#permission to trace and color in the one with them kissing?

[thegnomelord]

Got an idea for prompt #20. Ghost, Price and male reader for monster au with reader wanting to try giving up control for once

Sure thing mate! I kinda got ahead of myself lol. Play the game HERE.

Prompt: Trusting enough to give up control

CW: NSFW, Dom dragon Price, Switch wraith Ghost, Sub male mage Reader, Monster au, collars, blowjobs, Dom/Sub, praise kink.

You don't have a right to feel apprehensive; you suggested this after all, but your fingers tremble as you trace the leather inscribed with anti-magic runes. The collar should feel comfortable around your neck, you know because you touched the leather a thousand times before even humoring the idea of putting it on... but the idea of being without magic — completely defenseless — arouses and scares the shit out of you.

A blackened hand grips your jaw almost too tenderly, tilting your head up so you meet Simon's gaze. "Havin' second thoughts?" He presses closer to you until he's bullied his way between your legs with his knees spreading your own, boxers retaining all of your modesties for now.

You give a small sound, neither confirming nor denying. It earns you a weak slap to the inner thigh from Price's tail, his chest and your back fitting together like puzzle pieces. "There's no shame in backing out." He purrs, sharp talons gently massaging the sting out of your thigh while his tail curls around your shin. "But we need you to be vocal lad-" He takes the collar from your hand, "-do you want this?"

"Get on with it." You snap before you can chicken out, breathing in to calm your nerves. "...please."

The last word has Price rewarding you by groping your cock. "Good boy," Simon looks at him for permission, his lips sealing over yours to swallow your groan as soon as it's given. Your teeth click together, his kisses always so aggressive and demanding that you almost forget about the collar until you feel the cold buckle against your skin.

The effect is immediate; an unpleasant jolt rushes down your spine to flood every vertebrae with a bone gnawing cold, a heavy fog settling over a portion of your mind. The leather puts resistance on your throat as you breathe as if to mock you for your choice, reminding of how weak you are, how useless-

Price places a gentle kiss on your cheek, his beard tickling your skin and claws carding through your hair. "Color?"

Simon's hands grope your sides, the collar turning even the wraith's freezing hands blessedly warm. "Go on, use that pretty mind for us." He orders in a gruffer voice, his lips still close to yours.

"Green," You suck in a small breathe, goosebumps spreading across your skin. "Just cold."

Simon presses even closer to you, burning lips taking your breath away so he can nibble on your lip. "Can't have that, can we Captain?" He smirks, ignoring you to look at Price. "'specially when our boy's being so docile."

"'s that so?" You notice how Price keeps a possessive hand over your throat, one finger hooked underneath the collar. "D'you think you've earned a reward?" He asks, his other hand tracing down your front to play with the band of your boxers.

"Please." The word escapes your throat before your mind can even finish processing the question.

"Good boy," Prices loves the way you shiver, loves the sight of you so open and vulnerable just for them; he catches Simon licking his lips. "Go on then Simon," His hand slides beneath your boxers to push the band down until your cock springs out. "'m sure you're hungry." Just seeing your rock hard cock throb when he swipes his roughly scared thumb across the head has Price's own dick go hard.

"I'm not the only one." Simon rumbles and bites your collarbone, leaving a trail of dark hickeys and teeth imprints across your front until he's face to face with your aching cock. "Fuck, such an adorable thing." He growls against the meat of your thigh, biting you there just so he can see a drop of pre-cum bead atop your cock head. "Should keep a collar 'round your neck all the time so you can be pretty and pliant for us."

"Simon-" The width of his shoulders and Price's tail around your shin keeps you from closing your legs, embarrassment making your cheeks burn hot. "-you fucker," You growl and attempt to grab his hair so you can get his mouth where you need it.

You yelp when Price slaps your cock with his tail, pain and pleasure flaring up your spine. "None of that." Price growls, keeping a hand on your collar and pinning your hands to your stomach with the other. "Play nice-" His eyes shift to Simon's. "-both of you."

"Yes sir." Simon relents, grabbing a hold of your cock your eyes close as he licks from your base to the tip of your cock. A little squeeze of Price's hand has your eyes snapping open just in time to see Simon's monstrously long tongue loll out of his mouth, wrapping and stroking your shaft as he suckles your head, drool and your pre-cum staining his chin.

"Good boys." Price rumbles as your head falls back on his shoulder, barely able to keep your eyes open as Simon sucks you like a trained whore, leaving fingerprint bruises while he holds your hips down from bucking. "Simon feels good, doesn't he?" You nod your head, hissing when Simon suddenly swallows you down to the base; Wraiths don't need to breathe and Simon takes full advantage of that fact by swallowing around you, hot throat spasming and long tongue stroking the sensitive veins along your cock.

"Go on sweetheart." Price nibbles on your ear as you shake and try not to cum quickly like a teenager but it's a loosing battle, Simon's hot mouth and the dark look he gives as he stares at you has you tumbling towards orgasm faster than anything else. "No need to hold on." He lets go off your hands to push Simon's head even further down on your cock, until your tip's pocking the back of his throat.

Price's permission is all it takes, the building heat in your stomach spilling over the sides as you cum, your hips uselessly bucking against Simon's hold as you cum down his throat. Simon doesn't even choke, throat constricting and milking you for all you have, continuing to suckle until you grow soft in his mouth.

You're barely lucid when Simon finally pulls off, cum and drool bridging his lips with the tip of your cock, your body completely boneless but still able to twitch as Simon licks the residual cum from your oversensitive dick.

"Good boy." Price praises and you can feel his own hard cock poke into your ass. "I think he can go again, don't you, Simon?"

Simon smirks and raises to give you a sloppy kiss, your brain too melted into mush to care about the taste of your cum on his tongue. "Oh-" Simon's hand sneaks down to stroke your soft cock back to harness, ignoring your pitiful whining. "-I think he can."

#Gnome's prompt game #gnome correspondence #captain john price #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #x reader #trinkets from the hoard #top male reader #male reader #sub reader #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon ghost riley x reader #monster 141 au #monster au #monster cod au

[sky-kiss]

Haarlep x F!Tav: Visitation

A/n: I promise, I am leaving the Boudoir now. We will go somewhere a little less red.

Ah, but wonder of wonders, the little mouse returns. It delights Haarlep. 

She comes to him like a virgin bride approaching her bedding, hesitant, and so, so sweet. Fire courses through her veins, yes, like a new flame basking lovers in its glow, kissed with cinnamon and heat. Her scent is fresh compared to Avernus' brimstone and ash.

She smiles, raising her hand to brush the fringe of her hair back, a flush of pink in her cheeks- so delicate, his mouse, so breakable. It's intoxicating.

"Bold, pet, so bold of you to return. Did you escape once? Yes. But twice?" Haarlep strokes the space beside him. "That may be too much to ask." 

An unspoken truth hangs in the air, tantalizing, a pretty threat: none could enter the House without the Master's permission. Yet here is the mouse, alone and hungering, while the whisper of her essence bound to him whimpers. Keep her, it says, and he nearly moans, oh, keep her, use her.  

"I was dreaming." She chews her lower lip. Such a pretty mouth, full lips, aching to take his cock. "Tell me I'm still dreaming?"

"Mmm, but I could tell you far sweeter lies, so why waste the effort?" He holds his left hand out for her, fingers crooked. The claws are razor sharp, ebony black, and glittering in the torchlight. "Come."  

She comes, eager to please. Haarlep sees the inexperience written across her soul, if not her body. A foolish little creature, lost, starved for pleasure and the world's validation. She crawls to him, shivering despite the House's warmth and the force of her desire.

"Good girl. Closer." 

She hesitates, knees fetched against his thighs. Such trepidation, such tiresome guilt. "Haarlep, yes?" 

"Yes, sweetling. Now come closer." 

"I've no desire to use you, Haarlep." Another wash of color across her cheeks, delightful, naive little thing. Heat licks across the space between them, her blood heating in response to his proximity. It cares as little for her moralizing as he does. "Please. I've not come here for that." 

"Of course," he coos, reaching out. His hands settle over the sharp rise of Tav's hips, tracing the bony ridges. "You would never dream of it. Only," he pulls her near, speaking into the hollow of her throat. "You were dreaming, weren't you?" He tastes sweat and cinnamon on her skin. "Tell Haarlep what about, sweetling. I shan't tell a soul." 

Ah, but he already knows. The reason and cause of Tav's arrival were the same, equally disappointing. Their Master. The little creature's mind is full of Raphael. Laughable fantasies: Raphael loving her, a partnership, belonging. It's a soul-deep longing, infatuation, and attraction drowning out her common sense. It's baffling. She pulls back to look at him, eyes wide and full of feeling. 

"Kissing you," she mumbles, gaze flicking to his lips. "I wanted to kiss you. Him." 

Gods help him, he laughs. "Oh, you do sell yourself cheap."

She aches with the force of her want. Aches down to her bones. It calls to him, to the primordial part of him Raphael could not change. Haarlap gathers her into his lap, reveling in the catch of her breath. Her arms come around him, one hand tangling in his hair, an intimate embrace, a lover's hold. 

Her fingers play through his hair, occasionally tugging, never pulling. The gentility is as expected (and welcome) as a nun in a brothel. Tav's touch feathers upward, brushing the double set of horns. It's a charming little eccentricity but not interesting. They are more interested in the wash of heat as he rocks into her. Raphael will lavish in the sensation. 

Corruption is, in many ways, as sweet as the act itself. 

#bg3 raphael #bg3 haarlep #haarlep x tav #raphael x tav #my writing #OK #NO MORE BOUDOIR FOR A WHILE #My images are a wash of red

[moumouton4]

Taking The Next Step || Dabi x reader

A/n : I really missed writing for my favorite dazing vilain

Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : No mention of gender for reader, in the beginning : verbal fight, tension, aggressiveness, but it eventually gets fluffy

Summary : Expressing his feelings isn't his strong suit. Though for you he would gladly do anything

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Word count : 886

You are pinned against the wall, one of his hands heavily pressing your shoulder to the back, while his other hand hovers above your neck, successfully holding you flat against the cold surface of his secret apartment. You could feel his breath hitting your throat, with each stinging word he spat your way.

