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chanfictions · 3 years

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Shadow Clones

Part 1 - Chidori

Kakashi x Reader

Here by popular request is the sequel to Chidori.

18+ Content! Minors, DNI!

All of the fun you might imagine one would have in the bedroom with shadow clones. No spoilers this time 🙃.

"Let's play a little game. Can you figure out which of us is the real one?"

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With a yawning sigh, you stretched exaggeratedly, popping your tired back in a few places as you meandered down the hallway leading to your favorite person's apartment. After a long week of back to back missions, you were ready for some leisurely downtime and some much needed stress relief. Prior to your last mission, you had made plans to have dinner with Kakashi at his place tonight. He sounded quite excited about the idea and went on about how he was going to whip up something very special for you. Despite your best attempts at twisting the information out of him with your sexiest interrogation methods, he remained tight-lipped about it, only smirking from behind that damn mask with a coy hint of, "It's a surprise."

You finally reached his door with a wide grin spreading across your face as you flipped his key into your hand and let yourself in. Tucking the little ninja-hound keychain away in your pocket, you pulled the door shut behind you with a solid click. "Kakashi? I'm back!" You called out into the seemingly empty apartment. Confusion washed over you, as there was no delightful scent of dinner brewing in the kitchen, nor was there any sign that he was even home. Wondering if he had been sent on a last minute mission, you kicked off your shoes at the door and took a peek around the eerily quiet apartment. Your heart dropped for a moment, thinking that maybe he just forgot.

As you peered around the frame of the hallway, you yelped in surprise as a pair of arms coiled around your waist, and a familiar voice hummed in your ear, and familiar lips planted a kiss on your temple. "Hi, kitten."

Squeaking still from the shock of being startled, you whirled around and gave him a playful thump to the chest with a half closed fist as a laugh bubbled from your mouth. "Damnit, Kakashi! One of these days you're going to sneak up on me when I'm tired and you're going to end up stabbed."

He smirked down at you, taking hold of your wrist and giving your knuckles a light kiss. "It's cute that you think you're faster than I am," he teased.

"It's cute that you think I'm so delicate that I couldn't take you in a fight," you taunted back playfully, sticking your tongue out at him.

"Are you sure about that?" Kakashi’s voice chirped from behind you, breath fanning your neck as he placed a kiss just below your jaw.

For half a second, you let out a happy little sigh and melted into the touch. He knew what a sucker you were for that. Then your eyes snapped open, staring up at the far-too-smug-looking Kakashi in front of you. Your overly tired brain entirely malfunctioned. That was impossible, because he was behind you. Who was behind you?? With a high squeak, you spun around again, your back pressing firmly against Kakashi’s chest as you jumped back in surprise. It was still Kakashi’s smug mug staring back at you.

"Hi, kitten," the second said with a cool smirk.

Your eyes widened as it dawned on you that your drunken conversation with Jiraiya was about to come back and bite you for a second time. Oh, shit. He didn't forget about that. After your Chidori-fueled night of fun last week, Kakashi hadn't brought up your steamy little comment to that raunchy old smut machine regarding what else could be done with shadow clones outside the field of battle.

The Kakashi behind you curled his arms around your waist, leaning down to nibble at your neck just as the other one had. "Something the matter?" His inquiry floated so casually into your ear as those lips left nips and bites along your neck.

Caught between a nervous squeak and a moan, your brain was struggling to process that he was both kissing and staring smugly at you right now. "Uh, babe? You know I'm not a sensory type," you bit your lip to contain a breathy gasp as the one behind you ran a hand up your torso.

"Your point?" The one in front of you stepped forward, tipping your chin up to kiss you with the same lips you felt on your neck.

