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[babyboydaniel]

Knock, Knock (M) | Part 3

Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader | Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lando really needs to learn how to knock.

Smut, Fluff | Warnings: 18+, Semi-Public, Masturbation, Oral (male receiving) | Word Count: 2.8K

It was Friday, which meant free practice for all the drivers. You were excited to be able to see some action, even if it was just the teams running their programs. Not to mention getting the privilege to watch your boyfriend in action, wearing his undeniable mouth-watering race suit with skin-tight fireproofs underneath.  

Your morning started with an innocent enough make-out session with Daniel before he suggested that you shower together to “save time.” Because somehow you were running late again. Daniel kept his hands to himself, well mostly to himself. 

After hopping out of the shower, the two of you got ready in record time, yelling at him that tomorrow you had to wake up earlier since you cannot live your life like that. All Daniel did was laugh in response while running some product through his hair to make it extra curly. Tempting you to just run your hands through it and ruin it. But, unfortunately, there was no time for that. 

The ride to the track was quick enough; before you knew it, you were walking hand in hand through the entrance. Scanning your badges as you made your way under the archway. Daniel smiled and waved to anyone calling his name. Shaking hands with those who came up to greet him. It made you smile, being able to watch the one you love be so loved.

It was not until after you reached his driver’s room that the thought of a potentially rogue Lando Norris flickered through your mind. With your hectic morning, the only thing that you focused on was getting out of the door and to the track. Now that you were there, you could not help but think about Lando and the antics he caused the day before. You hoped that you were not going to see a lot of him.

After setting your stuff down, Daniel suggested getting something to eat from hospitality since neither of you had eaten yet. Your stomach grumbled at the thought and that was answer enough for him. His warm, calloused hand returned to yours as you made your way back through the hallways that you had yet to familiarize yourself with.

As you waited in line for your food, you heard someone call out to Daniel behind you.

“Oy, how are the lovebirds?” Lando asked as he approached the both of you, reaching out to do one of those bro hugs with Daniel while offering you a tiny smile and a wave of his hand.

Daniel laughed as he wrapped an arm around your waist, attaching you to his side, “We are doing just peachy this morning. How are you?”

Lando quickly glanced at you before returning his attention to Daniel, “Same, though I woke in my bed alone, so it could only be so good,” he joked.

“I guess you could say I am lucky in that department,” Daniel chuckled while pressing a kiss to your head.

“I guess you are,” Lando responded, his eyes on you again.

“Are you grabbing something to eat? If so, you can join us at a table,” Daniel offered.

Lando looked as if he was debating something before agreeing to have breakfast with you guys. You grabbed your meals and headed to an open table. Lando followed closely behind. The chosen table sat four, a chair on each side. You plopped down next to Daniel, hoping that Lando would make the smart decision and sit on his opposite side, but of course, he did not. He chose to sit next to you. Flashing you a shit-eating grin as he subtly scooted his chair as close to you as possible.

“So,” Lando started, looking at you, “what are you most excited about today?”

As much as you did not want to interact with him, Lando was Daniel’s teammate and friend and you had to make an effort. So, with a smile, you responded, “Seeing the cars actually out on the track. I am so used to watching it on TV. I am sure it is much more magical in person.”

Lando nodded, pleased with your answer, “Just wait until the race. It is next-level.”

“I know. I cannot wait. Also, being able to experience what Daniel does every weekend he is away from me will be special.”

“Aww,” Daniel interjected, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek, leaving an obvious wet mark.

“Eww,” Lando giggled, “you guys are too cute.”

Though Lando joined in on the fun, you could tell that something was simmering beneath the surface as he looked at the both of you. Was it jealousy? Lust? Whatever it was made you feel hot, radiating just beneath your skin. Remembering how Lando’s hands felt on you, how hard he was for you, the way his mouth felt around your fingers. Lando’s gaze fell on you, an amused smirk on his lips like he could tell that he affected you.

As you chatted, you slowly began to enjoy yourself. Lando was not so insufferable when Daniel was around. You could understand why Daniel liked him so much. 

During a truly riveting conversation about flying squirrels, someone called Daniel over to talk to them. With an apology and a promise to be right back, Daniel left you with Lando. 

The moment Daniel was out of hearing range, Lando opened his mouth. 

“Lucky me,” he whispered, “I got you all to myself.”

“Lando, I suggest you give up on whatever game you are playing. I am taken so you might as well save it for someone who will go for you.”

“See, that is where you are wrong,” Lando leaned in closer, his hand finding its place on your bare thigh, “I can see the way you react, that you are still thinking about yesterday.”

You shook your head as he began drawing random shapes on your leg. Teasingly moving higher and higher until his fingers dipped under the hem of your dress. If you were hot before, you were on fire now.

“Believe me, sweetheart, I couldn’t stop thinking about it last night either. While I came all over myself. Calling out your name,” his eyes sparkled, telling you as if you were discussing the weather.

You whimpered as you avoided eye contact with Daniel’s teammate. You were absolutely fucked. Lando’s fingers found their place along the edge of your underwear, almost close enough to where you wanted him. As if they had a mind of your own, your legs opened further. Directing him to run a finger along your dripping pussy.

 “Look at me, sweetheart,” Lando whispered. 

Against your mind's wishes, you did. The strong desperate look of desire overflowed from Lando’s eyes. It made you shiver. 

Before you could respond, Daniel reappeared.

“Whatcha guys whispering about?” he hushed as he returned to his seat next to you, placing his hand on your other thigh and squeezing it. Lando’s hand quickly disappeared from the other, and you felt like you could breathe again.

“I was just telling her about some embarrassing stories about you,” Lando teased with a cough.

Daniel groaned, “Aw, come on, mate.”

The rest of the conversation went on like that. Daniel and Lando went back and forth while you sat there quietly. Picking at your meal until you had finished, and only interjecting when spoken directly to. Soon the three of you made your way back to their driver's rooms. Lando disappeared into his room with a wave, and you and Daniel walked through the next door over. 

The remainder of the morning was just as busy with them needing to do more media and a briefing, and then Daniel did a quick workout followed by a stretching routine. Not wanting to sit in the room all day, you followed Daniel around when you could, watching as he charmed every person he encountered. You could not be luckier. 

Before you knew it, it was time for free practice. You and Daniel made your way down to the garage, where you had the privilege to watch from there. Daniel led you around and introduced you to any people he previously missed. You were buzzing with excitement, and you could tell how much joy Daniel got from sharing this part of his life with you. 

When Daniel got deep into a conversation with one of his engineers, you realized that you left your phone back in his room. You informed him that you were going back to get it. He shot you a smile and a thumbs up to confirm he heard you. 

As you walked down the hallway, almost to the room, you heard a noise. You stopped trying to figure out where it had come from when it happened again. Was that a moan? You thought. Then you heard it again, this time a little louder. Definitely a moan. 

Your head whipped to the right and noticed that Lando’s door was slightly ajar. Not enough that it was immediately noticeable but when you did you got a clear view into the small room. 

There lying on the couch was Lando, completely dressed in his fireproofs and race suit, which was hanging around his hips, but his fingers were wrapped around his cock. He was beautiful, girthy, and long, the tip flushed and leaking. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open, moaning every time his hands ran over the tip of his dick. The obscene sound of him getting off made you hot. Your mouth watered at the thought of how it would feel to wrap your lips around him. Forcing him down your throat while his big hands gripped your hair. Fucking into your mouth until he was whining and pink, as he looked down at you taking him all in. Those erotic blue eyes staring back at you, telling you how much of a good girl you were, and you took his cock so well. 

You stood there for what seemed like forever, fantasizing, and you could tell that he was getting close. His hips bucked up into his hand while the other was shoved in his mouth so he would not make so much noise. Precum was leaking out of him like a faucet. It was a sight to see. 

You were pressing your thighs together, trying to dull the ache. Losing your balance as you did so. While you attempted to correct yourself, your hands braced against the door pushing it open that much more. 

Lando’s eyes flew open as he heard the movement. The moment he locked eyes on you. He was cumming all over his fist, in hot spurts. His fireproof top was covered in his own release, which he would no doubt have to change. The desire to lick his cum from his chest was almost too strong not to give into. You wanted him in ways you couldn’t understand. 

The look Lando gave you was intense causing your unsteady knees to buckle. But he looked pleased. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, how the tables have turned,” Lando joked, his voice thick from his orgasm. 

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out. So, you snapped it shut and quickly turned to leave, shutting the door completely before grabbing your phone in haste. 

Luckily, you made your way back to the garage without running into Lando. That was something that you do not think you could’ve handled at that moment. 

Daniel was still standing hunched over a monitor with some strategists, so you hung back and observed. Watching the way he gestured with his hands to emphasize a serious point, or the furrow of his brow when debating the pros and cons of a particular setup. You couldn’t get over the love you had for him and the guilt that was brewing in your stomach about how much you wanted Lando. 

As you were making heart eyes at Daniel, you felt someone come up behind you. Their fingertips trailed down your spine until their hand came to rest on your lower back. Their warm breath fell over the back of your neck causing your hair to stand on end. 

He was too close. Far too close but you couldn’t help but to lean into his touch. 

“I am lucky it was you who walked by,” Lando stated cheekily.  

You blushed just thinking about the recent memory, trying to ignore the man behind you and the feeling of his hands on your body. 

“Maybe you will think about me while Daniel is fucking into you later tonight. Calling out my name instead of his as you come. I am sure he would love that,” Lando taunted when you did not respond. His voice inching ever closer to your ear. 

You ignored him once again, but your body was a traitor. Your mouth opened as your breathing increased and the hold on your phone tightened. 

“Sweetheart, you can try to deny that you feel anything, but I can see how your body reacts. You want me just as much as I want you.”

Then in the middle of the crowded room and with your boyfriend only a couple of feet away, Lando licked down the shell of your ear before giving it a nip. You yelped, though it sounded more like a moan in your ears. Thankfully, no one heard over the wheel guns going off. 

At that moment, you turned to look at Lando completely. Moving away from his warmth so you have a moment to think straight. 

“Lando, I am with Daniel. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. So give it a rest,” you sighed, trying to regain some sort of control. Because being around Lando makes it feel like you might slip at any moment. 

Lando smirked, “Daniel can join us if he wants.”

Before you could respond someone from Lando’s side of the garage was calling him over. He looked annoyed but left without a glance back. 

You stood there for a couple of minutes before Daniel made his way over to you, that beautiful smile on his lips. He took you into his arms when he got close enough, your hands resting on his chest. 

“I saw Lando talking to you. I am glad that you two seem to be getting along.”

“Yeah, he is nice,” you responded, as if trying to convince yourself but doing a poor job of it. 

Daniel gave you a questioning look but did not ask any further questions. 

Then he was called over since free practice was about to start. With a grin, he pressed a kiss to your lips and made his way over to his car. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur, between all the technical jargon that you tried your hardest to understand, and attempting to understand the top-secret run plans. But, it was overall unbelievably enjoyable. 

Luckily, you did not have to interact with Lando for the rest of the day. He was too focused on his job, rightfully so. But that did not stop him from glancing over at you any chance he got. 

Once Daniel was done with all his duties, you gathered all your belongings and said goodbye to everyone on your way out. 

Being the sweet boyfriend that he is, Daniel had organized for you two to have dinner at a local spot, something away from the crowds with a homey feel. The hostess directed you to a small table secluded from the rest of the patrons. Giving you and Daniel enough privacy to enjoy each other's company without the fear of people listening in. 

“I am so glad you have been enjoying the race weekend so far,” Daniel said once the food and drinks were ordered, grabbing your hand in the process. 

His honey eyes were so open and loving as he stared at you. 

“Me too. I am beyond happy that I have had the time to do this, and I will need to plan to come to another one sooner rather than later.”

Daniel smiled, “Really?”

You nodded, “Of course, I feel closer to you when I am here.”

Daniel beamed and leaned over the table to kiss you. His warm hand came to rest on your jaw in the most tender way. The kiss was filled with an overwhelming amount of love. It took your breath away.

The rest of dinner passed with Daniel and you in your own little bubble. Loving touches and delicate kisses were in abundance. The food was delicious, the wine was flowing, and the company was the highlight of it all. You loved nothing more than spending time with Daniel. 

Towards the end of the dinner, Daniel and you were sharing a chocolate mousse. He looked deep into your eyes and casually asked, “So, what’s up with you and Lando?”

Your mouth dried, and your heart accelerated. 

“What do you mean?” you stammered, focused on the dessert in front of you. 

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Daniel challenged softly, his expression neutral.

It was at that moment that you had an out, a chance to be open about what has been going on. You knew you were going to have to tell him eventually. But, if you were being honest, you were enjoying this game with Lando a little too much, and you were not sure if you were ready for it to end. Fuck, you thought. 

Part 2 | Part 4

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[autumnshighlady]

Yes, sir

Eris x female!reader

part of The Professor Series

summary: you've been trying to impress Dr. Vanserra for weeks, and an opportunity presents itself when he offers you private study sessions ;)

warnings: smut, power dynamic, name calling, oral sex (f receiving), thigh riding, face sitting, fingering, inappropriate use of mirror, tw: Ianthe

word count: 6.7k

request/prompt: Eris would undoubtedly be a history teacher, sarcastic at times and rigid

a/n: i got my degree in medieval history so there's a bit of rambling in this fic about my area of study since Eris is a history professor, figured i spent 4 years researching it so may as well incorporate it into this fic lmao feel free to breeze past the reader's monologue about the study material (or read it if you're interested hehe)

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“Does anyone know why this manuscript was significant to political theory at the time of its creation?”

A few hands raised around you in the lecture hall, yours included. Political history professor Dr. Eris Vanserra paced slowly across the floor, his amber eyes scanning the rows of students for someone to pick on. His red hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, a look that had more than a few of you swooning. His red button up shirt complimented the brown tweed jacket on his shoulders, an outfit that no doubt cost you more than you made in a month. Dr. Vanserra always had the nicest outfits out of all your professors, never coming to class with a thread out of place.

Over the last few weeks, you had come to terms with the fact that you were harbouring an intense crush on him. You couldn’t help it – he spoke with such elegance, explaining the most boring concepts in a way that had you utterly entranced. Frequently, you found yourself staring at his slender hands, which he often gestured with as he spoke. He was a strict professor, who had no patience for any fooling around during class. But his dry jokes were laced with sarcasm, adding to his charming wit. Everyone tried to impress him – Dr. Vanserra was a distant male, often brushing off students in his office hours as if he wanted as little interaction as possible. He never complimented their work either, a simple head nod being the closest anyone has gotten to positive feedback. He was quick to point out what you did wrong, never beating around the bush.

And so you moved your seat from the back of the class to the front, always making sure to be the first student in the door and the last one to leave. It was tough, with other students just as eager to gain a minute of his attention. But you welcomed the challenge, craving to be the one who broke his rigid exterior and get him to show that he at least had a heart. That included always being ready to answer any questions.

Eris’s glowing gaze landed on you, and your heart fluttered. For a moment, you were sure he would call on you to answer the question. But his gaze came as quickly as it left, landing on the blonde female two seats down from you, Ianthe.

“They’re important because they were written by a woman,” Ianthe said proudly, her annoying voice raising three pitches higher than what you knew was her normal voice. “The only one of its time, too. Proof that women in the elite class were learning to read and write just like the men.”

Ianthe proudly lifted her chin up, satisfied with her answer. Dr. Vanserra took a single step towards her, and she crossed her arms together and leaned her elbows on the table, her big eyes wide as she batted her lashes at the professor. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at her lack of subtly, noting how ridiculous she looked trying to push her breasts together to show off her cleavage.

“A weak and shallow take, Ianthe, as per usual.” Eris said, sarcastic disappointment lacing his voice. 

You had to cough to conceal your laugh. Ianthe was always trying to suck up to Dr. Vanserra, always humiliating herself along the way yet failing to recognize how foolish she looked.

“Is there anyone who can answer my question with a point that’s actually worth my precious time to listen to?” He continued, surveying the hesitant class.

Your hand shot up once again, and this time the professor’s gaze landed on you. He nodded, his stoic face revealing nothing as he waited for you to make your point.

“It’s the only manuscript we currently possess that’s written by a woman in its time,” You began. “That doesn’t mean it’s the only one to have existed. And the author being our only example of a body of literature written by a woman in its era doesn’t mean all elite women were doing the same. Her husband was a close friend of the emperor’s, acting as one of his closest counsellors. It’s highly likely that her husband’s unusually high status is the reason she was able to read and write.”

Dr. Vanserra nodded. “Carry on.”

You tried to ignore the intensity of his gaze as you scrambled to remember your information. “Well, the manuscript itself gives us insight into the political strife of the realm. Many of our other sources from that era never address the problem because they don’t want the history books to remember the bad times. Not only does she directly address the political issues at hand, but she also inserts herself into the narrative, something no other source from its time does. So while it’s written as a book of advice to her son who’s a political prisoner in an enemy court, it gives us insight into 3 aspects of family in that era: feelings, authority, and consciousness. Which also links back to what we talked about last week regarding the connection between the theme of consciousness within this era’s literature.”

You let out a breath, trying not to shake. The professor continued to stare at you, expressionless, leaving you unsure if your points were completely bogus or not. Finally, Dr. Vanserra dipped his head. “Good.” He said plainly, and Ianthe audibly huffed. “Now speaking of last week’s material…”

Dr. Vanserra continued his lecture, and you felt Ianthe shooting daggers at you with her eyes. But you didn’t care, you were too busy riding the high of your first ever praise from the instructor – anyone’s first ever praise from him, now that you thought of it. You happily scrawled down your notes for the remainder of the period, until the clock struck 9am, indicating class was over.

“I will expect the first draft of your midterm essays in three weeks, do not forget.” Dr. Vanserra said as students began packing up. “It’s going to take me a hundred hours to go through them all, so make them worth the headache it will cause me.”

Students began scurrying out the door, and you were grateful that you had no classes for the rest of the day. You packed up your things more slowly, your books and notepads stacked in an organised pile, just how you liked it. You stepped around the front of your desk and scooped them up in your arms, but quickly collided with a blonde female carrying a very full mug of coffee.

“Oh my goodness!” Ianthe squealed, her voice sweet as honey. “Your notes! I am so sorry hun, let me help you clean that up.”

Anger boiled in your blood, and it took everything in you not to yank her by her blonde hair and drag her face through the spilled mess. “It’s ok,” You forced yourself to say through gritted teeth. “It was an accident.”

“Oopsies!” She chuckled, her blue eyes glittering. “See ya!” She skipped away, miniskirt bouncing with every step. Gods, you hated her.

You looked down at your fallen pile of notes, now drenched in caffeine and completely illegible. Kneeling down, you tried to see if anything was salvageable, but nothing remained. Tears welled in your eyes – weeks of hard work, just gone. You felt your white t-shirt sticking to your chest, now strained with brown.

You hadn’t even noticed Dr. Vanserra approach. His pale, slender hand appeared next to yours, picking up a drenched piece of paper. You looked up, seeing him crouched down in front of you.

“Can any of it be saved?” He asked, her voice still stoic but slightly softer.

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak without crying yet.

Dr. Vanserra clucked his tongue. “Unfortunate. You’ve worked very hard on those.”

“Those are all my notes from the last few weeks,” You said quietly, lip wobbling. “Sir… I have nothing to work with for my essay draft now.”

He merely hummed as if deep in thought before grabbing the soaked papers from your hands and standing up. You heard him stride over to the trash bin and lift the lid, tossing the remains of the material inside. His expensive shoes clicked on the floor as he walked back over to you. His hand reached out, coming into your lowered field of view.

You looked up at him through teary eyes, confused. 

“Come on, get up.” Dr. Vanserra said, sighing. “She wins if you sit like that, just sulking. So get up and come with me.”

Trying not to tremble, you grabbed his hand. He pulled you up with surprising strength, his hand warm despite the freezing temperature of the room. Wordlessly, he grabbed your bags along with his own, walking out of the lecture hall with long strides. Puzzled, you scrambled to follow, too nervous to say a word. This was the most Dr. Vanserra had ever spoken to you, you didn’t want to risk screwing it up by saying something stupid. 

You followed him all the way to his office, shutting the door behind you as you entered the space. Rich tones of red, amber, and green adorned the room, expensive looking furniture and decor scattered everywhere in an organised manner. The office was filled with more candles than you could count, their orange flames flickering gently. Dr. Vanserra set your bags down on one of the chairs before finally speaking.

“Twelve lectures worth of your notes are gone, and you cannot do anything about that.” He said sternly. “So do not cry over it. However, I do not want to see you fall behind and try to redo the notes off of memory alone. You will fail the course if you do so. Therefore, for the next two weeks, we will meet in my office every day at 5pm. Each session we will go over one lecture, and you will redo your notes. We can go slow to ensure you do not miss anything, and you may ask me any questions you need. That will give you only a week to complete your draft, but at least you will not be lacking half the material needed for it. Does this work for you?”

Your jaw went slack. One on one review with the professor? It was the golden ticket you needed to succeed in this course, and you were going to make it count. “Yes, sir, absolutely.” You replied quickly, letting out a breath. “Thank you, Dr. Vanserra, thank you.”

“We are going to be spending a lot of time together over the next two weeks, my dear. You can call me Eris.”

Your heart flipped. “Eris.” You corrected yourself, testing his name on your tongue.

He smirked. “Excellent. Now that we are on a first name basis, I can comfortably tell you that the coffee has rendered your shirt see through.”

The blood drained from your face, and your arms shot from your sides to cover your chest. As luck would have it, you weren’t wearing a bra that day, meaning your nipples were likely visible through the wet white shirt. “Oh god, I’m so sorry.” You stammered, cheeks flushing red.

“It’s quite alright.” Eris strolled towards a small dresser in the corner of the room, opening up the middle drawer and pulling out a cream coloured polo sweater with a v-neck. “Put this on, I won’t have my student walking around campus with her tits in plain sight.”

You blushed deeply, taking the fabric from him. It was the softest thing you’d felt, and smelled strongly of the cologne you frequently caught a whiff of whenever the professor walked by you. The plainness of his words made your brain go haywire, and you stood there dumbly.

“Unless you want to give me a show, I suggest you turn around and change so I can put your shirt in a bag for you to take home.” Eris said, a hint of mischief behind his amber gaze.

You turned around, reaching down and pulling the ruined t-shirt over your head. You shivered, feeling those eyes burning into your bare back as you carefully held your arm out behind you with the shirt balled inside your fist.

Eris took it, and you heard him turn around and walk away, presumably to grab a bag. You quickly pulled the sweater over your head, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach that danced happily at the thought of wearing your professor’s sweater.

“All done.” You said, turning around. “I’ll get this dry cleaned before I give it back.”

The male only shrugged as he tossed your shirt into a spare grocery bag. “Clean it, keep it, shred it, it matters not to me. I have three more identical to that one.”

“Uh, ok.” You muttered. The idea of keeping his sweater felt wrong, but you were secretly thrilled that he suggested it.

Eris took a seat behind his desk, pulling out books from his briefcase. “Now be gone with you, I have research to do. And remember, 5pm tomorrow. Do not be late.”

“I won’t.” You promised, grabbing your bags and making your exit.

Maybe it was a good thing Ianthe spilled her coffee on you.

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ONE WEEK LATER

You tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep hours after your study session with Eris. At first, they had been gruelling. Eris would grill you for every answer you gave him, making sure you could confidently back up your claims. Your brain was exhausted by the end of it, but you were happy. Eris had also given you helpful anecdotes that he hadn’t mentioned to the class. You had twice as many notes as before, and they were twice as helpful.

He was different than when he taught in class. More patient, less demanding. He spoke slower, allowing you to catch up if you fell behind. His strict persona was as rigid as ever in class, but you found he was calling on you more and more to answer questions. It delighted you.

At first, you had sat in the chair in front of his desk. But today, the chair was moved beside his. More than once, your leg knocked against his muscular thigh, and you’d murmur an embarrassed apology. Eris never acknowledged it, only smirked before returning to the material at hand. You still felt the tingling sensation on your own thigh from earlier when he gently squeezed it. You had gotten a tough question right, and Eris had reached down and put his hand on your thigh, quickly squeezing it before retreating.

Your face had gone bright red, and there was no way he hadn’t noticed. Just that one simple action had made your core throb with need. It didn’t help that he had begun calling you pet names, such as ‘my dear’ and ‘love’. You drank them up, his silver tongue making the nicknames sound just right. Every time he said them, it went straight to your core. 

Studying with your professor had suddenly become incredibly hard.

You rolled over in your bed once more, hoping that perhaps this side of the sheets would finally bring you sleep. But every time you closed your eyes, all you could think about was Eris’s touch on your thigh, and how it would feel if his hand was higher up, right where you had dreamed about it being. You imagined his slender fingers pumping inside you, filthy words falling from his lips like the first snow of winter, red hair falling in your face was his body moulded over top of yours–

“Get it together.” You scolded yourself. “He’s your fucking professor. It was nothing. Stop overthinking.”

But that didn’t stop you from sneaking your hand between your legs in a last ditch effort to ease yourself into sleep.

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A few days later, you checked your outfit in the bathroom mirror at 4:55pm before heading to Eris’s office. You hadn’t slept well last night, so you opted for a casual pair of soft, flowing green pants paired with a simple cream coloured button up. You’d be lying to yourself if you claimed you hadn’t deliberately chosen the pants that seemed to be Eris’s favourite shade of green. It was hard to sleep when all you could think about was how close you were going to be sitting to him the next day.

At 5pm on the dot, you opened the door to his office. “Good evening, sir.” You greeted him, locking the door behind you. It was something he insisted on, claiming he didn’t want his other students barging in thinking you were getting special treatment.

“Hello, my dear.” Eris said. “We’re covering lecture 10 today, I assume you brought the material.”

You nodded, setting your bag next to the desk before making your way around to Eris’s side. You paused, noticing something was missing. “Where’s my chair?” You asked.

“Oh, that thing,” Eris tutted, lips drawn into a faint smirk. “I gave it to my brother for the week. His office chair broke, and he has fifty students lined up outside his office every day who need it more than I do.”

Your mouth was dry, unsure of what game he was playing. “Where am I supposed to sit?”

“I think there’s enough room over here for you.” Eris’s voice was velvety and laced with smugness. His brown eyes glowed, like a viper approaching a small creature to make its first strike.

“Oh, do you want me to stand?” You tried hesitantly. No way this was going where you think it was going, right? 

“For two hours? I wouldn’t do that to you. Come here.” He beckoned you forward with a come here motion and spread his legs ever so slightly, making your stomach do a somersault. Your body obeyed him without question, stepping forward until Eris grabbed your hand and pulled you down, causing you to fall onto his lap with a yelp. Strong hands gripped your hips, adjusting you so you were perched on his right thing, one leg on each side.

You bit your lip so the whimper that had built in your throat didn’t slip through. Your throbbing core was pressed right into the hard muscle of Eris’s thigh, emitting a heat you were sure he would feel.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” He purred, his lips dangerously close to your ear. His breath was warm, sending shivers down your spine.

You stuttered something incoherent in response, but Eris cut you off casually, reaching forward and opening your book. His knee hiked up a bit, pushing his thigh further into your core. This time, you couldn’t stop the noise you let out.

“Are you alright, love?” Eris asked innocently. You gritted your teeth – he knew what he was doing, and was trying to get a reaction from you. As much as you wanted him, you were stubborn.

Two could play this game.

“Just fine.” You quipped, attempting to keep your composure.

“Wonderful. Let us begin.”

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An hour later, your lip had indents on it from your teeth. It was the most torturous study session you’d ever had in your life. It was less than 10 minutes in before Eris took it up a notch. He had rested one hand on your hip, a simple gesture as if to steady you. But his thumb found its way underneath the fabric of your shirt and began to rub small circles above the bone. 

