it?”  

“Yes,” she giggled. “So, on your next interview, you’ll have to tell the world why you can’t walk now.  Then, I will be a legend for the rest of time.”  

A chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as he pulled her close.   

“You’re already a legend to me. I love you, Kayce. And if I have to do this every day to reassure you that you will forever be the only woman for me, so be it.”

“I love you, too,” she purred.  “If this is what I have to look forward to if I’m insecure, then baby, insecure is what I’m going to have to be.”

“Then my plan failed?” he scowled.

“Ethan, if we have sex like this every day….”

“Ah, yes,” he winked. “Then we’re both winners.”

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open starter for w/nb muses

     "come on, i'll drive you home. he's not worth all this."

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[warnersister]

All Of You

Eddie Munson x Reader Smut

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie is prepared to show his girl just how much he loves her, even if she doesn’t feel that way about herself. He loves each and every inch of you, even the broken parts.

Warnings: smut, fluff, pet names, scars, open heart surgery scars, self consciousness, self-doubt, mentions of past traumas, mentions of heart surgery. [READ AT YOUR OWN RISK / DISCRETION!]

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Eddie’s lips were hungrily on yours, tongues fighting but yours surrendering the minute he demanded dominance. Your eyes were shut, the only vision was that of hypnotising spirals dancing translucently into the pitch black darkness. Your back aches from the worn spring digging into it, but you didn’t care - too focused on the response you got when you tugged start the roots of Eddie’s hair.

His hands were situated either side of your head, one knee tucked between your legs and creating friction where you desired it most, the other supporting the majority of his weight. You both reluctantly pulled away in a desperate plea for oxygen, each of you entranced by the dazed look in the other’s eye, a glistening string of shared saliva connecting your lips and drooling onto your chin. He used his thumb to wipe the mess, licking it clean causing you to inaudibly gasp and arch your back slightly, although disallowed by the chest heaving above yours.

Eddie reconnected the two of your’s lips as he simultaneously unbuttoned the flannel, which he was wearing. You heard it fall to the floor, under the assumption that he had just carelessly disregarded it wherever was convenient.

You felt him lean back, as his arms travelled down to your sides, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt - thumbs daring the venture beneath and make contact with the skin of your hips. You groaned slightly, his touch creating a shocking heat through your stomach. His hands gradually found their way beneath the fabric, also, steadily daring to lift it up and over your head.

You caught his wrists, stopping him from continuing any further. This wasn’t the first time you had had sex with Eddie, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The other times, it was too dark to see one another, or you didn’t take your top off at all due to a quickie in a spare classroom at school, but this time it was different. The setting sun was allowing gorgeous orange rays through the cracks of his disheveled shutters, and a lamp in the corner illuminating the rack of vinyl records he had proudly displayed next to his guitar. The room was bright, and you weren’t in any rush.

“Baby, you okay? You need me to stop?” Your boyfriend immediately asked, pulling back and drawing his hands away in a consciences act of caution. “No, no I don’t want you to stop.” You whined slightly, desperate for his attention in that moment. “Then what’s the matter?” He cocked his head to the side, both hands coming up to cradle your face and caress your cheeks, thumbs stroking beneath your eyes in a comforting reassurance. “It’s nothing Ed’s, I promise.” You reassured, pulling him back into a kiss, to which he immediately responded and reciprocated.

His hands once again travelled to your waist, tugging at the sheer clothing preventing him from coming into contact with your torso. But once again, your hands own instinctively constricted his. “Okay darling you gotta tell me what’s up, I don’t wanna force you into anything you don’t wanna do. Just say the words and we’ll stop right now.” Eddie stated, promptly, eyes kind as they bore into yours. You shrugged slightly, almost ashamed to tell him the factual reason for your hesitance. “Well,” You began, but stopped and cut yourself off, hands moving to run over your face as you emitted an embarrassed groan.