Your cheeks burned with a rush of heat over the embarrassing confusion surrounding your current predicament. A fluttering sensation replaced your heart beat, and a needy heat began to soak your panties. This was insane. "I, um, c-caan't -- teh-heelll which of y-you is the clone," you stammered weakly as the one in front of you grazed your inner thigh with his fingers. Hands were everywhere. It was a struggle to discern who they were attached to without looking. From what you could tell, the one kissing your neck slid warm palms up into your shirt while the other casually popped a button on the front of your pants.

"Let's play a little game, then. If you can figure out which of us is the real one, we'll give you a prize," he murmured from behind you as his rough palms slid under your bra.

"--but, there's a little catch. You see, if you can't figure it out, well, we're just going to have to punish you. That shouldn't be a problem, though. Surely a skilled shinobi like you can figure out who your boyfriend is, right?" The one standing in front of you grasped your chin softly, pointing your flushed gaze up at the tilted lips and coolly amused eyes staring back at you.

He planned this, that foxy jerk. You swallowed hard as a confused wave of arousal crashed over your body. Being the center of a Kakashi sandwich left you struggling to gather the words tangled upon your tongue. Your clothes were falling off at an alarming rate and you found yourself slowly being walked into his bedroom between the two of them. As the one behind you left you gasping with playful pulls and pinches of your nipples, the other was making swift work of the various fasteners on your clothes. "Mmm, define… punish," you breathed, biting your lip while running your hands up the solid chest in front of you, nearly losing your train of thought as a hand slid up your thigh, teasing you through your soaked panties. You felt someone's arousal pressing firmly against your ass. They were both solid. Figuring out who was who seemed impossible.

"Hmmm… maybe we won't tell you and that can be a surprise as well," the one in front of you mused, ghosting your throbbing clit through fabric.

"Who knows? It might end up being fun," the other teased, leaving hot kisses along your jaw.

A needy whine escaped your parted lips as you arched your hips into the hand teasing you through that silky material while working on undressing the Kakashi in front of you, tossing things aside as you went. Their combined efforts left you extremely distracted. Two identical pairs of hands roamed your body, caressing every inch of your skin. A little moan hissed through your teeth as one left biting brands on your neck and kneaded your breasts while the other swallowed your breathy sounds in hungry kisses while teasing you mercilessly through your silk panties, leaving your body pulsing with a lusty ache. Their respective arousals jabbed into either side of you, leaving you wiggling your hips suggestively against them to get them to elicit echoing groans. Hearing Kakashi hum in stereo like that was oddly satisfying.

You squeaked in surprise when you suddenly found yourself falling backwards, as the Kakashi behind you had maneuvered you towards the bed while they distracted you with the panty soaking flurry of hands covering your body. Still with that smug smirk plastered to his face, the one in front of you made swift work of the last article of clothing you had left. Shirts flew casually across the room, and you were flipped over to face one of the two smug, foxy bastards. Biting your lip, you slid one hand up his chest while unbuttoning his pants with the other, giving your hips a playful waggle at the Kakashi that was still on his feet.

A chuckle hummed behind you as that Kakashi shed the last of his clothes, pressing a palm on your lower back and sliding fingers through your slick folds. "Did you want something, kitten?" He inquired coolly, a smile curling at the corner of his lips.

A flush crept across your cheeks as the arousal in front of you sprung free from its cloth confines, in disbelief that you were doing something like this. "I--"

He didn't give you a chance to fully answer that and just slid two fingers into your soaking core, leaving you gasping and grinding yourself into his touch while his counterpart took a fistful of your hair, taking control of your head. "Have you figured it out yet?"

Your back arched, and you mewled as the fingers working your throbbing clit brought you ever closer to the edge. The hot knot of light in your core intensified, stealing your ability to concentrate enough to form words. "Nnnnn," you buzzed, trying to collect yourself and failing miserably.

"I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch that," the voice behind you hummed, now masterfully strumming your clit to a beat that left you gasping for air, stealing your words from you. The only sound you could produce was a quivering whine as his skillful fingertips let up enough just in time to leave you hanging.