The more questions Eris asked you, the closer he leaned into you. His lips began grazing your ear as he spoke, driving you wild. He didn’t sit still either, casually moving his leg from time to time, causing you to slide forward, clit grazing the sinewy muscle.

It was a slow torture.

“You seem distracted.” Eris murmured in your ear, readjusting himself again and sending another wave of pleasure through your core. You couldn’t help it, a quiet moan leaving your mouth as you felt yourself giving up.

He chuckled darkly, sliding the rest of the hand under your shirt fabric and resting it on the skin above your hip bone. “You’ve been working so hard my dear, I can’t have you unfocused.”

The rest of his fingers began tracing lazy, teasing circles against your flesh. You arched into his touch, tears from the lack of stimulation to your cunt threatening to form in your eyes if he didn’t touch you soon.

“Please.” You murmured quietly.

“Please what?” Eris asked, feigning cluelessness but letting his teeth scrape the shell of your ear. “If you need something from me, you need only ask. And I will be happy to oblige.”

The bastard was really going to make you admit it. He knew what he had been doing for the past hour, teasing you subtly to the point where you’d beg for more. Your earlier determination was gone, replaced by a pathetic neediness for his touch.

“Touch me, please.” You whined, not caring how weak you sounded.

Eris paused for a second. “No.”

Your eyes shot open in surprise. If this was some sick game to humiliate you, you were going to kill him. “What do you mean–”

“You know what you want to do right now,” He cut you off, his voice low. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at my thighs for the past few days. This is your chance to take what you want, sweetheart. Only once you grind yourself into my thigh to show me how desperate you are for me, will I finally touch you.”

Humiliation burned through you. No matter how stubborn you were, it was no match for Eris’s. There was no way you’d be able to convince him to put his hands on you without first doing what he asked.

You leaned forward, placing your hands on his knee for support as your clit finally made contact with his thigh. You began rocking your hips, moaning at the relief it brought you. 

“Come on, I know you can give me more than that.” Eris remarked from behind you.

You groaned and ground your hips harder into his thigh, pleasure intensifying. You swivelled your hips back and forth and in circular motions, trying to find a path to the release you had been craving.

“Fuck.” You moaned, glancing sideways at the mirror that was propped against the wall adjacent to his desk. The sight nearly made you gasp. Your face was flushed, blissed out as you grinded into Eris’s thigh, a small wet patch having formed on his light brown trousers. Eris was leaning back in his chair, his eyes hungrily drinking in the view from behind of you riding his thigh. His face was dark with want, and his knuckles were white as they gripped the side of the chair.

You continued your motions, grinding into your professor’s thigh in his locked office, coming so close to building that familiar coil in your stomach but never quite getting there.

“Eris…” You moaned.

“Yes, my dear?” Came his reply.

“I need you. Please, sir, I need you to touch me.”

One glance in the mirror and you knew you were victorious. Calling him ‘sir’ seemed to have softened his determination to make you grind into him until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Aw, can you not get yourself off on my thigh without help?” He mocked, stroking your hip again. “You need me that badly, don’t you? You know how unsatisfying it would be to cum without my touch.”

He spun the chair around, lifting your hips with one hand and peeling your pants and underwear off at the same time. The two of you were now facing the mirror, able to take in the sinfulness of the situation in full view. Eris adjusted you on his lap so that you were sitting atop his bulge, legs spread over each of his legs. Your needy cunt was on display, and you leaned back into his solid chest.

“Such a greedy little thing.” Eris said. One of his hands reached down and stroked your clit, while the other wrapped around your other hip and began to tease your entrance. For a second, you thought he was going to cruelly pull away, leaving you high and dry. But moments later he plunged a finger inside you, increasing the speed and pressure on your clit as well.

Your entire body twitched with the sudden wave of pleasure, ten times more intense than anything you had given yourself. Your moan this time was loud, echoing throughout the vast space of the office. His hands worked you in all the right places, confidently finding the perfect pleasure spots as if he had been given a map to your body and spent years studying it.

“Is that better?” Eris cooed, running his lips up and down your neck. “Is this what you’ve been fantasising about, being completely at my mercy as I make you feel good?”

“Gods, yes.” You cried out, arching into him.

“There are no gods here to help you, my dear,” He chuckled darkly. “Only me.”

Eris bit down on the juncture between your shoulder and neck, causing you to gasp. But you welcomed the sting of it, sighing as his silver tongue caressed the indents in your skin. Your legs began to tense up, feeling the orgasm you had been so desperately craving building up. The wet squelching sounds of Eris’s fingers on your cunt sang in harmony with your moans, as you watched the scene in the mirror through half-closed eyes.

“That’s it, love.” Eris murmured, sucking your neck just below the curve of your jaw. “Cum all over my hands.”

Your body obeyed, erupting into a burst of flaming pleasure as your orgasm hit you hard. Eris’s fingers continued to work you through your high, intensifying it tenfold. You were a whimpering, twitching mess in your professor’s lap. Finally, he removed his hands from between your legs, giving you a merciful break. You slouched into him, panting.

Your professor had just given you the most intense orgasm of your life.

After a few minutes letting your body recover, Eris picked you up with ease, bridal style in his arms. He settled you both down on the couch, placing his hand on your inner thigh and slowly sliding it back towards your core. You whimpered as his fingers grazed your sensitive slit, causing him to chuckle.

“Oh you poor, sweet thing,” Eris mocked. “You didn’t think that would be it, did you? I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

Your mind reeled as he adjusted himself, laying back flat on the couch and pulling you on top of him. Luckily, you caught yourself with one arm on his chest so you didn’t land flat on his body. Eris’s hand reached behind your neck, grabbing you firmly and pulling your lips into his. You groaned, shifting on top of him so you were straddling his waist to get more comfortable. Eris’s grip was tight, putting you at the mercy of his kiss as his lips consumed your own. You melted into his mouth like butter, sighing as his tongue danced with your own.

His other hand reached down and squeezed your backside, pushing your hips into his crotch and causing you both to moan into each other’s mouths. The noise that emitted from Eris’s lips was the most delightful thing you had ever heard, you decided. It filled you with determination to see what other sounds your professor could make. So you ground your hips into his bulge again, causing him to groan.

“Careful,” He growled, nipping at your lip in warning. “You’re playing with fire here, my dear. Did I say you could grind on my cock like a desperate whore?”

You paused, heat rushing to your core at his filthy words. You’d always loved the sound of Eris’s voice, and hearing him say such sinful things to you brought a fresh wave of arousal.

A hard smack landed on your ass, making you yelp in surprise.

“I asked you a question.” Eris said sternly. “Did I give you permission to grind on my cock, yes or no?”

“No.” You answered sheepishly.

“No is right. Sit up. You’re going to make it up to me.”

You frowned in confusion, but did as you were told, propping yourself up and sitting back down on Eris’s hips, trying to ignore the way his cock dug into your backside. You took a second to admire Eris’s form laying on the luxurious couch beneath you. His red hair was fanned around his face like the morning rays of sunshine, a beautiful contrast with the dark green of the sofa. His expression was relaxed, but calculating as always – angular cheekbones made more prominent in the light of the candles, his amber eyes glowing with desire. It was a sight you wanted to commit to memory forever.

“Remove your shirt, and come ride my face.” Eris said plainly. You baulked, having expected him to tell you to get on your knees and take his cock down your throat. You were supposed to make up for disobeying him by… letting him eat you out? Most males you had been with had been selfish, only going down on you if you sucked them off first. But Eris was different.

“I would suggest you listen and do as I say, unless you want to be bent over my knee and spanked until you cannot walk, and are ordered not to cum for a week.” Eris’s voice was less patient this time, noting your hesitation.

Something dark in his eyes told you he meant it, so you obeyed, unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it off your shoulders, followed by your bra. You were now completely naked on top of Eris, who remained fully clothed. Under any other circumstances, you’d have insisted he at least partially undress first. But you knew his patience was wearing thin, and as much as you secretly wouldn’t mind being spanked, the thought of not coming for a week was something you couldn’t do.

You crawled your way up his body, seating a knee on either side of his head. You lifted your hips, core inches from his face. The male was practically salivating beneath you as you gingerly lowered your cunt to skim his lips.

“I thought I told you to sit.” Eris said.

You gawked. “But I don’t want to suffocate–”

Your sentence was interrupted by a frustrated growl from your professor. He gripped your hips firmly and pulled you down hard, seating you fully on his mouth. You cried out as his tongue expertly stroked your folds, flicking your clit as he ate you out with precision that made you weak. Instinctively, one hand came down to grip Eris’s red locks, causing him to moan into your cunt. His hair was soft in your fingers, and you relished in the feeling of it.

You felt Eris’s hands guide your hips back and forth, encouraging you to rock them against his face. Moans left your lips as you obliged, grinding into his face like you had on his thigh. Evidently, this pleased Eris and he groaned, which sent delicious vibrations through your core.

You let your head fall back, shamelessly riding Eris’s mouth as you pulled on his hair. If your grip caused him any pain, he gave no indication of it. Whenever you tried to lift your hips to let him breathe, his grip only tightened and firmly held you in place. It wasn’t long before you climaxed again, letting out a choked cry as your juices covered his face. After catching your breath, letting Eris wipe his face with his fingers before sicking the digits clean, you climbed off of him, collapsing into a sitting position on the couch as Eris sat up next to you. His skilled fingers began undoing the buttons on his shirt, and you hungrily drank in the sight of his bare chest as he pulled the expensive material off.

“You did so well, my dear.” Eris purred. “I think you can cum one more time for me. Ride my cock this time, love, make a pretty mess all over it just like you did with my face. And my fingers… and thigh.”

Your mouth went slack. After two orgasms, you weren’t sure if you could handle a third. But the desire to please him outweighed any reservations you had about your sensitive body, so you reached down and unlaced his breeches, making eye contact as you did so. Eris smirked, letting his head fall back onto the couch cushion as you pulled out his long cock and stroked it once. The tip was red and needy, leaking with precum and making your mouth water. You swung your leg over his hips, straddling them. One of your hands reached towards Eris’s cock, grabbing it and lining it up with your entrance. You took a breath, and began to sink down.

You stopped after getting just the tip in, trying to catch your breath. The stretch stung, and you weren’t sure how you were going to fit the rest of it in, especially being so oversensitive still. Eris simply watched with his hands behind his head casually, a smug look on his face. He did not help you, seemingly content to watch you struggle to take his length.

You forced your body to relax, sliding to about halfway down before stopping, moaning dizzily. All of your senses were completely overwhelmed, and you felt so full with only half his cock inside you. 

“Aw, are you finding it difficult to take me, love?” Eris mocked. “Maybe you can’t handle it–”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence, for his teasing tone filled you with sheer determination and you slammed yourself down onto him. Eris was cut off in a strangled moan, eyes widening as you impaled your cunt on his cock. The force of it knocked the wind out of you, but you didn’t let it stop you. You swirled your hips, pulling yourself up his length before falling down on him again, bracing your hands on his shoulders for support. Gods, he was so deep inside of you, touching places that made your head spin.

“Fucking hell.” Eris groaned, his voice rough as you slid up and down on his cock at a relentless pace. You twisted and swivelled your hips as you did so, your cunt squeezing his cock at new angles that made your professor gasp. You threw your head back, and Eris took the opportunity to lean forward and wrap his arms around your back, pulling your chest closer to him and taking your breast in his mouth. 

The new sensation made you cry out, but you refused to let your pace falter. Eris’s teeth scraped your nipple, sucking harshly before moving to your other breast. His hips began slamming up into you to meet your own, making the coil in your belly tighten.

“Eris…” You whined, tangling your hands in his hair again.

“That’s it, love, say my name,” Eris reached one hand down to roll your clit with his thumb, while the other gripped your throat and squeezed. “Let everyone know who’s fucking you dumb right now. Let them hear you scream for me as your tight little cunt takes my cock.”

You rode him with a vigour you didn’t know you possessed, shamelessly moaning his name over and over again. “Eris… Eris…. Eris!” It was overwhelming, your professor’s cock slamming in and out of you, his hand rolling your clit while the other held you by the throat. You kept your grip on his hair, yanking as you climaxed one last time, the action of your fingers pulling his red locks making Eris cry out too. His hips stuttered as his cum shot through you, your cunt clenching around him as you rode out your own orgasm. It was the most intense out of all the ones you had so far, the warmth of Eris spilling inside you making you dizzy with pleasure. 

You leaned forward, dragging your lips up Eris’s throat as he moaned with you clenching around him. He cursed, the slip in his control filling you with pride. His skin tasted like rich autumn spices. You pulled his cock out from inside you and collapsed into his chest, panting. You didn’t realise how exhausted your body was until now. Every cell in you was completely spent, leaving you unable to move. You fought the sleepiness, but the warmth from Eris’s chest was too comforting and darkness overcame you.

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A few hours later, you opened your eyes. For a moment, you expected to be in your own bed, the whole thing having been a dream. But you took in your surroundings, realising you were still in Eris’s office. The professor was sitting at his desk, quietly grading. You scrambled upright, the blanket that had been draped across you falling onto your lap.

“I’m so sorry.” You stammered. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Eris looked up at you, smirking. “You have nothing to apologise for. I take pride in your passing out, actually. Means I did my job well, not that there was any doubt based on the noises you made.”

You blushed furiously, but then looked down at your body. You expected to be sweaty and gross from the sex, utterly naked and exposed. But you felt clean, as if you had been wiped down with a wet cloth and then dried. Your old clothes were neatly folded on the ground next to you, and you were dressed in a pair of soft, forest green sweatpants and a white crew neck sweater. They definitely were not Eris’s size. “You keep women’s clothes in your office?” You asked, confused.

“I keep a spare set of attire for all the female students I fuck in here.” Eris’s voice was dry, and you whipped around to stare at him with wide eyes. “That was a joke, my dear. I had them picked out last week. You know, in case Ianthe decided she wanted to spill more coffee on you in the future.”

You snorted, heart fluttering at the surprising thoughtfulness of his actions. While you had hoped he wouldn’t just toss your clothes at you and send you on your way without a word, given the professor’s rigidness it hadn’t been entirely out of the question. “You’re not funny.”

“On the contrary, I am terribly funny.”

“You got these clothes last week, was it really because of Ianthe or was your plan to fuck me all along? Is that why you offered to help me in the first place?”

Eris rolled his amber eyes, giving you a stern look. “No. My offer to help you was, and is, genuine, and with your best academic interests in mind. I may be a prick, but I am not cruel. Fucking you was a delightful bonus, not an expectation.”

His words reassured you. Despite his strict reputation, it seemed Dr. Vanserra had a heart after all. You checked the clock, realising it was almost 9:30pm. “Shit, I have to get home now. My roommate is going to think I fell off the face of the earth.”

You hastily grabbed your things, giving Eris a quick kiss on the mouth before hurrying to the doorway. You had no idea what this meant for the two of you, if it was a one time thing to satisfy both your needs, or something more. Regardless, you didn’t want to think too much about it, content to bask in the aftermath of the best sex you’ve ever had.

“Same time tomorrow.” Eris piped up right before you opened your door. “Don’t be late.”

“Yes sir.” You smirked at the twitch of his face at your words.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

A sadistic grin crossed Eris’s face. “When you get home, I’m positive you will be reminiscing about the mind blowing orgasms you just had. But you are not to touch yourself until I see you tomorrow night, am I clear? There will be… repercussions, if you disobey me.”

You baulked, embarrassed that he had seen right through you, but nodded anyway. As the door closed behind you, you wondered if you were going to last the next 20 hours without breaking his rule.

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Unfaithful Girl // C. Sturniolo x Reader.

SYNOPSIS: Your boyfriend couldn't make you orgasm this morning, but Chris will make you reach the damn climax that your stupid boyfriend couldn't make. WARNINGS: Infidelity on the part of the reader, Chris a player, Chris a prostitute (?, inappropriate language, groping, kitchen sex, nipple play, male reception with oral sex, cock riding, titjobs, spanking, hickeys/marks . NOTES: My first language is not English, so if you find any grammatical errors you already know why :) avoid making aggressive comments about it, If this is too much for you, I invite you to leave. MASTERLIST!!

"I have a night job today." Your boyfriend talks to you while you place a cup of coffee in front of him. "¿How about you? You have work today?"

"It's my day off" You sat in front of your boyfriend. Taking a cup of coffee in your hands, bringing it in front of your lips to blow gently.

"¿Do you want us to do something before my turn?” He asked suggestively.

You drink your coffee and he stared.

It had been a long time since the two of them had free time together. Even if Emmett has to work tonight, They will share the morning and the rest of the afternoon together.

It's been a long time since they've been intimate, either because of their unequal schedules or because when one had the initiative to do it, the other was exhausted from work.

"Do you have something in mind?" Asked, stretched my long legs under the table, and subtly rubbed my boy's crotch.

"It's been a long time since we did, "I think you agree with me about spending the afternoon fucking." He smiled excitedly.

Suddenly, breakfast was completely displaced from the middle, I was sitting on the table with my legs open at the disposal of her boyfriend. He desperately devoured my pussy.

"¡God!" With my fingers I clung to his disheveled hair, Emmett's tongue moved mercilessly, managing to completely drive my sanity crazy.

My legs gave a burst of energy, making them tremble and followed by a loud moan released from my lips.

Emmett smiled and came to kiss my lips, His hands reached for the ends of my shirt and freed my breasts.

"I wanted you so much" he murmured against my lips.

He went down my neck spreading kisses, while his hands went up from my waist to my breasts. He stretched one of my nipples making me moan.

"You don't know how much I missed hearing you." He licked one of my breasts and stretched the nipple mercilessly.

I slowly pushed him and he lifted me off the table. Emmett was taken aback, but then he noticed the mischievous smile I had. I pushed him causing Emmett's body to fall onto the chair.

I leaned in front of him and pulled down the plaid pajama pants he was wearing. Releasing his erect member.

"Were you trying to provoke me by walking around the house without boxers?" I made fun of him, He held it in his hands and massaged it with both hands.

"Maybe I had in mind to fuck you this morning" looks at me, He had to admit that seeing me naked squatting in front of him while I masturbated him was a fucking hot sight, my breasts moving up and down with the movement of my hands.

He brought his cock to my mouth to kiss the tip, I spit his length, ready to suck it.

Emmett sighed deeply, eager to feel the heat of my mouth.

But I wanted to continue my game of torturing him slowly. I suck its sides, slowly rising to the top, When he got there he introduced it into my mouth making a slow suction.

Emmett's growls were present, accompanied by the scandalous lewd noises that my mouth made with Emmett's cock.

The pace increased, just like Emmett's body temperature. He took off the shirt he was wearing, revealing his worked abdomen.

His body contracted, feeling his climax approaching. He carefully pulled me away from his cock.

"Thanks for your offer." He speaks hectic. "But right now I’m not interested in fucking your mouth.”

He offered me his hand and I smiled. I sat on Emmett and he guided his cock to my pussy, sinking completely.

I jump on him, my hands taking hold of Emmett's shoulders, while he helped me by lifting my butt with his hands.

Emmett was starting to growl louder, You can tell that she was close to her orgasm, he accidentally hit my buttocks hard, which forced me to moan, My nails dug into his shoulders and I hid my face in his neck.

I felt my pussy fill with my boyfriend's warm semen and my walls closed around him..

"Shit!" Emmett growled. "I'm sorry." He felt bad for finishing first, we still had the rest of the day to do it.

So, before I could say anything, My boyfriend's cell phone rang.

He stretched his arm towards the table he was at and answered the call even with my body still on top of him.

"what the fuck?" He frowned. "What time?" He asks in an annoyed tone. "Yes Yes. "Don't tell me what to do" he growls.

He patted the squeegee indicating that he would get me up, and that's what I did. I felt the fluids running through my pussy, until staining the inside of my thighs.

"I heard you!" Emmett yelled into his cell phone, as he pulled up his pants with his free hand.

A few seconds later he hung up the call and gave me a long look of disappointment.

"I have work."

"That's what I heard"

"I'll fuck you when I get back, don't worry". I knew it wouldn't be true, he would come back too late and say he was too tired to do it.

"Well." was all I said.

Emmett got ready and left, but not before kissing me.

I was left alone again in that small apartment, completely willing. It was late, I had promised not to do it, but I never kept my own promise.

So there I was lying again in that bed that I shared with my partner, dialing my lover's cell phone.

"Princess." Just listening to that hoarse voice generated a thousand sensations in my body. "When was the last time we saw each other?" Pretend not to remember. "¿Yesterday?" He laughs "Just tell me what time you're coming, maybe I bought that beer you like so much".

"I'll be there in a few minutes", I answered.

"That seems fine to me, just open the door, it's open"

I ended the call and got ready to go meet Christopher, who for some time had been satisfying the needs that I had and my boyfriend couldn't please.

I took a short shower and he put me in some pretty orange lingerie, I knew very well that Chris would like that.

As soon as I got ready, I went to Chris's house and opened the door like he told me.

"Christopher?" I call him as I close the door behind me.

Upon not receiving a response, I start walking around the house; It was bigger than the apartment I shared with my boyfriend. I got rid of my coat and left it on the couch in front of the plasma TV.

That sofa that was very comfortable, Of course Christopher had fucked me countless times on that couch.

He continued walking and Although Chris was my lover, We shared more than just the bed. At first it was just sex, It was more than one night, Then one day I went in the morning crying and Chris was there for me, It was the first time we didn't have sex.

I was about to open the door to Chris's room when it opened and he walked out, closing it behind him.

"Hi Beautiful" Planted a kiss on my lips. "Tell me, What is the reason for your beautiful presence on a day like today? I mean, You don't usually go out with me two days in a row." He smiled, but then he became serious and frowned at her. "Didn't I give you enough yesterday?"

"Please, shut up" I take it away from me. "I had sex this morning, But Emmett had to go." I briefly explained.

"So you expect me to finish what your boyfriend started?" I notice how I was ashamed. "Come on, pretty"

He put his arm around my neck and pulled me closer to his body.

"Do you think I thought you'd come just to keep me company? I'm not offended that you only come looking for me because of a frustrated sexual desire that your boyfriend left you, I'm here for that."

"It is not like this..." Chris interrupts me by placing one of his hands around my neck, without applying pressure.

"Shut up" He ordered and brushed his lips with mine, Chris smiles when he notices how I wanted that kiss, Finally we joined our mouths with an obscene kiss.

Chris's hand left its position on my neck and together with his other hand he groped every part of my body.

"¿Dress?" He smiled ""I guess you're in a hurry."

His hands went under my dress and pressed my buttocks hard.

I take the ends of Chris's shirt in my hands, passing it over his head and then letting it fall to the ground. Without wasting any more time, Chris unbuttoned her dress and let the fabric fall.

"Wait"

Both of their breathing was rapid.

Chris distanced himself and connected his blue eyes with mine.

"It's more comfortable in a bed than in the middle of my hallway".

He opened the door to the room, I came in and I was surprised at the change it made in the room.

It was full of neon lights, some new curtains, The bed had nice silk sheets.

"Oh really?" I laughed and looked at Chris. "Are you quite romantic now?"

"I get tired of so much hard sex". He shrugged. "But I can send everything to the devil if you ask me."

"Are you going to keep talking?"

Chris lunged at me and threw me on the bed. I enjoyed every caress he gave me. Chris had me at his disposal. He smiled as he noticed the underwear she was wearing.

"I like orange" I hummed, as I caressed his abdomen. "Have I ever told you how much girls with glasses turn me on?" I adjust my glasses on my face ""Or maybe it's just you who turns me on." Yo smiled and placed his finger on Chris's lips, silencing him.

"Kiss Me" I asked him and he did not hesitate to do it.

He made his way between my legs, while he devoured her mouth with lust.

I had completely forgotten about Emmett, I just wanted Chris to fuck me.

He took off his pants to be left only in boxers, He slowly lowered my women's underwear, revealing my pussy eager for his cock.

"Tell your boyfriend not to worry about your orgasm, that's what you have me for". He licked his lips and buried his face between my legs.

I couldn't compare my boyfriend's technique with Chris's, I could never do something like that. My legs closed, But Chris stopped me with his hands, as he continued passing his tongue at high speed while looking at me with his blue eyes, I couldn't help but bite my lips.

I take my breasts in my hands, but not before taking off my bra.

Chris enjoyed the view, he had a great show in front of his eyes. My back arched, but he didn't want her to climax in such a simple way, so he moved his face away from my pussy and forced me to turn my body, leaving my ass exposed for him.

"What the fuck?!" He ran his hand over some marks on my butt. "I hit you?"

"It was an accident..." I murmured.

"Don't let me spank you!" He growled.

"Chris, He shouldn't know that we're seeing each other, "You can't mark me," I tell him.

"Of course I can" He inserted his cock into my pussy without warning, making me moan. "I'll mark you inside."

His penetration was merciless, His hands took momentum from my hips. The room was filled with moans and grunts, the lascivious sound of bodies coming together.

"Is he the one who can mark you?" He asks me between penetrations. "Huh? You won't let me use my mouth to mark you as mine?"

"Don't do it, Chris." He moaned, I feel Chris's tongue run over his chest.

"I'm so sorry, beautiful." He spoke against my skin and left a hickey right there.

Scream with all my might, reaching my fucking orgasm, which I had been wanting since this morning.

"I'm going to kill you Christopher!" I hit him hard on the head, but Chris just laughs.

"Just tell him he did it." Chris shrugs, letting his body fall onto the mattress.

"You are so bad" He crossed his arms at me.

"Is this how you pay your sex slave?" He tells me.

"Since when do I have to pay you?" I raised an eyebrow and leaned back with my arms crossed over Chris's chest.

"You do not know? I have a list of everything you owe me from every time you slept with me", He joked. "When are you going to pay me?"

"Can I pay you with something other than money?" I asked him suggestively.

"As long as you pay me".

I smiled and slowly lowered myself until I reached his throbbing cock. I played with his cock giving him kisses all over.

Then I ran my eager tongue around it.

"Do you think a simple oral will pay for more than thirty nights of sex?"

"Who said it would be a simple oral?" I placed his cock between her breasts, enveloping it completely.

I spit out the tip of his cock, lubricating it. I move my breasts simulating penetration, the speed went up and she went down, completely torturing Chris.

Then my head lowered, Every time his cock rose it entered the oral cavity, being welcomed to a party of caresses provided by my tongue.

That touch was enough for Chris' cock to release his cum completely into my mouth.

Chris wiped the remains of semen off my lips with his thumb.

"Your boyfriend, the police, "He doesn't know what he's missing."

We kiss and fall back into bed, It would be a long night of passion.

Too bad I have to go back to my boring, lonely apartment. My boyfriend came in leaving his belongings on the floor, He looked for me in the apartment. He found me in the room reading a book.

"How are you baby?" He took off his clothes.

"Good." I closed the book and placed it on the nightstand. "How is your job?"

"Bored" He put his eyes white. ""They made me guard a stupid nursing home," he growled.

"Why do you still have your suit?" I frowned when I noticed that he still maintained his police officer appearance.

"I was in a hurry." He looked away. "I mean, I promised you I'd make it up to you..."

I was amazed at that, Guilt invaded my body.

"Besides, I know you like it when I fuck you in the stupid suit" I smile.

Finally he came closer and devoured my lips, I close my eyes letting myself be carried away by the situation. My boyfriend's hands mercilessly attacked his privacy.

"Shit, "You're already wet."

"Now put your damn fingers in".

He obeyed and penetrated me with his fingers while kissing me desperately. I moaned against his lips, I could feel how his fingers were imprisoned by my vaginal walls.

He removed his fingers and forced me to turn around. I was ready to penetrate her when a message notification arrived on my cell phone. He looked at my device and with effort managed to reach it.

Chris: It was a good fuck, We can repeat it whenever you want, dear.

I had barely finished reading the message on the locked screen when my boyfriend penetrated me mercilessly, She threw my phone away and clung to the sheets moaning my boyfriend's name.