“Come on honey, you can tell me. You know I won’t judge you, no matter what it is.” He offered a loving smile, and you could tell he wanted to crack a joke to lighten the mood of the now slightly-dampened situation, but could sense that this was not the time, nor the place, to do so. You inhaled deeply, finally preparing to admit your reasons for consciousness to him. “Well it’s just,”

You stopped again, evidently searching for the correct use of words. Eddie’s smile grew, patiently prompting and encouraging you to continue. “The other times we had sex were either from excitement or just being horny. But this time feels different.” He hummed in understanding, before continuing. “How so?” “This time doesn’t just feel like sex or a good fuck, this time feels special. Like it means a lot more, you know?” He nodded at you. “Yeah, I understand.” You mirrored his action. “Why won’t you let me take off your shirt then, baby?” You looked away from his eyes for a moment, border looking back into them to see an expression of pure question and almost perturb.

“It feels so special and passionate and intimate and attractive,” You began to ramble, reeling off emotions as Eddie allowed you to do so. “My scar is just so prominent and, well unattractive.” You eventually admitted. Eddie’s expression turned almost angry, but his voice contradicted it - a soft and calming tone flowing past his lips.

“Baby,” He ran his hand over your skin in a gentle comfort. You couldn’t meet his eyes. “I love you so so much. Every part of you. And your scar is apart of you. That scar is the reason I am lucky enough to call you my girl. You, Eddie Munson’s girl. (Y/n) Munson. The girl I’m gonna fucking marry some day.” That was the first time Eddie had ever mentioned marriage, you only predicting that he was disinterested by it and was willing to just stay exclusive in an act of avoiding a law-abiding clause.

“That scar saved your life.” He inhaled deeply. “But if that’s what you think, then no - I’m not gonna fuck you or have sex with you.” He shrugged, and you looked back to meet his eyes as he prepared to speak again. “I’m gonna make love to you.”

This time when he tried to lift your shirt, you let him. Cautiously and recurrently, but still - you let him. He undid your bra in the process, but seemed disinterested by your chest, and evidently appeared more than occupied by the large and loud pink line running down your torso. He pecked your lips softly, before leaning down to kiss every inch of your painstaking past, his lips opposing with the pain behind the memories that mark held.

He nipped, and bit, and sucked different areas of the skin he could see, bite-marks going onto form a large heart in an array of large, purple blotches. “I love you, so much.”

“All of you.”

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[uniasus]

Things i could make Yami focus on in this fic: the realization that what he's been thinking of his soul room isn't, the unsettling paranoia that the Puzzle isn't actually a safe space for him and Yugi, the reoccurring grief of seeing the Seal on Yugi's chest

Things i am actually making him focus on: oh Yugi really likes neck kisses, i can kiss him everywhere!, yugi likes rules? I can give him a few. Hot damn this boy is beautiful and I'm gonna tell him a million times.

Is the angst still there? Always. But there's also a very determined spirit who is thinking "we have hours of privacy and I'm using every second".

It took 1k for Yugi to loose his shirt. I'm amending word count from 4k to....6k.

#yugioh #Puzzleshipping #wide open heart #my fanfiction #wip #I'm too demi to write straight smut #there's gotta be emotions

[liaromancewriter]

OH readers on AO3 love their smut. That’s all.

#open heart #open heart fanfics get better traction there than on Tumblr #especially smut but generally too #if you’re a fanfic writer consider posting to AO3 too #I’ve had more hits there than here in 2023

[utterlyinevitable]

lets call it what it is (a good f**king time)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Becca Lao) Rating: Explicit Warning: light cursing and an attempt at missionary  Tropes: NSFW 

Summary: No plot. Just Ethan and Becca getting off. There may be some feelings hiding about too. 

a/n: anddd the last of my adventures in smuttown. this takes place in the early days maybe? 

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He’s hovering. Crawling up to cover her body with his. Slowly. Ever so slowly she aches. Aches at the loss of contact - of his touch - as the rest of her body thrums and comes down from the peak he brought her to seconds before.  

Her heavy eyes watch as he moves up up up. Broad shoulders squared and creeping, hunched like a lion stalking his prey, and his dark blue eyes hungry and tender and never straying from hers. And that simper - that lopsided tug of the corner of his mouth, highlighting a dimple she rarely gets to see, and the air he breathes passes through parted lips coating her balmy skin. His presence just as striking as the stunning sun.  

A thoughtless whine escaped her as she spread her legs wider and encouraging him keep doing whatever he liked to her. 