“Why can’t I just burn you ?!?” he raged. And indeed, the heat emanating from his body was so intense that you wonder if he, even through the layers of clothes, would be able to give you burn marks.

“Why can I burn you and all the feelings you have been growing inside me to ashes ?! Everything would be so much easier !” he continued lashing out.

If you didn't know better you would bet he was going to bite your throat off. But you have known him for so long you knew he wouldn’t actually be able to bring himself to hurt you. In fact the mere thought of something happening to you was unsettling to him.

He had dreaded this moment to come, the one when all his previous efforts to keep his feelings for you at bay, always pushing and burying them deep in the depths of his heart, will reveal itself powerless in the face of his overwhelming attachment to you. Call it love or whatever.

"I feel like I'm going crazy" he sighed, his blazing azure eyes only holding yours as intensely as ever.

He felt it in the depths of his being, like a lingering thought in the back of his head that told him again and again how addicted he was to you, just as you were to him. Truth be told, if you were anyone else, the question wouldn't have been asked twice. He would have been immolated without the slightest remorse, and everything would have been much easier - emotionally - for him to handle. Hell, if you weren't who you were, he'd never have looked at you and given you an ounce of his attention.

Keeping your gaze in his, you manage to perceive a hint of vulnerability swirling in his blue orbs. He soon found himself at a loss for words, for the simple reason that he couldn't go on spewing hatred and imaginary threats against you.

He released his grip on your throat, his hand descending to the small of your back. His breathing calmed and he let out a soft sigh before resting his head on your shoulder. You felt his hand trace circles on your visible skin, a testament to his inner turmoil.

"I-I can't stand being here without..." his grip on your waist tightened a little "... without you anymore" his voice carried an apprehension foreign to his personality.

For a moment, you didn't realize what he had just said. Running your hand through his ebony locks, you gently scratched his scalp where the white roots of his true color emerged, as if to urge him to express himself again.

"I want you to come here with me... so I can make sure everything's all right" he mumbled, as if afraid you would reject him, as if you hadn't proved your loyalty time and again, even after learning about his past.

You smiled, pushing his head a little closer against your neck. He just wanted to ask you if you wanted to take the next step and move in with him. Things had changed a lot by now, and while the final blow was about to fall on the villains, Dabi only wanted one thing : to have you close to him, where he knew he could protect you.

"Of course I do" you pulled away a little and kissed his cheek tenderly "Besides, I spend so much time here that it's as if I already lived here"

Relieved by your answer, a small smile formed on his lips. He buried his face against your neck, nuzzling against it. You were about to wrap your arms around him, but he took you by surprise and carried you bridal style against his chest, his step confident as he steered you towards the couch. 

Adjusting his grip around you, to make sure you were comfortable as he sat down, he lowered his gaze to you "It's the only way I feel complete" he mumbled so quietly you would have sworn it was a dream.

"But you already are, Toya" you whispered his real name, which always held a conforting aura over him, placing your hand against his cheek, which he leaned against.

He didn't even dare speak for fear his voice would give away too much of his feelings, he just squinted his eyes, acknowledging your words. But you could feel it in his grip that your words meant the world to him. You could see it in his gaze that he was thanking you for accepting.

"Thank you for considering having me here" you replied.

Sometimes words didn't matter in the face of the strength of your relationship. In the end, it was the others who had to watch out, because now Dabi was going to become even more protective over you and if he were to learn that anyone in this town would even look at you the wrong way, they would understand why they say blue flames are more devastating than red ones.

#my hero academia #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia x reader #dabi #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #dabi fluff #toya todoroki #toya todoroki imagine #toya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki fluff #touya todoroki #touya todoroki imagine #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki fluff #fluff #miri-writes

[genesiswrld]

SFW Blurb4: Kissing Raiden

You’ve been thinking about Raiden all day, how he is so humble and sweet. How you care so much for him, and him caring for you as well. You think about how he handles you with so much love and treats you so well. He makes your heart melt because of how good he is and how good he is to you. Mostly though, you believe you’re thinking about all of his good qualities because you miss him. He’s been gone for a few days doing Champion of Earthrealm things. You don’t know what exactly that entails, but you know he’s been busy.

You think about his physical qualities you like. Like the gentle shape of his warm brown eyes and the contours of his cheekbones, the broadness of his shoulders and his strong hands. But you believe your favorite physical quality of his are his lips. They’re just so full and pretty, with the most delightful color of pink to them. You think about how they feel on your own, so plush and soft when he kisses you. How pouty and swollen they become when the two of you separate.

You’re interrupted from your thoughts pleasantly as the front door opens and in steps Raiden, who you’ve been looking for. It’s almost like you summoned him with your thoughts and you couldn’t be more happy. “I’m home”. Comes his gentle voice, a voice you wanted to hear dearly. You move from your spot on the couch quicker than Raiden’s lightning bolts and you’re jumping into his arms, your own wrapping around his neck as you embrace him.

“What’s this all ab-“ Your lips on his derail his sentence. Raiden’s eyes widen and he’s still for a moment until he comes to his senses and is reciprocating your kiss. The kiss is a soft press of your lips for a few moments before you’re both pulling away. It’s not enough so you lean back in and press harder, the kiss turning firm and passionate. Raiden’s lips are pliant against your own, moving at the pace you set. He becomes eager, tongue prodding at your lower lip, lapping at it to get you to open your mouth and you do, moaning at his greediness, tongue hot on yours. His arms move to hold you against his strong body and you’re glad he does because your legs go weak at the feel of his wet muscle licking into your mouth, tasting you with fervor.

The two of you separate for a moment, you taking his lower lip between your teeth and he groans deeply, foreheads leaning against one another’s and panting heavily into each other. You do this for a few moments before colliding again, this one much more tender than the previous, all traces of the heat from before now a low simmering flame. The kiss is full of the love you feel for the other and it couldn’t be more perfect. When you pull away this time, your eyes take in the way Raiden’s lips are swollen and he parts them to speak. “As I was saying before, what was all of this about?” His dark eyes are questioning. The curve of your lips is sweet as you reply with, “I missed you and was thinking of you”. His own lips curl in a saccharine smile. “I missed you too, my light”.

Note:

This one got a little heated, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Raiden’s beautiful luscious lips so I had to make a blurb for kissing him as well.

(Who gave him the permission to have such biteable lips??? Cuz I wanna bite them.)

#raine’s blurbs #raiden #raiden x reader #raiden mk1 #raiden mk1 x reader #mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat x reader

[hencvl]

Mine. I [Remastered]

Dark! Clark Kent x reader. Warnings: dark fic, forced marriage.

Summary: you finished your night shift and you feel someone was following you.

A/n: sorry for any mistakes that i made, English is not my first language. I also don't give permission to post my works on any other platforms such as Wattpad, Ao3 etc.

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You curse under your breath as you walk down on the street, clutching tightly on your coat. It's 12 a.m at midnight, you just finished your shift and on your way to your apartment. You reluctantly use this route because it was the closest to your place.

You shiver as you feel the cold air against your skin, even if you are covered in many layers of coat, you can still feel it. Winters can be fun, but also can be annoying at the same time.

You checked your phone as it was buzzing, a message was sent from your roommate. You have been living with him for over a year now, yet both of you barely know each other.

Clark-

i leave some dinner leftovers in the fridge.

You-

Mkay.

You looked around as you felt someone following you from behind. You could feel an unknown presence since you left your workplace, yet you choose to ignore it.

You turn your heels around to see who it is, but only to find nothing. Suddenly, a hand covered your mouth to muffle your scream, your back was pressed against the stranger's chest

“whaa- help!”

You fight the figure, wiggling and squirming in his hold. You know you shouldn't be using this route at all! what the hell have you got yourself into. You kicked the stranger's ankle, but it was a futile attempt.

“stop resisting.” he spoke in a harsh tone, gripping you tightly. The last thing he wanted to do to you was hurting you.

No, you're too precious to him.

Instead, he took out a pad that he dabbed with Chloroform earlier, and slammed it on your nose, letting you breath the toxin.

“noo..ummf..”

Seeing you fall unconscious in his arms, he smirked as he caress the beautiful face of yours while engulfing your small figure in his warm embrace.

finally. Months of watching you from afar, admiring, longing for your touch and warmth he finally got to hold you in his arms. He would not let this opportunity to have you go wasted.

The man looked around the alley, afraid if someone did watch his deed. Once he was convinced that everything was clear, he looked back at her with a wicked grin.

“sleep tight, my bride”

-

You take a sharp breath as you blink, only to find yourself spawled on a soft mattress. You tried to move but failed, too exhausted as you lay back. The bed moved a bit as you heard a groan next to you, a muscled arm makes its way to your waist, bringing you closer to a toned bare chest.

You stayed still, telling yourself that it's just another nightmare. But it's not until you feel a warm breath fanning on your neck before he placed a soft kiss on it before whispering right into your ear.

“what are you trying to do, my dear?”

His voice is deep, whispering at you soothingly as he caresses your waist. He lifted himself and got on top of you, finally got to see his face.

You study his Adonis looks, from his curly hair, trailing down to his handsome face. His icicle blue eyes are the most beautiful things you've ever seen, so beautiful yet so cold.

His jawline is sharp, like you could hurt yourself just from tracing it. He let you stare at him. What a romantic scene it was. Like the beauty of flower petals formed from two colors, becoming one solid entity.

You couldn't help but gawk, how can someone be so fine like this? The thought left your mind immediately as he shifted from his position a bit, leaning closer towards you. He brushes his succulent lips against your cheek, like a predator finally gets to devour its prey.