"You're just a hobby Chris, ¿what are you waiting for, a good night kiss?" I think and laughed and then kissed my boyfriend.

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[joonberriess]

m e a n d y o u r m a m a

p a i r i n g : namjoon x reader

g e n r e : domestic boyfriend au.

t a g s : soft smut, drunk sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, breeding kink, flashbacks are in italics, y’all are rlly in love, mentions of future pregnancy, DOMESTIC, model!reader, teasing, IM SICK AT HOW SWEET THIS IS, drunk scene is where the baby is made LMAO

w o r d c o u n t : 3.6 k

s u m m a r y : you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

“Just how did you two manage to find each other in such a big world, what stood out the most for you?”

– I can’t really put my finger on it, when we first met each other I admit it was all me in the beginning. I couldn’t stop staring at her and I think she thought I was a creep or a weirdo. “Oh would you look at that, Kim Namjoon from BTS is a weirdo,” or something like that. I didn’t approach her until the end of the night, right as she was leaving. It turned out we had a lot in common, other than the whole being invited to the same fashion show thing.

The camera shutters and flashes went off in every direction and the room was filled with chatters from the stylists on set. Despite getting the chills now and then you felt empowered and beautiful in the tiny backless night slip that seemed to ride up with every movement you made. (You know Namjoon is definitely enjoying the sight of you prancing around in such scandalous attire.)

Namjoon’s dressed to the nines, styled in a black and white striped suit, a watch worth over sixteen thousand, and his black hair styled in such a way you wanted to tangle your hands in it. “You’re both sensual beings,” the photographer had expressed before the shoot even began, and that he was right about.

Here you were, perched on Namjoon’s lap like his personal little arm candy to show off to the world. His hand rested over the small of your back, his other arm perched on the armchair whilst he lazily flicked his hand back to avoid getting any ashes on you or himself. “Look into the camera,” the photographer mumbled, “show me the art of sex you both embody.”

You stared into the camera with a sultry gaze, eyes half lidded and lips parted slightly. Namjoon couldn’t resist and right before the camera went off again he turned to look at you with eyes full of desire and lust. How could he not after all? Given that you were practically being offered on a silver platter to him dressed so scantily and pretty.

“How did you realize that she was the one?”

– It wasn’t hard at all, I often sat at home thinking about the future a lot with her, I slowly realized she was my home, my entire future included too. I think that the dealbreaker for me was when we finally decided to get matching tattoos of our name together, we went in separately because we wanted to surprise each other. She comes out smiling like a kid in a candy shop, and when I ask her why she shows me her ring finger, and right there I see my initials. I fell even more then and there. If it was even possible.

The hand on your grip gently guided you to a more comfortable position, ensuring that you were relaxed. You had a tiny smile on your lips as you stared deeply into his eyes. You hadn’t missed the way he subtly ran his hand over the expanse of your baby soft skin. His hand cheekily snuck a little squeeze here and there.

“Are you free after this shoot?” Namjoon grins in amusement, suppressing his laughter when he sees you roll your eyes at him. “What? Are you, or are you not?”

You give him a look, failing to hold back your smile as you fondly bring him down for a gentle peck. “I’ll have to see Mr Kim, we’ll have to discuss this with baby Kim, see what he thinks about it.”

Namjoon sighs in fake exasperation, “..I guess baby Kim can join us too then.” You playfully smack him in response.

“How in love would you say you are?”

– I would rather not be on this Earth if I couldn’t be with her, everyday I’m more and more thankful she came into my life. I don’t worry about it at night anymore, not when our little blessing is sleeping in the room next to ours. I think that I’m most definitely ready to settle down and enjoy life, well, our life to be exact. I think an image that’s recurring in my mind is of us walking down the beach with our kid, that’s how in love I am..

.

The world went absolutely berserk when Namjoon’s company had announced both his relationship and your pregnancy. For the sake of privacy your company didn’t offer much to the press, stating that anything in direct relation to your private life was to be revealed by you and you only. Something you deeply appreciated.

You dated quietly for several months, flying in and out to see each other with no one but your closest friends seeing the two of you together. Here and there you dropped some cryptic pictures with his hand in yours, a scenery photo from your date, and if you were feeling a bit bolder you posted a picture from the back of him walking straight ahead of you with your hand still in his.

Your fans were just dying to know who you were seeing, begging and pleading for more. You didn’t make an official statement until after the events of you discovering your pregnancy. Which like mentioned before was several months into your dating.

When you finally dropped the news of your pregnancy, you were about five months along already. It hadn’t been much but a simple picture collage on Instagram of your belly being surrounded by two ultrasound pictures. Namjoon’s hands were laid over yours with the caption being: “our tiny bundle of joy”.

The internet blew up, which was understandable because their favorite supermodel was both tied down and “somebody’s baby mama”. It felt a little cruel to leave them hanging so you explained in a more formal post on your Instagram. “I know lots of you are surprised ‘n stuff but I wanna let you guys know I’m doing okay and I’m happy with my on-going pregnancy! As you can see I’ve met someone very special to me and we’ve been together for a while now. I hope you will all continue to support me! xoxo”.

Namjoon was next after you since he had wanted you to be on-board when you both decided to reveal your relationship. He did the same, except posting a full blown picture of you sitting in the grass with the sunlight pouring down over your frame. He added a simple heart to it and let his company do the rest for him.

When the baby was born you had decided to add all those little moments captured on camera to a small video you decided to dedicate to your little one. Looking back on it now makes your heart swell with utter adoration and love for Namjoon. You realize that you’d go to hell and back for him, and he’d do the same for you.

.

After parties in LA are crazy, well the LA lifestyle was pretty wild on its own anyways. After attending your friend’s concert with Namjoon and some other friends of his, you two went off to the after party. It was pretty wild already, drinks were poured and people were sitting in small circles on the rooftop smoking weed and taking other stuff you were going to stay as far away from.

Namjoon and you were swaying together on the dancefloor, you had your arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely and his hands settled on your waist. You admit that maybe you had taken a few more shots than intended, same for Namjoon but the buzz was pleasant though and being with your boyfriend made it one hundred times better.

He had his forehead resting on yours, a closed-eye smile on his face as he listened to you sing along to the song playing in the background. “You’re off-key.” He teases.

“Do you want me to stop? Wait, do I sound that bad?” You pout at him and bring him down for gentle kisses, “You’re supposed to lie to me and say I sing better than anyone on this Earth.”

Namjoon’s eyes open and he kisses you a bit more intensely, “You sing better than anyone on this planet.” He murmurs against your lips.

A small smile forms as you push your forehead against his, “Are you drunk right now Joon? You telling me these things cause you know it’s what I wanna hear?” You tease softly. He shrugs in response and you laugh again and throw your head back. The world around you spins from how dazed you are at the moment.

Namjoon follows and leans down to trail kisses up the column of your neck, “You singing isn’t the only thing going on in my mind right now baby,” he mumbles, “I could think of a couple other things we could be doing instead of being here.”

You hum in response, “What kind of things were you thinking of?” You lick your lips. He doesn’t reply, not verbally at least, he slots his lips against yours with more intensity than the small lazy kisses he has been exchanging with you this past hour.

A soft little moan escapes your lips and you wrap your arms tighter around his neck. He pulls you in so you’re both pressed up against each other and whatnot. Through his jeans you can feel the outline of his cock press against your thigh, hot and throbbing which in turn makes you whine quietly into his mouth. Namjoon hikes one of your legs around his hip so he can press right up against your clothed pussy.

You start grinding sensually against him, unknowingly moving to the beat of the music playing in the background. Namjoon groans softly against your lips and pulls back to stare into your eyes with a half-lidded expression. “C’mon, let’s get the fuck outta here.” He tugs you in by your ass.

You nod eagerly and stumble after him as he takes you through the large crowd of people. You’re in no state to drive and neither is he so you two catch a ride with a friend you see who also happens to be leaving the party too. The whole ride back to your home is spent exchanging heated kisses in the backseat of your friend’s car.

When you get there Namjoon hoists you up in his arms and carries you in. You tangle your hands in his soft hair and tug him closer for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as he kicks the front door open and enters. “C’mon baby,” you mumble pawing at his shirt as you try to take it off, “need you so bad.”

Namjoon groans in response and sets you down, hurriedly tossing his shirt off and then going for the back of your pretty little dress you got on. The hallway becomes a mess leading to the bedroom where Namjoon has you pinned on the bed, hands searching through the drawer for a condom. You’re whining and pleading for him to hurry, wrapping your legs around his waist as you pull from the kiss, “Forget about it baby.”

“You sure?” He dryly replies, swallowing in obvious excitement.

“Mmhmm.” You nod, “Just need you in me,” you breathily whisper and reach down to grip his hard cock, “c’mon baby, put it in.” You moan softly as you rub his cock up and down your wet slit, “You feel how wet I am for you?”

Namjoon shivers at your husky soft tone, his eyes drop down to where your hand is stroking his cock as you tease yourself with the mushroom tip. A bead of precum drips from the tip and adds to the mess of slick your pussy has made. He moans loudly and reaches down to grip his cock himself and push up against you until the head catches at your opening.

“You’re driving me fuckin crazy baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good. Gonna have you shaking and gushin’ for me, pretty little pussy boutta cream all over my cock and make a fuckin mess.” He slurs out and presses in, pushing to the hilt until his pelvis is pressed close to yours.

A loud moan escapes your lips as you throw your head back on the pillow and grip the sheets. His words only seem to fuel the desire pooling in your belly causing you to grind up against him in an effort to chase your pleasure. Namjoon places both hands on either side of you, using it as leverage to hold himself above you while his hips begin to slowly roll into yours.

Your pussy is so slicked up you can hear every time he pushes his cock in and out. With a choke up whimper you reach between you two and rub your clit in slow circles to match with the speed of his thrusts. Namjoon buries his face in your neck and ends up mouthing at the skin there while he loses himself to the pleasure and rhythm of his thrusts.

“Fuck you feel so good babe,” he moans, “gripping me so nicely, wanna watch my cum drip from your pussy, love making a mess outta you.” He whispers into your ear, his hands slither down to grab your asscheeks and he holds onto them tightly while passionately fucking into your throbbing cunt.

A wobbly little cry bubbles out of your throat at the change of pace, he drives his cock into you passionately with his thrusts jostling you up the bed with how hard he’s going. Your bleary eyes open, the room around you is all blurred out from your tears and how tipsy you feel from the drinks earlier. You feel like you’re spinning in ecstasy, pleasure blooming pleasantly all throughout your body.

A blissful smile forms on your face as you hike your legs up higher around his body, “Mmm, right there Joonie I can feel you so deep in me… ‘s so good,'' you slur out, “gonna cum.” Your breath hitches.

Namjoon moans a little louder as he pulls back from your hickey littered neck to stare down at you, “Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock baby? C’mon baby, wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” he leans down to slot his lips with yours in a messy little kiss, “you’re so fuckin gorgeous babe.” He whispers like it’s a top secret no one must know.

“L-Love you so much,” you hiccup softly, “so, so, much.”

Namjoon whispers his own set of ‘I love yous’ whilst he fucks away at your cunt. His cock bumps into your g-spot over and over again, it makes your legs shake from the strong pleasure. Your orgasm draws nearer and nearer until you suddenly stiffen and it hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Namjoon..!” You cry out, hugging his body closely to you as you shake through your orgasm.

He groans in response and bucks up into you for a few more minutes until he’s coming too. He cums with a low moan of your name, head already dropped down on your chest. You end up laying there lazily trying to catch your breath and stay awake. A wave of drowsiness hits you out of nowhere, you try to blink the sleepiness away but every second that ticks by you’re closer to knocking out.

“Mmm so sleepy.” You softly whisper as you let your arms fall back on the bed and lay there motionlessly.

Namjoon hums in response as he lays his head on your bare tits, “Me too.” He mumbles out, eyes already closed in bliss.

“Les sleep,” you slur out softly and wrap your arms around his head, “so.. Sleepy.” You whisper the last part out before sleep takes over and you’re left in the dark.

.

“... ‘Would you look at that Haru, daddy’s finally getting around to build your crib. After ordering and leaving it in the closet for months.’ You tease softly, holding the camera up as you try to get it to focus on Namjoon who’s sitting in the middle of the room reading a book of instructions with a look of utter confusion on his face.

‘You need help there?’ You laugh softly.

Namjoon looks up at you with his eyes lighting up with joy when he sees both you and your swelling baby bump, ‘You come in here to make fun of me or what?’ He chuckles as he sets the booklet down and holds his hand out to you.

‘No, dropped by to ask for the car keys cause I’m hungry–no, we’re hungry.’ You correct as you rub your belly and step closer.

Namjoon gently pulls you in and nuzzles his face against your tummy, ‘I left the keys in the room by the bed, what’re you gonna get?’ He says as he lays soft kisses over your shirt.

‘A burger or something.’ You reply and angle the camera downwards so you can capture him kissing your tummy, ‘You wanna come? That way you can take a break n stuff since this crib stuff is hard.’ You laugh.

‘Haha, very funny.’ Namjoon rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

‘Love youuuuu.’ You coo as you begin walking away, capturing his own ‘I love you’ just in time before you walk out the door…”

.

Namjoon and you were both wrapped up in bed lazily making out with the TV on in the background. You were SUPPOSED to be watching the new Scream movie that came out but Namjoon had other plans. With him kissing up on you like that it reminded you how rare sex was between the two of you ever since Haru was born. It was like the kid had a sixth sense and knew when you guys were trying to get into the mood and stuff.

You’re surprised he hasn’t started crying through the monitors by now, but you rather not jinx it just yet. You’re both buried under the warm covers which obscures both you and your noises. Namjoon takes it slow, rocking his hips back and forth against yours. His cock fills you to the brim and brings nothing but a pleasant ache and pleasure. This is exactly what you were missing, the intimacy.

Given the circumstances around Haru’s conception you and Namjoon went back to using condoms because you were not about to risk anything (not that you didn’t miss him going bare, which he did a lot during the pregnancy). Soft moans and pleased little sighs left the both of you, between the two of you there were quiet squelching noises that your sopping pussy made from how slicked up you were down there.

“Shit.” Namjoon curses under his breath as he ducks down to hide his face in your neck.

He keeps the same pace up, making sure to hit those sensitive spots that send spiraling in pleasure. Your moans rise a bit in volume but he’s quick to hush you with his lips, not wanting to wake up the baby in fears of ending the one time you can fuck early. Namjoon pants softly and pulls back, reaching down to hike your thigh around his hip to go in deeper.

“Fuck you make me wanna give you another baby.” He groans out, “Gonna look so beautiful, full of our baby,” his eyes close and he shudders in pleasure like he’s thinking about it.

You let out a tiny mewl in response, pussy tightening around his cock at the thought of him knocking you up with another baby, “You’re not playing fair.” You softly pout.

Namjoon breathily chuckles but it dissolves into a moan when you squeeze around his cock again, “Can’t help it, you look too goddamn sexy.” He purrs and rocks into you faster.

The bed frame gently creaks from the increase in speed, you end up whining at the change and quivering, “Right there,” you bury your face in his neck and hold on, “mmm..mm.” He grunts quietly and keeps hitting that spot where you like it, he reaches down to flick his thumb over your clit in time with his thrusts.

Your head falls back and you let out a loud long moan, shivering for a few seconds before going limp as your pussy convulses around his cock. He hisses softly and lets himself fall on you as he rocks into you slowly, trying to stave off his own orgasm but failing miserably because you feel so good.

He throbs and a quiet moan escapes his lips, cum filling the condom (he secretly wishes it was you he was filling up. “Shit.” He lifts himself off of you and rolls on to his back, “Can’t believe we actually got to finish this time.” He chuckles.

You sleepily hum, curling up and closing your eyes, “..I know right..” You mumble softly, already on the verge of falling asleep since you know, that’s the parent life for you now.

Namjoon yawns quietly and leans over to smooch you gently, “Night baby.”

“....Night.” You whisper softly.

.

“Is this..?”

“Yes.”

“..Holy shit, you’re serious. Fuck baby.”

“Are you not happy..?”

“Of course I am baby, I’m excited to have this baby with you. I love you more than life itself, I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you, only if you’ll have me of course.”

“Of course I will you big dummy, why wouldn’t I?”

“I love you two so much..”

“I love you too.”

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[romanoffsbish]

A Bumpy Ride

Scarlett Johansson x Actress!R

Elizabeth Olsen (Wanda) x F!R (a blip of a scene)

Request by: 🦥

A/N: I wrote the EO x R kiss as if I was writing a Wanda fic, literally just wrote the imagined scene. | Also, if this is too beyond what you wanted, feel free to request a do over fic. I might’ve gotten carried away.

Warnings: Jealous/Possessive Scarlett.

Smut: Daddy (Top-R), Kitten (Power Bottom-S), Fingering (S), Face-Riding (S) Kinks: Lactation, Praising, Slight Degradation.

18+ | Minors DNI

Labeled, please don’t report.

Scarlett wore a wide smile as you guided her through the set of your current Marvel film. This was a nice experience for her, watching as the legacy she had an integral part in building continued on through you, and the others.

It was rather bittersweet too though, seeing images from the iconic movies past, when she was younger and in the fittest shape of her life. Now she wears her post pregnancy tummy pouch with reassured pride, and eats a far less restrictive diet as she holds no obligations to have a widely unobtainable superhero physique.

—

Without Marvel she wouldn't have skyrocketed in her career, and she is beyond grateful to them for that, but she more importantly has them to thank for finding you, and the sweet, domestic life she now lived with you and Leo. The pretty little boy grew in her body, but he shared your likeness, as you hadn't the time to be pregnant yourself, so IVF it was until 2026 when your contract with Marvel was finally up.

When you finally turned to take in your wife after droning on about today's filming, you noticed the deep pout she wore, and you softly pecked it away. "What's troubling you, love?"

"I miss Leo," she confessed quietly, and you smiled sadly at her, the ache in your chest was the same as his smiling face tauntingly flashed through your mind, "Me too my love, I miss his kissable little face, and his sweet giggles at the inappropriate hour of 2am," you kissed her pout away, and smiled as she herself giggled.

"It'll be okay soon, my last scenes today and tomorrow you'll have that important meeting, then we'll steal him back from your moms."

Scarlett burrowed into your offered embrace with a muffled huff, "I miss his baby smell."

"Me too," you snorted as you swayed her body.

"Wait, did you say you had a steamy scene with Lizzie today?" Scarlett's mind finally caught up to your previously uttered words, and that once soft pout of hers slipped into a deep scowl.

You chuckled softly, "I'd hardly call it steamy," your wife however wasn't amused, "It's a kiss."

"A kiss that will create a hoopla of rumors."

"Scarlett," you sighed, it was always the same insecurity, and you'd never get mad at her for it, the fans edits can be quite convincing seeing as how you and Lizzie are literal best friends.

"They have been shipping us since the dawn of time, and that's cause I'm an amazing actress," you subtly reminded her of your profession, the one she shares with you, "Do you know how many men I've had to see you macking with?"

Scarlett shrugged, a silent gesture in attempt to brush passed your honest counter to hers.

"It doesn't really matter either, because I am assured every night when I come home to your loving embrace that you're all mine, and it's not a question baby, I'm irrevocably yours."

"I just wish they'd stop it, you know? We're all married now, with our families in the making."

"Yeah, but also Scar, when you agreed to marry me you knew Lizzie was apart of that deal," you teased her as you brought her into the dressing room so you could prepare for the kiss scene.

Scarlett rolled her eyes, it was the truth, she of course saw Lizzie as family, but she didn't have to like the way the world of Hollywood works.

Elizabeth was your first connection at Marvel as you started filming together, so it was no shock that the two of you hit it off. Then your alliance was set in stone from the moment Age of Ultron hit theaters. People shipped your character with Wanda's, but it was a different era, so the palpable chemistry between you and your new friend was swept under the rug, and it was exchanged for a queer coded on screen pining on your character's ends as she explored the more sellable at the time ship with Vision.

As fandoms do though, they took the shipping a step further and soon it was you shipped with Lizzie. Clips from differing press junkets were stitched together, along with solo interviews where you'd be questioned about the other. Elizabeth and you were platonic soulmates, so it was easy for fans to romanticize your replies.

At the time you were out, you never once hid from Hollywood, and neither had Lizzie, she didn't expressly label herself, but the way she spoke so candidly at times gave her away. So the shipping didn't bother either of you much. But it did bother Scarlett, she had her eyes on you from day one, and once she had you she was constantly afraid you'd leave her for the mutual friend who wasn't still hiding away.

Throughout the years it had only got more and more aggressive, and it infuriated your now wife. It occurred at its peak during a time when Scarlett hadn't wanted to have to come out yet. She was still trying her darnedest to wipe away her forced image as a sex symbol, the last thing she needed was creeps fetishizing your love.

However, after about three interviews with your posse of girls during the Infinity War junket your lover finally lost her composure. Four years of having the love she'd built up with you overshadowed by indecent rumors, well that was enough to drive her to break.

They'd handed the three of you a bin of spicy tweets, and when she was handed one to read about you topping Lizzie she lost it, she glared at the unsuspecting man, throwing the ball of paper at him just before staring directly at the camera as she muttered: "The only person Y/N is topping is me, so suck on that scwitch22."

Scarlett wasn't even embarrassed afterwards, she simply took the spot in your lap, and the interview continued on without a hitch, the tweets were significantly thinned out though. No one wanted to risk another outburst from the shockingly intimidating blonde woman.

"Yeah, as our good friend, not my sister wife," Scarlett eventually huffed after moments of silence, she was too busy watching you change. You looked up to see her arms crossed under her enlarged chest, with her plump lips pursed, and you just could not help but to tease her.

"Well, Leo will one day call her auntie, why not change it to mom?" You dodged her hand as she tried to slap your exposed shoulder, "Y/N, stop testing me, I am still rather hormonal, and unless you wish to be on Snapped, I'd stop."

"A feature on my favorite show?" You gasped with a hand flying over your grinning lips, "You're just the sweetest wife ever my dear."

Before she could actually bring life (or death) to her words you snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a pre hair and makeup kiss. "Stop stressing over the press, you have nothing to worry about, I'm yours!"

The kiss was sickeningly soft, and far too quick for either of your likings, "I love you," you whispered against her lips. "I love you too," she tried to mindlessly chase your lips, but as you pulled away with an apologetic smile she pettily grumbled, "I'm also still mad at you."

"Story of my life," you remarked with a laugh and an indifferent shrug of your shoulders.

Scarlett rolled her eyes at your retreating figure, then after three short minutes stood alone she reluctantly (desperately) followed after you to the trailer for hair and makeup.

Watching you getting into character brought a smile to your lover's face, she adored how you took this role so seriously. Resentments to the rumors aside, she admires the way you and Liz had crafted such a beautiful, long winded story for the fans to devour. Today's scene is actually monumental for the MCU, it's the first intimate confirmation for Wanda and Eliza, so she let her anger go in favor of supporting you.

"You're gonna do great," she whispered into your ear from behind your designated chair, she'd seen your tightly furrowed brows, all she wanted to do was make you feel at peace. You slowly peered up from your script to lock eyes with her through the mirror, and she smiled reassuringly along with her words. "Thanks."

Scarlett nodded, "How can I help my love?"

For the next ten minutes you ran lines with her, there was no reason to worry about her leaking the contents, she wasn't Tom Holland. The woman was a MCU veteran, and knew how to deflect even the slipperiest of questions.

A smirk graced her face as the loosely described kissing scene was up next, she was always looking forward to practicing such lines with you, whether for her film or yours, it didn't matter much; the prospect of letting your costar taste her on you was too exciting.

"Hey ladies."

Speak of the devil...

"You ready Y/N/N?" Lizzie side hugged your scowling wife as she spoke to you with a knowing smirk, "You're a cockblock Olsen."

"Can't have you macking on my woman," she jested, dangerously if Scarlett's glare was to be translated, "She's my woman, remember that."

"She was mine first," Lizzie continued to goad your wife, she would've kept going too, and left you with a monster to drive home with if not for the saving grace of your favorite stagehand.

"Mrs. Y/L/N—Johansson, Mrs. Olsen, the set is ready, and the director sent me to collect you."

Lizzie left with him instantly, knowing when to retreat from a standoff with your wife, and you were two seconds away from doing the same, but your stewing wife stopped your attempts. Her hand swiftly cupped the back of your neck, she pulled you into a bruising kiss, tentatively sliding her tongue in your mouth, unfairly arousing you as she groped your clothed ass. She kissed you until you were near breathless, and mindlessly chewing on her fruity gum.

"Scar," you went to whine, but she traced her thumb around your lips to quell your worries. The lipstick was promptly cleaned off your skin, and a fresh layer was reapplied, it was as if she had never even touched her lips to yours. But the dizzy look in your eye tells her the memory was strong enough without the mess.

For the sake of your career she slid her hand into yours, and guided you to your outdoor set, "Go get em tiger," she winked, and you simply chuckled as she referenced your character's feline tendencies, her silly antics always helped to settle your heart, she was the ideal partner.

Scarlett waved to the familiar director before she settled into your chair, then her eyes zeroed in on the leather jacket they slid over to you, and then she saw the motorcycle. Natasha was always on a motorcycle, it was like her signature ride so she was familiar with the set up for the scene. Scarlett had never been on one though, which now that she thinks of it is rather odd since riding was a leisurely passion of yours up until Leo was born. The Harley taking up space in the garage a daily reminder.

That familiar twinge of jealousy returned to her with a renewed passion as soon as she heard the director call 'action' because then she saw a scene play out that she wanted as her reality.

—~~~~~—ACTION—~~~~~—

Wanda was in the process of slipping on her signature red leather jacket, the one she got (stole) from her mentor all those years ago. As soon as the tight fabric melded to her body you were behind her, slipping your hands just below the chilled fabric to grip her by the waist. Wanda hadn't even a moment to think before a squeal of surprise left her parted lips. With an undeniable strength, and incredible ease you lifted the redhead by your grip on her body, settling her onto the bike, then you seamlessly walked around, hand still on hip, so that you could face her, "You're a bit of a show off..."

"I learned from the best," you sadly stated, a subtle nod to the fallen Avenger who'd trained the both of you into the heroes you were today.

Wanda nodded solemnly, a beat of silence held before you went on, "You ready to go honey?"

You went to step away as she nodded, but the redheads hand shot out to wrap around your wrist to halt you. "Would you judge me if I said I was nervous?" You chuckled softly, but your eyes softened when you realized she meant it.

"Baby," the world rolled off your tongue with a familiar ease, and it successfully made the woman blush, "You've literally flown hundreds of miles above ground without a parachute."

"Eliza," she groaned, her grip tightening at your incessant teasing, "I have control over that."

"Yeah, and this is a walk in the park for me baby girl, I am an expert at this sorta thing."

Wanda bowed her head, a new nervousness settling within her bones as you continued to drop the pet names. "What's wrong Wands?"

The redhead picked her gaze back up, shaking her head from side to side, "Nothings wrong."

"You can't hide from me," you pulled a hand free from her loosened grip, and softly caressed her cheek, her breath promptly hitched, "Eli."

"Mhm?" You smiled innocently, but your eyes shone with an understanding that made her stomach erupt with a soft fluttering. Suddenly your faces were closer, breaths mingling as you both waited on the other to close the small gap.

Wanda felt your hand drift to behind her neck, anticipation built within her as you caressed her heated skin softly. Once your eyes fell to her parted lips she knew it was coming, but in a moment of desperation she surged forward to rush the process along. Her lips pressed to yours firmly, there wasn't much room to move at first as she sought to keep you against her, but when she felt your fingers playing with her baby hairs, while your other hand laid against her hip she knew you weren't going anywhere.

You soon guided the kiss, tilting her head with your firmer grip in her hair you slipped your tongue passed her lips. Even with the kiss deepened, you maintained a softness, exploring her mouth with a tenderness that equated to an 'I've loved you for eons, and I will continue to,' she melted into you in total reciprocity.