Ethan chuckled, blithe and delightful - like jingling chimes on a blissful spring day. Finally, finally, he touched her. Ducked down just just enough to kiss her dazed lips. Then her chin. Then her cheek. Then the other. And that was all she needed to truly, decidedly, be recovered from her previous pleasure and on to the next. Insatiable as ever - for him. Only ever for him.

Becca’s arms wrapped around his neck, tugging Ethan closer and keeping him in place pressed blissfully against her. Blessed, haughty, skin on skin. 

She ran her tongue up the column his neck to his ear and nibbled on the soft lobe. Ethan’s hot ragged breath brushing her shoulder spurring her on. Enough to keep going - to take the next step. Becca wraps her shorter legs around his thighs, wriggles her hips just enough to have his cock pressed up where it should always be. Just the tip teasing her entrance as she spoke filthy little remarks at the shell of his ear between distractingly sucking and pulling his earlobe between her teeth. And just as Ethan thought to shift so he could press into her, Becca moved to close the gap herself. Reached between them, grasped him, jerking him slowly. 

Ethan stopped moving, stopped rutting against her and trying to take more than she was ready to give, and let her take the lead. 

She moved her hand, pumped him once, she could hear his gulp. Twice, all the air in his lungs exhale through his nose, and as she rotated her wrist for a third, he swatted her away. 

“Becca,” he groaned. “Let me feel you.” 

She was about to jest - to comment on how he just spent the last fifteen minutes feeling her, intimately and with his tongue eliciting all sorts of reckless sensations coursing through her veins. 

He felt the comment before she could speak -

“Inside you. I need to be inside you.” 

Oh there were not greater words spoken. It didn’t matter how wicked their words got or how many different ways he could pull pleasure from her without convention, because those words always did it for her. They threw her brain into a tizzy and already she was near humming yes yes yes. 

She lined him up with her and let go so he could enter her. 

She was soaked. An after-effect of Part One and endless wanton attraction for him. He entered her easily, not a moment needed to adjust. But he gave it to her. Or was it for him? 

The look on the others face as they stayed motionless in the din of his bedroom with them connected in the most evolutionary of ways... its something else. It’s adoration, excitement, months of yearning, and something bigger than them swirling in their irises. The intensity of his stare is enough to turn her cheeks deliciously pink if she wasn’t already flushed beyond belief. The way he looks at her - not scrutinizing like he’s so known to do, but with knowing eyes that sees right though her and into her very core, makes her vulnerable. And just a little scared that something heavier looms over them - that even though they’ve nearly gone all the way (he’s inside her, for fucks sake!), it can all be over just as quickly, if their sensibilities are shaken back into reality.  

So she rolled her hips. And squeezed. 

And he let out a guttural moan.  

And they were back in motion. Moving as they should. 

As Ethan fucked her, Becca couldn’t help but wonder how this could feel so new yet so familiar. How months could have gone by since they first crossed the line, and nothing seems to have changed. They’re complicated, they’re a thorn in the others side, niggling and sparring daily. There’s passion and lust and trust and adoration, and all those things swirling in the weighted air around them. 

Lost to the feelings, Ethan’s groan, more angrily than anything, brought her back. 

Becca stopped, her arms dropping from around him. “What’s wrong?” 

“I’m fucking close already.” 

She couldn’t help but giggle - that sing song giggle she doesn’t know feels like home to him. Becca bit her lip to stop it, but her mind thought of something better, gratifying. Her eyes darkening like a vixen, tongue drags across her plump lips. 

“Come for me, Ethan. Come in me. Fill me.”

Whatever chord he was holding himself back with snapped. His thrusts came quicker, deeper. Becca buried her face in his neck, her chest pressed into him so firmly her breasts didn’t move with every motion, holding onto him for dear life. Ethan propped himself up by his elbows, forearms cradling her head and his fingers fisting in her wayward strands over the pillowcase. Her nails digging into his back and her legs hiked up around his hips for the deepest most mind-blowing angle. 

The near-punishing pace had her eyes rolling back in her head. She’s consumed by him. His scent - the last notes of cologne lingering with the seductive stickiness of his sweat, the lasting taste of her left on her tongue by his. Ethan’s body on her, in her, around her. She is on fire. She’s never felt so alive. 

She buried him to the hilt and Becca swears he whimpered into her hair. 

But it wasn’t enough. 