“wait- who the hell are you? why am i here?” you said, as you sat up on the bed and backed up from him.

“you don't need to know.” he replied, groaning slightly as she made a distance between them. He wanted to hold her in his arms again and never let her go.

He tried to reach out to her again, grabbing her ankle and pulling her towards him with a squeal. Even though she tried to resist him, she seemed to be liking his touch.

A smirk made its way to his face, adding the handsomeness in his features that got her melted.

little did he know...

“argh!” he let out a pained groan at the sudden kick on his crotch. She kicked him hard in the balls that got him shaking slightly from the after effects.

You immediately jumped out of the bed, abandoning the mysterious man that was about to hold you captive and your backpack. That doesn't matter now. Your life matters.

Running down from the apartment, you look around trying to ask for help before the man comes and captures you again. Luckily there's a cab pulling up on the road once they saw you.

“this is madness!”

#dark clark kent #clark kent x female reader #clark x reader #clark kent #superman #superman fanfiction #clark kent imagine #dc comcis #henry cavill characters #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfic

[readychilledwine]

Fours Company- Part 2

All work starts below the cut since this is straight porn. It's not remotely safe for work, read at your own discretion. Minors dni

Summary - cassian and Nesta get to watch as Lyria is punished for breaking Azriel's rules.

Warning - Impact play involving paddles. Dom/sub roles. Oral sex (fxf). Penetration. Praise and degradation. Restrain use. Chain use. Voyeurism and exhibitionism.

Word count -2465

"Please daddy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Lyria cried as Azriel chained her to the wall, her breasts pushing against the cold stone. "Daddy, please," tears were already starting and Azriel simply licked them away before ripping the rest of her pants off.

He had chained Cassian to a chair for also breaking a direct order, the male struggled for a few minutes before stopping. He hadn't truly done anything wrong and knew he'd be freed soon. Lyria was free use to all of them. He could make her cum whenever he'd like.  He reminded Nesta of that as she stroked his thighs and nodded. "You look too pretty chained to the chair," she counter offered. 

Azriel had pulled out a variety of toys to use on his mate. None that would scar her or disfigure her, Nesta noted, but several that would leave little reminders. She studied each one. Looking at the lesther flogger first and gauging Azriel's face. Mininal reaction. Her hand went to a spiked paddle, feeling the smooth leather in her hands. "She wasn't that bad, Nesta. If she breaks a rule again, though, I will use it." Lyria whimpered. Nesta's hand traced over a long, narrow, solid oak paddle. She picked it up and gently hit it against her hand, smiking at the way it burned and stinged. She turned, holding it to Azriel as the male smirked.

"Excellent choice, Nesta. I was just going to give her 10, until Cassian made her cum without permission."  Lyria whimpered, wanting to defend herself but knowing it would only cause more of whatever was coming to be worse. Azriel moved directly behind her, kissing the base of her neck, "Since you've forgotten how to behave and how to respond in proper time, we'll do 15. Miss one, or forget, and we start over," Azriel kissed her shoulder gently. "Do you understand, babygirl?" 

"Yes, daddy," she sniffled. "I'm sorry," she tried again. 

"I know you are, baby, I know," a loud crack had Nesta stopping the kisses she was placing on Cassian's neck, her nails digging into his chest. Lyria released a cry. A pretty mix of pain and pleasure filling the dim chamber, "But not as sorry as you're about to be."

A strangled one left her throat as Azriel began to stalk her, waiting for the moment she'd relax and drop her guard slightly just to hit her plush ass with the paddle again. "Two," she cried out only for several strikes with different intensity to be delivered. "6," her voice broke.

"Color." Azriel demanded. Trailing the paddle down her spine.

Nesta was mesmerized, placing herself in Cassian's lap and freeing one of the male's hands. She had the bond in a tight hold as her juices began to drip down his thigh. "Color, babygirl. Now."

"Green," shame filled Lyria's voice causing Nesta to moan. She could scent her from where her and Cassian sat the same two fingers that had been buried in the red head now circling her clit. 

Azriel landed another spank, and the chains rattled as Lyria lunged forward slightly with a pained moaned. "Look at how pretty she is, ass glowing red and dripping wet." Cassian pushed a finger into Nesta's aching cunt, making her head fall into his shoulder. "Would you like that, Ness? Would you like Azriel spank you while your helpless against the wall?"

The roles had changed. Nesta was no longer in charge of Cassian, but instead his little sub. "Free my hand, dove," Nesta obeyed instantly. Cassian lifted her with ease as Azriel watched. He sunk his mate down onto his cock, throwing one of her toned beautiful arms over his shoulder so he could still watch Lyria's punishment. 

Nesta couldn't help but to drool as Azriel walked to Lyria and forced her to look at herself and Cassian by her hair. 

"Look at Nesta getting her cunt filled for being a good girl, baby. Are you a good girl?" Azriel's voice was dark and deep as he switched to a leather paddle with holes in it to allow him to get quicker strikes and more momentum. 

"No daddy," she admitted freely, tears beginning to fall again. "But I want to be."

Azriel almost purred. "Tell daddy why you aren't a good girl."

"I didn't respond when daddy asked me a question and I came without mistress giving me permission." Cassian began to thrust into Nesta. 

"And now she gets to cum on a cock before you do. She gets to have fun and pleasure before you do. What did you learn, baby girl?"

"To listen to daddy and mistress." Azriel made eye contact with Cassian, smirking ferally. 

"What was your count at, Lyria." Nesta gasped, excitement refilling her eyes as Cassian smirked behind her and began to circle her clit with his fingers. She had started to slowly ride him in anticipation. Enjoying every single second of Lyria's torture. 

Lyria shut her eyes, shaking her head. "I forgot, daddy." 

"Then we start over. You were at 11, baby girl. You would have been done soon." 

Azriel was restless. Quick precision allowed him to get Lyria back up to 10 in the blink of an eye all while she wiggled, cried, and moaned. 

Nesta was fully riding Cassian in reverse cowgirl now. Her head tipped back in bliss as her mate stretched her open and filled every empty piece of her. Every raise and drag of his cock inside of her mixing with Lyria's screams and moans had her seeing stars. 

She was on her final strike and slick was pouring out of her at this point. Azriel was rubbing her clit gently. Kissing her shoulder blade. "Only one more, babygirl. I know you can do it, you're doing so well for me. For us." He knew she was orange despite not asking due to the bond. "I am so proud of you, baby. You are making me so proud and showing them how good of a girl you are. Can you do the last one, baby? Can you do that for daddy?"

Lyria nodded. Tears free flowing. "Yes, daddy." 

Azriel kissed her temple. "Good girl." 

The last Crack sounded through the air at the same time Nesta came. Her screams of pleasure mixing with Lyria's cry of pain into a symphony that had Azriel riding a high he hadn't felt in years and Cassian spilling into his mate.

Azriel quickly unchained Lyria, laying her on the floor and kissing her body. "Nesta, your whore is ready to obey." Azriel trailed gentle hands up his mate's body. Watched as Nesta crawled to Lyria. Cassian leaned further back into the chair, pleasure and greed filling his eyes as he watched his wife settling between Lyria's thighs. "She's been such a good girl, Ness. Don't you think?"

"The best girl," Nesta purred. "Looked so pretty with her ass on display and all red." Nesta kissed the inside of Lyria's thighs. "So proud of you, princess. Did so good for your daddy."

Azriel hummed, kissing Lyria's throat as he sat behind her and forced her to sit up a little bit to watch Nesta. "She deserves a reward, don't you think, Ness?"

Nesta nodded. Her silver eyes never leaving Lyria's watering gaze as the first lick came at her center. Nesta's eyes rolled as she realized Lyria would taste exactly like she expected. Like warm honey coating her tongue with just a hint of fruit. She dove in immediately as Azriel held his mate's folds apart to allow her direct access to her swollen bundle of nerves.

He kept a hand tangled into her hair to force her to watch Nesta. Every flick of her tongue, every suckle on her clit, every prod at her opening had Lyria pleading and begging for more, crying out Nesta's name like a prayer. Cassian came behind his wife, painfully hard again and quickly entered her pushing her further unto Lyria's cunt and making both females cry out in pleasure. 

Lyria could feel that ledge approaching quickly as Nesta pushed two of her long slender fingers into her and began searching. They found their mark just as Cassian found his inside of Nesta. 

The moan Nesta released was magic against Lyria's aching center. It felt like fire was coating and kissing her skin as Azriel stimulated her nipples and neck while Nesta ate her like a female starved. She didn't know who to beg for her orgasm, so on instincts, she cried and begged Azriel. "Daddy. Daddy, please." The male smirked where he was currently biting her shoulder. "Ness, please," her begging switched. "Please." 

Nesta pulled away from her cunt, panting and moaning as Cassian hit all the perfect spots in her from behind. "Please what, pretty girl?"

"Need to cum, please" Tears were lining her eyes causing Nesta to smirk and feel powerful.

"Of course, princess. Cum all over my tongue." Nesta went back in fingers and tongue working in time to bring Lyria right over the edge for the second time tonight. The way she cried out for Nesta had the oldest Archeron groaning.

She pulled away, allowing Cassian to pull her back by her arms and support her body using her abs. His thrusts slowed as Azriel moved, removing his sweatpants finally and revealing the long thick cock Nesta had been thinking about since she was dragging into this Gods forsaken mess. He moved Lyria so her face was below Nesta's when Cassian let her go to all fours. Then he entered Lyria, making the female's jaw drop in a silent scream and her back arched off the floor. 

Their mates began to move in time with each other, watching as the females below them fell into syncing moans and whimpers. Nesta was quick to attack Lyria's mouth with her own, kissing her deeply as the males chased their own highs, wings fluttering and flaring out behind them in pleasure. 

Azriel's face was contoured in pleasure, growls and gasps leaving his mouth and throat as Lyria swallowed him.