"We really have to go baby," you whispered once you pulled away, she panted affectedly while your breathing remained steady enough.

"Why?" The witch whined pitifully, "I don't want this moment to end Eliza, it's perfect."

You smiled in agreement, "Yeah, it was."

Wanda pouted as you spoke of the moment in the past tense, meaning it was over, and so you leaned back in to peck it away, "It'll be even better when we get to a safe house sweetheart."

Wanda sighed, "I'm holding you to that then."

"How about I hold you to me instead?" You teased the witch as your leg flew over the bike behind her seamlessly. Wanda rolled her eyes, but she wore a wide smile that you couldn't see.

Wanda melted into your form as you pulled her body back into yours, your arms slid beneath hers so that you could reach for the handles. Her body shuddered once you placed a kiss to the nape of her neck just before you slid a helmet onto her. "Safety first, Avenger or not."

Wanda giggled, then her hand spun in the air, and a helmet appeared over your head next, "The rules apply to you too, nine lives or not."

You snorted, then instead of prolonging the teasing banter you kicked the stand of the bike up, revved the engine, then shot off abruptly.

—~~~~—SCENE—~~~~~—

Scarlett watched the heady kiss without even flinching, it was a bit of a surprise to her, but she found herself envying Elizabeth's chance to ride on the bike with you more so than the making out. The directors had trusted you enough to actually race around the lot, and when you and Lizzie returned in a fit of giggles she felt the jealousy only intensifying. It was not fair to you, but she only gave you a curt nod when you asked if she was okay, she once again cleaned the lipstick off your face, then left to try and simmer her rage inside your trailer.

"What's the matter now?" Lizzie joked from your side, and you only shrugged, but you'd never struggled to read your wife, the way she had glared at the motorbike as if it had killed her entire family was all you needed to know.

This silly scene here opened you up to a future night full of making it up to your wife. You sighed softly before turning to your scene partner, you watched a grin take over her face as a realization of sorts had dawned upon her.

"You're welcome," she winked before turning around to return to the set, you two had one more follow up scene to shoot, and then you'd have to face your attractively jealous partner.

—

The ride home was radio silent; literally, she slapped your hand away when you tried to fill the tense silence with your favorite playlist.

Scarlett pulled into the garage, a heavy sigh left her lips as she unbuckled, but she didn't speak.

Her door slammed shut, she attempted to race into the house, but you were too quick for her. Scarlett's breath hitched when your hands held her firmly in place, "Now, now kitten, why must you make this difficult by running?"

Scarlett tried to keep her angry front up, but when you manhandled her into the air she lost any semblance of control, you spun her around in your hold so that your lips brushed teasingly as you plopped her onto the Harley backwards.

"Is this what you needed baby?"

Scarlett mindlessly leaned back against the handles, her legs spreading as she did, and you couldn't help but to chuckle at the sight of her.

"Such a beautiful, desperate mess you are for daddy, look at you, you're soaked on through."

Scarlett's skin flushed, she didn't need to hear you say it to know it, the lacy, red material was uncomfortably stuck to her skin, and truth be told it had been like that for hours now. Ever since she'd kissed you breathless, and when she watched you handle that scene with a sexy flair she couldn't stop imagining you handling her in a more sinful way. You drove her wild.

"Tell me what you want," you stepped closer to her, ghosting your lips over hers, "I'm not a mind reader baby, but I do aim to please here, so just tell daddy what it is you need from her."

"Can you give me a ride on the bike?" Scarlett was confused herself as the words left her, it was what she genuinely wanted, but you both know she wanted something else much more.

"Oh, I can," you smirked as your lips met hers, "You can ride me however you want Scarlett."

"Fuck," she sucked in a breath as your fingers slid the sticky fabric of her panties to the side.

"Be good for daddy," you coo'd as your fingers trailed teasingly through her folds, she bucked her hips on instinct, causing the bike to shake, so you held her hip down firmly with your free hand, "Relax my love, you know I've got you."

Scarlett's always been super reactive with you, but as she hadn't been touched like this in over six months she was beyond her normal arousal. Her cunt was dripping all over the leather seat, and if it wasn't so hot you might've even cared about it, but honestly the bike needed a polish.

A mewl left your wife's lips as soon as one of your fingers entered her, you kept a slow pace, too afraid to overwhelm her, and even then you still did, she cried out in shock, "I'm leaking."

You looked down, noticing the pebbles of white that left your wife's breasts, she'd only recently stopped breastfeeding your son as her leave was quickly coming to an end. You were truly enamored by the opportunity here, the urge to taste her milk had always been there, but the chance had yet to present itself until now.

"Oh love, that must hurt," you rasped, and the aroused blonde whimpered her agreements as she looked into your blackened orbs, the need you clearly felt for her was palpable, and it only made the sloshing between her legs louder.

You kissed down her jaw, nibbling enough to make her moans sweeter, but not to mar her skin until you reached the valley of her breasts. You sucked harshly, a deeper red blossomed over her hot skin, the sensation only spurred her moans on, and the sound was addicting.

"There you go kitten," you kissed up the side of her sensitive breast en route to her nipple, "Let daddy know how good she's making you feel."

Scarlett nearly toppled your bike over when your lips wrapped around her nipple, the way you curled your fingers just as you began to suckle made her mind go blank, and legs shake. The sound of your delighted moan made her feel an overwhelming warmth, an unexpected wave of pride flooded her chest at the idea that you'd like her milk enough to moan like that.

"Thank you daddy," she clutched tightly to your biceps, curling her nails into the skin for grounding that she usually found in bed sheets. As you moved in rushed kisses over to her other breast you could feel her hips trying to meet your thrusts, shaking your bike again.

"Stay still," you mumbled around her nipple, making her urge to move higher, but even in her dizzy state she still managed to cooperate. In the bed you wouldn't mind, normally you'd encourage her desperate thrusts as you teased her, but this wasn't your usual spot; the bike wasn't exactly the safest place for her writhing.

Scarlett's quick compliance made you beam, "You're always such a good girl for me."

Scarlett smiled dopily, she was a sucker for your praises, her walls clenched tightly around you when you returned her smile. Nothing could ever really describe just how much she loved your beautiful smile, it was almost always all she needed to want to jump your bones.

"Kiss me," she begged, the desperation clear as day when her lip had trembled in anticipation. You didn't waver in your stare as you neglected to give in to her pleas, you instead continued to piston three fingers into her slick hole, curling them every few thrusts, and doing so before you couldn't resist the temptation to kiss her.

"You're close," you panted the truth against her lips as you reluctantly pulled back, if you could you'd kiss her until your lips went numb. She whined, her eyes then fluttered open at the loss of your sensational lips took effect on her. The pleading in the haze of her eyes was clear, she needed you to give her permission, to send her tumbling over that edge. "Go on kitten, come for daddy, mess up my bike like a good girl."

Her back instantaneously arched into your handlebars, the horn being set off as her body trembled, her orgasm had taken it's full effect. You watched in amazement as her arousal gushed around your digits, it was only her first release of the night and she squirted all over.

"Let's get you cleaned up," you whispered as you nibbled down her jawline, soft red marks left behind that you knew would fade come morning, she had a meeting tomorrow after all.

Scarlett was beyond dizzy, your moves turned her brain into mush, but even in a delirious state she knew what she wanted, and she'd get it. You had both always had such high libidos, but with the baby neither of you had the time or better yet the energy to keep up with them.

But in this jealous fueled daze Scarlett was not short on energy, no, only patience. As you went to guide her to the bedroom for aftercare she stopped you, even with shaky legs she managed to shove you down onto the couch, "Lay down, and let me mark my territory," you knew she wasn't asking, clearly you weren't rebutting.

"Thank you daddy," she straddled your thighs so that she could lean in to peck your lips, you saw the way she eyed your top, so as a reward for her manners you slipped it off as she rose.

"Come on kitten, let daddy make you feel good," you beckoned the short circuiting woman forward, and without letting another minute fly by she crawled up your body, her abundant wetness smeared on your skin, and the feeling left you salivating for her essence.

Neither of you felt like teasing tonight, so the blonde plopped her sopping folds onto your face, so you followed her lead, and immediately began to devour her. Raspy, choked moans echoed off the walls of your quaint living room, with how sensitive she was it didn't take long for her to grow sloppy with the way she rode. Without even looking you gripped her hips, now guiding her thrusts, and pressing down harshly to help your tongue reach her deeper.

With your arms wrapped tightly around her thighs you used all your strength to flip her onto her back, the jostling movement led your tongue to press into her sensitive spot just as your thumb showed up to stimulate her clit.

"Oh fuck," Scarlett bucked her hips in sync with your tongue as you continued to fuck her fluttering hole even after her cum shot down your throat, and her entire body subsequently slumped into the lived in couch cushions.

Scarlett's face was serene as she rode out the bliss you'd given her, she tiredly smiled when your lips trailed over her body, tenderness was all that you offered as you kissed over her skin. Lips lingering over the marks she'd despised until you made her love them the way you did.

"Daddy," she groggily whimpered your title, her hands haphazardly reached down for you, and her nails dug into your shoulder blades so that she could pull you up and into her lips.

"You're insatiable Scarlett," you chuckled as she relinquished her lips hold on you, she met your amusement with a smirk of her own, "If you had a smoke show for a wife you'd be too."

"I do," you deadpanned, and she smirked even wider as she winked, "Glad you're self aware."

"Oh, I am, the amount of people that want you is endless," you huffed, a twinge of jealousy to rival hers showing through, but she helped to melt it away with another kiss to your lips.

"We're clearly just Hollywood's hottest couple," she reasoned, "I guess I should have expected all the attention, of course people want you."

"I really do hope you understand that you're all I'll ever want Scarlett," your eyes glistened with happiness, visions of your future with her all you needed to bring you to tears, "You, and Leo are my entire world, nothing will change that."

"I miss him," she reaffirms her earlier feelings, as do you, "Same, I need my bubba butt back."

"But wait, I have a proposal," she mused, and looked to you with a sinful grin and dark eyes.

"I'm listening."

"Well, my meeting won't end until like five, and it's over an hour away to my moms," she spoke with feigned exasperation, "Why would we pick him up tomorrow near his bedtime? That's just irresponsible. We should let him sleep, and use our bonus night off for an overdue date."

"Hmm," you hummed, pretending as if you were actually thinking over her sex coded offer, "I could just pick him up in the morning," you didn't mean it, but you'd never give up the opportunity to tease, and neither would she.

"Nope," she popped the p, and smirked up, "You're coming to the office baby girl, and we'll be taking your bike so no room for the baby."

"Oh, we are now?"

"Yeah, you are my guinea pig for the day as we test out our newest products, I didn't tell you?"

"No, you most certainly didn't," you grumbled, and climbed off of her, she went to protest the loss of your warmth but she didn't get the chance as you threw her over your shoulder.

"If I'm your guinea pig tomorrow, then you're my cum dump for the night," you threw her down onto the mattress, smirking as her dilated eyes widened at your promise, and so you winked. "What? Might as well use our free time wisely."

Scarlett smirked victoriously once you turned away to collect your strap, her plans for a full weekend now coming to life before her eyes. Leo's return will likely be postponed, it's a good thing she already confirmed a Monday pick up.

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❤️ Kaitlyn 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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Carnal desires

Loki x female reader

18+| contains smut, a lot of smut and like barely any plot. My smut feels so repetitive 🙄 or is it just meeee?? Anyways I thought let’s change it up a bit with diff scenarios - these will be very random 😂

Scenario: imagine you and Loki being at some kind of party together maybe with friends etc and the drunker you both get the more you’re giving each other the eye, the I wanna tear your clothes off and bang you right here eyes but you know you can’t so you occasionally smile knowing that as soon as you get home it’s game over.

“I think we’re going to head home now.” You announce, refusing the shot being offered to you by Natasha.

“Home? The nights just beginning.” She insists, looking around at your peers for support.

“Me and Loki need to be up early tomorrow” you lie “besides, I’ve already had too much to drink.”

“Yes, me too.” Loki agreed, wondering why you both had to be up tomorrow.

“Yep, so we better be going.” You smile politely at everyone, grabbing Loki’s hand before dragging him out of the club and slamming your lips onto his in a kiss that leaves you both dizzy.

“Why do we have to be up early tomorrow?” He asks breathlessly.

“We don’t.” You answer, kissing him again before breaking the kiss to order an Uber.

The whole journey you and Loki barely pull apart, either kissing each other or subtly touching hoping that the driver is none the wiser. The more your lips moved against one another’s, the slower the kiss was as if you were savoring the flavour of whisky on his tongue. His lips moved to your neck as your head fell back against the headrest behind you, granting him further access as your eyes fell closed before feeling the car come to a stop.

“Loki, baby, we’re home.” You spoke, making him look up at you as the driver cut his eye at you in the rear view mirror.

“Home.” He repeated, pausing his administrations before getting out of the car and almost falling as he sped to your side of the car, opening the door. You stepped out, Loki offering his arm for support as you walked back towards the apartment.

The elevator ride up was passed with giggling and quick pecks before you finally reached home. You struggled putting the key in the door as Loki kissed your neck from behind you. Once you were finally inside, you almost tripped in before Loki caught you, spinning you around to face him before pulling you into a passionate kiss. He pressed you against the wall, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, kicking the door closed in the process.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night.” He spoke between kisses, unbuttoning his shirt, the both of you sobering up a little at the prospect of finally being able to give into your carnal desires. “You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off of you.” He continued, leaving open mouth kisses across your collar bones. You pushed his shirt off of him before running your hand down his bare chest, reveling in the feeling of finally being able to touch his skin. Your hand ventured lower before you moved it against his growing length still covered by his trousers.

“Oh I think I have an idea.” You grinned as Loki lifted your dress. You helped free his cock knowing that this was going to be a quick, hard fuck. There wasn’t going to be any pleasantries exchanged, this was going to be two people chasing their orgasms like a moth to a flame. Your head fell back against the wall behind you as he lifted one of your legs, securing it against his waist as he used his free hand to venture between your thighs.

“You didn’t wear any panties” he almost cooed “good girl.”

You bit your lip at the praise, hearing the sound of his fingers gliding through your slick folds. You continued palming him before he retracted his fingers, spreading your arousal along his length before pressing it against your entrance. Your lips met as he entered you. He set a fast pace, fucking you against the wall as your moans filled the space. His hand crashed against the wall next to your head as he steadied himself, feeling your walls gripping him. His head fell into the crook of your neck as he continued moving against you. You were both so close, Loki panting in your ear as you dug your nails into his back, moaning his name.

“I’m gonna cum.” He spoke in your ear, licking the shell of it as you spoke incoherently, saying a variation of the same. He thrust a few more times before stilling his movements, shooting his load deep inside of you spurring on your own orgasm. You stayed like that for a few moments, unmoving, basking in your joint high before you felt a mixture of you both leaking out of you as Loki began to pull out. You smiled to yourself knowing that sex like this was always followed by a shower together.

Scenario: imagine inviting Loki over for dinner at your parents house before they suggest you both stay the night considering it’s late now and home is a long drive away.

“Loki we can’t” you insisted, deciding to give him a hand job instead of the full throttle which is what you both truly desired “my parents are right next door.”

“Then we’re just going to have to be very quiet aren’t we.” He winked, turning his head towards you and kissing you.

“We can’t.” You said again, breaking the kiss as you tried to stroke him to completion knowing that feeling his erection against you all night was going to make you give in and ride him to the high heavens so it was better this way.

“Say you don’t want to and we won’t.” He assured, looking into your eyes lovingly as you narrowed your gaze at the annoyingly handsome man. Of course you wanted to. Wordlessly, you stopped the movement of your hand around his cock and kissed him. Loki made his way on top of you, pressing you against the bed as you widened your legs, welcoming him between them. Reaching between you both, Loki pulled your panties to the side as his cock rested against your hipbone.

“Are you sure?” He whispered, looking down at you.

“Gosh, yes.” You stressed before Loki smiled, mostly to himself and entered you slowly. You instantly regretted this, the feeling euphoric as he bottomed out. It was going to be torture to keep silent.

“You feel so good.” He grunted, thrusting into you.

“Shh.” You answered, eyes tightly shut as you tried to focus on not making a sound. He moved slowly, not wanting the headboard to bang against the wall but it made the feeling even more overwhelming. He filled you completely, barely pulling out before filling you again. You felt him everywhere, shrouding you as you bit into his shoulder trying to stifle your moans. He moved his hips differently, grinding into you as your eyes flew open.

“Fuckk Lokii.” You panted.

“Shh.” He warned cheekily, continuing his movements as you clenched your walls around him causing his eyes to roll backwards. Before long he was whispering in your ear, telling you how perfect you were, how good you felt as you quietly moaned, your climax threatening to consume you. One of your hands played with his hair as he increased his pace, his words turning into breathy moans as you both lost control. Needless to say, Loki was never invited to stay over again.

Scenario: now imagine being an Avenger and avenger Loki takes a bullet for you during a mission. Despite being on the same team, you didn’t get along very well so this was shocking to say the least and definitely definitely erotic.

Once you got back from the mission, Loki was carried away to the infirmary whilst you followed along, wanting to ensure he was alright considering he had lost a lot of blood. Despite being shot, he asked you if you were alright after shoving you out of the way of the bullet which left you falling to the floor. You quickly nodded before his leg gave way, sending him to the ground as you called for backup. Since then, you had been comforting him on the journey home despite not being on the best of terms with Loki most of the time.

“Y/n, we’ll take it from here.” Banner stopped you, gesturing to himself and the nurse accompanying him.

“No, I want to go in too, I promised.” You insisted, strangely protective of Loki.

“You can visit him once he’s stable.” He stated, Steve pulling you backwards before you gave up, knowing he was in safe hands. Ignoring whatever pep talk Steve was giving you, you made your way to your room, slamming the door behind you before making your way into the shower.

The water streamed through your hair and down your body as you replayed the mission. If you weren’t so careless with your danger perception, Loki would be fine right now. This was all your fault.

You changed into some comfortable clothes before making your way back to the medwing where Thor was leaving Loki’s room. You felt nauseous, expecting Thor to reprimand you for allowing his brother to be harmed but instead he hugged you.

“I’m so glad you’re alright.” He spoke into the crook of your neck as you hugged him back.

“How’s Loki?” You asked, confused as to why Thor wasn’t angry.

“He’s fine, just asleep, however Banner said that if the bullet had hit you, it probably would have been fatal.” He continued as you paled.

“Fatal.” You uttered, shocked at the prospect of having potentially died today.

“It was vibranium, it would have severed your artery and gone straight through you. You humans are very fragile, too mortal.”

“Oh” you answered, still shocked “yes.”

“But don’t fret” he beamed, breaking the hug “you’re healthy and Loki is fine, he’s already healing.”

“Good.” You smiled.

“Come on, let’s go get something to eat, he’ll be awake later on and you’ve probably not eaten since breakfast.” Thor suggested. You went with him, thinking about how Loki had saved your life.

Once you had eaten, you went back down to the infirmary hoping that Loki was awake now. Through the blinds you could already see that he was. You knocked the door before pushing it open, eyes meeting Loki’s.

“You know you really are stupid.” You spoke.

“Oh no, I know” he dismissed, waving one of his hands “I take a bullet for the girl and she berates me.” He huffed, causing you to smile, him mirroring it.

“How are you?” You asked, making your way to him.

“Well my thigh is killing me and now I’ve got to call the nurse to change the dressing.” He answered.

“Oh don’t bother calling the nurse, I’ll do it.” You offered knowing it was the least you could do.

“You can change a dressing?” He asked incredulously.

“You can change a dressing” you mocked, mimicking him “yes I can change a dressing, I can also stitch together a wound and roundhouse kick you to the floor.” You warned.

“Oo, scary.” He grinned.

“Come on, let me see.” You prompted, sitting at the edge of the bed as he uncovered his thigh. You were intrigued by how much it had healed already and couldn’t help but run your hand around the area. Loki watched you as you stared down at the cut intensely before feeling your hand just a little too high causing him to flinch.

“Stop!”

“Sorry.” You quickly apologised leaving him regretting his outburst.

“I didn’t mean to snap, it’s just—” he began before pausing.

“Yes?”

“I’m-I’m a little—sensitive.” He rushed out.

“oh OH oh, sorry, yes of course.” You answered, ignoring how flushed you felt at the realisation before you exchanged an awkward smile with Loki and began setting out the things you needed from his bedside table.

Loki bit the inside of his cheek as he tried to focus on remaining as flaccid as he could despite how tenderly you were touching him. It felt impossible, like pushing a huge boulder up a mountain although, he was sure he could muster up enough seidir to do even that unlike this. Sweat began beading on his forehead, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he wondered how long this was going to take. He tried to remove his focus from you and your dainty little hands and how they’d look caressing him and focus on something more morbid instead. Asgard burning, No, NO, he scolded himself thinking about how much he’d like that. Right, think of something else, he began internally until you interrupted.

“Um” you uttered, just above a whisper noticing that Loki was now sporting a semi. Hearing you, Loki was aghast as he realised.

“Oh norns, y/n, I’m so sorry.” He apologised.

“No it’s fine, it’s nice—NATURAL, it’s natural” you quickly corrected yourself before dropping the gauze which fell under the bed. Huffing, you made your way onto the floor to pick them back up before lifting your head and realising that you were now kneeling between Loki’s legs, eye level with his erection. You glanced up at him as he looked down at you with an unreadable expression as you began talking, unable to stop yourself. “Well considering this is all my fault” you began, running your hand up his uninjured thigh “maybe I should take care of your little problem.”

“Little?” Loki scoffed before apologising as you rolled your eyes.

Licking your lips, you freed his cock, moving your hand up and down it soothingly as Loki released a breath. Moving closer, you lowered your head before licking the tip of his cock, reveling in the taste of him. You took him in your mouth, flicking the tip with your tongue as Loki began to pant. One of his hands bunched up into she sheet below him as you sucked his cock, picking up his free hand and placing it against the back of your head to guide your movements.

“Oh y/n, who knew you were so naughty” he sniggered, hips thrusting up a little as you deepthroated him “naughty naughty girl.”

You wrapped your hand around the base of his length, looking up at him as you sucked just the tip, a smirk painting his face. You continued until you felt his body tensing, hips stuttering as he came into your mouth, you swallowing.

“Good girl.” He praised, wiping the corner of your mouth as you released him, standing back up. “Well that’s one way of thanking me” he smiled “I should take bullets more often.”

“Don’t breathe a word of this to anybody.” You warned.

“Of course.” He assured before you spun on your heels to leave and relieve the tension growing in your abdomen at the sight of Loki’s erect cock let alone the taste.

“Y/n wait” he called after you, “the wound.” But you were already gone.

Now I want more 😂 hope you enjoyed! The last one was my favourite

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[lovelykhaleesiii]

hi, other half, I've came to beg you to write some smutty thing for me. You once posted sth about riding Aegon's belly and yOU BITCH, I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT IT SINCE THEN. So I'm begging you, queen of chubby!aegon, to write something about getting off on Aegon's fat belly (and u know the details, i know u do bc we share the same mind).

i love u, please and thank u🤍🥺

I LOVE YOU! and whoopsie, I can't help it if my thotty thots overtake your mind <3 lord have mercy, I really took my time with this one boo, like I actually lost myself AHAHA you know what they say, great minds think alike :))) hope you enjoy lovely x

Satisfied, Yet?

PAIRING: chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader.

WORDS: 2,464.

WARNINGS: NSFW, slight mention of fatphobic comment, thigh/stomach riding, p in v sex, swearing.

Since being anointed as King, Aegon's life had altered drastically. Most of these changes not only seeped into his political stance in the realm, or in his dutiful role of upholding social responsibilities, although in his physicality, too. Since, having been betrothed to Aegon from his long, before days as Prince till now, you'd been front row and center to all these unfolding changes...

Nonetheless, at the very least you were quite absorbed in all the theatrics, particularly relishing in your husband's growing figure.

Aegon had always been an envoy to gluttony since his youth, his habits had only recently begun to swell from a boy's meager appetite into a man's. Since his coronation, Aegon, with you loyally by his side, had been invited and exposed to plentiful feasts, tourneys, banquets and celebrations in honor of his succession, with copious amounts of succulent roasts, pastries, sweets, treats and wine, that could fulfillingly feed the entire realm thrice. It was inevitable that such a habit of glutton would overtake…

Although you modestly dined in moderation, Aegon often found himself feasting, ravishing through the delectable flavours each region of the realm had to offer to their newly appointed King, eagerly hoping to appease his Grace.  As time went on, you found that his table manners had become wilted, as he’d often lost focus, disengaging in conversations, too enraptured by gorging himself on the delicacies offered to him by his meek subjects. You’d even occasionally witness him satisfyingly licking the tasteful grease off of his now thick, pudgy fingers, savoring the sacred moment, as his other free hand massaged his full, distended belly. 

In doing so, and unknowing to Aegon’s own naked eye, his appetite grew just as rapid as his waistline. His grandsire, the Hand, Otto Hightower, often eyed the King with disgust although, so long as Aegon showed up to such meaningful events, he did not protest. Nor did the Dowager Queen, Alicent, for she grew weary and apprehensive to provoke Aegon, now that he was King. Thus, no one dared to fuss. 

If you were being frank with yourself, you intently observed Aegon’s newly found habits, not in a parallel way to his grandsire, although with lust. Aegon’s appetite was what you’d believed, fit for a King. The repercussions of this, you reaped bashfully, as you gradually watched your beloved husband's figure swell. He maintained muscle, through occasional combat training and flights with Sunfyre, although now a visible layer of fat had grown all over, padding the muscle beneath. His legs, once modestly average sized, had now grown to be as thick as tree trunks, along with his bulky biceps and forearms to match. Although the centerpiece of attraction was his abdominal region, now protruding over his hidden waistline, the soft flesh hung, resting over his stocky thighs whenever you found him lounging. 

Gods be good, was it a mission to remain incessantly composed for hours when you were present to spoil your longing eyes upon your dear husband sprawled comfortably upon the Iron Throne… He’d grown into the seat, the fat of his thighs digging into the edge, subtly hanging over its edge, as he just managed to fit in. The image was stupendously ingrained into your brain, and the only thoughts that you could muster were sinful. 

Nonetheless, Aegon remained oblivious to the venereal effect his appearance was having on you…

****

“Fuck-” Aegon frusturatingly huffed.

“What is it, my love?” You concerningly question. Slowly closing the pages of your novel that rested against your lap, as you turned to face your husband, you had been greeted with an exasperated Aegon, his plump cheeks reddened from all the bustling noises you’d mindlessly heard in the background whilst reading. 

“It seems I am in need of a new fitting. I have been struggling to button these trousers on, dearest, not to mention how uncomfortably tight they now feel,” Aegon sulkingly protested. You carefully watched on, as you witnessed Aegon curiously pondering over his reflection in the mirror of your shared compartment. The pantaloons he’d been whining about, he’d just managed to dress, although remained loose and unsecured where it should have been buttoned and fitted. Instead, his portly belly hung low, his flesh engulfing over the opening and seams of the pants. 

“Be honest before the Gods dearest, have I grown?” Aegon uttered, as he turned to face you sharply, his hands gliding over his swollen belly, as the one squeezed the mold of fat over where his ribs lay protected beneath.

“I-uh, I do not know what you mean, dearest. Y-You look fine,” You meekly respond, unable to maintain direct eye contact, once Aegon was done sizing himself down, returning his gaze unto you. A stern look had brewed across his face, as you lowered your head to the book on your lap, fiddling with its torn edges.

“Do not toy with me, Y/N. Be honest, at the very least, I command that you speak the truth before your King. Have I grown…fat?” A distaste apparent in his stern voice, Aegon looked upon you with fretful eyes. 