With a pathetic whimper, you rolled your hips back into him. "Nnneed more data," you choked out, licking your lips while wrapping your hand around the delicious cock staring you in the face. You swirled your tongue around the tip. Even the taste was real.

They chuckled in unison before delving into your eager body - from behind, sliding achingly slowly into your throbbing core, stretching your walls around a delicious girth, and from the front, pressing your hungry lips down around the meaty arousal that had been twitching in wait by the grip one had on your hair. You groaned loudly around the thickness competing for space in your throat with air as he simultaneously rutted into you from behind. A chorus of contented sounds chimed from all three of you. "Come on, kitten. Surely you have a guess by now," the one behind you murmured huskily as the sound of chirping birds began to echo through the room.

You squealed around the obstruction in your mouth, struggling against the hand pressing your head down as little bolts of lightning struck in thousands of hot, tiny points around your clit, putting a wild arch in your back. You fell down on one elbow, letting out a cry of ecstasy as the surprise onslaught hurled you into oblivion. Your walls clenched and fluttered around the nigh perfect cock railing you from behind. Choking and sputtering, the hand in your hair pulled you up with a lewd pop as the wails of a soul crushing orgasm rang from your chest. A thumb smeared drool across your cheek with quiet laughter vibrating through his body into yours. "Well?"

"Fuuu-huuuck, K-kakaaa-haashiiii!" All you could do was let loose your pleasure-drunk cry into the ceiling as your legs trembled uncontrollably under the electric ministrations that set every nerve in your body ablaze. Muscles contracted involuntarily, leaving you strangling the cock stuffing your soaked pussy with an impossibly tight grip. With a guttural groan, the one behind you dug fingers into your hips roughly, fucking you hard through your unintelligible screaming before abruptly sliding out of you to ease you forward into the waiting grasp of his double like a twisted game of hot potato. You were impaled again, this time by the one beneath you who stifled your surprised moan by pressing your face into his neck. You gasped and stammered at the army of hands moving across your body, still fluttering wildly from that first charged orgasm.

"Do you remember exactly what you told Jiraiya the night you spilled all of your dirty little secrets?" One of them whispered in your ear, though it was difficult to discern the source over your panting.

"Oh, fuck," you whined into the solid chest below you. Of course, you remembered what you told that pervy traitor.

"Say it," they goaded, hands exploring every inch of you while never ceasing the pounding that was sending you into orbit.

You mewled softly, biting your lip to stifle your embarrassment. Heat flushed your cheeks and melded with the broiling sweat that began to slick your body. You wanted to feel both of them inside of your little vice of a pussy. That's what they wanted to hear. They wanted you to tell them that you loved his cock so much that you wanted to be stuffed with it twice. Your face flamed as you struggled to arrange a sentence in your head, but the little tag team duo was making that task incredibly difficult. Hands climbed your front and back, grasping your ass and tangling in your hair. Mouths on your neck, their breathing echoed in surround sound. The cock buried within you left you hungry for more, though you could hardly wrap your preoccupied mind around the logistics. "Please," you breathed against his neck, grinding your hips against his. "I… I want you both -- n-need you both," you whimpered pathetically.

The movements slowed to a halt, leaving you aching for friction as a quiet complaint breezed from your lips. "Such a good girl for us," a voice hummed from behind as you felt another tip sliding through your folds, teasing your already stuffed pussy. The skin strained against the second dribbling tip that was slowly making room for itself as you let out a pained little cry into the solid chest below you. They crooned to and praised you in unison as the second cock slowly worked its way into you. A rush of comforting hands moved across your neck, cradling and kissing your face. Another warm body pressed against you from behind. The beating of their hearts through their chests almost seemed synchronized as the second fully sheathed himself, leaving you moaning and clawing at the chest beneath you, overwhelmed and speechless at the absolute feeling of fullness that was the center of your existence.