Cassian had his head back, long hair bouncing with each thrust. Praise for Nesta was falling from him constantly as she squeezed his cock.

Lyria nor Nesta could ask permission this time as their highs ran through both of them at the same time, pausing their exploration of each other's mouths and bodies. 

Cassian tipped over the edge next. Spilling into Nesta's warm pulsing cunt one more time and gently smacking her ass in a playful manor. 

It took Azriel a little longer, he needed Lyria to whimper, hear her begging for him to fill her with his seed. Nesta forced Lyria to watch Azriel's hard cock sliding in and out of her cunt. It was becoming too much for her as she quickly approached her fourth orgasm for the night. "Azriel please!" She moaned out. "Fuck please I'll give you anything please just cum, I need you to cum inside of me. Please!" Cassian's jaw almost dropped as Azriel obeyed and came with a roar inside of Lyria triggering her fourth orgasm of the night. 

Azriel greedily ripped Lyria way from Nesta and Cassian, pulling her up to into his chest and a few more sloppy thrusts pushed his cum out of her slightly. Her arms were tangled around his neck, and they both immediately noted she was glowing in Azriel's arms as he rested his forehead against Lyria's. 

Nesta felt her heart melting as Azriel began to praise and kiss Lyria as if he had forgotten they were there. His wings wrapped around her, allowing them a little privacy as he asked her what she enjoyed. If she wanted to do this again.

Cassian and Nesta held a tense breath at that question, praying to any God that would listen that Lyria enjoyed this as much as the rest of them had, that she'd agree to continue this. Cassian sighed in relief when Lyria nodded and Azriel's smile grew. Azriel opened his wings, kissing her nose gently and agreeing as well.

"Same time next week maybe?" She joked. 

Nesta immediately threw herself onto Lyria's back giggling. "I'm so fucking excited and happy we did this." Nesta held her tight, kissing her temple. "I can't wait to explore with you more."

Cassian joined the cuddle session last, secretly fist bumping Azriel out of the view of their mates. "We should hang out outside of this, why have we never done that?" Nesta was immediately launching into questions. Her excitement hardly contained as Lyria began to glow brighter.

Happiness flooded Azriel down the bond. Happiness and a sense of content fullness he had never felt from his mate before. 

Happiness and content fullness he was practically desperate to ensure never left her.

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #cassian x nesta #cassian x reader #nessian x oc x azriel #nessian x reader #nesta x cassian #nesta x azriel

[thegoldfishkid13]

Rosalie having to change her mate smut please?

Red Eyes Rosalie Hale x Female reader

A/n: There wasn't much to work with but if you want to request another one if you don't care for it. And I have also never wrote smut!

Warning: Smut, fingering, consent, oral

Word count: 769

   Sitting on the bed next to you was Rosalie, her hand in yours. She stroked the back of your palm softly. Your eyes opened slowly looking around, the once e/c now turned red. She looked at you and had a soft smile on her face. 

 “ What happened?” Your voice rang out through the room. Her face turned solem and she turned away. 

  “ There was an accident and you were caught in it. I turned you myself just like we planned. If I didn’t you would have died.” She said, her voice cracked as she spoke, it sounded like if she could cry she would.  You both had planned for her to turn you on your 19th birthday, so that you could stay with her forever, and not have to worry about you hurting her. 

  “ Thank you Rose.” She looked shocked at the words that had left your mouth. ‘Why are you thanking her?’ questions ran through her head, but she quickly shook away.

  Things have been great since she turned you. Staying up late cuddling and her and Emmett teaching you how to hunt and act more like them. Rosalie had finally helped you put the gold colored contacts in. You both stood staring in the bathroom mirror.

   “ You look beautiful, baby.” She whispered in your ear. You quickly turn around and pull her into a heated kiss. Both of your mouths move in sync with the others. One of her hands is resting on your cheek and the other grips your hip, your hands find their way to her hair and tangle your fingers into the blonde locks causing her to let out a small moan. With ease she picks you up and puts you on the bathroom counter.

  “ Rose…” Was all you could whisper as she pulled your shirt over your head. She started to kiss your jawline causing you to let small high pitched moans leave your lips. 

  “ Shhh baby I got you.” She said as she worked her soft lips down to your collar bones, she moved the straps of your bra down your shoulder. She was quick to remove your bra and start to play with the softness of your nipples. Moans left your lips once again. She once again continued to kiss down your stomach and to the waistband of your pants. She looked up at you as if she was asking you permission. You nodded.

  “ Words baby, use your words.” She said in an informative tone. You squeeze your eyes shut.

  “Yes please” With that Rosalie pulled her up and pulled her lover's pants off with one hand, almost ripping them in the process. She started to kiss your thighs. 

  “Rosie please!” You moaned out. Her hand traced up your leg and to your heart. Her fingers trace up and down your slit. A string of obscenities leave your throat. Her fingers enter your hole and move slowly back and forth. 

  “Fuck Rosie don’t stop please.” She slurred out, her voice was in a high pitched tone.

   “Don’t worry baby I won't.” She moved her head forward and started to suck on her clit. More moans left her mouth as she threw her head back. Rosalie started to eat her out slowly and her fingers started to pick up the pace they were at. You gripped the counter as the knott that had grown in your stomach started to snap;Rosalie knew what she was doing and how to do it. The knott finally snapped and she lapped all of your juices up. She removed her head from between your legs, and looked up at you. She moved her head back between your legs for round two. Her tongue had begun to flick your clit and her fingers had reentered your hole and thrusted at a faster speed. 

   “Baby you taste devine.” She said before pushing her head back between your legs that were now shaking. You moaned more consistently, as the pleasure raced on. She continued to finger you as she looked up at you through her lashes. A string of swear words left your mouth at the sight of your girlfriend like that. A second orgasam had started to build up. Rosalie had to pin your legs open because they kept trying to shut. 

   “Cum for me baby.” Rosalie said from between your legs, and on her command she did. She licked everything up before returning to her original standing position. She helped you put your shirt back on and your pants, you both walked out of the bathroom and headed to her room and cuddled for a while.

#twilight #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #rosalie hale #rosalie hale x reader #Rosalie hale smut #Rosalie Hale smut #smut

[hoshigray]

Choso would be the type of guy that gets flustered by kisses yet loves the feeling of your lips on his. I can see him as the type of guy who looks stoic and isolated on the outside. But an adorable and nervous wreck when you hang with him. Cw: Choso x reader - neutral roles but implied slight dom!reader - mostly fluff, but it ends a lil' suggestive - lots of kisses - a bit of spit/drool on Choso's part - domestic scene - pet name (you call Choso "babe" and "honey"). Wc: 953

He's lying on the couch reading a book that sparked his interest. His head is cushioned comfortably on the pillow by the armrest. Enters you, and you smile once you see him so focused on the pages that have his attention.

"Hey, babe~" Your lovely voice immediately has him turn his face toward you. He places the book on his chest, the last read contents opened for later.

"Hello," he greets you in his hushed speech, his eyes following you as you kneel beside his side of the couch.

"Whatcha doin'?" You ask, your fingers playing with the strands of hair that decorate his forehead.

Choso slowly blinks at you, his eyes still harboring the faint color of exhaustion that contrast his sharp feline-like eyes. "Reading." He always gives a simple reply to you, but you know it's because he gets easily flustered when it's just the two of you. It's adorable.

"Oh yeah?" Your hands gently slide to the side of his face, caressing his cheek that you see painted light pink on his pale skin. "I thought I'd find you sleeping."

"I was going to." Choso averts his eyes away from you, again flustered at your attentiveness. "I thought I could wait for you, so we can nap together since I know you had a busy day."

You squeal at his consideration, the blush on his face grows one shade darker, and his eyes are still away from you. "You're so sweet, Choso. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He doesn't say anything, just closes his eyes and hums as he slowly sinks into the warmth of your hand.

He looks so pretty like this. Your eyes trace every feature, from the strands of his black hair brushing his forehead to the beautiful lashes of his eyes. The blood mark across his face connects the pinky hues of his cheeks.

Your eyes then fall to his lips, the softness of them so inviting it has you leaning in closer, placing yours onto his and enjoying this tender moment.

When you draw back, his eyes are instantly open. Wide and doe as they take in your appearance, the blush is tenfold deeper than before, and you just want to take a picture of how cute he is. But you won't because he'll melt in embarrassment. Although that would be funny to look at.

You giggle. "I'm sorry, the moment just felt right."

"No," he's quick to reassure you, his eyes moving downwards to your lips. You notice, of course, a smile creeping up at his little peak.

"Want another one, honey?"

Choso bites a tiny bit of his bottom lip, but his eyes still hone in on your lips. You giggle again, patiently waiting for his response. His eyes squint a tad, and the mood of lust behind them slowly starts to bloom.

"Yes."

You beam at him, and you lean forward again.

Your lips are in contact briefly, but the love is equally exchanged. You break the kiss again. He hesitantly asks for another.

You kiss him again. Choso moans for another.

Then you kiss him again. And again, and again...

You stop him from asking for permission as you snake your other hand to cup his face closer to you, and he pushes himself up for a more comfortable position.

The two of you kiss for what feels like forever. The sound of your lips smacking together fill the room with a romantic warmth. The heat in your lower region feels delightful anytime he groans into your mouth, moaning into his as his kisses get more passionate.

And, oh, poor Choso. He can't get enough of you. It wouldn't be impossible for him to be lost in your soft smooches. He gestures his arm in your direction, his hand finding purchase on the back of your neck. He doesn't pull you in deeper, but it's a silent proposal meaning he doesn't want you to leave his side.

However, that declaration vanishes into thin air when the two of you hear a sudden bang on the floor. You look down to see it's Choso's book, now closed with the page he saved needing to be found again.

The laugh you let out is so out of breath, but it sounds so intoxicating to Choso. You pick up his book and place it on his chest, then you turn to spot a tent in his dark grey sweatpants.