Your reluctant gaze had softened with adoration. You did not wish for Aegon to feel even the slightest tinge of shame for his change, nor did you want him to think it possible, that you were revolted by the very sight of your husband.

“Y-You may have grown somewhat in size, but Aeg, that does not mean I love you any less. No lesser, than the day my maiden eyes had laid upon you.” 

Although you spoke warmly of the truth, Aegon refused to believe. Disapprovingly shaking his head in protest, he tore his attention away from you, avoiding eye contact as his glistening, lilac eyes had now wandered to the ground beneath his feet. His hands nervously gliding up and down the sides of his thick thighs, as he slowly seated himself down over the edge of the bed, an audible creak of the wooden frame fracturing the silence. 

“People must look upon us, and feel pity unto you, my wife. For look at the ‘hog’ she has now binded herself to-”

“Aegon, please-” You firmly interjected, racing over towards your husband, as you gracefully knelt before him, your hands now appearing tiny, sprawled against his large thighs, gripping the flesh for stability. 

“Aeg, look at me-” Your hand reached over, tugging at his fatty chin to redirect his attention solely onto you. 

“They-” Your fleeting eyes darting towards the shut door and back towards him, indicating to the world beyond.

“-should not matter. I would never say such vile things, nor could I ever think of you like that.” 

Aegon remained chillingly quiet, although you’d faintly glimpsed a sudden glint in his eyes, as his fixed attention lingered over your soft lips. 

“Prove it.” 

His sudden words took a solid few seconds to register in your mind, before you’d fathomed its meaning. Prove so, how? 

You knew exactly what was required of you. Your readiness for this moment had been stirring amid the quiet moments against the bustle and haste, of the banquets and festivities you’d both attended, that you often found yourself reservedly pondering in your own lustful thoughts, envisioning many things… 

“Sit properly on the bed,” You boldly uttered, as you stood yourself up, pushing yourself up from Aegon’s knees, leaning yourself ever so slightly forward that the evident cleavage in your tightly fitted gown were brazenly displayed to Aegon, as you stood swiftly. It made you innocently chuckle seeing Aegon smacking his juicy lips in response, as he strugglingly shuffled himself atop the bed, right towards the center of the wooden headboard. His large, rough hands steadily rubbed against the tight fabric of his thighs in anticipation for what was to come, as he intently observed you from afar. 

Both your undivided attention remained mutually onto each other: a faint, tender smile appearing on your face, as you noticed the hunger in Aegon’s eyes [mildly similar to how he gushed over the plated feasts], a smirk beaming across his face. 

Slowly walking over towards him, you’d managed to hike the front of your dress up sensually, before crawling atop the bed, only to find yourself straddling your beloved husband. Your legs had been stretched out broadly, accommodating for his wider frame, as his stomach pushed against the sensitive region of your lower abdomen and entrance. Gods, did his thighs feel so tender and soft beneath your ass, as you comfortably lowered yourself down, readjusting your position. Your arms instinctively stretch over towards his neck line, as your fingers begin to tangle and pull on the platinum, short strands from behind. 

It seemed the warm, tense friction of your body against Aegon’s was already beginning to stir the new King, pleasantly.

Closing in the distance between your faces, as your moist lips teasingly hovered over his plump ones. 

“You want me to prove it, baby… So be it,” You softly whispered, the warmth of your breath Aegon had inhaled, unable to remain patient, the young King pushed his mouth against yours, his tongue shoving its way through in exchange for a long, passionate kiss. Somehow, his pudgy hands had managed to find their way towards your backside, roughly squeezing the flesh of each cheek, you were certain his fingerprints would remain evident. 

Almost in tune to a rhythm, you began to pace yourself in a loop, slowly rocking forwards and back against the thin fabric of Aegon’s strained pants, your body shoving in deeper towards his distended belly, before leaning back to give him some momentary relief. 

“Mhmm,” Aegon lowly moaned, as one hand remained glued to your tender ass cheek, whilst the other snaked its way firmly behind your back, his rough hand gripping your neck, his thick fingers entangled in your hair, as he massaged the base of your head. 

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me, seeing you become this-” You breathlessly whimpered, as you tore apart your lips from his to speak. 

Aegon sensed the sincerity in your tone, and the soft, pleasing look in your eyes, as you ached for him. You could’ve sworn he could physically feel the throbbing sensation pulsating from your moist cunt, against the soft flesh of his full gut. 

“And what is it that I have done? What is it that you wish to do to me, my sweet, sweet angel?” 

Your pace had subtly quicked, briefly feeling Aegon trying to align your cunt to his cock, he undoubtedly was not expecting your next move. 

Insisting Aegon to recline himself further back into a semi-fowler position, the plentiful, fluffed cushions supporting his heavy mass in conjunction to the solid headboard hidden beneath. You swiftly shuffled yourself further up his body, thrusting yourself forward with enough momentum that you now sat atop, straddling his doughy, bloated stomach beneath. Your hands now gripping dearly onto his broad, dense shoulders, nails digging into the cloth-like fabric of his white shirt, as you further continued to thrust against him, riding his flesh beneath deeply and vigorously. 

“Fuck, Y/N-” He growled, as his grip remained strained onto your hips, as they rhythmically bucked forwards and back, desperately riding in deeper into his mass. 

“See-uh-See, what you’ve done to me, this, all of this-” You squeeze a little more into the flesh of his skin, pulling at the fat that embodied your husband, signifying his tremendous growth. Your moistened cunt began to coat his pale, soft skin stripped with reddened marks and stripes all along his sides and below, with your sweetness, as his shirt hiked up against your movements. 

“L-Look, my King, look at exactly what you’ve done to m-me-” You bashfully utter, as your spine instinctively arches, the collision and smacking of your skin against his continued to be heard in such close proximity, only muffled by either of your mindless moans and grunts. Nestled between your lower cunt and backside, you could feel something poking through, Aegon’s thick cock beginning to swell, feeling its pulsating urge beneath the strained fabric, the incessant need to shove itself inside of you grew with each movement. 

“Hmmf-” Aegon’s heavy, volatile breathing grew rapidly: as he ate himself to swell, his efforts became strained, often catching him huffing and puffing after hiking up a dense flight of stairs. 

“Come on, Aegon- I-I’m so close already-” You stutteringly whimper, sensual moans mindlessly interrupting your words. Now your wetness began to lubricate his succulent, fleshy skin entirely, as your cum pooled beneath, making your movements easier, gliding over his portly stomach. Where his lean pecs had once been, now a thick layer of adipose mounted over: one hand remained gripped to his shoulder, desperate for the stable support, whilst the other firmly cupped and squeezed at his enlarged, swollen pec. The roughness of your touch against the sensitive site, scored a loud plea for your name from his lips, that momentarily left your lifted breasts, before resuming to suckle on your soft skin. 

“Prove me wrong, baby. Prove me so fucking wrong-” Aegon groaned and moaned desperately, his grip remained firm as he tried desperately to shove you down deeper into his body. 

Instantly, you felt your pulsating cunt drench his swollen, soft belly as you pleasantly cried out, moaning Aegon’s name like a banshee in the night. His cock beneath you twitched in response, some moistness had brewed and seeped beneath its place, for it seemed Aegon was just as close to pumping, making a mess of himself. Although, as surprisingly swift as he could be for his size, Aegon thoroughly knew his way around your body, despite the changes to his own. His pants already undone from before, he could easily lift you up momentarily, pulling it down further enough for his bare cock to protrude through, aggressively shoving himself into you as you now remained atop. His thick cum coating your inner walls, as his veiny, fat cock grazed over your sweet spot, whilst your walls clenched on his thick cock. 

“Fuck, baby-” He subtly mouthed,  as he prompted himself further up, although his belly innately blocking his way, as he tried to lean over towards your own feeble body. The pace of your breathing now in sync with his, as your heated bodies lunged over towards one another for support, he held your weak self in his bulky arms, Aegon’s dense cock still remained inside of you, its strong pulse echoing from within your walls. 

“Satisfied, yet?” You helplessly pant, as you reluctantly pull yourself out of Aegon, repositioning yourself laying, nestled by his side. 

“I guess I should hold back on training for a little while longer, I wouldn't want to lose this figure, if that’s what I’ll be expecting, dear wife.”

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[neteyamsluvr111]

[Aged Up]Neteyam x AFAB!Metkayina!reader

Cw: thigh riding, dom!reader, sub!neteyam, handjob, cum consumption, scenting, marking, praise, slight mention of overstimulation

Authors Note; Enjoy lol. Pt2 Otw!

Wc; 1758

His back was arched up, toes curling harshly and breathes quick as he forced his eyes shut. Oh Great Mother, your fingers worked magic on his large cock, stroking his length and twisting your hand expertly around him while peppering his jaw in soft kisses. A thin layer of sweat gathered on his forehead as he creased the skin of his brows.

Never in his life had he ever been so submissive, until you came along. You simply brought the man to his knees. And when you offered him a beneficial relationship between the two of you where you just relieve that pent up stress thet you'd have from the long days of training and taking care of your respected siblings, he simply couldn't refuse.

"F-fuck,baby.." He spoke in English, rendering you confused at the unknown words, but still turned on from the whiny way he spoke them. He turned his head away from for a moment, one hand gripping the carpet below him as he writhed in the pleasure he was receiving. "Too much, Y-ah-Yawne," He spoke in Na'vi this time around, throwing his head back as a whimpered forced itself from his throat.

Your thighs subtly clenched together at the sight, pulling your lip between your sharp canines to stop the groans that itched to surface from your chest at his whining. "C'mon, sweet boy. You can handle it. Can't you, mighty warrior?" He groaned at your pet names, his cock pulsing in your hand. "I'm s..I'm so clo-se..ahh fuck" His regularly deep voice went up a few pitches, squeaky and loud as a whine left his dampened lips.

His ears pressed down to his head and he cracked his eyes open to peer at the girl giving him so much pleasure. His free hand shakily moved up to push some stray hairs behind your ear, forcing you to flinch at the sudden touch and force your gaze away from his hard cock. His next words sent shivers down your spine, earning a silent gulp from you.

"Kiss me– please," He begged breathlessly, his pupils doubling in size as he mewled softly. You hummed, quickening your handy work and you tilted your head at him. A kiss wouldn't necessarily hurt, and it would be hot to swallow his sweet moans when he came. You couldn't help but smirk a bit while using your free hand to grip his sharp jaw and bring his face to yours, smashing your plump lips onto his much damper ones.

He mewled at the feeling, pushing himself impossibly closer to you. You gently bit on his bottom lip, earning yourself a pleasurable shiver from the male before you were able to tangle your tongue with his, tasting that sweet fruit he had been snacking on mere moments ago on his muscle. The Navy skinned boy pulled away suddenly, throwing his head back while his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his mouth falling into a wide 'O' shape, and a harsh shudder vibrating through his body.

He was cumming. Hard. A deep guttural moaned ripped from his throat. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, please~" The words left his pretty mouth in gasps. He didn't even know what he was begging for. Perhaps a second to catch his breath due to your continuing pace on his now purple tinted cock. Thick ropes of his semen sprayed out of his tip, coating his stomach, chest, and even a bit of his chin in the thick liquid.

You bit your lip and moaned sweetly,nearly orgasming from seeing his pleasure alone, and you hadn't even been touched yet. "S'too much— please, Yawntu–!" He whined out, writhing under your touch. You took pity on the boy and begrudgingly removed your hand from his large, twitching cock. You hummed, grinning a bit and you stared down at your masterpiece. You were quick to learn down and lick up all of his cum, cleaning your pretty canvas up.

Your tongue ran from his overstimulated cock to his toned torso, up to his hard chest and stopping at his chin. You swallowed the liquids up with a purr, now peppering his sharp jaw in light kisses to soothe the panting man. "Did I make you feel good, 'Teyam?" You mewled, licking and sucking on his jaw.

The man moaned at your needy tone. "Shit, princess. Hardest I've ever cum, baby. You're so perfect for me, knowin' exactly how to please me." He groaned out, a sharp grin settling onto his pretty face as he brushed a curly strand of your hair behind your ear. You bit your lip and eyes him seductively, eyes half lidded and pupils blown with want and need.

"Wanna make you feel good too..." he mumbled out when you subtly mounted his thigh and began grinding against it, slick soaking through you thin loincloth and slicking up his pretty, toned thigh. You leaned down and ran your tongue along the shell of his ear before gently sucking and nibbling on the lobe. "Wanna mark you up, show everybody who you belong to." You mumbled in his ear, tongue now running down the shell of it to his jaw, then his neck, until in stopped at where his shoulders met his neck.

You teased that spot, licking, sucking, and grazing your sharp canines over the sensitive skin. You knew the thoughts were wrong and how much shut the both of your would get into if you did, but a part honestly couldn't give two fucks about that.

You hated how the other Metkayina girls subtly flirted with the clueless Neteyam and you always made sure to leave your scent on him just in case one of the bitches wanted to try some shit. But they were getting more confident, coming to the conclusion that you were technically his Karyu and teaching his the ways of the Metkayina, so of course he would reek of your scent for a while.

You hated when you talked to him and got whiffs of other woman, so you made sure to always lead him into a secluded place where you could put your mark on him and bathe him in your scent by kissing him or leaving well hidden marks in his skin.

Now though, the thought of proudly marking him as yours consumed your every thought,and Neteyam wasn't exactly helping. "Please. Want everyone to know who I belong too." He hummed in thought, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyed the way you quickened your grinding on his thigh. "You'd like that, Hmm?" You teased some more,gently pressing your teeth into his neck.

He playfully growled at the pleasurable feeling, baring his neck more for you. You brought a hand up to grip his jaw firmly in place and just before you could sink your teeth in and fully indulge, a voice sounded outside of the Marui, rendering both young adults frozen.

"Neteyam, you in there?" The sweet voice of Tsireya spoke out, not making any moves to pull the flap open. Neteyam waited anxiously for the moment to happen, thinking of what excuse he should make up as to not expose them. And yet, a part of him kinda wanted her to. Expose them, so everyone knows he'd spoken for.

"Go on, don't ignore my little sister, Tey." You whispered sweetly, going back to nibbling and licking at the crook of the males neck, anticipation palpable between the two. Neteyam swallowed whining lowly and frowning. A clear signal that he could care less about the girl out there and wanted to get back to you.

When you stopped your ministrations, he knew better than continue being disobedient. "Uh, y-yeah, I'm in here, changing. What do you need?" He cleared his throat as to not seem suspicious when his voice stuttered after you begun to continue your ministrations.. "Oh! Okay. Well, Leina is ready for your guys' date." She giggled out, excitement with an undertone of teasing clear in her tone. "She said to just meet her by the canoes."

Neteyam's eyes widened, heart dropping to his stomach. You were quick to freeze, slowly inching your face away from the man's body as to glare at him. "'Date'?" You mouthed a hint of hurt in your eyes which was quickly masked by amusement. "Oh." Neteyam let out, dazed for a few moments before realizing he had to continue this short conversation.

"Yeah.. Yeah, of course. I'll be out there soon." He spoke with a clear tone, the underlining of boredom making an appearance. Tsireya hummed before the sound of her steps retreating filled the tense air.

You and Neteyam stood still for a few moments, not wanting say anything just yet incase Tsireya could still hear you both. "Well," You scoffed, a grin making its way over your lips. "Can't ever get enough, hmm?" You gave a few pats to Neteyam's cheek before rising up to your feet, looking around the room for your accessories.

"W-wait," Neteyam quickly scrambled to get up, fixing his loincloth to–poorly– cover his still apparent bulge. He watched nervously as you carefully gathered your things, beginning to put them back on. "We– I don't– this isn't—fuck..." The man groaned when the words failed to escape past his lips. You laughed softly. Nearly finished dressing.

"Shhh, sweet thing. No need to sweat just yet. I'd suggest you have your fun before later. Cause you have a big punishment coming." You laughed out, looking over your shoulder at him sinisterly before you finished tying up your necklace. Neteyam froze, watching as you wasted not a single second more before taking your leave.

He gulped, mind racing a bit as he thought about what you said. His heart was beating a mile a minute and yet, his cock was still straining, if not more than before.

He looked down at the prominent bulge, groaning as he threw his head back. He'd have to take care of this before he needed to leave.

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AN; Ending was rushed and kinda sucks but it's okay bc part two finna HIT!!

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[delafiseaseses]

Half Life 1 is an interestin' game (and the themes go to the entire series, so, uh, spoilers for all of it).

It's a game where there's a certain inevitability to things. Gordon will have to push that crystal into the anti-mass spectrometer. The second he got on the Black Mesa Transit System it became inevitable. Hence why the first time we see G-Man is on that journey.

But, even if it wasn't Gordon, it'd've been someone else. Breen was pushing for it, G-Man was involved in it and his "Employers" were counting on it and who knows what other forces were involved too.

Half Life 1, and Half Life overall, is a linear game series. Most linear games are, when you think about it, inevitable stories. Tram rides. Half Life subtly alludes to this fact. Even the final "choice", also done on a tram, isn't really a choice at all "Do as I say or die".

In Half Life 2 G-Man just outright says it, "Rather than offer you the illusion of free choice, I will take the liberty of choosing for you...", even that illusion was something he was no longer bothered with.

Even with G-Man's is partially impeded by the Vortigaunts, he finds the perfect moment to get to Freeman and to taunt Eli. Unforeseen consequences.

The Vortigaunts blocked G-Man from Freeman, so he went into the past and took Alyx. "A previous hire has been unable — or unwilling — to perform the tasks laid before him. We have struggled to find a suitable replacement. Until now." even linear time cannot stop G-Man from getting his way. Alyx may've been around in 2 and the episodes, but she was already doomed to be the next 'hire'.

The capture was also an 'illusion of choice'. He offered Alyx a "choice", asked her a question "What would you want nudged, Ms Vance?", but he already knew what he would do "What if I could offer you something you don't know you want?".

Though, there's another part right before that line that I cut out "Too large [a nudge], given the interests of my employers.", G-Man is the most powerful singular thing we ever get to see. He's still working under something else.

And, who knows, maybe they're working under something else too.

Gordon got on that tram before he was even playable. G-Man got on his tram offscreen. Whatever is beyond him... must've gotten on a tram too.

An isotope doesn't choose its half-life. The rules of reality dictate it. A half-life character doesn't choose its existence, either. It is dictated for them.

Hmm, a little off-topic conclusion aside: it's really no bloody wonder The Stanley Parable started as a Half-Life 2 mod, is it?

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[skyefullofdaisies]

The ending we got was devastating as hell but can you imagine if it had been the other way?

Crowley agreeing to go to Heaven with Aziraphale? Either of his own free will or, maybe, The Metatron subtly threatened them both to come along quietly or else? Making it clear he wasn’t offering Crowley the choice to be re-angelfied but that it *would* be happening whether he liked it or not?

That the final scene is not the elevator ride for Az & the Bentley with Crowley. There’s no kiss but it shows our Ineffable Husbands riding the elevator up. It shows the anxiety and fear for both of them. Instead of the desperate kiss the camera pans down to either Aziraphale or Crowley taking the others hand firmly in a small act of defiance (and comfort) not caring that The Metatron is right there next to them and can see it. The elevators open to other angels standing there and they immediately separate Crowley and Aziraphale. Both fighting to get back to the other while The Metatron tuts and says there’s no need for all the dramatics. That he just doesn’t want to delay having Crowley Rise again. While that’s happening he’ll introduce Aziraphale to his new position. Crowley is taken away before they can get back to each other and it’s shown their hands being wrenched apart. Neither one of them can stop it.

Now the final scene is Aziraphale demanding to know where Crowley is. The Metatron says Az’s behavior is unfit for The Supreme Archangel and he must control his emotions better. Just to have doors open behind Az. He turns around to find Crowley in a pristine white suit. Yellow eyes gone. His slicked back red hair gone. It’s in some new angel style (not the one we saw in the S2 opening scene because I hated that, lol). The Metatron smiles and greets Crowley by his angel name. “Crowley” approaches Az and shows him the proper deference as he is now the leader of all Heaven. The final shot is a horrified look on Aziraphale’s face. All color is drained from it. A hint of the crushing grief as he realizes right away that this angel doesn’t know him. Doesn’t remember him, their 6,000 year history and, most importantly, their love.

I think that woulda been a great alternative to them being separated physically. They’re still together but not as this man shaped being is no longer Aziraphale’s Crowley.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow

[nine-of-words]

(Demon + King of Pentacles)

NB Demon x M Reader

Wordcount: 2398

Content Warnings: Plant Tentacles/Bondage, Overstimulation, Anal Sex (Reader Bottoms)

This one turned out a lot better than I thought it would. I’d really like to do a continuation of this one in the future, but I have a feeling that’s going to be the case with all of them.

Your father was an awful man, and an even worse king.

Hateful. Bellicose. Tyrannical.

To say that you suffered under his thumb is to put it lightly, but you adapted. There are others who had it much worse than you did.

Your mother took the brunt of it for years, until the poison eventually ate her from the inside out.

Your people also languished in his iron grip, each ill-planned and shortsighted grab at power, resources or expansion of territory costing more and more- not just coin, but blood- and the funds needed to be wrung from somewhere.

Years seem to stretch longer and longer, with no end in sight.

While you loathe to admit it, the day that he was struck down in an unfortunate and completely unpredictable accident was perhaps the most fortunate day of his reign, not just for you on a personal level, but for your kingdom as a whole. His funeral festival was a massive, joyous occasion, with any lack of grief only subtly disguised behind excitement for your expedited coronation.

It opened a path of healing that simply did not exist while he still drew breath.

But healing, as you had learned, never seems to come easy.

The economy had been razed by years of abuse, your people destitute and hungry, and the infrastructure keeping the kingdom running crumbling around itself, barely functioning.

You struggled for years, fighting an uphill battle of restoration with near empty coffers and few remaining allies. You realigned your kingdom’s priorities from conflict and battle to making better use of the fertile valley in the middle of your territory for agriculture and trade. Through those endeavors, you managed to gather trade partners and then over time make them into allies, soothing some of the damage your father had left as his bloody legacy. 

You sacrificed a lot yourself; having to take out loans and make steep diplomatic promises, as well as entering into a loveless political marriage with the youngest daughter of your father’s most contentious rival to heal old wounds, despite your own personal preferences.

Things were actually heading towards improvement after years of hard work, your efforts finally starting to look as if they’d bear fruit; the new age of peace and prosperity that you envisioned for your kingdom was on the horizon.

That is, until that year’s grape harvest completely failed due to a blight. Your kingdom’s chief export, and a momentous amount of gold you could not afford to lose in your reformation plans, all gone in an instant due to the simplest whim of nature. 

You were devastated. While you kept a strong, enduring facade in public, you were despondent and inconsolable in private.

At your darkest hour, as you sat with the debts and the threat of being absorbed by your new wife’s neighboring country, a viper slithered into your private garden. Before you could grab your personal dagger and dispatch the threat, the creature spoke to you, not aloud, but inside your mind.

I come with an offer for you, little king.

The viper went on to explain the terms: constant prosperity ensured for your kingdom; for only the price of a single night out of your year, from sundown to sunrise.

It seemed like a deal too good to be true. Deals with spirits were always dangerous, despite how simple and benign they seemed.

But, you were out of options.

So, like any benevolent and desperate soul with other people’s wellbeing riding on your shoulders, you took the deal in a heartbeat.

The first year is free- consider it a sample- but I will return in a year to take what is due.

And just like that, things seemed to improve overnight.

This year’s harvest was gone, but that very day, multiple veins of mineable, renewable sunlight mana were discovered in a remote mountainous corner of your kingdom. The following years’ harvests were robust and healthy. Trade flourished, and your people were happy and healthy. Your wife’s family ceased all subtle threats of a hostile takeover when you could no longer keep the kingdom afloat, instead made toothless and agreeable to all of your rulings.

Not only did new sources of wealth continue to crop up around your land, but you had a live line to otherworldly insight. All you had to do was ask about any decision that needed making, and you would be told the most fortuitous choice to make by a voice in your mind. You thought that you were talented at governing before, but now you were infallible.

Things were good. But, as you were aware- everything good comes with a price.

As the next summer season ended, a full year from the day you agreed to the deal- the pact- the voice in the back of your mind instructed you to build an altar and a summoning circle in your private chambers.

You complied, too afraid to refuse, lest you lose all the progress your kingdom had gained in the year. Even as your stomach churned when you cut the heel of your palm and spilled your royal blood on the circle, you continued.

You were not versed in dark magic, but you knew whatever followed would not be good.

And it was absolute torment.

That was several years ago, now. And every year since, the demon visits you like clockwork on the last night of summer to collect their payment.

Luckily for you, your wife always leaves earlier in the week to travel back to her father’s kingdom, to spend the back half of the year there. It’s easy enough to command all your other constituents to not come looking for you tonight.

Because tonight just so happens to be that night of the year.

You finish lighting the candles and double checking your chalk lines drawn on the floor- though you’ve memorized them by heart at this point.

You’re experienced enough with what happens next that your heart almost isn’t racing. Almost.

Storm winds whip around the inside of the room, scattering papers. The candles on the wall and on the altar flicker wildly. There’s the sound of thunder cracking and a lion’s roar, condensed into a warbling boom in a split second. The view outside your window becomes a black void, despite the sun only just sunk below the horizon.

Then, he appears in the middle of the circle, a tall man with dark skin and twisting horns. He has a vast bundle of golden dreadlocks flowing like a mane down his back, secured with vines, and piercing, predatory green eyes. He wears dark robes studded with gold, and he carries a snake wrapped about his shoulders.

“Lord Alisher,” You say, dropping to your knees and bowing your head in deference. That’s not his name, but it’s what he has you call him. You know enough about demons now to know that you would not have been given his real name. “Welcome.”

You can feel your crown start to slip forward, but before it falls off, it’s gone in a wave of his hand, instead appearing nestled between his dreads. He raises an arm, letting the snake on his shoulders glide up the post of your canopy bed, slithering who knows where.

When he speaks, you hear it with your mind and rumbling through your chest, rather than in your ears.

I am here to collect this year’s payment.

Not one for idle chatter, as usual. You probably would be too, if you only had until the sun rose to have your fun.

“Yes, my lord.” You say agreeably. “What would you have me do?”

Disrobe.

This part is the most difficult to endure. He could manipulate you into moving whatever way he’d liked in a variety of methods, but chooses to have you do it yourself. If he would only just get on with it, it might not be so anxiety-inducing- but there’s always a certain level of play, first, and the lack of knowing is what is so torturous. It’s never the exact same process from year to year, so you never know exactly what to expect.

You comply, slowly peeling out of the many layers of fabric that you usually have servants to help you remove. You somehow manage to wriggle out of them, staying planted on your knees the entire time.

Now, show me your desire.

You touch yourself as instructed. It’s not so difficult to get going, as you were already half-hard with expectation as soon as you started preparing the circle.

The brilliant green eyes on you only serve to heighten the experience. You rub yourself emphatically, until you’re dripping pre-cum onto the stone floor of your chambers.

You’ve nearly reached your limit, muscles in your pelvis twitching, when his boom of a voice cuts into your head again.

Halt.

No, why-

You obey, mere seconds from release, your mind and body aching in protest, hunching forward and pressing your palms flat on the floor to steady yourself.

But the pressure just keeps building, even though you’ve stopped any stimulation.

Breaths heaving, muscles shuddering, you manage to stay still, waiting to be released.

It keeps going, no end to the torturous feeling in sight. Sweat beads on your forehead.

“Nngh-”

Just as you feel like you’ll break, you’re finally allowed relief as the built up pressure breaks, streaks of cum shooting from you and splatter over some of the chalk symbols on the floor, as you’re milked with no direct contact.

Good.

With the simple praise, you’re teleported from your place on the floor to your bed in a blink, dropped onto the bedding from a low height. You catch yourself on your knees and elbows.