"Please," you begged desperately, rolling your hips and hissing a lewd groan into their ears, nipping and biting the shoulder below you, urging them into action. A hand from behind you smothered your own, lacing his fingers around yours as the roller coaster ride of your life began that left you screaming into the abyss.

Two cocks. Two Kakashis. You could barely handle one of him. Seeing double left you drunk on your own cries of ecstasy as they pounded your sopping pussy, threatening to make the bed punch holes in the wall behind the headboard, leaving the frame groaning in protest under the songs of your wails. Your ears rang as the world around you vanished, leaving just you with your game of Guess Who: Kakashi Edition. You had all but thrown that idea out the window as you were now convinced that there had been two of him all along and this was just an elaborate setup. Teeth gnashing, you tangled your fingers into tufts of thick, silver hair as your body shuddered in time with their thrusts. A heat unlike you had ever felt before mounted rapidly in your core, leaving your jaw trembling and toes curling as a raspy hellcry readied itself in your chest. Your walls clenched almost painfully around the pair of cocks fucking the sense out of you. Your clit throbbed. Your thighs ached. That boiling heat built until you unleashed a banshee wail that had to be stifled by one of the four hands climbing your body to spare the neighborhood of the details. You creamed on their cocks, soaking them in your essence as your eyes rolled back into your head, as if your soul just left your body.

"Fuck--" they growled in unison, their grips on your sweat-soaked body tightening as your wrecked little pussy pulsed around them in intense waves. One stifled the chaotic sounds of your release, pressing your face into the neck of his counterpart.

Overstimulated and gasping for air, your hips bucked between them, almost unable to handle the onslaught of pleasure tearing you apart. Your face tingled as every muscle in your body contracted in sync with their motion, leaving you breathless and teetering on the edge of passing out. The sounds of their groaning and hissing your name in stereo filled your head. Lips and teeth grazed your neck as the frenzied pace quickened. You were deaf to the sounds of your own screaming as you flew off into space with them. Two final, wild thrusts tossed your body about like you were nothing but a doll. The moaning cry of overwhelming pleasure that escaped your throat came in unison with the intense heat that filled you as they delved into you to a seemingly impossible depth and painted your insides white.

Time slowed as you struggled to make sense of what your name even was as they rolled to the side with you, murmuring soft hums of praise as they slid carefully from your spent pussy and their collective essence seeped from you. Arms encircled you from both sides, pressing your incredible fatigued body between theirs in a mirrored tangle of limbs as you fought to catch your breath. The panting devolved into little bouts of giggling as you nestled yourself firmly into the delightful embrace of your Kakashi sandwich.

"Well?" They hummed in unison, smirking at you while brushing sweaty hair from your face and rubbing soothing lines up your arms.

"I have noooo idea," you giggled in tired defeat, rolling back slightly to gaze between their mirrored, amused expressions.

A voice from the door cut through the sounds of your panting and giggling gasps of fatigue. "Hi, kitten."

You squeaked in surprise, sitting up abruptly from in between the pair lounging smugly on either side of you. "B-babe?"

With a sly smirk, he unfolded his arms and strode into the room. "So, you started without me, I see."

Your eyes widened and your voice rapidly climbed into a shrill new register. "S-started?" You stammered, eyes rapidly darting between the three of them.

Chuckling in that soft, cool tone, his eyes locked onto yours as he casually unbuttoned his shirt and walked toward you. "That is what I said. You still haven't figured out which of us is the real one, am I correct?"

With wide eyes and another squeaky whine, you swallowed hard and bit your lip in excitement.