Choso follows your eyes to his boner, and he freezes. His ears are now tinted in pink, and his blood mark is dripping. You look at him and chuckle lovingly, rubbing his warm cheeks and wiping the tiny bit of spit that hides at the bottom of his lips.

"I'm so sorry," you move some strands to place a kiss on his forehead, then you get up from the floor and exit to your shared room. "I'll let you finish your reading~."

The teasing spirit of your voice still rings in Choso's ears, who lays his head back down on the couch pillow. His face feels so hot and exposed from the room lights, so he uses the book to cover it up and wallow in his shameful thoughts.

Your lips are all he can think about. They felt so soft and plump on top of his, and how he wished to have them kiss him everywhere. His neck and clavicle, his chest, to his stomach. And maybe, have the soft feeling around his...

Choso groans at the mental picture, realizing how little you can do to make him act like this. There is no doubt in his mind that you will make him shut down, and he doesn't oppose this truth.

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk thirsts #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #jjk choso #choso #kamo choso #choso kamo #choso x you #choso x reader #choso x y/n #choso headcanons #choso fluff #choso drabbles #choso smut #anime smut #anime fluff #drabble #fluff #can you tell i was kicking my feet while i was writing this heheheee #oh you thought i only write for toji? #nah choso also has my heart love that man so much #toji and choso: my two beloved extremes 🤪😭💕

[rorywritesjunk]

Let's be one another's present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: R-ish for now. Warning: Swearing, soft Buggy, sort of terrible communication but in a soft way, both of them are just a bit dumb. Kissing. A/N: This story is opposite of my Kid Buggy series and I love that for myself.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e

Chapter 6

The makeup didn’t work underwater. 

Once you were submerged it didn’t take long before it started running down your face and getting into the water. You immediately resurfaced, coughing and wiping at your face as it burned your eyes. Buggy’s hand was there in a moment with a towel, helping dry your face as he watched from below.

“So, no on the makeup right now?” He asked. You took the towel from him and wiped your face before throwing it back at him.

“Fuck no!” You shot back. “It burns my damn eyes, you asshole!”

“Oh it can’t be that bad!” 

You glared at him as you climbed out of the tank. Cabaji greeted you with a hot cup of tea while Buggy handed you a dry towel. It was that bad. Your eyes hurt because the makeup clearly wasn’t waterproof. At least Buggy had the sense to help you back to the room as you squinted through the discomfort, occasionally holding your tea with one hand while rubbing at your eyes with the other.

“Stop, you’ll make it worse.” He sighed as he had you sit down at the vanity in his room. You kept your eyes shut, resisting the urge to keep rubbing them. Buggy grabbed a clean washcloth and took hold of your head as he wiped at the makeup running down your face. You inhaled sharply at the touch, not realizing he was that close to you. It was just a little… something having your eyes closed while he touched you, but you couldn’t put your finger on what that feeling was.

He took his time cleaning your face of the ruined makeup, eventually getting a cream to help with the last of it. Buggy didn’t say anything as he worked, being mindful of how he put his hands on your face, how gentle he was. He didn’t want to startle you, knowing you were already a little on edge from how the makeup caused you discomfort. He wasn’t going to give up just yet. He would find something that would work. 

“All done.”

You opened your eyes, letting them readjust to the light as you looked up at your captain. He actually wasn’t done, wiping the washcloth over your lips to get the last remnants of the yellow lipstick he had applied. You almost wanted to mention how he should hold off in case he kissed you again, marking you with the red color from his own lips, but you kept quiet, instead leaning into his touch as you had done before.

“You good?” He asked as he moved the washcloth away from your mouth, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip to make sure the last of the color is gone. You wanted to nod but he still had a gentle hold on you, and before you could stop you were pressing your lips to his thumb again, like you had done before, and you saw the way his eyes widened slightly, heard the hitch in his breath as he pressed his thumb down against your lip gently. You repeated the action once again before he pulled his hand away. 

“We’ll try again in a few weeks.” He said quietly as he looked away from you. “I want your eyes to feel better.”

~

And a few weeks passed pretty quickly. 

Buggy had put the cot away during that time, citing that the unpredictable weather meant a storm could happen at any point, so you had permission to sleep in his bed. And he wasn’t wrong, a few more storms came, but nothing that would have caused you too much discomfort. You didn’t mind sleeping in an actual bed, it was way more comfortable than the cot. You just tried to make sure not to invade his space too much, which was hard because he always managed to invade yours. You fell asleep with him on one side of the bed only to wake up with his arms around you and his hair in your face. It wasn’t a bad way to wake up.

After dinner one night, Cabaji came to your shared bedroom and left a bag with Buggy. You were cautious when the pirate's eyes lit as he took the bag from him. He shut the door and looked at you with a grin. 

“Waterproof makeup delivery.” He chuckled as he dumped the contents on the bed, pawing through it to see what the other pirate picked out. “Oh, bright colors, perfect.”

“Y’know, if we cleaned the tank you could see me.” You pointed out as Buggy gestured for you to sit down. You did so without hesitation, knowing there was no point in fighting him on this. He was insistent on doing your makeup, to find the right look for you when you performed. “You wouldn’t have to do all this. I hate wasting your time.”

He looked up from pawing around the pile of makeup, frowning at you. “It’s not a waste of my time.”

Oh. You were a little taken aback. Did he actually enjoy this? Granted, besides sleeping, it was the only time you two were alone without risk of the crew interrupting you and you… liked it when it was just the two of you. He was a different person when he wasn’t shouting at everyone to be perfect. You liked having Buggy to yourself, and if you had to sit through multiple makeover sessions, then so be it.

He was touching your face before you even realized it, eyeliner pencil in his hand that claimed to be water and smudge proof. You closed your eyes when he told you to, sighing softly as he held your face still. At this point you knew what to do but you liked feeling his hands on you, the gentle touches that kept you still while he added some flair to your face. And sometimes you acted just a bit obnoxious, pulling away slightly so he could tighten his hold on you to keep you from moving.

“After all this time I still have to tell you what to do.” He mused as he finished with the eyeliner and grabbed the mascara next, tearing the package open first before reading what it was actually waterproof (he just assumed). “Tsk tsk, Cupcake. What am I going to do with you?”

“Just don’t stop touching me.” You murmured.

You both paused. Your eyes shot open and you stared up at him; he was looking down at you curiously, mascara wand out and ready for your eyelashes. You couldn’t believe what you just said to him. Did he even hear you? He must have, because he got that look in his eye, the one where he was about to remind you who was in charge. You swallowed heavily and tried to sink into your chair.

“Well, well, something you’d like to share with the rest of the class?” Buggy teased as he set the makeup down. “Hm? You like me touching you, do you?”

“I, um, well-” You didn’t know what to say. You did like it. You liked this kind of intimacy you shared with him, being close while he touched you like this, expecting nothing in return but your patience (which waned from time to time). 

“What about when I kissed you?” He asked as he held you still, his face now close to yours. You swallowed heavily and nodded, your hands moving to the front of his shirt to grip tightly. Buggy looked down at you for a moment, eyes searching for any hint of teasing on your end, before he smiled and pressed his lips gently to yours. 

You expected him to pull back, to point and laugh and tease you about this, but he held onto the kiss for a moment longer than you expected. His eyes were closed while you kept yours open, unsure now if this was the right thing to do. He was your Captain, who you shared a bed with, who held you in his arms while you both slept, and sometimes you’d wake up to him whispering in your ear, about keeping you safe now and you will never need to leave him. 

He was your Captain and he was kissing you. On the lips. 

Buggy broke the kiss after what felt like an eternity. 

“You good?” 

You could only nod, now speechless because what did this mean now? Did he like you? You were pretty sure you liked him, given the rough introduction you initially had with him, and the fact he pissed you off from time to time, you found yourself actually liking him.

“I need you to tell me.” He told you as he touched your cheek gently. “Words, Cupcake.”

And the way he spoke to you like that, gentle yet commanding, you hated that you loved it. 

“I'm… I'm good, Captain.” You replied shakily as you leaned towards his hand. “Really.”

He stroked your cheek before pulling his hand back. You reached out for it, not wanting him to stop, but he held up the mascara once more. Oh, right, he wanted to finish what he started. He held you still once more, the bristles of the mascara wand carefully coating your eyelashes as he focused on the task at hand. You were both quiet and you wondered what he was thinking. 

Just because you liked him didn't mean he felt the same way. He could just be toying with you, pitying you even because you were this broken toy he picked up, slapping some tape and glue on it to fix it. It could do the job for a while but eventually you'd break again.

“Glad to hear it.” He murmured as he put the mascara away. “May kiss you again once I'm done here.”

Your heart jumped into your throat and you leaned back in the chair as you watched him look over different lipsticks. He tossed aside any that were in shades of blue or purple, not wanting to see that on you when you were under water. Brighter colors were better, the yellows, greens, oranges. Red would be too similar to his but he wouldn't say no to pink. Maybe pink and yellow, smudged together on your lips would work and copy the effect with eyeshadow as well.

“Captain, can I ask something?” You managed to say without your voice shaking too much. He hummed in response as he looked over different shades of pink lipstick. “Do… you like me? In the… romantic way?”

He paused what he was doing and looked at you. Oh, you felt dumb asking that. Why did you ask that? Kissing you was one thing, but asking if he liked you was a whole other Pandora's box that you just threw the lid off of with that question. You couldn't read his expression as he uncapped the lipstick and marked it on the top of his hand, making sure the shade was right.

“I did say you were cute when we first met.” He finally said with a shrug. “And still think you are.” Buggy took hold of you again, his grasp just a bit firmer than before as he began applying the pink lipstick. “And if someone else asked, I suppose I would say I liked you to keep them away from you, Cupcake.” 

“But, do you?” You asked when he set the pink color down and grabbed the yellow. “Like me in that way?”