To your credit, the demon seems to have started to treat you with some level of care after multiple years- opting to put you on the soft surface of your bed, whereas the sessions of the initial years had no real regard for your comfort.

Without another word, vines erupt from the elegantly carved posts of your bed. Tendrils grow forth and wrap themselves around your wrists, elbows, knees and ankles, secure but not tight enough to cut off blood flow.

You can’t help but feel anxious, exposed with no way to watch what’s happening to you. At least when it’s visible, you can have some semblance of preparation…

Just as you're contemplating your helplessness, you feel something wet and slick glide up the back of your thigh, and you're unable to stop it as it burrows itself inside you.

All you can do is let out a choked back moan as the intrusion immediately begins to squirm and twist inside of you.

It quickly stretches you by plumping up and pressing around your inner walls 

A shadowy tentacle enters your vision from below, snaking up over the bed. The wet surface of it has a green-gold sheen, and the top of it resembles a man's stiff, uncut cock; veiny and dripping with arousal. In fact, it bears a striking resemblance to the dick of the demon's current form, at least when he's subjected you to it; just in a slightly different color palette.

It's not hard to put together that this is another copy of what's currently thrusting inside of you on the other end.

It lovingly snakes over the dip of your clavicle, leaving a wet trail up your neck and chin, before tracing a line from one edge of your mouth to the other.

"Nngh- Nngh-" You turn your head from side to side, trying to avoid having the slimy appendage squeeze into your mouth.

But the tentacle in your ass squishes flat your prostate, making your mouth hang open in a quivering groan.

Then, as you expected, the tentacle in front of you takes the opportunity to wriggle past your parted lips, and fill your mouth.

You gag at first, still not fully acclimated to the sensation of a cock in your mouth only after once yearly practice. But soon enough the lust takes over, and you suck greedily on the phallus as it thrusts and quivers into your mouth, eventually creeping its tip down your throat. 

You almost think you can handle this- almost basking in the dual sources of pleasure. Maybe you have grown accustomed to this sort of thing,  finally- but your hope is immediately dashed with terror as you feel yet another squirming, wet phallus press itself to the round of your ass.

More?!

You can hear the demon's warm but threatening laughter echoing in your brain.

The one inside you is already so thick, however will more manage to fit?

Let us find out.

The new tentacle's cockhead slips around the edge of your stretched ring, before finally finding a good spot to start pressing inside. It wriggles forcefully, making room for itself next to the first as it thrusts, joining it in an uneven rhythm of wet squelching.

Your loud groan of pleasure and alarm is muffled by the cockhead currently grinding against your tongue. As you suck harder it stiffens, then spurts cloying liquid down your throat.

Every time you think you can fit no more, another tentacle pries you farther apart and worms its way inside you- another in your throat, two, three more in your ass. Another wraps in coils around your aching, raw cock, pumping you to orgasm far past you having any seed left to give.

By the time daybreak approaches, you no longer even have the energy left to writhe, stretched to the limit and coated in fluid, tracks of tears from too much pleasure dried on your face.

Finally, the universe is merciful, and all of the invading probes and oppressive vines retract at once.

Such a wonderful little toy. It's a shame I'll have to wait a whole turn around the sun for another chance to play.

Lord Alisher retrieves his viper from your canopy, giving your thoroughly defiled body a wistful look.

Until next year, little king.

He steps onto the circle, and after a moment, disappears with a final crackle of demonic energy, just as sunlight begins to filter into your bedroom.

You let out a ragged sigh, rubbing out your wrists, your shoulder, your jaw- anywhere your sore arms can reach at the moment.

At least with that- another year of prosperity for your kingdom is ensured.

>> ✨ MASTERLIST >> ☕ KO-FI

#exophilia #monster lover #monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #demon #demon x reader #nb monster #male reader #royalty reader #nblm #nbxm #oc: lord alisher #oc: king kasra #tarot oneshots #nine of words

[salembutnotthecat]

happy new years!

tw emeto, fever, sick away from home

meet more football players that novak plays with! ft. one of my favorite tropes

On one hand, Novak hated to leave Elya and Marina for a whole four days. In fact, this weekend would be the longest Novak had been away from his daughter since she was born.

But, on the other hand, he had to go. It was mandatory for the team, and it was a needed weekend retreat. Team building and a break from the hard start to the season.

The Mavericks were on a bye week, giving them ample time to go away for this retreat. They left Thursday morning, they’d go back home Sunday afternoon. Then it was back to practice.

The team bus drove along the winding road. For once, Novak felt not so great for the ride. He felt hot and disoriented, and they weren’t even halfway to the destination.

Novak sat in his usual spot, in the back of the team bus, by himself. He was gazing out of the window, lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out where the feelings were coming from. But he couldn’t.

When they got there, four players were assigned to a room. The rooms in question were set up like a cramped dorm room. Two sets of bunk beds, and then a narrow dresser between the two.

Novak waited for the others to choose their beds, before he took the last one. The bottom bunk closest to the window.

He tossed his bag on the mattress. He would unpack later, when he had more energy.

There was a team meeting, a few team drills, and then free time. Time to disconnect from every day life and hang out with each other.

Henry, Novak, Jayden, and Landon hung out in their room. Just talking.

Well, everyone else was talking. Novak was trying to listen, but it was hard to follow the conversations.

As the room filled with laughter and banter, Novak tried to mask his growing discomfort. His body felt warmer, and the world around him seemed to sway subtly. He attributed it to fatigue, hoping it would pass as the night went on.

At some point, Novak sat on the bunk he would be sleeping in, the suitcase to the floor. Seeing Jayden lying on the bunk above him, on his side in a casual way, Novak tried to mirror it.

Maybe lying down would make him feel less unsteady.

Novak hardly realizes that he’s dozing off every so often. The only reason he realizes it is when he jolts himself awake, but every sudden wake up makes him feel a little worse than he did before.

The room continued to buzz with energy, but Novak found himself drifting in and out of consciousness. He struggled to stay engaged in the conversation, his mind battling the waves of fatigue and discomfort.

As Novak lay on the bunk, he attempted to join in the laughter, offering an occasional smile or nod.

Landon, perceptive despite him and his teammates near incessant chatter, came over to the end of Novak’s bed, sitting on the floor and tapping his foot to get the linebacker’s attention.

"You okay, Novak? You seem kind of out of it," Landon said with genuine concern.

Novak forced a weak grin, "Just a bit tired, man. Don't worry about it."

Landon shrugged, clearly not believing Novak, but at the end of the day Landon knew he couldn’t do much. Novak was an adult after all.

The chatter continued. Novak's condition worsened, the room's laughter becoming distant echoes in his foggy consciousness.

Novak found himself falling asleep, not even just dozing off, but falling asleep. Deeper and deeper, like a slow dive, until he couldn’t feel a thing.

-

A sudden jolt startled Novak awake, his surroundings blurry and disorienting.

Everyone else in the room was engaged in their own pre-sleep rituals, oblivious to Novak's internal struggle.

Groaning, Novak attempted to sit up, his head pounding with every movement. His attempt at a deep breath only intensified the nauseating feeling in his stomach.

Novak felt like he hadn’t slept at all. In fact, he felt infinitely worse and even more terribly exhausted.

He felt stiff, everywhere, and he could feel hair sticking to his face and neck, shoulder length ash blonde locks sticking where they could stick themselves.

"Hey, Novak, you okay?" Landon’s voice cut through the haze as he looked over from his bunk, hearing Novak move.

"Just need a moment," Novak mumbled, brushing off the concern as he tried to steady himself.

He needed a shower, he thought. Maybe that would make him feel less… awful.

However, as he swung his legs off the bunk, the world spun, and a cold sweat covered him.

Out of nowhere, a dry heave forced itself out of Novak’s throat. The sound was audible to the other three in the room as Novak covered his mouth with a shaking hand.

Henry, Jayden, and Landon paused their activities, their attention now fully on Novak, much to the linebackers dismay.

"Whoa, Novak, you don't look so hot," Jayden exclaimed, his wide-eyed concern mirroring the sentiments of the others.

Novak, beads of sweat now dripping down his face, clutched the bedpost, pressing his forehead to the back of his hand and squeezing his eyes shut, hoping it would help him, even just a little.

However, the room seemed to spin faster, and Novak heaved again behind his other hand, already starting to taste dinner in the back of his throat.

Landon, having gotten the bunk by the door, simply reached up and swung it open.

Novak pressed his hand tighter to his mouth as he went to stand, trying anything and everything to just not get sick in the room.

He could hardly stand, everything felt slow and his steps felt like the floor would fall out beneath him.

But somehow, he stumbled to the bathroom.

His stomach lurched again. He just made it to one of the stalls. The cold bathroom tiles met his clammy skin as he fell to his knees in front of the toilet.

Landon, Henry, and Jayden followed, concern and confusion etched across their faces as they witnessed Novak's struggle.

Novak heaved. Hard. His stomach was hellbent on removing everything it could as quickly as it could by him vomiting.

He gagged, each one pulling on his stomach. His nose burned and his vision was blurry from tears of extreme effort.

Novak’s stomach felt horrible. And it was doing everything it could to tell him how upset it was.

Henry winced, hearing Novak heave again, “Man, that sounds brutal."

Landon, in true compassionate fashion, started to step closer to the stall Novak was in.

Jayden shook his head, grabbing Landon by the shirt and dragging him back to the hallway.

“Wait, what are you-“ Landon started.

“Novak doesn’t like that,” Henry said, “We’ve both seen him sick at least once… his mom says something about… the touch of anyone, even her, like… overwhelms him?”

“Overstimulate, I think is what Marina said,” Jayden said, “Getting sick stresses Novak out, best choice is to stay out here, or at least out of that stall.”

“Also make sure he doesn’t like… pass out,” Henry said, “Marina said that’s happened before. He vomits so hard his body short circuits or something.”

Landon sigher, "Poor guy. Should we get him anything? Can we do anything to help him? Or is it best to just let him…”

Jayden shrugged, "Water. He'll need it after. I can grab his water bottle and get some water for him.”

Henry, his brow furrowed in concentration, nodded to Jayden’s suggestion, before he snapped his fingers and added, "And a hair tie. Marina’s said that Novak hates his hair sticking to his face or like…. On his neck. Same reason he doesn’t want people to touch him when he’s like that.”

“Novak gets… very overwhelmed when he gets sick,” Jayden explained, “Only when he’s like… vomiting sick. He gets overwhelmed which makes him feel worse.”

Landon, grateful for their insights, nodded "Do you have any hair ties Jayden?"

Jayden nodded, taking a hair elastic off his wrist, handing it to Landon, “Always one on me, never know who needs it, or when.”

Landon took it, "What else? I’m out of my element without-“

“Being able to touch the sick person,” Henry finished, “That’s how you show you care. It’s natural to not know.”

“Maybe a damp cloth for his forehead. It might help cool him down a bit,” Jayden said, “Once Novak is back in the room. I think I have a aash cloth, i’ll take care of that when I get the water.”

Henry nodded, turning to Landon, “You, make sure he doesn't, you know, pass the fuck out."

Landon nodded, going back into the bathroom to tend to his responsibility.

It killed part of Landon, the part that looked after the whole team as a family, to hear Novak continue to be sick.

Finally though, the heaving ceased, leaving Novak only hyperventilating, trying to catch his breath.

Landon heard a small whine, and Novak tried to spit the taste out of his moith, flushing the toilet. His stomach still felt rocky, at best, but for now he wouldn’t sick.

With a shaky breath, Novak attempted to get up, but his body revolted against him.

The dizziness hit him like a wave, and he clutched the stall wall for support, before then stumbling to the sink.

The room swayed, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Putting one foot in front of the other was hard. And Novak hated how he, a professional linebacker, could hardly stand on his own.

Landon winced, watching Novak's struggle, trying to be wary of touching Novak based on what Jayden and Henry said, "Man, take it slow. Don't push yourself."

Novak managed a weak nod, but the exhaustion weighed heavily on him. He tried to straighten up, but his legs felt like rubber, and the world spun around him.

Landon, still cautious about Novak's aversion to touch, hovered nearby. He could see the struggle in Novak's eyes, and a gentle hand on his shoulder seemed like the right move. Taking a chance, Landon placed a hand on Novak's shoulder, offering support.

Novak, surprisingly, didn't pull away. The touch, light and reassuring, seemed to stabilize him. Landon gently guided him out of the bathroom, supporting him as they made their way back to the room.

The hallway felt like a marathon. Landon kept a watchful eye on him, ready to adjust his support if needed. As they reached the room, Jayden had already returned, as had Henry.

Landon helped Novak to the bunk, where the linebacker all but collapsed to sit, his head falling into his hands. The headache was worse, the dizziness was worse. And he was so hot. He could feel his hair sticking to his face.

At least, for a second.

“Alright hold on man,” Jayden said, reclaiming the hair tie he handed to Landon.

Jayden brushed Novak’s hair off his face, peeled it off his neck, tying it in a loose twisted bun, before handing over Novak’s water bottle.

“Here,” Henry sId, “Just small sips, okay?”

Novak nodded. And it’s now that Jayden lightly rubs Novak’s back. Now, Landon guessed, touch would be okay. Or at least better than it was when Novak was actively vomiting.

“Hey, Lan, he’s burning up,” Jayden said.

“Novak can I…” but Novak nods, taking another small sip of the water, before Landon can finish.

Cool hands press to his cheeks, his forehead.

“God, you really are warm,” Landon said.

“Here,” Henry said, placing a hand on Novak’s shoulder, nudging him to lay down.

Which, Novak did, giving Henry easier access to press a cool rag against the linebacker’s skin.

The room felt like it was spinning, and Novak was grateful to be lying down. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the headache that throbbed behind his temples.

The cool rag pressed against his forehead provided some relief, and he could feel the concern radiating from his teammates.

"You alright, Novak?" Landon asked again, still hovering with worry in his eyes, “Well, obviously not. But, did this just happen or were you tired because…”

Novak shrugged “Honestly, fuck if I know, just hit me like a ton of bricks, I guess."

“This one’s probably my fault, not Elya’s,” Jayden admitted, “I was just sick.”

“We’ll keep an eye on you,” Henry said, “If you get worse we’ll tell Coach, okay?”

Novak is too worn out to protest, so he just gives Henry’s statement a small nod, trying maybe fall asleep. Even just for a little bit.

#emeto #emeto fic #emeto cw #emeto tw #sickfic #fever cw #fever tw

[angelgoeslewd]

Hello angel, i hope you're doing well and i hope you don't mind me making another request so soon. Could I request Wren or Landry (maybe both if you can) with an autistic PC who doesn't see social cues? Thank you

clemmmmmm <3 i finished it!! finally lol. i love writing for landry. need me some more of that man in my life.

and again, STOP MAKING ME SO OBSESSED W WREN WTF. i actually have yet to encounter him soooo

⚠️ warnings: slight references to spicy content

Landry:

this man is probably the least grimy creep in this town, despite, you know, being the one who is literally named ‘the criminal.’ he just cares about making a quick dime, is all. doesn’t mean he can’t have a heart while doing it.

so honestly, he’d be the first to watch out for you when he notices that you can’t pick up what others are laying down.

defensive, defensive, defensive. you have a permanent place at his bar, right near him, where he can listen to the convos you have and can swoop in at anytime. he’s the first to tell people off or explain to you straight up what people are implying.

someone offering to ‘take you home?’ tells ‘em to fuck off and never come back, which, considering he’s the cheapest bar in town, is a harder blow than it seem to be. you don’t understand why exactly he’s kicking someone out over a ride, but you trust him enough.

would probably still take advantage of it when it benefits him though. can subtly steer you in his favor when it comes to stolen goods and pawing them off to him. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel sort of bad for it. he’ll make it up to you with treats and free drinks later. maybe something nicer to wear… you can’t be such an eyesore when he’s looking at you so much.

he doesn’t mind when you slip up socially. he’s a bartender. he’s seen a lot of people who act in all sorts of ways. it doesn’t really bother him when you interrupt him or can’t tell when you should stop asking so many questions. he takes it in stride. it does bother him when others get upset at you for it. they’ll being leaving with pockets much, much lighter.

he worries about you when he’s not there to watch over you. not that he would say anything about it, but he does try to keep you in the pub for as long as you can. definitely has managed to get you to sleep there a couple times. sharing one bed trope man

will NEVER let on what he actually does. god. it would give him a heart attack to think about you walking the town with that sort of knowledge on him. blissful ignorance.

Wren:

honestly, Wren would find it amusing. kinda shitty of him, but what do you expect. it brings a new sense of dark humor when you accidentally make someone mad or say something completely off topic with the assumption that it is.

kinda toxic about it, but like. in a shitty boyfriend kinda way? pokes fun at you for it but doesn’t stop you or correct you, teases you because it’s fun to see you blush and try to fix it. sure, it’s probably frustrating for you and he never lets it go too far, but… yeah. he finds it endearing.

purposely puts you in social situations and sits back. again, i feel like a lot of things he does is either for a) money, or b) his own amusement. makes bets with his men on how long it will take for people to get upset.

if you do get overwhelmed or scared though, he’s the first to step in and say that “your little misunderstanding can ALWAYS be corrected… isn’t that right?” Usually has the other person apologizing promptly. spoils you rotten for being his source of fun.

makes a sexy game out of it, but doesn’t tell you about it. anytime you can’t shut up, he’s kissing you until your lips bleed. too handsy in public? well, he’ll have to rectify your neediness right here and now. every time you push an question he can’t legally answer with out incriminating himself too far, well… what punishment are you getting tonight?

yeah, it’s hard to be a CRIMINAL with an S/O who doesn’t realize that maybeeee you shouldn’t be telling everyone what he’s up to, but that’s why you aren’t going anywhere. you’re leashed to his hip like a dog. so he can shut you up when he needs to without actually… you know. shutting you up forever.

his favorite thing to do is have you ruin all the pomp and grace Remy tries to have and make his face turn red in anger. strangely though, you can never be found when Remy actually wants to punish you for it though…

#landry the criminal #wren the smuggler #dol #degrees of lewdity #angelic songs #.SMS SENT #☕ of dol

[lynenspray]

water

(wenseulrene gp!wendy threesome polyamory age gap au)

seulgi gives in and follows joohyun and seungwan into the depths of their world. whether in her dreams or in her wake, she orbits around the older couple whether she likes it or not.

*part 1 found here

the next weekend found seulgi climbing into the couple's car, nervously buckling up as seungwan pulled the bulky range rover out of the garage. why the couple would squeeze in such a fancy suv in their– admittedly large and yet still somewhat cozy– corner home, she would never know. it must be a rich people thing.

don’t vomit, seulgi told herself, closing her eyes as her anxiety pooled in her stomach. what was she doing?

“what do you think, seulgi-yah?”

seulgi’s eyes shot open in surprise. “h-hm? ah, sorry?”

joohyun smiled at her from the front seat, expression gentle and patient. “we were talking about some plot of land we acquired a while ago. we were thinking of expanding the farm, but to be honest, we haven't really decided on what to do with it yet. do you have any suggestions?" she explained. 

“your major is involved in urban planning, right? what do you think?” seungwan asked kindly.

“uh…” seulgi took a deep breath, feeling a little off-kilter but grounded at the familiar topic. "well, there are a lot of factors to consider," she replied, her voice getting steadier as she spoke. "the size of the land, the local zoning laws, the needs of the community... i think it would be helpful to conduct a survey and get input from the residents in the area to see what kind of development would benefit them the most. or at least what wouldn’t interrupt their economy and community."

joohyun nodded thoughtfully. "that's a good point. we'll have to keep that in mind, wannie," she said, exchanging a warm smile with seungwan. “she has great input.”

“of course,” seungwan said, meeting seulgi’s gaze in the rearview mirror with a grin. “it’s our seulgi.”

the college student ducked her head in embarrassment, feeling her ears heat up at the compliment. they didn’t have to say all of that.

and they definitely didn’t have to say all of that with a lick of possessiveness underlying their tones. seulgi gulped and pulled at her sleeve, feeling a new kind of nervousness settle in her body.

the rest of the ride included some light conversation, the older women not-so-subtly steering the conversation onto topics that were familiar to seulgi: college, nature, urbanism, and the neighborhood they shared.

“and do you two still get to talk?” joohyun inquired, sounding genuinely interested in seulgi’s social life. 

“yes!” seulgi nodded enthusiastically. “byulyi’s busy with her sports scholarship and in another city entirely, but we still catch up with each other through video call,” she found herself saying, relaxing completely as the couple switched between watching the road, each other, and seulgi with encouraging nods.

soon they pulled up to a massive mansion set far back from the road. 

the large lot was surrounded by a high wall and a heavy wrought-iron gate, which opened automatically as they approached like it was a james bond movie. the size and grandeur of the place was bordering ostentatious, nothing at all like the silent glamour that seungwan and joohyun effortlessly exuded.

as they drove up the winding driveway, seulgi felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. in all honesty, she should have probably felt more than hesitant. 

she was in an unknown house with people she barely knew and– as she looked at her phone– no cell service. how convenient for kidnappers slash murderers.

hang on a minute. how was she even so sure that she wasn’t about to be–

joohyun and seungwan must have sensed seulgi's apprehension, as they both turned to her and offered reassuring smiles. "we’re here!”

“don't worry. just relax and sit back inside," joohyun said, reaching over to lay a palm on seulgi’s knee, causing the youngest to shoot up about a mile high in the air.

"you're always free to leave if you're uncomfortable or if you're not feeling it. no pressure," seungwan added.

seulgi nodded jerkily. as seungwan set the suv to park and got out, seulgi noticed the other vehicles in the parking lot, unsurprised but still disbelieving at the pricey, modern cars.

joohyun and seungwan led her towards the entrance of the mansion, where they were greeted by a man in a suit that checked their names off a list before letting them in.

the inside of the mansion was just as grand as the outside, and just as pretentious as a supervillain’s. there were chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, plush carpets underfoot, and expensive-looking artwork on the walls. there were even what looked like bodyguards surrounding the perimeter. seulgi felt more than a little out of place in her casual clothes, but the warmth of the couple beside her, seungwan’s smile and joohyun’s gaze, made her feel at ease.

it all felt like a dream as seulgi followed them making their way through the crowd, strangely just like walking into a nightclub for the first time, with everyone else around her used to the scene. there were about thirty people in total, which was way more than seulgi was expecting, even if she hadn’t quite been sure of it until that very moment. 

the air was thick with the scent of perfume and alcohol and the charge of sexual tension, the music loud and thumping with a dj playing some heavy music. the room itself was large enough to fit about a hundred people comfortably, with corners lit up by spotlights against the walls and no other source of lighting.

it was hard to see before her eyes adjusted, but she knew that they eventually would. she had yet to see anyone completely naked, but she figured that she would soon. that was what the entire event was about, wasn’t it?

“have a drink, sweetheart,” joohyun leaned into her shoulder, her mouth right by her ear, sending tingles down seulgi’s spine. “it’ll help.”

seulgi hesitated for a moment, not sure if she wanted her night blurring at the edges from alcohol, but then decided to take the drink joohyun offered anyway. she already gave them her body, in a sense, coming out here. she may as well give them everything they asked of her. 

she sipped it slowly, trying to calm her nerves as she took in the scene around her, pupils dilating in the darkness.

there people scattered about the room, in couples or in pairs, touching each other and talking, mostly with their clothes still on. joohyun apparently took it upon herself to calm seulgi’s trembling body by rubbing a hand up and down her arm, the college student stupefied as to when she started shivering.

“i’m not sure what i’m supposed to be doing.” seulgi frowned as she heard herself admit it. 

"you don't have to do anything at all, seulgi," seungwan said reassuringly from her other side. "just watch and enjoy the atmosphere. or we can all step out."

seulgi could only nod dumbly, starting to shift on her feet as joohyun let go of her.

joohyun noticed seulgi's apprehension and spoke softly, "don't worry, honey. you can sit on the couch and watch.”

“will you… are you– i mean– i’ll sit alone?” the senior started tripping over her own words, anxiety giving way to a building panic. she didn’t know anyone here and barely even knew the women she went with.

“no. we’ll stay with you the whole night, unless you want otherwise. okay?” seungwan’s voice reached her the same time her hand on her arm did. “me and joohyun-unnie are right here, seulgi-yah. do you want us to keep touching you?”

“yes please.” seulgi had barely finished her sentence before joohyun wrapped an arm around her waist and seungwan stepped closer. “yes, i…” she wanted to tell them that their touch was tethering her before her panic swept her away, but it didn’t seem like she had to.

seungwan and joohyun pressed flush against her sides as they sat on one of the couches, watching the rest of the room as people walked around. 

a few times, seulgi thought that someone gave seungwan or joohyun a look in askance, seeming to want to come closer– each time it happened seulgi felt herself sink into the cushion of the couch before one half of the couple would peel her attention away. and eventually the person that was looking at them in interest would disappear into the dark once more.

seulgi felt a rush of relief flood her every time it happened.

“can you… um,” the senior student bit her lip, thinking of what she wanted to say. “can you tell me how these things usually go?”

the couple sandwiching her exchanged a look for a second before turning to her. “well, they’re not much different than nightclubs, you know. drinks and some food and lots of conversing.”

“as you can see.” joohyun points out mirthfully at a woman that kept talking as she got on her knees and licked at a man’s cock. “but really, it’s just a relaxed atmosphere with everyone knowing that they’re likely game for sex.”

seulgi swirls the ice around her glass. “i don’t think i am.” she looked into their eyes. “game for sex, i mean. at least not right now. is that okay?”

“absolutely.” seungwan nodded so hard seulgi almost giggled. “yes, definitely. sometimes people just watch. others don’t even go here for sex at all– i know a woman who went around to network…” she started to grumble before joohyun’s hand reach over seulgi’s knees to touch seungwan’s.

“you can’t fault them for wanting to climb up the ladder your scene has got here, wannie.”

seulgi had to agree. the people here were probably people whose money went back multiple generations, willing to throw their money away at any pretty face.

she watched seungwan reel back as if pained. “i know, i know, but it just doesn’t mix with me. she can talk business outside a party.”

joohyun elbowed seulgi’s side before rolling her eyes. “silver spoon babies don’t understand what all the fuss networking is about.”

seungwan– and seulgi could only describe it one way– puffed up. “i resent that. and you’re married to this silver spoon baby, you know.”

“aigoo, so cute, baby boy.” joohyun laughed as she pinched one of seungwan’s cheeks. “if i didn’t know you i’d think you were even younger than seulgi here.”

“should i resent that?” seulgi attempted to joke, finally smiling as the two older women laughed in response. “i don’t think i look that old. do i?”

joohyun leaned in, smirking. “i’m sure you’d be a looker even at double our age, seulgi-yah.”

seulgi didn’t attempt to hide her blush, finally finishing her drink and letting seungwan set it aside for her. “i saw a few people looking our way earlier… is it– are they interested in having sex with you? am i keeping you from that?”

joohyun waved a hand. “don’t worry over that,” she said as seungwan ran a hand through seulgi’s hair, gently lifting her head up again. why did she always get so shy around them? “we let them know we’re with you tonight.”

seulgi felt her gaze drag across seungwan’s skin before meeting joohyun’s eyes. she imagined two wet, place bodies at the edge of a pool. “i don’t want to keep you from each other.” 

the oldest among them paused, searching seulgi’s eyes for something she eventually found. “okay,” she replied, so softly it was almost a whisper. “okay,” she said once more, leaning back to look quickly at seungwan and then seulgi again. “then we’ll let the night go as it usually does. and if at any point you feel uncomfortable and want to step out, we’re stopping. okay?”

seungwan seemed to be surprised at the turn of events, but nodded anyway at joohyun’s signal.