You were in for a long night.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi smut #naruto x reader #naruto smut #kakashi x you #chanfictions #naruto imagines

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mistresspotterhead · 3 years

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The American Ymbryne- Chap. 1

Alma Peregrine x fem!reader

Warnings: Yelling, slamming hands on a table, being outed (kind of)

Words: 1,900 on the dot

A/N: Wow, this took a lil bit. Alma doesn’t appear until the very end of this chapter, but she’ll be in the next one a lot. Everyone has been so kind, and that has helped a lot <3. Also: Miss Saker indicates the type of bird you are, not your given name. I hope you guys like this. 😊😊😊

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In a strange way, Cairnholm reminded you of the Chicago loop you and your wards had just fled from. They were both very dreary, cold, and, from what you could tell from those on the ferry, the people would rather be anywhere else.

“M-miss Saker? I’m cold.” The bundle of talking coats shivered next to you.

“I know, Astrid. We’re almost there, though.” You sighed and looked out toward the slowly approaching coastline. Your surviving children, Elina, Alexander, Leonard, and, of course, Astrid, all huddled closer to you. You stared at Cairnholm for a while longer, until the ferryman’s voice suddenly called out.

“Alright everyone, ‘ere we are! The… lovely… Cairnholm!” He steered the small ferry over to the somehow smaller docks, and you led your children out.

“Is everyone here? Astrid, Leo, Elina, Alex?” David, Beth-Anne, Lisa, Frankie, June, Stefanie, Josef, Alice, Rosie, Reggie. You suppressed the urge to call out their names as well.

“Yes, Miss Saker,” they called in long-suffering voices- you were very adamant about attendance. It was good to see something was normal.

“All right then. Leo, can you see where the loop is? And Alex, are there any other peculiars near?” Ah yes, your diviners. It was very lucky for all of you that they were two of those that survived the wight’s invasion of your loop.

Your Chicago loop near the Art Institute was one of the last surviving loops in America maintained by an Ymbryne, along with your South Side, McKinley Park, and St. Louis loops, though the latter was run mainly by its older wards and reset once a week.

As of a fortnight ago, though, the Art Institute loop was the only one you had. McKinley Park was attacked by Wights and Hollows in December, with South Side following close in early January. Samuel, the sole survivor of McKinley Park, was what Syndrygasti call a Librarian. He could see hollows and alerted you to them when you were traveling to St. Louis for reset. The problem with this, though, was that Sammy was only five years old, and so frequently got distracted.

It wasn’t hard to understand- Illinois in 1975 was very colorful. Sammy was gone now, though, as were all most all of your children. Speaking of…

“There aren’t any other peculiars on the island, Miss Saker- at least not in this time,” Alex said, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Thank you, dear. How are you faring, Leo? Have you located the loop? I don’t like being out in the open for this long.” For emphasis, Elina gave a giant, chattering shiver that was surely exaggerated.

“Indeed, but it is on the other side of the island, and the night is fast approaching.”

You looked over and scowled at the sun; if you couldn’t get rest, then why was it allowed to?

“Well then. It looks like we’ll have to go into town.” Immediately, protests arose.

“Aw, no!”

“Come on, Miss Saker! We can make camp out here!”

“Because that sounds comfortable,” Leo deadpanned to Astrid.

“Well, it’s better than town! There probably isn’t even a hotel!”

“Actually, Astrid, that’s where you’re wrong.” Astrid looked shocked at the suggestion that she could ever be incorrect at something. “There is a hotel. It’s called the….” You took out the crumpled guidebook the ferryman had given to each tourist. “Preist Hole. What kind of hotel is called the Priest Hole?” You muttered that last part to yourself. “Anyway, off we go. Come along, single file now.”

Your ducklings dutifully arranged themselves from youngest to oldest, seven-year-old Elina closest to you and sixteen-year-old Leo at the back.

You hoped that the food was at least good.

Nope. Everything on the Preist Hole’s menu was covered with vinegar. You wondered if that was a Welsh thing or a Cairnholm thing. Maybe the owner just liked vinegar. Next to you, Elina was grimacing with every bite. On a whim, you decided to flag the bartender down.

“Hey, Kev, was it?” He grinned widely at you. You gave him a small smile in return.