Ethan kissed his way down her body until she released him enough so he was kneeling at her alter. Holding her hips up, watching her tits bounce, tummy jiggle as he pulled back, fucking her purposely. Quickly. Hard. Every vigorous drive of his hips pushing him further and further to the edge, losing control as he chased his release. 

“Feels- so- good,” she whined with every devoted smack of their sticky bodies.  

“Shit, Becca.” He whispered short of breath and so fucking turned on. 

He rocked into her with fervor, held her knees in his large hands. The way she arched her back into him meeting his every move, ran a hand down her torso and up to pinch her nipples while she rolled her hips was irresistible. The erratic circles she was making with her body gave him shivers. She was a goddess before him. Hair fanned out on his pillows, alabaster skin coated in a golden hue under the reflection of Boston from the window, everything about her soft and pliable and everything. She whimpered, and it was Ethan’s undoing. 

Ethan dove down to capture her lips as he rode out his orgasm. Becca’s teeth biting down softly on his bottom lip as he came deep inside her. Oh, it’s something else. He nearly cries out when he feels her start to tighten on his cock, her form trembling underneath him. The kiss hot and messy, mouths open and wicked want spilling from them. 

When it’s all over, when they’ve caught their breaths and found enough sense, Ethan pulled back. Just enough to fully see her face. 

He’s looking at her and she knows she’s a wreck - she feels like a wreck. Her hair frizzing and wild, make up smudged and her lipstick marking his lips, his neck his shoulder and labored breaths. 

And through it all, he grinned. 

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a/n: thank you for coming on this attempted adventure with me. i’m now going back into my hole to hide. (and put all these pieces together into one polin fic)

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[hopelessromantic1352]

Chapter 2 - The Triangle of Choice

It only took me like three or four months to finally finish this chapter, but I’m hoping it was worth the wait because this is dirty, naughty, lemony, nsfw-y, and just plain bad. I’m still excited for this series, I’ve just had a major block for quite awhile and haven’t been able to write much of anything. I’m hoping I can continue on with this, my Thomas Hunt series, and the requests/asks I have. Sorry I haven’t been more active!!!

Chapter 1

Warnings: swearing, NSFW, 18+ 🍋

Sorry for any spelling errors! Word count is around 1880

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As she stands at his doorstep, she trembles with anticipation. Whether it was nerves or excitement, she couldn’t tell. All she knew was this is going to be an unforgettable night.

After ringing the doorbell, it took Tobias only a moment to open the door for her. His cocky grin settles on his lips as he steps aside to let Casey in.

“Hey, stranger.”

She rolls her eyes once again, poking his muscular bicep, “You literally just saw me a few hours ago.” As she toes off her shoes, she narrows her gaze at him, “But I think I get it now.”

He chuckles before he locks his door and turns to her, “What’s that, Valentine?”

“You miss me so much whenever we’re apart, it feels like you haven’t seen me in forever. It all makes sense.” She smirks at his confusion, “You like me. You wanna kiss me.”

He barks out a laugh at her mocking Miss Congeniality and she joins in, doubling over as she begins wiping the corner of her eyes.

As their laughter dies out, he shakes his head. Gently, he grabs her hand and leads her into his kitchen.

The smell of a delicious curry wafts out of the kitchen before she even sets foot in it. Her mouth begins to water and by the time they’re seated at the dining table, her stomach growls loudly. Tobias smirks, setting her plate in front of her before he takes his own seat. He had poured them both a glass of red wine and he takes a generous sip before they both begin to eat.

“Well, how’d I do, Valentine?”

His lighthearted tone holds the usual cockiness Casey began to enjoy and she smiles behind a sip of Cabernet Sauvignon.

“I’d say decent at best.” She laughs at the over dramatic gasp he lets out.

“I’m utterly pained.” He put a hand to his heart, “I may need a doctor.”

Casey simply scoffs and shakes her head, “You’re flat out of luck.”

A few moments of silence pass of eating. The yellow curry fried rice is too delicious for her to abandon for long. But then, Tobias sets his fork down and focuses his full attention on the redhead across from him.

“So… what’s going on with you and Ethan?”

His question makes her nearly drop her fork. Trying to hide any emotion, she props her chin on her hand and raises an eyebrow questionably.

“He’s my boss. And a hard ass.” Casey begins to eat again, trying to act casual. “Why?”