“alright,” seulgi whispered, watching them with bated breath.

after just a second of pause, joohyun got off the couch and onto her knees in front of seungwan. seulgi bit her lip as the pale woman’s elegant fingers worked their way up the blonde’s trousers before palming at the apex of her thighs.

seulgi sucked in a breath as joohyun pulled seungwan’s zipper down, fishing the woman’s cock past the waistband of her briefs. joohyun’s pretty pink tongue was soft and wet and pliant as it rolled against seungwan’s veiny flesh, and seulgi felt herself lick her lips in response, wanting to be in the middle of all of it.

seungwan groaned and lifted her hips as the older woman slipped her bottoms off completely, bringing them down to her ankles before ghosting her nails along pale legs until they reached her balls.

nothing could tear seulgi’s gaze away at the scene. should she have asked permission to watch? should she not be watching?

all doubts were cleared when seulgi felt a hand clasp her own, seungwan placing seulgi’s hand at the crown of joohyun’s head as the woman on her knees groaned and looked up at her through her lashes.

eventually seungwan’s groans turned into needy, feminine moans, hands over seulgi’s own in joohyun's hair as she rocked her hips, chasing after the pleasure she found at the back of joohyun’s throat.

seulgi felt a wave of heat wash over her as she pressed joohyun’s face against seungwan’s crotch, her other hand digging into the flesh of seungwan’s thigh.

her breath hitched when seungwan pulled back so seulgi could see her saliva-covered cock strained to its limit. her eyes were so focused on the penis that she barely noticed it when joohyun spoke until seungwan drew her shirt over her head to reveal perk breasts and sculpted muscles.

“seulgi-yah, we wanted to give you an even better view. can we?”

seulgi dazedly looked up at seungwan’s curiously tilted head, her dimple showing itself with her smile from this angle. “yes,” was seulgi’s breathless answer.

with a nod, seungwan climbed over her, legs on either side of seulgi’s hips, settling on the young woman’s thighs. it was only natural for seulgi to wrap her arms around the small waist presented before her, holding back a gasp as seungwan’s wet cock rubbed against her crotch, as seungwan's breasts pressed against the cotton of her shirt. 

she hadn’t noticed joohyun turn away until she came back around, her crooked smile in place, pumping a lubed plastic phallus strapped to her hips, under her dress.

seulgi's heart raced as joohyun stepped closer, the silicone dick swaying between her legs. she could feel the weight of seungwan's body on her thighs pressing into her, heat radiating from joohyun as she positioned herself in front of them.

she didn't know what to do or say, but her body was already responding. she felt wet, almost gushing with anticipation, her arms tightening around seungwan's waist as joohyun moved right behind her.

the lubricated plastic rubbed over seungwan' s crack back and forth, side to side. the way joohyun controlled and played with seungwan's fluttering hole was hypnotizing. 

"ready?" joohyun asked. 

seulgi wasn't sure who between her and seungwan responded with an exhilarated "yes."

she watched as joohyun ever so slowly sank into seungwan's trembling body, the silicone toy disappearing between pale cheeks until joohyun bottomed out. fuck, that’s so hot.

seulgi’s body responded with a heat building between her legs.

then joohyun's hips moved, the strap sinking and shifting and sliding into seungwan's ass, stretching her open as the woman’s feminine moans turned into whines. seungwan was squirming in her arms, but seulgi didn't want to move a single inch. she was completely entranced by the sight, the heat, the feeling.

when joohyun started bucking with wild abandon, seungwan's moans grew louder, and seulgi found herself drowning in the two of them and their sex. 

she groaned as joohyun's desire-filled gaze met hers, sending shivers down her spine, causing her own hips to buck upwards. the sounds of the others around them only added to the intensity, as if they were all in their own world, a bubble within their own universe. 

“mhh, omhfuck, yes,” seungwan moaned into seulgi’s shoulder, her arms around atop the couch seat behind seulgi, her husky voice sending tingles down the college senior's spine. “baby, harder, please harder i promise i can take it,” she begged.

although seulgi was sure joohyun didn’t even hear it, with seungwan’s request being a mere jumble of soft words by her ear, joohyun responded to the plea with fervor, as if she could read her mind and body. her grip on seungwan's shoulders tightened, and her thrusts became slams of passion, rutting into them, like if she slammed hard enough she could fuck seulgi too. 

seulgi watched as joohyun ripped seungwan's body away from her arms, giving her a full view of seungwan’s pleasure-filled face, her mouth open in ecstasy, her cock slapping against her stomach as she was fucked.

the tension in seulgi's body coiled tighter and tighter. she was so lost in the moment that she didn't even notice seungwan's orgasm until it was too late. 

with a cry of pleasure, seungwan came hard, her hot release splattering all over seulgi's clothes.

seulgi blinked in surprise, feeling the warm liquid seep into her clothes. 

“my turn.” joohyun’s voice was deep and husky. seulgi was in a trance as they exchanged places, joohyun now positioning herself on seulgi's lap, her back pressed against the college student's cum-soaked front.

her hands found their way to shapely thighs, clutching at the soft flesh as seungwan kneeled between them, eager to continue.

first seungwan's hands roamed over joohyun's body, finding their way to her breasts and teasing her nipples until they were hard. then, she trailed her fingers down joohyun's stomach and then at her center, finding her folds dripping and ready.

“you’re too good to me, love,” seungwan purred. “thank you for the meal.”

joohyun writhed and bucked under seungwan's tongue, her body pressed against seulgi’s, eyes closed in ecstasy. 

“oh fuck, yesss, just like that.”

the blonde was the master of her pleasure, taking joohyun higher and higher until she was begging for release, right by seulgi’s ear.

"please! please i'm so close —" 

instead of obliging, seungwan withdrew her face from joohyun's wetness. she whimpered at the loss, but seungwan soon showed that wasn't done yet. with a devilish grin and a wink at seulgi, the blonde positioned her hips between joohyun's legs, one hand teasing her dripping entrance while the other gripped her own rock-hard cock.

"ready?" she playfully asked. 

"yes! god, yes, seungwan-ah, hurry."

seulgi held her breath, nails digging into the pliant flesh of joohyun's thighs as seungwan slowly slipped inside the presented pussy. 

"uhnnn, fffuck, oh, you feel so good," joohyun moaned, head falling back atop seulgi's shoulder. 

"you're so wet, love," seungwan groaned, her eyes hooded and dazed. "who's got you like this, hmm?" 

joohyun's hand found its way to seulgi's face before her fingers slipped into dark hair. "you, baby," she whined, her grip tightening. 

seulgi was mesmerized by the sight before her, watching seungwan expertly drive joohyun towards the edge of ecstasy. joohyun's body squirmed in her arms, the older woman's one hand clutching the couch arm and the other gripping onto seulgi's hair as she cried out in pleasure.

"faster, faster! seungwanniee oh m— oh god!" joohyun's moans grew louder as seungwan picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and stronger with each stroke. 

seulgi felt seungwan’s power with every slam, the force of it shoving joohyun harder into her, and all she could do was hold joohyun down as she thrashed around. 

as seungwan continued to drive joohyun towards the brink, seulgi's own release approached rapidly. she could feel the tension building in her body, tightening like a taut rope until it was too much to bear. 

with a small cry of pleasure, seulgi came, her body convulsing around the older woman in her arms, burying her neck into joohyun's shoulder. 

joohyun's body tensed as well, her back arching as she cried out in release, holding onto and arching back into seulgi, coming apart in her arms. seungwan continued to thrust a few more times, riding out joohyun's orgasm, her gaze glued to seulgi's, watching, wanting.

as joohyun's body relaxed and seungwan pulled out, the tension in the air grew thicker. seulgi could feel seungwan's eyes on her, and she could see the hunger in them. the blonde's cock was still hard and dripping with juices, resting against joohyun’s stomach.

joohyun's voice was low and husky, breathless as she spoke, "seulgi-yah, baby, do you want to help your seungwan-unnie come?"

seulgi's answer was an eager nod. 

seungwan let out a deep sigh as seulgi's hand began to rub her hard length, tugging at her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. 

"mmmh, baby, your hand's so soft," the blonde said, eyes closed in concentration as she tried to reach her peak. "ohhh, i'm—!" 

almost too quickly, seungwan's hips stuttered, and her body tensed as she came once more with a loud moan, her brow furrowing as she did. 

seulgi felt the hot liquid spurt onto her hand, settling there, white and thick and sticky. some spurts made it farther, spraying onto joohyun's taut, clenching stomach.

once seungwan had calmed down, she pulled back from seulgi's touch and turned her attention back to joohyun. 

the two of them shared a heated kiss as seungwan's hands roamed over joohyun's body once again. seulgi watched, still caught up in the intensity of the moment, as seungwan's fingers trailed over joohyun's stomach, smearing her own release over the smooth skin.

seulgi was lost in a daze, her mind foggy and her body still buzzing with pleasure. 

jesus christ. there was no going back from here. if this was sinful hell, with seungwan’s cum all over her and joohyun pressed against her front, she’d never want to climb back out from its depths.

she was in trouble, wasn’t she?

—

when they eventually exited the mansion and slipped into the car later that evening, the couple acted as if nothing had happened. seulgi was still trying to process the events of the party, but they seemed to be carrying on conversation on the walk to the car with no problem, as if it were just another night out.

"are you hungry?" joohyun asked, opening the back door for her.

seulgi thought about it for a moment, realizing that she hadn't eaten anything all night. she looked out the window, where the sun had just barely set. "do you mind if we just pass by a drive-thru? my clothes are, um, kind of messy and i don't want to make a scene at a restaurant."

“we have some extra clothes in the trunk, just give me a moment,” seungwan said as she walked around to the boot of the suv.

seulgi nodded gratefully, feeling a rush of relief at the thought of changing out of her stained clothes. joohyun reached over to pat her thigh reassuringly. “are you okay?”

she smiled in response, tired, but not strained. “yes.”

seungwan pulled out a bag of clothes. "here you go," she said, handing the bag to seulgi. "just pick out whatever you like. there’s more than enough space in the back to change.”

seulgi opened the bag and pulled out a simple shirt and a pair of loose slacks as the couple headed to their seats in front. she quickly changed in the backseat, feeling a sense of awkwardness as the couple chatted amiably.

“um, thank you,” she quietly said.

seungwan smiled brightly at her. “it’s still early. are you sure you don’t want to go get something to eat?”

“we have a chef friend whose restaurant isn’t that far from here,” joohyun chimed in. “let’s go there. does that sound good, honey?”

seulgi's looked down and played with the hem of the shirt she borrowed.

“seulgi-yah?” joohyun prodded, turning in her seat to face her. “would you like that, sweetheart?”

seulgi blushed tomato red, heating up her ears, overwhelmed by the sweet attention. “s-sure,” she stammered in reply.

“whatever seulgi-yah wants,” seungwan grinned, turning on the gps to direct them.

when they arrived at the restaurant, seulgi watched as the head chef emerged from the kitchen and warmly greeted joohyun and seungwan with a hug each. "jeongyeon! it's been too long," joohyun exclaimed.

as joohyun introduced her, seulgi gave a polite smile and a small bow. 

"seulgi here is our helpful neighbour and also studying landscape architecture and urban planning. if you plan to expand again, you should contact me and i'll get you in touch with seulgi."

jeongyeon's eyes roamed over the blushing student, interested. "do you have a business card i can have, seulgi-sshi?" she asked.

seulgi's ducked her head down, feeling oddly proud but also embarrassed. "i'm still in college, so i don't have one yet," she admitted.

the attention was unexpected, and seulgi couldn't help but feel like she was being paraded around like some trophy child. but at the same time, she couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in her stomach at the idea of being recognized by the older women.

“oh! that’s fine.”

“yah,” joohyun teased, hitting jeongyeon’s arm. “what did i just say? contact me for seulgi.”

seulgi watched joohyun’s strangely childish behaviour as they followed the laughing jeongyeon to the private dining room.

beside her, seungwan came closer. "don't worry about it, seulgi-yah. as joohyun mentioned, networking is really important." she said with a grin.

jeongyeon pulled out a chair for joohyun as seungwan did for seulgi before taking their seats. "please enjoy, my honored guests," she bowed with a wink at joohyun. "i have some new korean and japanese fusion dishes i've been perfecting that i think you'll enjoy. will you let me build your menu for tonight?”

joohyun’s eyes dripped honey as she reached out and squeezed jeongyeon’s forearm. “we always enjoy your tastes. of course. do you mind, love?”

seungwan only sat back with a pleased smile. “joohyun is right. of course we’ll love whatever you decide.”

"jeongyeon was my culinary instructor in a class i took a few years ago,” joohyun began after the chef gave another bow and left for the kitchen. "after the course, we stayed in touch and when i started my agriculture company, jeongyeon was one of our first clients. we've been supplying her restaurant with fresh vegetables at a discounted price ever since. we just hit it off, and our friendship has grown stronger over time,” she continued, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.

“those two have great rapport with each other,” seungwan said. “it’s amazing how they can talk for hours on end, from vegetables to finance to travel.”

joohyun pouted. “that’s just what friends are like.”

seungwan chuckled. “i know. i'm just happy to see you enjoy your time with her.” she looked at joohyun with affection.

seulgi felt a little queasy listening to the conversation, remembering the older woman’s easy, almost flirtatious affection towards the chef. seungwan seemed so confident and relaxed about joohyun's close friendship with another woman. was this what it meant to be a swinger? 

she wondered if she would be able to handle such a lifestyle. she tried to stamp down on the bubbling thoughts within her that caused her to wonder how she could handle sharing them with anyone else besides the couple themselves.

what the fuck? seulgi almost laughed. one fuck– not even that– and she went stupid for them? stop being a teenager and enjoy the food.

the rest of the evening at the restaurant was spent with seulgi politely smiling at the older women around her. she tried her best to be nice, but the shake in her hands whenever seungwan had no reaction to joohyun sidling up next to jeongyeon was undeniable.

—

they later arrived at seulgi's house with time to spare before midnight, and seungwan parked the car in front of the gate. "thanks for coming out with us tonight. we had a great time with you," joohyun said with a warm smile.

seulgi nodded, a little awkward. "thank you for inviting me. i had a great time too," she replied as she got out. she wondered if she would be invited to the next party. was this a one time thing? did they even enjoy their time with her? 

braving through the embarrassment, seulgi eventually spoke. “i’ll, um,” seulgi stammered. “i’ll be back at your house for your next cleaning.”

seungwan winked. “we’ll try not to have too much fun without you.”

the college deflated until joohyun laughed. “she’s just teasing, sweetheart. since you seemed to have fun tonight, we’ll take you to the next one too. if you change your mind, no hard feelings.”

she felt a mix of relief and excitement wash over her as she heard joohyun's words. she was going to see them again. wait, no, she already saw them often. she was going to be… intimate with them again. 

what used to be images of them by the poolside, bodies only in her dreams, were now replaced by the real thing. the glide of joohyun’s hair between her fingers, of seungwan’s muscular thigh, the scent of their bodies as they fucked her through each other.

fuuuck. she was in big trouble.

—

the next morning, seulgi was startled awake by the sound of her phone ringing. she groggily checked the caller id only to see that it was hyunjung, her roommate who she promised to regularly text. 

… whom she hadn’t texted since she got back home. 

damn. feeling guilty, seulgi answered the call.

"hey, hyunjung," she said, trying to sound cheerful despite the ungodly hour.

“hey yourself,” hyunjung replied, and seulgi winced. she sounded a little annoyed. “nice to know you’re still alive.”

seulgi grimaced. "i know, i'm sorry. i've been busy," she replied, feeling guilty. "i've been working a lot and hanging out with some new friends."

"new friends?" hyunjung asked, sounding intrigued. "tell me more. are they cute?"

seulgi hesitated, not sure if she wanted to share everything with her roommate. "uh, yeah, they're a nice older couple. we went out to a restaurant last night and had fun."

"that sounds cool. are they the reason you haven't been texting me?" hyunjung asked pointedly.

seulgi sighed. "yeah, i guess i've been distracted. but i'll make more of an effort to keep in touch, i promise."

hyunjung laughed. "don't worry about it. just don't forget about your old friends, okay?"

"i won't," seulgi promised, feeling a little relieved that hyunjung wasn't too upset.

“and speaking of old friends — your bestest roommate really needs you right now.”

seulgi chuckled. “you’re my only roommate. okay, shoot. what is it?”

“my sister backed out of going to a concert with me, and i don't have anyone else to go with. the gang are out of the country," hyunjung explained. “and so, because you’re such a good friend who hasn’t texted me once this entire vacation, you’re going to go with me instead.”

seulgi rubbed at her eye. “i am?”

“yes, you are. saturday you’re fetching me from uni at 10am and we’re getting food before the concert. do not be late. okay great bye i’ll see you then!”

before she could utter anything in reply, the call dropped, and seulgi was left to tell her neighbours that she couldn’t make it to theirs this weekend, because the drive to gg stadium would take at least four hours. thanks, hyunjung.

—

hyunjung leaned back in her chair, taking a leisurely sip from her iced coffee, her gaze fixed on seulgi. the cafe around them hummed with the rhythmic notes of alternative rock, creating a comfortable ambiance.

"so, seul, spill the beans about your new pals," hyunjung prodded, her curiosity evident in the way her eyes sparkled with interest.

seulgi pondered for a moment, her thoughts dancing between the desire to share her excitement and the need to protect joohyun and seungwan's privacy. she decided to keep it simple.

"their names are joohyun and seungwan. they're really rich and have a beautiful house nearby. i've been helping around the neighbourhood and we've gotten to know each other better," seulgi explained, scratching at her neck. 

hyunjung nodded approvingly. "that's great. it's always nice to have new friends. what kind of things do you like to do together?"

seulgi almost choked on her own drink. “they, um, i, we. i-i don’t know. they’re not home much. “ which was true. but also she couldn’t outright just tell her friend that they were swingers who invited her to a swinger party– this time fo her own privacy.

“then how are you friends?” hyunjung raised a brow.

oh shit. seulgi nervously looked around, fidgeting, wondering how she could possibly explain their friendship. “i mean, they treated me to a nice restaurant called signal. and introduced me to the chef there, in case jeongyeon-sshi wanted to expand. you know… um, networking.”

hyunjung's eyes widened in surprise. "seulgi."

“huh?”

“signal’s a restaurant you can only get into with reservations months in advance. have you even known each other that long? what am i saying– of course you don’t. and you’re saying they took you there?!”

“keep it down!” seulgi shushed her by reaching over the table. “is it that serious?”

“you don’t understand!” hyungjung insisted, but seulgi’s hands were already all over her face.

“okay– you know what– i was supposed to clean their pool today, actually, and i can leave right now.”

hyunjung rolled her eyes as seulgi pulled her weight off of her. “well, i’m sure you appreciate a free concert ticket instead of manual labor, right?”

not really, if she was going to act like this. “yes, you’re right.”

the concert was an absolute riot, and hyunjung, in her own inimitable style, transformed into a bona fide rockstar. seulgi could hardly believe it. hyunjung's vocal cords were on a marathon run, and they didn't stop until seulgi pulled up at the curb of their dorm. it was one of those moments that made you question if you were still at a concert or had inadvertently entered a karaoke bar.

inside the venue, the music had been relentless, the crowd was electric, and seulgi and hyunjung had surrendered to the infectious energy. hyunjung, with her boundless enthusiasm, didn't just sing along; she practically serenaded the whole venue. it didn't matter that they were now in the car; she was still giving it her all.

navigating through the chaos of concertgoers, seulgi eventually found her car. hyunjung, on the other hand, was still on a musical high, swaying to the melodies in her head. seulgi silently thanked her lucky stars that hyunjung hadn't commandeered a microphone on her way out.

the drive back was pure comedy. hyunjung had turned seulgi's car into a mobile karaoke stage. windows down, hair tousled by the night breeze, and hyunjung in the driver's seat, giving an encore performance. seulgi could hardly contain her laughter, and her friend's infectious spirit had her in stitches.

finally, they arrived at their dorm, and hyunjung, still buzzing with concert-induced excitement, flashed a grin that could power a small city.

"can you believe how epic that was?" she gushed, her eyes gleaming.

seulgi chuckled, feeling like they had just survived a musical hurricane.

hyunjung gathered her belongings, her concert high showing no signs of waning. “are you sure you don’t want to just sleep here? it’s your dorm too, you know,” hyunjung asked. “your drive back is no joke, and it's way past your bedtime."

seulgi shook her head. “oppa's using the car tomorrow. i need to have it back home so he can come and pick it up. thank you, though.”

“take care, okay?”

seulgi’s response was her signature salute as she drove off.

—

are you serious.

seulgi looked around the gas station, hoping that she just happened to miss that there was a mechanic's bay somewhere, but there was none. 

she had been driving along the highway when her car suddenly started making some strange noises. worried, she pulled over at the nearest gas station to check it out. as she inspected the engine, she realized she had no idea what she was looking at. she checked the battery, the engine oil, the radiator— no clues, no nothing. 

she couldn't fix it herself. 

her mind raced as she tried to figure out what to do next.

she got back into the old car, taking a chance. but then, to her dismay, the car wouldn't start at all this time. she tried again and again, but all she got was a sad clicking noise. shit. 

this was their family car, so she couldn't call her parents for help, only tell her brother what was going on. but it wasn’t like he had his own car to help her out, ans she was still three hours away from home.

with no other options, seulgi pulled out her phone and dialed seungwan's number. "hi, it's seulgi," she said as soon as seungwan picked up with a seulgi-yah?

“sorry to call so late. um, my c-car broke down along the h-highway, and i…” she felt herself choking up all of a sudden, tired from her long day and emotionally overwhelmed by the stress. “s-sorry, i just, i… g-guess i called to say i won’t be able to get home before tomorrow, i th-think.” she tried to suppress her hiccups.

there was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. "i'll see what i can do. just give me your location and stay put, okay?"

seulgi nodded, even though seungwan couldn't see her. after providing seungwan with her location, she hung up the phone and leaned against the car, feeling utterly helpless.

as she waited for seungwan to call back, seulgi paced around the gas station. the night was dark, and the air was cold. she wondered how long she would have to wait and what seungwan could possibly do to help her.

after what felt like an eternity, seungwan called back. "hey, seulgi-yah, i'm sorry it took me so long to get back to you. i found a tow truck driver who can take your car to a nearby garage, and i’m on my way to you now.”

seulgi gasped. “what? i’m three hours away from home!” she couldn’t believe the older woman was doing this.

“don’t worry your pretty little head, okay? just stay put. unnie will be there soon.”

seulgi felt a lump form in her throat at the kindness in seungwan's words. “o-okay, unnie. i’ll wait here.”

after another long while of waiting in the cold, a familiar range rover pulled up beside her. it was seungwan, waving at her through the passenger window. seulgi felt a wave of relief wash over her as she grabbed her bag and got in.

"hey there, stranger," seungwan turned to her with a warm smile, patting seulgi's hand. "how are you holding up?"

seulgi's eyes filled with tears as she tried to compose herself. "i'm just… thankful, seungwan-unnie. i don't know how to repay you for all of this."

seungwan ran her fingers through seulgi’s unkempt hair, petting stray hairs down. “don't worry and just get some rest, baby. we’ll be home before you know it,” she said, pulling out of the gas station and heading home.

as much as seulgi wanted to be polite and stay awake, she eventually did doze off. the stress of the car breaking down and the long drive, not to mention the tiring concert, made for an exhausting day. 

in her dream, she found herself back in the play party, but this time she was completely surrounded by people in different states of undress, all exploring their desires and fantasies around her. she was on her knees, and when she looked up, joohyun and seungwan looked down at her with mischievous glints in their eyes. 

their hands explored her body with abandon, rubbing oil on her, dropping wax on her, readying her to drink seungwan’s delicious cum. “open up, baby,” seungwan purred, pushing her hot cock into seulgi’s waiting mouth. “good girl. open —”

“— up, baby. seulgi-yah? wake up, sweetheart, we’re home.”

“hmm?” seulgi blinked awake, feeling parched. disoriented, she could only utter a huh, the image of seungwan in her dream mixing with the seungwan beside her now.

“we’re home, seulgi-yah.” seungwan smiled, reaching out to brush the back of her hand against seulgi’s face. “did you sleep well?”

seulgi shook her head, still feeling the remnants of the dream. “i had a weird dream,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and leaning back on the seat. “i wish i could continue it.”

seungwan chuckled softly. “i know, baby. tell me about it later, okay? you should get to bed. let me just give joohyun-unnie a quick call so she knows you’re safe, hm? she flew out earlier this morning.”

seulgi blinked groggily as the phone rang until joohyun picked up.

“seungwan-ah? are you with seulgi now?” “yes, love. we’re right outside her home. i just wanted to let you know she’s safe. i called johnny about it earlier.” throughout the conversation, seungwan’s thumb rubbed soft circles on the back of seulgi’s hand. “she’s very tired from her long day. aren’t you, honey?”

seulgi hummed in affirmation, still sleepy, staring at the soft hand holding hers.

“poor sweet. get some rest, okay?” came joohyun’s voice through the phone speaker.

seulgi spoke up, her eyes finally landing on the gorgeous woman on screen. “joohyun-unnie.”

“yes, baby?”

seulgi turned to seungwan, who appeared perplexed, and said, "i want to express my gratitude to seungwan-unnie properly... what should i do?" 

“what do you want to do for your seungwan-unnie, sweetheart?”

“hmm,” seulgi pretended to give it some thought, her heart hammering in her chest but the anxiety felt miles away. “anything joohyun-unnie wants. a hand job, a blow job, anything.”

it was like the dream had seeped out of her and controlled her mouth and body now. she could feel herself getting wet at the image that burned itself in her mind: seungwan waiting to feed her with her cock.

there was a gasp on the other side, and seulgi’s eyes stared at seungwan’s shocked expression. the blonde turned to the phone on the dashboard, the video turned on, showing joohyun’s stunned face. she let out a breathy laugh, still in shock. 

“then, seulgi-yah,” joohyun continued, the first to recover. “i want you to suck off your seungwan-unnie in the car, to give proper thanks. it’s only fair, right?”

seulgi’s hand slipped out of seungwan’s grasp so she could tie up her hair in preparation. “and joohyun-unnie will watch?”

joohyun’s crooked smile was on full display. “joohyun-unnie will watch, honey.”

#gp!wendy #wenseulrene #chapter 2 is OUT for the tumblr #like a flower series

[ladyhoneydee]

With Your Hand in My Hand

zelink | multi-game | 5.7k

“Hey, Zelda?” She stills, finger pausing in the air. “Hm?” He swallows. “Do you ever feel like…your past lives were all leading towards this moment?” She turns off her slate and places it on the pillow beside her before wriggling around in his arms to face him. “Mm…maybe sometimes? But I don’t really know if I believe in those. So mostly…”  She trails off. He waits patiently.  “Mostly, I feel like I want to live all of this one with you. Everything it has to offer.”

Sometimes, a soulmate is the person whose hand you reach for, over and over again. A collection of vignettes exploring one love over the course of many lifetimes.

Written for the @zelinkcommunity Zelink Week event! Day 4: Hand in Hand.

Read it on AO3, FFN, or under the cut!

The predawn air was chilly on his face, but Link had seldom felt warmer.

Epona took the trail at a trot, navigating the loose dirt and stones with her footfalls sure despite the darkness of the path ahead, barely lit by the last dregs of light left by the moonset at their backs. Her quiet trustiness gave Link the security needed for him to examine the dark crevices in the cliff face to their left; to listen to the wind whispering through the foliage and conifers on their right; to tip his head back so carefully to look up at the stars as they gently faded along with the sky’s lightening. 

And it left him free to bask in the warmth of Zelda’s embrace. 

Hours before, as they finalized their plans to set out overnight for Zora’s Domain and the political summit Prince Ralis had so excitedly written of in his invitation, they had agreed that it would be wise to share Epona rather than riding separately, given the likelihood that either might fall asleep while in the saddle. Zelda, usually stoic, had been almost giddy at the thought of doing something so uncharacteristic: a midnight excursion, rather than waiting for a safe departure at noon; the company of her lover instead of a platoon of guards. And yet, despite her exuberance earlier in the journey, as she pointed out constellations above their heads and they traded stories about the same stars, she had been the one to drift off first, lulled by Epona’s gentle sway. 