Buggy sighed as he uncapped the yellow color, marking it against his hand before smudging the two colors together to see if they blended well. “Do I need to spell it out for ya?”

“... Probably.” You admitted. He rolled his eyes and sighed again.

“Yes, I like you in a romantic way.” He told you, sounding just a touch frustrated before he held the lipstick up to you. “There, I said it. I figured between cuddling you and getting you towels would have made it obvious but I guess I was wrong.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Oh. As loud as Buggy was and how much he could talk, he really wasn't going to tell you how he felt in a straightforward way. It was gestures, touches, little things but not necessarily words. 

“Sorry, uh, I guess I wasn't… aware.” You replied. “I guess when you kissed me the first time it should have been a sign, but I was a bit too… surprised.”

“Mhm, surprised, guarded, on edge.” He counted off as he held up the yellow lipstick for you to see. “I probably should have said something after that but… didn't cross my mind.”

You shrugged as he started applying the lipstick, looking up into his eyes as he worked. If he kissed you that first time, then it was only fair that you got to kiss him this time. You waited until he was done with the lipstick, because next he was smudging the colors together on your lips and around your mouth, and when you saw opportunity, you took it, grabbing the front of his shirt and jerking him down to you as you crushed your newly painted lips against his.

And to your delight, he let you, resting his hands on the back of his chair for support while you held him down to you.

Once you broke the kiss, you decided next time the two of you kissed you'd both be standing up. The chair was making it just a bit uncomfortable.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #opla buggy the clown #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc

[faeirtopia]

ʚɞ ; shohei with a partner with tattoos & piercings!

pairing! boyfriend!shohei x fem!reader.

warnings! brief mentions of sexual activities.

shohei never thought about tattoos or piercings. he definitely didn’t think he’d be with a person who had many of them! though, it never bothered him. shohei always enjoyed the sight of your tattoos and the shine of your piercings while in the sunlight.

shohei is definitely the type that wants to trace the tattoos you have and possibly play with the either few or many piercings you have. especially at night before bed, he’ll take his large hand and trace the pretty tattoos you have. it’ll help him fall asleep.

with the piercings? I don’t think he’ll want to play with them a whole lot because he wouldn’t want to accidentally cause you harm or make you feel a bit uncomfortable with his large fingers messing with them. if you give him permission to do so? yes!

he loves to compliment you a whole bunch. he knows that he’s gotten comments about you and his relationship and why he’s chosen someone with so many tattoos but every time he’s asked he tells the person he loves you and the tattoos or all the piercings you may have. to him you’re perfect.

“what tattoo were you thinking of getting next?”

“I think you’d look so pretty with one right here.”

“yeah? why would you want that kind of tattoo?”

he’s so intrigued and interested in everything you have to say about each tattoo. he can spend hours with you talking about them and looking up photos.

during practice when it was break time he would use his time to look at tattoo inspiration photos to see which you’d like the most. he’d definitely be the type to send you a few screenshots of what he’s found to see what you think about them. if you like them that’s a plus because he knows he did well.

shohei will look up how to care for tattoos and the piercings as well, will buy everything that can help the tattoos stay vibrant and healthy. piercings? he’ll do more research to see what can help with cleaning them since he knows that’s important.

“I seen this video.. can I color in your tattoos?”

after seeing many videos like that, he bugs to color in your tattoos and take many pictures afterwards because to him he did super well and thinks the tattoos look even cooler now. he’ll definitely smile at his own artwork and continue again soon.

“did all of this hurt? I wish I was with you if so.”

“do you think I’d cry if I got one? I’ve had surgery and gotten hurt a lot I think I could handle one.”

shohei would not want you getting a tattoo of his name or anything related to him. since it’s your body and he respects you obviously.. he’d want you to keep anything related to him away in case you both didn’t work out in the future. which he hates talking about because he knows that won’t be a problem. he’s madly in love with you. obsessed.

will kiss each and every tattoo when he gets the chance to do so. especially during sex shohei will take the time to give each tattoo attention and since you’ve grown to enjoy that so much he’ll tease and playfully nip at the tattoo with his teeth.

during sex, he’ll take his large hands and rub the areas where your tattoos are and even at the few piercings that you have because to him it’s what makes you the more attractive. he loves the color of the ink against your skin tone and feeling the cool of the metal from the few piercings that you have.

“you look so pretty taking my cock like this with your pretty tattoos and piercings. you’re perfect.”

I’ve said this before, but! shohei didn’t think about tattoos or piercings in any type of way until he met you. of course he thought tattoos were cool they just weren’t for him and when he met you something about them just turned him on a lot.

he was extremely supportive and would always be no matter what. your next tattoo appointment? he’s there holding your hand and watching how it’s all done very closely, maybe even getting a bit turned on with how you’re able to take such pain from the needle repeatedly stabbing at the sensitive skin.

#shohei ohtani #shobae #boyfriend shohei 🤭 #shohei ohtani smut #baseball #fanfic #mlb fanfic #mlb imagines #mlb american league #mlb fandom #imagines #mlb #writers on tumblr #headcanon #concepts #mlb scenarios #mlb au #mlb smut #mlb national league #scenarios #writeblr #writing

[thebellearchives]

𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

~ Vash the Stampede ; Trigun Stampede

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : the secret feelings between you and vash shine through when you dance together in your shared hotel room

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : vash x gn!reader, fluff

‧₊˚ a / n : i’ve had this idea in the back of my head for a while!! this was inspired by “in the night” by fly by midnight ~

You walked in the room curiously, eyeing the golden decor that complimented the cream color of the walls. You and your friends had managed to get rooms in a pretty fancy inn. Since it was a nice place it seemed like it was usually fully booked, and even though you did get a couple of rooms you still ended up having to share. After a heated game of rock paper scissors, Meryl won a room all for herself, Wolfwood had to share with Roberto and you were sharing with Vash.

The room was spacious, with a big comfortable looking bed, a big bathroom and a small kitchen. Vash closed the door when your eyes spotted a radio, neatly placed over a round dining table. You picked it up, searching for the on/off switch.

“What is it?” Vash curiously walked up behind you.

“Just a radio” turning it on, you changed stations for a while until a familiar melody filled the room “hey! I haven’t heard this song in a long time”

“Oh I know this song” Vash smiled and moved his head from left to right on beat, making you giggle.

You turned up the volume and placed the radio back in the table, singing along and joining Vash in a stupid little dance. Vash laughed and grabbed both of your hands, lifting them up and dancing with you. Soon your steps steered away from the table, and you found yourselves swaying all around the room. The blond sang along too, voices following the lyrics’ rhythm and only getting interrupted by laughter. He lifted one of your arms to twirl you around, the sound of his laugh filling the room. A wide smile appeared on your lips, and your eyes lingered on his face. The sound of his happiness was so pretty, and it was just as musical as the song coming from the radio. You hung your arms from his shoulders, completely mesmerized by his bliss, he wrapped his arms around your waist in the middle of innocent chuckles. The pulse on your veins quickened almost immediately, and the tempo of your heartbeat was suddenly faster than the melody leaving your lips. He made you feel like you were under a spell, he had you so captivated that for a moment you moved your hand without permission from your brain. You brushed his blond hair away from his pretty eyes and rested your palm on his cheek with adoration, your heart swelled in tenderness watching that sweet smile of his on his lips, the long lashes that adorned his blue orbs, and the soft and warm feeling of his clear skin on your fingertips. Sometimes you weren’t even sure if he was real, how could someone so infinitely kind and caring even exist? The way that Vash’s blue eyes widened snapped you out of your daydream, a blush spread through his cheeks. You didn’t move an inch, but you stared back into his eyes, scared that maybe you had crossed the boundaries of your friendship, that maybe he’d awkwardly push you away. But he didn’t, instead you felt his arms tighten a little around you. Vash’s gaze softened, leaning towards you just a little. You noticed he was breathing nervously through his mouth, his lashes moved downwards as he watched your lips. Lifting your chin up closer to him, your fingertips grazed the fuzzy sides of his undercut and then curled around his blond strands, heart drumming hopeful in your ears. You closed your eyes slowly, and next thing you felt were his soft lips kissing yours sweetly. You kissed back longingly, a relieved sigh escaping from your lungs. Cold metal fingertips traced your back soothingly, a sweet burning sensation of crave in your chest pumping your blood towards your face and flushing it with a tint of red similar to the color of his coat. Kissing Vash felt like finding water after months in the desert, and when he stopped and inhaled sharply your lips chased after his, wishing to indulge in his kiss once more.

“Vash…” his name fell from your mouth in a yearning whisper, and he complied to you almost immediately.

Vash held your chin before placing another kiss on your lips and his thumb caressed your cheek. Your shaky hands led your arms to hang from his neck as you forgot about everything around you, his name and his touch being the only thoughts in your head. When the kiss stopped you remained still with your eyes closed, feeling his warm breath tingle over your mouth before he smiled gently. With a sigh, Vash rested his forehead on yours and nuzzled against your nose, making you giggle. Vash chuckled too, and at last you noticed that the song you had been dancing to had finished a while ago.

#; fluffy belle #trigun stampede #trigun #vash the stampede #vash x you #vash x reader #vash x y/n #vash imagines #vash the stampede x reader #tristamp #vash the stampede x you #trigun fluff #trigun stampede imagine #gn!reader

[aclowntiny]

hii I was rereading your work and i was wondering if you could do a Seonghwa + firsts when ur free!!!

thankksss

Heck yes! He was next up in my head too bestie 😌 now we’ve only got one man left!

Seonghwa + Firsts

First Date: This man is going to ruin men for you with this romance novel date. He brings you to a farm where you choose and cut flowers yourself make bouquets at the end of the day with them! It’s so cute how wide with wonder Seonghwa’s eyes are, soaking up the rainbows of flowers and your own gazes of shock and joy. You’re sure you looks like he does, filled with the most joyous wonder, but no matter what his infectious happiness is enough. When you finish, he asks if you’d like to exchange your bouquets, and with your heart thumping, you agree. He hands it gently it to you and you realize he picked almost all flowers in your favorite color, a few extras as accents to it, and it strikes you how much thought he put in!