“Yes, ma’am, that’s me. What can I do for you ‘n yer bunch today?”

“I was just wondering if you had some fries- sorry, chips- with less vinegar. My youngest is still picky.”

“Hmm. Well, I’ll talk to Arnie ‘n see what he can whip up fer ye. He’s the cook, ye see.”

“Thank you so much, sir.” You attempted a bigger smile, but it still felt forced.

“Naw, it ain’t a problem, really. ‘N please, call me Kev. Sir sounds like I’m fifty- ‘n I’ve still got twenty years ‘fore that,” he chuckled.

“Well then, you must call me y/n.”

“Of course, ma’am- y/n, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, Kev.” This time, your smile was a small bit genuine- his hesitancy was endearing.

“Yeh. Well, um, I’d better talk teh Arnie now. I’ve kinda been lingering here for a while.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to keep you from work, anyway.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t object if yeh did,” Kev concluded, winking before walking away.

Once he was out of earshot, Astrid started chittering.

“Ooh, was that flirting I saw, Miss Saker?” You rolled your eyes, and Alex guffawed into his water.

“Miss Saker? Flirt with a guy? I think Elina would drink an entire bottle of vinegar before that happened.” You turned your head sharply in his direction, but not before Astrid snapped back at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You jerk your head toward her now.

“Well, Miss Saker isn’t really the type to, ah, dabble in the male gene pool.” It was like you were watching tennis, really, with all this head-turning.

“That doesn’t make any-”

“ENOUGH!” You stood up, placing your hands on the bar. “This is not a discussion we are having, especially not here and now. Alex, I told you that information in confidence, and I am severely disappointed that you have betrayed that. Astrid, whether or not I am flirting with someone, and really my love life in general, is none of your concern. Do you both understand?”

They nodded, Alex looking especially ashamed of himself.

“Sorry, Miss Saker. It just slipped out.”

You sighed and ignored all the stares you and your wards were getting because of your outburst.

“Alright, Alex. Just… you can’t share things that people tell you privately.”

“Yes, Miss Saker.” He was quiet after that, poking at his food.

It bothered you that he had shared that information, though it didn’t seem as if the other wards had understood. Of course, Leo was the only one you would expect to, as he was sixteen, but he had been sheltered in your loop his entire life. All of your wards had, really.

Just as you were beginning to sink into your past again, Kev came out with Elina’s new plate of fr- chips.

“Here ye are, little lady. I hope you like these better.” He smiled at Elina, tugging a small one out in return. You both watched expectantly as she took a tentative bite. And another. And another. Until the plate was almost gone, and she was rubbing her stomach in contentment.

“Well, that was fast.”

“It was good, Miss Saker. I wasn’t going to let it cool.” You laughed at the disapproving look on her face.

“Alright, alright. I suppose you have a good point.” You turned to Kev. “Thank you again, sir, for-”

“Kev.”

“...right. Thank you for doing this. How much will it cost?” You were ruffled at his interruption, but he didn’t notice. He pretended to think for a moment.

“Hmm… how much will makin’ a little girl ‘n her mam happy cost? I dunno.” He smiled at you. “It’s on the house. I can see that ye haven’t had such a good day, so….”

“Really? Are you sure? I mean, I have the money….”

“I’m completely sure. It’s good te make someone happy once in a while.”

“Well, I truly do thank you. It also seems that we’ll need a room, if that’s alright?”

“Sure. Room four was just recently vacated. It’s right up here.” He led you up the stairs, the kids trailing behind.

The room was small for five people, but it seemed like a mansion to the children, who only had their old, overcrowded loop to compare it to. There were four rickety beds, though they did seem to be clean, and a barren nightstand next to each of them.

“Ah… I forgot that this only had four beds. I can get ye another room, or-”

“No, no, this is fine. Thank you for your help, Kev.” You subtly ushered him toward the door.