Shrugging and taking a sip of his wine, his eyes meet hers. “Seems like you two are pretty close. I’ve heard rumors.”

Growing agitated, Casey levels a glare on Tobias, setting her fork down loudly before she crosses her arms. “You, of all people, should know hospital gossip is the most unreliable gossip around. Half the hospital wants to get in Ethan’s pants, they’re probably just jealous because I’m the youngest on the diagnostic team.”

He smirks, “That’s the thing, there has never been a rumor like that about Ethan. Like you said, he’s a hard ass, he doesn’t get close to anyone except Naveen and Harper.” He leans forward, lacing his fingers together atop the table. “You can be honest with me, Casey.”

“Really? Right now I don’t feel like I can.” She begins to push back from the table, her chair scraping across the hardwood floors. “Since you won’t believe me, I’m leaving.”

Not waiting for him to respond, she turns, heading for the door, but Tobias hurries up, catching her arm before she can get far and he pulls her body into his.

“Well, I guess if you two aren’t together, I can do this.”

He captures her lips in a searing kiss, but she quickly pushes him off and just when he thinks she’s going to slap him, her eyes drop down to his lips.

“We were, but not anymore.”

With that, his lips are on hers again. Their hands move erratically over their bodies. The heat between them sears hotter, the living room fading away as all focus is held by lust, emotions, and physical touches. Hungering for more, Tobias quickly pulls her shirt over her head, not surprised by the beautiful body hiding under the fabric.

She helps him, pushing her pants down quickly before moving to his own. She unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants, pushing his jeans down. Neither wasting a moment to get closer to the other. Both are left in underwear as he picks her up, letting her legs wrap around him as he moves them to the kitchen. He sets her on the counter, pressing his growing desire into her. He feels himself twitch when she moans against his mouth, his hand reaching down to expose his manhood as their lips continue working together.

As his briefs fall, his erection comes into contact with her exposed thigh. The heat and hardness of his smooth skin urges her heart to spike in pure lust. Tobias, with quick, precise hands, quickly undoes her bra and tosses it aside in one fluid motion. It falls haphazardly into his kitchen sink, ignored by the two occupants of the room.

When their kiss breaks, she shudders as his hands begin kneading her full breasts.

“You are so damn gorgeous, Case.” His hot breath washes over her skin as his hoarse whisper is rushed between groans.

A moan fills the walls of his apartment when one of his large hands pushes her thong aside and two fingers slip into her wet core. Her head falls back, red curls cascade down, splaying across his marble countertops as she surrenders herself to him.

“Yes!” Casey moans and writhes against his hand, needing more.

He can’t help but continue to tease her, seeing her need him. Only him.

He growls animalistically at the thought.

“Tell me you need me.”

His hand stops and pulls away from her aching, slick core. His eyes black with desire as his fiery gaze meets her own.

“Oh, fuck, I need you.” Her hips rise in ask, begging for him.

Seeing her like this almost makes him come undone. He needed to feel her. So he presses his tip into her entrance, pausing as he stares into her eyes.

“Only me?” The question comes out as a whisper, Tobias lets it slip without any thought, but as he waits for her answer, he rubs his tip against her pink lips.

The motion grabs her attention, distracting her from the question he’d asked. But the erotic movement stops and lets her think about Ethan.

Was it only Tobias? Or is Ethan still in her heart?

He didn’t wait one more second for her to debate internally. He couldn’t wait another second. She has had him so wound up ever since that day he witnessed her and Aurora in the diner.

As he slides his rock hard member into her slick walls, feeling her clench around him in the most delicious way, he kisses her neck. He bites her soft flesh, leaving a mark he’ll look for tomorrow.

He shouldn’t have asked the question he truly didn’t want the answer to.

So instead of thinking down that path, he started moving his hips. In. Out. Long, hard thrusts that urges her breasts to bounce and her head to fall back once again. Her knuckles are white as the slender fingers grip the edge of the counter and her legs are looped haphazardly around his hips.

She cursed over and over again in her head. He is so deep inside her she can hardly think. She can hardly breathe. His girth stretches her wide and the angle is just perfect for him to hit that spot that sends her over the edge. Not once. Not twice.

Over and over and over and over again.