Her chin rested on his shoulder, a slightly pointed weight he wouldn’t trade for anything else. Neither Master Sword, his chosen and fated partner in destiny—or the Ordon Sword, with its sentimental meaning of the village that was his family—had laid upon that shoulder so sweetly. Her arms wrapped around his waist, a precaution against falling off that had the secondary purpose of making his heart skip a beat at least once per minute. Her torso rested flush against his back as she slumped forward to rest on him, with no breath of air between their bodies.

They were so close, and the world so quiet, that Link could count her every heartbeat as it pulsed steadily against his back. 

Above them, the damask sky lightened to a shade of dusky, deep purple that would be the envy of any royal clothier, shot through with bands of hazy red. And as the trail they followed twisted more east than south to round the cliff’s bend, the horizon opened before them over Hyrule.

The only light more beautiful than the rising sun was the light Link saw every morning in Zelda’s eyes. 

Epona seemed to be heartened by the breaking dawn as well, her trot increasing in speed and jaunt ever so slightly. Link smiled at the mare’s simple joy. 

Yet the change in pace had an unexpected effect. From where their bodies pressed together like muscle memory, Link felt Zelda’s frame stiffen briefly, and then relax. Her head tilted just a bit, pressing her left cheekbone further into his neck. The soft puffing of her breaths strengthened and sped up so subtly that the change would’ve been imperceptible had he not been so close and captivated by the feeling of her. 

And then, with a soft, wordless mumble, Zelda truly woke. 

“Mm…what a blessing, to see a sunrise like that.”

She stretched, a move that Link could feel with every nerve in his back as it set them all alight. Not trusting himself to speak, he soundlessly nodded, knowing Zelda would feel the motion where her head rested against the muscles of his neck. 

“You should have woken me to see it sooner, darling.” Her words softened and lightened with sleepiness as she spoke, until the pet name came out as little more than an affectionate exhale. Still, it was one he could recognize anywhere.

“It would have been a waste to wake you before. It was hidden by the cliff,” he murmured. 

“No dawn with you could ever be a waste.”

Her right hand slipped free from his waist, and he felt it glide over him until it came to rest atop his own hand, where it clutched the reins against his thigh. Her fingers settled in the gaps between his own, and then slipped between them to hold him gently.

Link’s heart sang. “You’re right, as always.”

He pressed a kiss to Zelda’s hair, and urged Epona onward, towards the diamond glittering of dawn on the waters of Lake Hylia. 

I would go anywhere you want to go, with your hand in my hand.

--

Zelda squeezed her knees together gently and clung just a bit tighter to the leather harness in anticipation. Below her, Jabun took the hint. His wings beat once, twice, thrice—and they went shooting out past Link and Valoo, who had been holding steadily neck-and-neck to their left. 

“Keep up, sleepyhead!” Zelda shouted. “If you can’t get that red terror of yours to beat me, you’re gonna have a big storm coming in the Wing Ceremony!” 

If Link could’ve seen her face, there was no way he would have missed the enormous grin stretching across it. He must’ve picked up on it in her voice, regardless, because—

“You wish!”

With a whoop from Link and an excited cry from Valoo, Zelda watched proudly (and a bit jealously, but could you blame her?) as a crimson streak soared above and overtook her and her own loftwing. Zelda patted Jabun’s azure feathers with one hand, and leaned even further forward in the saddle until they were a singular, streamlined form. 

“Let’s show them how we fly, aera!”

Whether it was the customary endearment Skyloftians gave their soul partners, or the encouragement in her voice, something in her urging filled him with delight. She felt the sensation bloom in her own chest, creating a feedback loop with her own excitement. With a shriek of his own, Jabun rushed forward once again. 

Link must have sensed their approach—or heard it, she supposed—because he shot them a look over his shoulder. His excited, open-mouthed grin mirrored Zelda’s own. She watched suspiciously as it took on just a hint of mischief in the split second before he turned back around. 

Whoa! Suddenly, Valoo banked to the right, curving into Jabun’s own flight path, and Zelda was forced to waste her bird’s precious energy by urging him up above the sudden obstacle. 

“Cheater!” she hollered. Oh, she’d show him!

She leaned even closer in the saddle, her torso now hovering only millimeters above her bird. What had Professor Owlan said, in that last lesson with her, Pipit, and Karane, the newest members of the senior class?

Get close. Check. Make sure to hold tightly to the safety loops—falling off your bird is not part of a successful application of this technique. Zelda hooked her ankles fully into the straps by her feet, and clung to the ones for her hands. Check. Remember that the acceleration effect will last much longer than anything else you’ve ever tried. Maintaining stable flight can be tricky. Zelda took a deep breath, matched her center of balance to Jabun’s, and exhaled. Check. And DO NOT practice this move without an instructor present! Very much not check. Sorry, Professor Owlan.

Zelda screwed her eyes shut in preparation, and then pressed her heels and the meat of her palms down into Jabun’s back simultaneously. 

Below her, every muscle in Jabun coiled and sprang all at once. Zelda held on for dear life as he tucked in his wings and threw himself into a tight corkscrew that only increased in speed as his momentum built. Suddenly, the bird snapped his wings back out again, and they caught the wind of his own making like a sail, launching them even further forward at a mind-melting speed. 

Eyes still sealed shut, feeling nothing but wind above and feathers below at a speed she and her partner had never reached before, Zelda let out an elated yell of her own. 

When the air on her face finally slowed down to a more reasonable pressure, Zelda cracked her eyes open. No crimson loftwing or cream-tunicked rider in front of her, only blue sky. She flipped her head around. Far, far behind her, Link sat on a glowering Valoo, his mouth gaping open. 

“Th-that was incredible, how’d you even—” he shouted. “Wait! Was that an advanced move!?”

Zelda let her self-congratulatory grin do the talking for her, and allowed Jabun to relax a bit in his pace.

“And you called me a cheater!” Link complained. With a shallow dive, he and Valoo swept forward to keep pace beside Zelda and Jabun. “Totally unfair to use techniques I’m not allowed to even learn yet.”

“Well, if you win the Wing Ceremony, you’ll be able to!” Zelda teased. Link rolled his eyes at her. 

She faced forward again for a moment, checking that there weren’t any sky islands or debris they’d need to avoid. Far below them was the Lumpy Pumpkin and its surrounding farmland, but fortunately, there was nothing in their flight path—just open sky and peach-hued clouds. 

“Hey, look–!” Link said suddenly, pointing downwards. “Plumers!”

Zelda didn’t know how she’d missed them, but Link was right. A small herd of the colorful creatures had come into view in the sky below them. Named for their colorful plumage—each group often contained at least one of every shade of the rainbow—as well as their penchant for plummeting down through the sky in a form of play, the creatures were beloved around Skyloft, but Zelda hadn’t seen any in moons. Then again, she’d been cooped up working on the Sailcloth and her costume for the upcoming Wing Ceremony for moons, too. 

“Guess the octoroks didn’t get to this year’s hatchlings like we thought! They look like they’re all doing well now.”

Zelda’s gaze returned to Link, and she smiled warmly at the delight on his face as he craned his neck down to watch the plumers. She loved seeing him happy. She loved hi—

Nope! Not getting into that!

“Hey, let’s dive for them!” she suggested brightly. “I haven’t done that in ages.”

Link looked unsure. “I dunno…”

Zelda grinned. “Don’t be a scaredy-cat, sleepyhead! How are you ever going to be a successful knight if you don’t practice falling, too?” 

Without hesitation, she slipped her hands and feet free of the harness, and rolled right off her bird. 

“Hey!” Link said, startled. 

“Come and get me, silly! You know Valoo will catch you.”

“Fiiiiine,” Link groaned, and launched himself into the air. 

Zelda had been descending in a picture-perfect skydive, with her limbs spread to catch the air and slow her plummet. Link had to tuck his limbs in and angle his body to catch back up to her, his face screwed up in concentration, but catch her he did. 

“Okay, sleepyhead, you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Link grumbled. Still, she could see the pleased twist to his lips that he was trying so hard to hide. 

“Perfect.” She reached out across the sky between them, and took his hands, ignoring the butterflies the gesture set aflutter in her stomach. “We fall together, okay?” I wish we were both falling together. “Remember, we just have to tap them, and they’ll join right along with us!”

“Together,” he repeated, and gave her hands a squeeze. 

Wind rushed past their faces and cushioned their bodies, holding them in a summer hug. Zelda couldn’t tear her eyes from Link’s laughing face as they brushed into rainbow-hued feathers from every angle and more and more plumers circled them, twittering with shared glee. His happiness was beautiful. He was beautiful. 

Maybe soon, she’d tell him. For now, she contented herself with the sensation of how his fingers felt when intertwined with hers. 

I would go anywhere you want to go, with your hand in my hand.

--

Sometimes, the isolation of the crow’s nest was a good thing.

Usually, Link hated it. Knowing the rest of the crew was below, on the deck or in the hold or prepping dinner in the galley or heck, even swabbing the poop deck, sharing jokes and smiles that he couldn’t be privy to, stung. But today, after waving goodbye to Grandma and Aryll until his arm ached and they disappeared into the horizon, Link was pretty sad. And he was pretty sure he did not want to be around anyone at all. 

Sure, it was a privilege to work on Tetra’s crew after all these years and adventures; to help her in her search for new land that could support the peoples of the Great Sea. And at sixteen, four years after he’d first met her in the Forbidden Forest, Link could confidently say there was no one’s side he’d rather be at. But leaving his family behind always hurt just as much as that first time, when he was twelve and still in shock, chasing a stolen sister and waving, tear-sodden, to where the only family he had left stood alone on the Outset dock. 

Thank the goddesses Grandma wasn’t alone anymore, anyway. And at twelve, Aryll now had enough personality to cover for the both of them. 

But Link was still sad. And so he was going up to the crow’s nest, even though it wasn’t his shift. Maybe if he begged whoever was up there, they’d let him take over so he could wallow without an audience.

Link pushed himself up into the crow’s nest with a grunt, gaze on the weatherbeaten wood to make sure his feet would land safely on the planks and not tangle in the rigging. When he looked up, his eyes met amused brown ones. 

“Four years, and you’re still scared of climbing up here?” Tetra teased. “Guess you’ll never outgrow that.”

“Hey, at least I know what the word ‘safety’ means. You wouldn’t know it if it bit you in the ass,” Link parried, but it was half-hearted at best. He sat down heavily beside her.

Tetra’s eyes narrowed. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m—” Link cut himself off as Tetra aimed a fiery glare at him. “Not really.”

“Was it the goodbye?”

“...yeah. It’s hard every time.”

Tetra nodded, her gaze slipping from his face to stare up at the sky. “I get that. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to farewell any family of mine, but…” She trailed off, and Link knew she was thinking of her mother. “Sometimes, I wonder how you can bear to leave them.”

“I think Grandma would throw her sandal at me if I tried to stay,” Link said, straight-faced. Tetra laughed. “I mean it! She knows that I’m happiest at sea. She doesn’t want me to stay just to stick around her. And Aryll would be upset for sure. She wants to work on your ship too, you know. She’d probably kill me in my sleep for giving up her dream job.”

“Well, I’m glad they support you.” Tetra scooted forward to put some space between herself and the back of the crow’s nest, and then laid down on the deck. “That’s worth more than a lot of treasure.”

“The Pirate Queen of the Great Sea, saying something is more valuable than treasure?” Link gasped dramatically. 

Tetra reached up and whacked him in the side. “Shut up. That’s Captain Pirate Queen of the Great Sea, to you.”

Link laughed lightly and joined Tetra in lying back. The wood of the crow’s nest felt hard, sturdy, and dependable beneath his shoulder blades, even though both he and Tetra knew just how far down solid ground actually was. 

“I don’t think I need to take this from someone who used to be a rock.” He poked her in the side, which fortunately felt just like the flesh and blood she was, and not the marble statue she’d been cursed into when they had been set adrift in the waters of the Ocean King. 

Tetra snatched at his hand, and Link expected her to throw it back at his own face or something, but instead she held it by the wrist. And kept holding it. 

Link turned to face her, confused. “Tetra…?”

“Shut up. I’m thinking.”

“Okay?” 

He turned back. Above them, the sky churned with grey clouds. Link stared at the steely mass dubiously. It was definitely going to rain, but probably not storm—not something they needed to warn the crew about. 

Tetra’s grip was warm around his wrist, a shackle he didn’t ever want to be free of. They were friends, and adventure partners, and the longer he spent in her company, the more sure he was that he wanted to be part of her life in some way until the day he finally died. 

Rain speckled his cheeks. Link went to turn his head again so that none of it would get in his eyes, and it was as his gaze met Tetra’s that she made her decision. 

Link froze at the feeling of her fingers releasing his wrist and, instead, entwining with his own. He opened his mouth to speak—

“Don’t. Don’t…say anything. Let’s just lay here until Nudge comes up and tells us that it’s time for dinner or that you need to empty out the latrines or something. Can we just lay here?”

In response, Link squeezed Tetra’s fingers. 

She rolled her eyes. “Ugh. You can talk, okay? I just didn’t want you to…say no, I guess.”

“I definitely don’t want to say no.”

“Well, good.”

“Good.”

They sat in silence for a moment, until Link spoke up again. “Tetra…thanks.”

He didn’t need to say for what. She already knew. 

“Any time.” 

The rain showered on down.

I would go anywhere you want to go, with your hand in my hand.

--

It was a sight Sheik had seen a hundred times before. Gowns in a rainbow of shades swept across the floor in unison, their silks and satins and brocades and damasks and the finest of linens collecting nary a hint of dust at the hems, a result of the standard of cleanliness the floors were polished to. Courtiers and commoners alike stood up straight in dress tunics they were debuting that night and weren’t quite comfortable in yet. Smiling staff—genuine in their glee, Sheik imagined, from the happiness of the occasion as well as the promised time off and bonuses in their wages after the event’s completion—slipped surreptitiously among the guests with trays of refreshments. 

And yet everything was different, because Sheik was dancing with the new King of Hyrule. 

He had scarcely seen his son so happy. Even before the crown—still warm from resting on Sheik’s own head—was placed atop his auburn curls, the man was smiling. Proud of himself and of the thirty-two years he’d spent learning from his predecessors; proud of his country and the citizens that had come to watch this momentous occasion; proud of the parent who, with tears in his eyes, had passed the crown and scepter over after long, hard decades of service. Now, Daphnes smiled at him as Sheik spun him out and guided him back in for the final steps of their waltz.

“I love you, Yaya,” the new king said, and kissed his hand. Ever the gentleman. “Please enjoy the rest of the night. All eyes will be on me, so…you’ll finally be able to rest.”

“I love you too, my son,” Sheik answered, and stretched up on tiptoe to reach his forehead for a kiss, before stepping back and into the crowd, searching. He found what he was looking for after only a moment.

His son was almost correct. There was one pair of eyes that would always linger on Sheik, no matter how much time passed.

“Link,” Sheik breathed.

His lover smiled. Handsome still at fifty, even with his blond hair beginning to grey, he still filled out his leaf-green dress tunic as well as he always had.

Link held out a hand. “Come away with me?”

Sheik felt his facade shift for just a moment, weakened by the gentle adoration in Link’s gaze. Hot tears swam in eyes, blurring Link’s face, before he blinked them back. “Gladly.”

Link led them carefully across the crowded ballroom floor, through a doorway on the side of the room, and out into the castle gardens. The dull roar of conversation muted as the door closed behind them, leaving only a distant murmur and the whisper of an orchestral melody. 

Even with the din of the ballroom removed, Sheik felt his body trembling, overstimulated. The evening had just been…so much. So much, to see his son crowned. So much, to remember how Sheik’s first husband had looked in that crown, before Sheik had learned how happy he could be with the space to be himself and the right partner at his side. So much, in this sapphire dress tunic and trousers that matched his blue eye and contrasted handsomely with his red, that he had been so proud of and felt so right only hours ago, but were starting to feel too tight in all the old familiar ways. 

“Thank you for that,” Sheik said, feeling the hot tears from before stream from the corners of their eyes. They stood there, inhaling one sobbing breath, two, as Link rubbed their back gently. 

“Always,” Link said quietly, as Sheik dried their tears and let out a final shaky breath.

Sheik knew he meant it. Even before they’d married, back when Sheik was another man’s spouse and Link was still warming Malon’s bed, they had been the closest of friends. He had never faltered in his care. He never would. 

“Dance with me?” Link asked. He smiled gently, as if to say, You can always say no.

No way in hell did Sheik want to say no. 

They took the hand Link offered, and spun away once again into a waltz. 

A good waltz was slow and close, and Sheik never danced more slowly or closely with anyone than they did Link. Their waist tingled under the weight of Link’s hand, even after all this time, and Sheik could tell from the way his eyes glimmered that he felt the same. 

Link spun Sheik out, and when they returned to his arms, they smiled at him. “So, my dearest one, where would you like to go for our first getaway in years? Now that we’re free of any and all responsibility.”

The slightly smoldering stare Link gave them made something inside Sheik quiver. “Untrue, my love. I still have one responsibility.”

“And what would that be?”

“Making you see stars.”

Sheik’s heart skipped a beat, and they felt a flush rise to their cheeks that had nothing to do with the way their trousers increasingly felt like they were constricting all blood flow to their legs—how they longed for a skirt!—and everything to do with thinking about all the ways Link had made them see stars in the past. 

Sheik fixed him with a heated stare as they edged in closer to Link than would be proper for a waltz. “And are you willing to take responsibility now?”

“Always,” Link breathed.

“Take me upstairs, then,” Sheik murmured, staring into the eyes of the person she loved more than anything. “I need to get myself into a nightgown, and we can—ah!” She broke off as a grinning Link took her literally and began to tug her along in the direction of their chambers. “We can, aha, get started on our…getaway.”

Truthfully, Sheik already had stars in her eyes whenever she looked at Link. But she certainly wouldn’t say no to anything else he wanted to show her, too.

I would go anywhere you want to go, with your hand in my hand.

--

Link didn’t think he would ever be tired of this view.

Well, yes, the vantage point from the summit of Satori Mountain was pretty nice. He couldn’t deny that looking out over Central Hyrule like this, with all its hills and valleys and rivers and caves to explore in a million earthy shades, didn’t make his heart want to soar right out of his chest. But none of it compared to her.

“Come over here, Link! Isn’t it so strange that the blossoms on this tree are still blooming even though it’s almost autumn? I want to take a picture—you have the Sheikah Slate, right? Can you bring it over, please?”

Zelda scampered over the twisted roots of Satori Mountain’s crowning glory like a mountain goat. She was halfway up the trunk before he could blink. She really had come a long way since the defeat of Ganon, and those hard first days where her atrophied muscles could hardly hold her up, Link thought proudly.

“Link?”

She was beautiful. A nature spirit, up there surrounded by whirling pink petals, the light blue of her climbing tunic not dissimilar to the ghost blue of the Lord of the Mountain himself. Green eyes that mixed excitement for the world with fondness for him with mild concern at how long he was taking, that never failed to leave him brainless at her radiance. The deep tan of her skin—the only thing she had inherited from that deadbeat dad of hers—and how she nearly seemed to meld with the tree if his gaze unfocused. The gold of her hair as her braid dangled off her shoulder and winked in the late afternoon sunlight as if to give new meaning to the phrase ‘golden hour’. The scrapes across her bare shin from when they’d taken a tumble during their hike up to the peak. The overstuffed pack on her back, full of research materials and specimens. Her smile. Her. 

Zelda.

“Hello? Link?”

Spellbound, he slipped the Sheikah Slate from its well-worn pouch at his hip, and raised it to his face.

Click.

“Link? Did you just take a picture of me?” 

The Slate lowered. Link realized all of a sudden what he had done, and his face flushed a deeper pink than the flower petals.

“I–I–yes, I did, I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t thinking, you just looked so—”

“Silly, if you’re going to take a picture of something other than this tree, it should be of us together.” 

Zelda smiled at him, and Link felt his heart combust. 

“C’mere.” She patted the tree branch beside her invitingly.

Link had never climbed a tree so quickly in his life. The branch rocked beneath their combined weight, but held firmly. He held up the Slate…and then kept holding it up. Turned it around in his hand. How…was he supposed to take a picture if the screen that showed the image was on the other side of the Slate from the camera?

Zelda laughed, but not meanly. “Link, have you never used the selfie function?”

Selfie function?

She plucked the Slate from his hand, and pressed an icon he’d never taken notice of before. The display, which had been capturing the view from Satori Mountain, instantly changed to one of the two of them. 

“It has a front camera,” she explained cheerfully. “Here, I’ll press the button. Smile, Link!”

How could he not? For her, he would do most anything.

With his gaze on the Zelda smiling on the screen of the Sheikah Slate, a shy grin bubbled to his lips. He prepared for the picture, and then—

The warm of a hand suddenly taking his own—

The press of lips, slightly chapped from mountain air, against his cheek—

Click.

“Oh Link, look! It turned out so nicely!” Zelda grinned down at the Slate, and then held it in front of his face. “Look, the lighting is so flattering! And you can see half of Hyrule past us! It even captured the Satori blossoms—I’m going to call them Satori blossoms, I think, for the name of the mountain—”

She continued her lovely rambling, and Link tried to listen to every word. Truly, he did. But…it was a bit hard to take in her words when his brain was so full. 

Because now he had a picture of Zelda kissing his cheek and holding his hand on the Sheikah Slate that they shared, and he knew what her lips felt like, and she was even now right there, next to him, so beautiful and present and alive, alive, alive. 

And he, besides being alive, alive, alive, was…hers. Forever, probably. 

I would go anywhere you want to go, with your hand in my hand.

--

“Link, are you awake?”

Zelda’s whisper broke through the still air of the Spirit Train. For hours, she had been hovering quietly in the aisle of the passenger car, listening to the sound of the metal wheels and engine groaning quietly as they cooled from the day’s travels, watching her companion’s chest rise and fall under the blanket as she slept on one of the plush red velvet seats. It was her nightly distraction—after all, she hadn’t been able to sleep in moons, since she last had a body—but tonight, it wasn’t enough. 

Link shifted, and cracked one eye open to stare at Zelda’s dimly-glowing silhouette. “No.”

“Funny.”

Link yawned, and if Zelda had a heart, it would have squeezed in her chest like a squeaky toy at the cuteness of it. “What’s wrong, Zel?”

“Can’t sleep,” she joked, yet melancholy soaked through her tone despite the levity of her words.

Link’s eyes softened. Zelda didn’t like her pity ever, didn’t even want her sympathy most days, but tonight, she needed this from her—the acknowledgement of her pain, of how deeply it ached to be so unrooted from herself and the world around her. 

“I know,” she whispered. “Well, I don’t know. I don’t think anyone knows what it’s like to be you except you. And by that I mean what it’s like to be a ghost—” she waved his hands in front of her rambling face exasperatedly. “Or what it’s like to be you! Only you can be you.” She huffed. “Sorry. I’m tired.”

“That’s okay. Me too.” 

Link bit her lip, and Zelda watched curiously. Obviously she was going to say something new, maybe a little uncomfortable. It was unlike Link to be unsure. After all, it took a certain amount of foolish, optimistic self-confidence to drive a train as a newly-minted teenager, or to sneak past a company of royal guards because of one letter from a princess, or to follow said princess on a trek around the country to save everyone in it. 

“Do you…wanna cuddle with me? I know you can’t sleep. And I know you can’t…feel anything.” Link winced. “Maybe it’s a stupid idea. I just thought it might be…nice. A change of pace.”

Zelda’s eyes crinkled in a smile. “That is a stupid idea.”

“Oh.” Link grimaced.

“And it’s also so, so sweet. I accept.”

Zelda floated over to Link’s preferred bunk/bench, and hovered there hesitantly. It was wide enough for Link, of course, but for two…?

Oh. That’s right. She was a ghost. She didn’t need to have something to lay down on—the whole world was her cushion. She bedded down on the air between Link’s bench and the back of the bench in front of them, snuggling close enough that she could just barely feel the tingling of whatever weird ectoplasm light particles she was made of now as they phased into Link’s own flesh and blood. For good measure, she flung one arm over (and slightly into, but she wasn’t thinking about that part) Link’s back in a loose hug.

Link stretched out a hand in offering: the same one Zelda’s own hand had sunk a full inch into when they had attempted to high-five in the final rail map room of the Tower of Spirits. At the time, she’d frozen in midair, shocked and disappointed by the sensation, until Byrne had forcibly broken into their moment of celebration. Now, Zelda looked at Link’s hand, took a trepidatious breath that her lungs didn’t need, but her soul did, and tried to hold it.

She couldn’t, of course. But Link’s answering smile as she closed her eyes again and snuggled further down into the bench made Zelda almost feel warm. 

I would go anywhere you want to go, with your hand in my hand. 

--

One night, Link wakes.

He has no clue what time it is. It’s pitch black in their room. Zelda, ever the insomniac, lies awake in his arms, on her slate. She’s watching a news video with the audio muted and subtitles on. Still, he doesn’t think the light from the screen is what woke him up.

He remembers—

a strong grip around his hand, hauling him up a cliff—

a smile brighter than the sun—

a berry-flavored first kiss—

saltwater spray and laughter in his face—

the sanctuary of her arms—

runningflyingrushingdancingholdingreaching—

A hand slips into his. 

“You okay?” Her eyes glitter in the darkness. “You never wake up like this.”

“I think…it was a dream?” he whispers. “It felt so real, but there’s only flashes…”

“Hey, it’s okay. Just a dream.” 

“No, it was a good one…”

“Go back to sleep then. Maybe it’ll still be there.”

His arms tighten around her. “I think it will be.” 

Zelda turns back around and snuggles more deeply into his back. Her finger extends to press the play button on her video again. 

“Hey, Zelda?”

She stills, finger pausing in the air. “Hm?”

He swallows. “Do you ever feel like…your past lives were all leading towards this moment?”

She turns off her slate and places it on the pillow beside her before wriggling around in his arms to face him. “Mm…maybe sometimes? But I don’t really know if I believe in those. So mostly…” 

She trails off. He waits patiently. 

“Mostly, I feel like I want to live all of this one with you. Everything it has to offer.”

He brings her palm up to his smiling lips. “That’s…yes. That’s exactly right.” A kiss, a second, a third. He maps the lines of her palm like a cartographer. “I love you.”

He releases her hand eventually, but she doesn’t lift it from his mouth. Instead, she takes his other hand, and holds it between their chests. “I love you too.”

Link closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of her. He drifts back to sleep. 

I would go anywhere you want to go, with your hand in my hand.

#legend of zelda #zelink #shink #telink #wind waker #twilight princess #skyward sword #ocarina of time #spirit tracks #soulmates #zelink week 2023 #hand in hand

[ir0n-moon]

Charles screencaps from when he's in his robe in Dethclown that live rent-free in my head

The way his expression subtly shifts from when Toki says that Rockzo "makes [him] laugh, haha!":

To immediately after Toki claims that "it's metal to like clowns":

"Okay, look. It's late...":

"...let's just all calm down and discuss this in the morning.":

"May we offer you a ride home?":

[After Rockzo agrees] "Very well.":

And, of course, "Put the boots to him, medium style." (a classic everybody and their mom already knows but it felt wrong not to mention):

#i love him i love his face i love his chest hair i love the way his eyebrows move i love the way he speaks #i love how he looks around to other characters in the room i love how he probably sleeps in the n.ud.e and he just threw that robe on to #to go check on the boys after he was alerted of the situation #i wish we had seen more of him in that robe i wish this episode was available for download in better quality #i'm quite happy with that second to last image though #metalocalypse #charles offdensen #dethclown #charles foster offdensen #herrera.jpeg