First Time Holding Hands: Honestly, I think he’d do that the moment he first confesses to you. He takes your hand and looks deeply into your eyes as he tells you he really likes you, would you be interested in spending more time together?

First Kiss: It’s a few dates in. You’re not in a rush, and you know he’s a gentleman, which you appreciate because it means you’ve got a sweet guy who isn’t with you to get in your pants- not by a long shot! The moment is so classic it feels like something from a movie. You’re alone together just enjoying being in each other’s company, the feeling of the night breeze. Seonghwa asks permission, reaches over to get something out of your hair…but when his fingers leave it they trace along your jawline and suddenly he’s pulling you softly into his lips.

First ‘I Love You’: You enter the dorms and Seonghwa standing there with a smile, all your favorites laid out for dinner and a vase of your favorite flowers in the middle of it all. He knows it’s been a long day, he tells you, he wanted to do something for you. It wasn’t only that he couldn’t wait to see you. He has something to tell you, too, something to do with the fact that euphoric is the only way to describe how he feels around you. How light he feels every time you show him your caring heart. It means the world just to see you smile like you do when you walk in the door, tell him it’s amazing, and falter before both of you speak the words simultaneously: “I love you.”

First Fight: It’s more like a snip fest with him, like it starts with something kind of petty but you get ticked when he complains that you leave things a mess because it wasn’t that bad, you just lost one thing he came over to get and your home wasn’t a disaster. Then because he had an especially bad day, he replies passive aggressively and you end up icing him out for a bit. The afternoon passes like that, both of you just taking some much-needed space, and you come back together cooled off and ready to apologize.

First Anniversary: A true romantic, Seonghwa one hundred percent considers your hundred days an important celebration. He stays classic with the gift of flowers and matching couple rings for you, taking you out on a boat ride where he gifts them to you on the calm, sparkling water! He tells you then that he can’t wait to hit one thousand days with you.

First Pet: Ok, so Seonghwa really loves furry animals, right? But we all know his true favorite animal! You come home with a surprise, telling him he has his very own dragon now. His eyes light up and a smile spreads across his face as Seonghwa makes the assumption you’ve gotten him a plushie or a lego dragon. Wrong! What you have is a little tank for a bearded dragon lizard all set up with the cutest little decoration you could find- ok, fine, it was supposed to be for a fish tank, but shhh! Seonghwa can’t help but laugh and shake his head, but he also immediately coos and picks up the little guy gently in his hands. Your new baby’s name? Toothless, of course!

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #seonghwa #seonghwa x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #firsts with ateez #ask #anon #requested

[chip-dip6]

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[rookiesbookies]

Hydra!Alex smexy session

Thank you @shotmrmiller for helping me idea generate, I did have to change the plot a bit to get it out in time

Link to the hc for the au < here

‘Breed.’ The voice in the back of his kind hissed at him.

“No.” He said sternly, under his breath as he watched his Darling clean in their shared barracks. “Not now I'm on

“You’re talking to yourself again.” She said with an amused grin.

“Is it really myself if there’s a monster voice in my head.”

‘Hydra.’ The hydra’s voice hissed.

“No one asked, H.” He mumbled.

“Hmmm, still yourself.” She said, after a quick moment of thinking. Her tiny athletic shorts clung to her hips, he could barely see the lace of her panties.

‘Look at those birthing hips. She is a great mate, why won’t you breed her.’ The Hydra hissed out.

“Will you shut up?”

“I… didn't say anything?”

“Not you, sweet cheeks.” Alex said with a sigh.

“What’s he saying now?”

‘BREED. Please!’ The Hydra practically cried out.

“Nothing important,” Alex said, making the Hydra hiss at him.

“So what did you do to yourself again?”

“Got stabbed by a new Sergeant when we were training hand to hand. I was showing a recruit how to disarm someone with a knife and… well.”

“You should be healed up soon, what’s taking so long?” She teased, poking him with a shoe she found under his bed.

“Yeah, but it’s always scale-y after.” He sighed, pulling up his shirt.

“Bloods clotted, let me see.” She said, gently unwrapping it. She traced her fingers gently over the olive colored scales. “How do you feel?”

“Been better. You know how sensitive the scales are after.” He mumbled, biting his lip. Fresh scales were always so delicate. They’d shed in an hour or two but it still was so tantalizing the way she was running her fingers over them like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings.

The Hydra was losing its mind.

‘Breed, she is admiring your scales and they aren’t even a good color for Hydras! She wishes to breed! She wishes to mate!’ Of course, it was mating season for the Hydra. Getting 2 seasons a year and this is her job to take it so he didn’t feel to bad.

“Please, i’m begging you its mating season and it’s difficult enough as is!” His now slit pupils were blown out, face flushed.

She cocked a brow in curiosity, “tell me how this feels then.”

She bent down and planted a soft kiss to the scales making him let out a whine before she licked down the small section. When she got close to the bottom she licked slightly under the scale, curling it up and making it pull against his skin. He let out a broken moan as the pain and pleasure swirled.

‘BREED NOW. BREED. MUST.’ The hydra whined as Alex sat there and took it. His eyes rolling back as his body curled at the sensation.

“Use your words.” She told him, reminding him why she did it.

“G-good-good.” He stuttered out. “Feels good.”

She ran her fingers over it lightly again, making him whimper and hiss, a reminder of his monster, as she traced them down to his pants. She looked up to meet his eyes, he nodded, softly giving permission. She undid his zipper softly, not wanting to do anything too sudden.

She planted another kiss on the scales before going in for a large suck on the sensitive spot as she began to palm him through his underwear. Another hiss left him, his face contorted in pain and pleasure as she put him through such delicious torture.

The hydra was speechless, for once. Just pacing in circles in his mind.

‘Breed. Breed. She wishes to breed.’ The hydra almost sounded excited for the first time ever.

Alex’s eyes slammed open as she let out a moan against the scales, “dear God, you’re gonna be the death of me!”

When she pulled down his waistband, another reminder of his monster was there.

“You didn’t tell me there was two.” She said, almost as if it was a question.

Alex’s face got immediately redder. “Hard to bring that up on a nice dinner date, isn’t it?” He said nervously. “Wasn’t exactly born this way. It’s one of the side effects.”

He cleared his throat, “the Hydra says they usually alternate which ones they use, some survival technique. I don't know.” He said pretty embarrassed. Blinded by his embarrassment he didn’t see her put the bottom one, the slightly larger of the two penises, in her mouth or feel her put lube on her hand under the bed as she began to rub the one out.

His hands clenched around the bed sheets with a gasp. “Jesus Christ, warn me next time!”

The one that had grown in after, apparently the bottom one, had foreskin but the top one didn’t. She jerked him off with a nice squeeze that didn’t hurt but created a beautiful friction that made his body curl even more. He clenched and unclenched his fists rhythmically on his chest trying to ground himself. Little moans and whimpers slipping from his mouth as she took care of him, the voice of the hydra lulled into a shocked bliss at the sensations.

She took her mouth and hand away from him, making him whine.

She moved both her hand over and switched. Edging him a bit more before she moved to jerking both with her hands.

It took little time for him to cum. A clutch of little eggs, each about the size of fish eggs, spilling over his stomach. Her eyes widening.

“Eggs?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled nervously. “One of the changes.”

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always with all my AUs, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

#cod x reader #call of duty #alex keller #alex keller x reader #cod monster au

[ladylooch]

timo smut please (virgin reader?)

Okay, I like this! I took this in the direction of inexperienced reader rather than full on V because this felt more authentic to my style :)

I wrote a good chunk of this last weekend and then couldn't finish it because of real life. Hope it's worth the wait tho!

Thanks for the request! Requests are open again today. Send 'em in!

Warning: 18+ Content

The buzz in your head has little to do with the alcohol you’ve been chasing and more to do with the boy who’s lips are on your neck. No, boy isn’t the right word, this is a man.

Timo Meier’s tongue glides against the warm skin of your neck as his skilled fingers unlatch your bra. It falls to the floor beneath you and he wastes no time in placing his palm on your pebbled nipple. 

“Fuck, I’ve been dying to touch these.” He murmurs against your throat, kissing his way up to your ear lobe. He sucks the skin between his lips then nibbles. “You looked so good in my jersey tonight. Red is definitely your color.”

“I’m getting used to it.” You say breathlessly. 

You and Timo had met through mutual friends back in San Jose. You’ve hung out on occasion as a group, but never truly alone, always with one or two other people. When you had a work trip to New York City shortly after his trade, you reached out to meet up, thinking he wouldn’t take up the offer. He texted back within a minute that he would love to see you. Tonight, you’ve been out in the city being whined and dined and maybe now 69ed. A chill of pleasure shrills down your spine as his mouth sucks your nipple. Your head falls back as a surprised moan flutters from your lips.

You can’t remember lips feeling this good before.

You’ve had encounters before. Nothing overly spectacular. Your one boyfriend before this had been lackluster and focused only on his pleasure, less on yours. You distinctly remember tracing patters on the ceiling of his bedroom as his sloppy, erratic thrusting pushed him further and you wondering if you should be feeling something different.

Being with Timo wasn’t going to be anything like that. 

His fingers hook into your black panties, gliding them down your thighs until they pool between your feet. You bite your lip as he steps slightly back to take you in.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmurs, hooking his pointer finger under your chin to look into your eyes. “But you’ve gone quiet on me…”

“I… um…. I don’t have a ton of experience with this.” You rip the bandaid off, trying not to wince at the surprise on his face. You came in here hot and heavy, sloppily shoving your tongue into his mouth like you knew exactly what to do. But now that it’s time to perform, you’re terrified. This man has had his fair share of women, his skill is obvious of that. What if he’s disappointed? 