Casey was sure they’d have to mop up after this, but damn she didn’t care one bit.

Tobias’ cock is just different than Ethan’s. Than anyone she’d been with. Not just that, he’s different. He is fun, lighthearted, full of himself. But he also knows how to care, he’d shown that early on in their friendship. Was it just because he wanted in her pants? No. At least she didn’t think so.

Maybe that was because he felt so fucking good.

“Tobias!” Coming again, she screams his name out as her heels dig into his ass.

This was the first time they’d had sex, but she could tell he was close. His hips began to move faster and harder, a bead of sweat has formed along his brow and his eyes have a lustful fire burning in them. His mouth is on hers as he hurries his thrusts, burying himself deep inside her as she swallows a groan from his lips. The thickness twitches inside her, spilling its hot seed into her core as her hands hold the back of his head, caressing the unfamiliar territory.

“I really hope you’re on the pill, cause I couldn’t stop myself.” His breathless whisper is followed by the cocky smirk telling her he already knew the answer.

They’re doctors. They know how to practice safe…ish sex.

“Duh.” Grinning at the roll of his eyes, she clenches her walls around him as he’s still settled inside her. “Mind if I go clean up?”

The reminder of her tightness around him had him wanting to ravage her again, but he didn’t want to come on too strong. Obviously she still had things to figure out with Ethan. And that thought hurts him.

This might’ve been a one time thing.

As they separate, he watches her gather her clothes, picking up the damp bra from the sink. She shakes her head with a smile, but he can’t return it. Not right now. Allowing her to shower and redress, he had some serious mind searching to do.

Tobias was not a man who got attached. He had flings, one night stands, flames. But a serious relationship? That was not him at all.

Then why did he want a serious relationship with her? What’s so different about her? Is it because of Ethan?

Oh, he could already imagine how pissed Ethan will be if he finds out they did this. Made love? Had sex? Fucked? He didn’t know what it was because he didn’t know what it meant to her. He did know it meant a lot to him, he just didn’t know why.

But his entire brain stops working when she walks back out of the bathroom. One of his dress shirts hangs loosely from her shoulders, only a few buttons close the material, leaving the majority of her body exposed to him. Her red hair is wet, tendrils hanging down the white material and a few drops of water have revealed her naked skin underneath the fabric.

He could talk to her later about where they stand in the whole relationship department. Right now, his other brain reminded him how beautiful she is and how good she felt.

He hadn’t worried about putting his briefs back on, so she could clearly see the effect she had on him and instead of beckoning him to follow, she drops to her knees in the kitchen and Tobias sees stars.

#tobias x casey #dr tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #choices #playchoices #open heart #the triangle of choice #ethan x mc x tobias #ethan x casey x tobias #ns*w #smut #18+ #n*fw

[peonyblossom]

not participating in cfwc tumblr top 5 fics since i don't post my fics on tumblr anymore, but i looked at my notes on ao3 and came up with my top 5 bc i love looking at my ao3 stats lol

each bar plays our song - OH - Ethan Ramsey/m!OC; Ethan Ramsey/f!OC; Ethan Ramsey/Tobias Carrick; Ethan Ramsey/Harper Emery; Ethan Ramsey/m!MC (Sydney Valentine)

Want Him to Dive In - HWU - Thomas Hunt/f!MC (Jackie Winters) - NSFW

Move In Day - OH - Ethan Ramsey/m!MC (Sydney Valentine) - NSFW

now i wake up in the night and watch you breathe - OH - Ethan Ramsey/m!MC (Sydney Valentine) - NSFW

With Your Chosen Family - OH - Ethan Ramsey/f!MC (Sadie Oakley)

#glad i started writing smut this year since it's clearly very popular #playchoices #open heart #hollywood u

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Good Interruption.

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine

Category: Smut

Rating: 18+

Warnings: sexual content, language

Word count:995

Summary: Ethan comes home from a business trip early to surprise Casey and he interrupts her.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note: Another submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge Prompts used are soft touches and fresh/clean sheets. Prompts will be bold

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It was Wednesday and it was a hot August evening. Ethan was in New York on hospital business and he was not due back until Friday. She was missing him. Things had settled at the hospital and they had settled into their new roles but trips away were apart of his role and this was the first one. It was a week and work had been busy but the king sized bed felt empty.

Today had been hectic. A heat wave does that. She came home, put some fresh clean sheets on the bed and had a shower. Whilst showering she thought about what she wished to be doing on those sheets. She finished her shower, dried her hair, put on one of her more sexier nighties and went to bed. The sheets felt cool and glorious on her heated skin and the feeling made her more aroused.

For the first time in a long time she reached for her vibrator. She checked to make sure it worked and it did. She did not start with it, instead playing with her nipples. The nipple play aroused her and a hand went down. She ran the hand up and down the inside of her thigh, causing her to be more aroused. Finally she started running circles around her clit with her fingers. She closed her eyes and let out a moan. She ran a finger through her drenched folds and inserted one finger and another as she imagined it was Ethan’s fingers. She is wet and starts to pump herself harder and faster adding a third. She moans and screams as her body reacts.

Unbeknownst to Casey, Ethan had managed to come home early from his trip. He entered the apartment and presumed Casey had an early night. Then he hears the noises coming from their room. He stands at the doorway, watching Casey pleasure herself. He is getting aroused by what he sees. Casey gets herself to the brink and she reaches for her vibrator.

“Are you sure you want to use that,” says Ethan as he walks into the room, unbuttoning his shirt. Casey gasps.

“I thought you weren’t back until Friday?” Questioned Casey.

“Well we finished early and I decided to come home.”

He sits down beside her, unleashing a line of soft touches on her inner thigh, causing her breath to hitch.

“What has you worked up so much anyway?” Says Ethan, his hands reaching her centre. He can not believe how wet she is.

“I was thinking about you, about us, you lavishing attention on me, how good it all feels…”

Ethan kisses her gently. He moves her so she is straddling him. Casey gasps when she feels his erection through his pants. She kisses him and undoes his pants. She starts to stroke him. “I was imagining you devouring me, massaging my breasts. You holding me on the brink not allowing me to fall.” She kisses him again. Then you move from under me and come behind me. That is when you interrupted me.”

He kisses her hungrily. Casey recovers and returns the kiss. He takes her nightie off and circles his tongue around her nipple before lightly biting. He does the same to the other breast. He whispers in her ear, whilst massaging her swollen nub, “Would you like me to help you live out your little fantasy?” Casey moans a yes. Ethan kisses his way down, making his way to her glistening centre. He wastes no time, alternating between sucking and flicking her clit, finally he runs his tongue between her holds and enters her. Both hands are massaging her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples. Casey can only moan and scream. Ethan ups the pace of his tongue. Casey starts to feel light headed and starts to clench. He brings one arm down and inserts two fingers while his mouth pays full attention to her clit. He knows she is close so he adds a third finger and says “I have you, come for me.” He crooks his fingers to hit that spot and with a final thrust she falls. “Fuck” she screams. Instead of helping her ride it out, Ethan makes his way out from underneath and moves behind her. He lines himself up and slowly enters, savouring hoe much tighter she feels when he takes her from behind. He starts off slow, allowing her time to adjust, he knows she is sensitive from what walked in on and the orgasm she just had. He slowly thrusts quicker and deeper, causing Casey to moan. He keeps one hand on her waist and the other moves up to her breast. He cups it in his hand. Casey leans back, capturing Ethan’s lips in a searing kiss. This causes a slight change in angle. Ethan starts to go harder with the slight change, Casey encourages him to go harder and he does. Ethan removes the hand on her hip and grabs one of her hands. He guides it to her swollen nub. His hand stays on top of hers, massaging her clit. Ethan is more aroused and goes harder again. He whispers in her ear, “you are a good girl, taking me so well”. He kisses her hard as she once again falls, her climax triggering his own. They both collapse into their pillows. After several minutes Casey says welcome home.

“It has been awhile since we have had a session that intense…” says Ethan.

“Yeah well it has been awhile since I have needed to take care of things myself.”

Ethan kisses the side of her head. “Shall we have a shower and come back to bed?”

Casey nods. They have a shower, Ethan wanted to have sex with her again but Casey was too sensitive. Ethan did not go without, receiving one hell of a blow job in appreciation for making her fantasy come to life. Both were physically sated and fell into a blissful sleep.

Authors note 2: well she got very smutty. Thank you for reading this far

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