“Thank you for telling me. You know, you can change your mind about this.” He murmurs, eyes focused on yours even though you’re fully displayed for him. His words make you feel safe and you shake your head no, grabbing his neck to thrust your tongue back against his.

Your need takes over, pulsing as it guides your hands to the button on his jeans.

“You sure?” He asks again, just to hear you moan yes back to him when his thumbs brush your nipples. “Good. I’m going to take care of you.” He steps forward, walking you back until your knees hit the couch. You awkwardly lay down watching as he slides between your knees. You’re sure he’s going to lean over you, working his jeans the rest of the way off. But instead, his mouth attaches to the inside of your knee. Your nostrils flare in excited surprise.

Now this... what he’s hinting at, no one has ever done.

His lips trail down slowly, leaving wet prints in their wake until he’s reached the apex of your thighs. A smile slides across his lips before he pauses, making eye contact, asking for permission one last time before he moves this forward. 

“Please.” You beg him. He softens at your voice and slides his tongue from his mouth to give your folds a needed taste. He kisses along your outer lips, building a tightness in your core that feels unbearable. Until his lips reach your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, rolling it over as your eyes close in ecstasy.

Oh. My. God. You think as his tongue makes another pass and then another over your clit. 

Your hands flow down, reaching for his head and shoving him deeper. You’re new to this, but the sparks in your body from his mouth have you acting like a pro. All the apprehension you felt earlier disappears from thought as you clench his head between your thighs. His hand comes up, spreading your legs further apart again as he works faster. Your head snaps back against the couch as he tests your entrance with one finger. He glides in, curling up to rub along the front of your walls. 

“Ohh, ffffuck.” Sputters from your mouth with a long moan. “This.. wow.” You can’t string words together to even tell him how incredible what he’s doing to you is.

“I know, beautiful.” He pauses for a moment. “Come for me.” He asks as he presses his lips back to you. His tongue presses in deeper, he slides another finger in, creating a tempo that has the coil liberating the tension from you. You see stars, lurching slightly up, watching as he sucks you through completion. Your hand falls from gripping his hair to holding his cheek. He gently releases you from his mouth, eyes meeting yours. His cheeks are flushed pink, matching yours. The moment is intimate and you think to yourself, this is what it’s supposed to feel like.

“Come here.” He grabs the blanket along the back of his couch, holding it out to wrap around your naked body. You slide over, slightly confused.

“Are we done?” You ask him, sinking into his grasp. He holds you tight to his body where you can still feel the erection straining against his zipper.

“You not satisfied?” He asks with a knowing smirk.

“No! I am…. So satisfied.” The words tumble out quickly which makes his smirk grow into a smile. 

“Then we are done.”

“What about you?” 

“Who says I’m not? Real men get off on a beautiful woman grinding against their face.”

You laugh incredulously, not sure you could have imagined a better night. Your forehead falls to his chest as his lips come to your temple. 

The next morning, you awaken to Timo gently kissing along your shoulder over his t-shirt on you.

“Good morning.”

“Hi.” You murmur, rolling over and accepting the hot tea he has for you. He remembered you’re not a coffee person and warmth bubbles up in your chest.

“And a chocolate croissant.” He points to the nightstand. 

“Thank you.” You murmur shyly, tucking the covers under your armpits as you sit up. You carefully pull a sip into your mouth, looking at him over the lid. He smiles back then reaches out to draw lines on your bare thigh peeking out.

“Are you okay after last night?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Didn’t want you to wake up and regret anything.”

“No one has ever made me feel like that.” You admit, pink dusting your cheeks. 

“I like that.” He grins back at you. “I was thinking… you could stay here while I go to practice. Then, when I get back, I can teach you how to use that pretty mouth on something else.” His eyes blaze back at you, waiting for your agreement. 

You lean forward, letting your mouth find his. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth for a moment before pressing your lips fully to his. Your tongue glides through his lips, circling with his then finishing with a soft suckling that pulls a quiet groan from him. 

“On second thought, don’t change a thing.” 

#timo meier #timo meier fan fiction #New Jersey devils #NHL fan fiction #hockey writing #writing request #my writing

[more-better-words]

You know how it is. You're going along, doing your little tasks, when all of the sudden, Trip Tucker and T'Pol start getting frisky in the dark recesses of your imagination, and the next thing you know, you've written 1100 words of surprisingly spicy fluff about it!

Just me?

One of the things T'Pol had always appreciated about Trip was his willingness to respect her boundaries. He might test them from time to time, but he never crossed them - at least not without her permission. And that meant that when they went out, he was always appropriate and above reproach. His hand might linger briefly on the small of her back or on her arm, but if he ever longed to walk holding her hand the way human couples did, he said nothing, and saved his touch for when they were alone.

It had become something of a game for her, in fact. The point, as he had so often told her, was to have fun, and she had discovered that this game was a great deal of fun - she would wear something he enjoyed seeing her in, which would quietly frustrate him as he kept his hands to himself in public, and when they got home, he would take his revenge.

Inevitably, his revenge was thoroughly pleasurable for both of them.

This time, she was certain she'd outdone herself. She was wearing a rose pink wrap style dress, made of a fine drapey satin; she knew its color and cut were highly flattering, and he had a weakness for soft, smooth fabrics. And the look in his eyes when he saw her, and every time she caught him looking throughout the evening - covetous and hungry - told her she'd been right.

"Have I mentioned how beautiful you are tonight?" he asked, more than once.

"You have, but thank you," she said, and she could see him mentally running his hands down her sides. He leaned close to her ear.

"Just you wait til I get you home," he murmured. She lifted a pleased eyebrow, and knew that she had won. The way he kissed her as soon as the apartment door closed behind them was the proof.

He nudged her into the living room, his mouth eager and insistent, his hands finally free to roam over her. The shamelessness of his desire for her never failed to excite her, the way he kissed her and touched her as if it were the only logical thing to do when presented with her presence. She could appreciate that. 

His right hand skimmed up her side, cupping her breast, while the other tugged at the waist tie of her dress with a confidence that said he'd been thinking about untying it all night. He was briefly dismayed by the interior buttons holding the bodice closed, and she wondered if she should help him, but with a crowing little "Ah HA!" he got them undone, reaching into her open dress to return his hands to her body, this time with no impediments. He had a weakness for soft fabrics, but he had an even greater weakness for her skin.

He dragged his lips from hers, kissing his way along her jaw and throat, shifting his stance slightly to focus his attention on her ear and the side of her neck, his hand returning to her breast, brushing her nipple with his thumb, his fingers sketching little circles on her skin. The sensation sent a storm of shivers through her and she couldn't help herself; she moaned softly.

He nipped gently at her earlobe, his voice soft. "Feel good?"

"Yes," she whispered, "but you know that."

"I like to hear you say it." Two fingers traced a lazy spiral outward from her nipple and back again; her eyes fluttered shut.

"It feels better than good."

He began to roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, slowly increasing the pressure. "Turns you on?"

"Yes." The word was almost more than she could manage.

"Tell me," he breathed in her ear. She inhaled, trying not to shudder and failing.

"It is extremely arousing. It-" He released his fingers, returning to the slow, caressing circles. She gasped softly. "It makes me want more."

"So if this hand went on a little field trip-" His hand slid down from her breast, down her belly, turning to slip into her panties, "you'd say…?"

"Please."

She felt him smile against her ear. "Mmmm…the magic word."

His fingers hovered momentarily between her legs before sliding deeply and easily into the soft, slick folds of skin. He let out an appreciative little breath. "You weren't kiddin'," he murmured, slipping first one finger into her, and then another. She gritted her teeth to keep her voice steady.

"I do not engage in hyperbole," she said, with every scrap of willpower. She felt him smile again. 

"Not about this, you don't." He withdrew his fingers, but her disappointment only lasted an instant, because they began to stroke her, firm but gentle, teasing the most sensitive spots with his fingertips. He kissed her ear along its edge, his tongue toying with her earlobe. "Tell me," he whispered.

She wanted to. She wanted to tell him that every motion of his hand was bringing her closer, that her whole body was glass and about to shatter. But all her voice could manage was a hoarse, "Don't stop."

"I got you, baby," he whispered, quickening the movement of his fingers and tightening his other arm around her. She swayed, her knees going weak. Strange how some joints seemed to lose all their strength while others became suddenly immobile. Her back arched and her breath caught; she went slack in his arms, panting and suddenly intensely aware of his erection pressing against the side of her thigh. She turned her head to kiss him again, tugging at his lips with her own, working the fastener of his pants undone with one hand. "Don't stop," she whispered again. 

A little sound of approval rose in his throat; he pushed her gently towards the couch, careful but persistent. She slid off her underwear as he eased her onto the cushions, sinking into her without the slightest resistance. "God, T'Pol, yes," he groaned.

"Tell me," she whispered. He chuckled, his breath unsteady.

"I can't get enough of you," he murmured huskily. "I want you every time I look at you." He kissed her deeply, moving in and with her as if he longed for her even as he had her.

Her first orgasm had been a lightning strike; this one was a slow fire, building with every motion. "Trip," she gasped, "I-"

"You first," he panted.

The tension crested, reaching that unbearable, extraordinary summit before receding, leaving her senses tinged with euphoria. A moment later, Trip pressed into her hard one last time, collapsing against her, moaning her name. And then the blissful, winded silence. They were never closer than in this moment, and they both treasured it.

Finally, he lifted himself up onto his forearms, giving her a look of feigned sternness. "So I hope you've learned your lesson about wearin' that dress." She returned it gravely.

"Indeed. It is a mistake I will certainly make again."

He grinned. "Thats what I like to hear."

#fic #trip x t'pol #star trek enterprise #there be smut here #I mean as smutty as *I* get #y'all know me