“Oh- well, if ye need anythi-”

“Yes, of course. Ta, then! Have a nice day!” You shut the door, leaving him very confused.

Alex was wheezing on the floor behind you.

“That… that was absolutely amazing Miss Saker! You are an absolute icon!”

What in Abaton does that mean? You never could understand the new slang terms that the 1970s held.

Elina yawned, setting off all the other children and alerting you to their needs.

“Alright then, time for bed.” Immediately, they were completely awake.

“I’m not tired at all, Miss Saker, therefore I shan’t be able to fall asleep.”

“The fact that your accent is coming out very strongly tells me that you are indeed tired, Leo.” You crossed your arms. “Bed. now.” Your wards slouched, and grudgingly picked out a bed each.

“Miss Saker, where will you sleep tonight?” Astrid asked as you were tucking her covers in.

“On the floor, of course. Now, did you remember to take off your gloves?”

“But it won’t be comfortable! The floor is so hard and cold and dirty and-”

“Your gloves, Astrid.” She was very talkative, even late at night, though you had come to enjoy it. Sometimes.

She took off the gloves that helped control her peculiarity and was about to start chattering again when Elina suddenly spoke up from her bed in the corner.

“I could make you a nest with a spare blanket, Miss Saker?” You gave her one of your very rare genuine smiles.

“That would be lovely, Elina.”

“Wait- how did she know you were going to sleep in bird form?” Alex asked, finally catching on. You smiled again at Elina and kissed her on the forehead.

“She’s made me a little nest before when I fall asleep in my study while in bird form.”

“And that happens often?”

“Surprisingly so. Now, snuggle in and no more talking.” As the children said their goodnights, you finally transformed into your bird form; a stunning saker falcon. You jumped lightly onto Elina’s bed, careful not to hurt her with your razor-sharp talons or accidentally hit her with your wing (which had happened on more than one occasion).

Though you nestled into the warm bunch of blankets right away, you didn’t fall asleep until much later, and even then, you were restless all night.

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Little did you know, in the old manor that you would trek to the next day, a group of peculiars and one very curious ymbryne had observed all of this. Alma LeFay Peregrine set her watch and gave the children a reassuring smile while she pondered what this meant and why her stomach had fluttered when you gave that dazzling smile.

#tw yelling #tw slamming hands down #tw being outed #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #wow im so gay for her

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writingsbychlo · 4 years

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poker night | stiles stilinski

word count; 9320

summary; you and stiles have grown close since leaving for college, and the pack coming to visit is the little push you need to finally cross that bridge.

notes; this is teh second fic for my birthday week/7,000 follower celebration!

warnings; smut, drug use, underage drinking.

Excitement and pure joy were coursing through your veins as you watched out of the open curtains down to the street below, the sun just beginning to set as the late evening moved into early night, and you heard Stiles chuckle from across the room where he was tipping various chips into different bowls to lay out beside the poker table he’d rented that sat in the middle of the room.

“Excited, much?”

“Yes!”

You turned to look at him, giving him a pointed stare as you dropped your hand from holding open the curtains to instead place both of your hands on your hips, giving him a wide smile as you rocked on the balls of your feet, and he returned the wide grin, crumpling up the foil packets and dropping them all into the bin as he deemed the room ready. He was lucky, he had a rather large dorm, and all to himself, far bigger than yours was but you were still convinced that the pre-FBI program gave each of their candidates far better university living than the rest of you got. There was plenty of space for everyone to cram in, some of them choosing hotels in the area and some of them choosing to stay with Stiles, it had been a squeeze to get everyone in, but it was worth it.

You hadn't seen your pack since the day you’d left Beacon Hills.

It was hard to be away from them all for so long, after everything you had all been through, and yet you knew you had it easier than most. Stiles had only been a fifteen-minute drive from your accommodation, and so the two of you had grown infinitely closer than you had ever been, relying on one another heavily to make the transition easier. Lydia had called you every day for the first month and a half, and you’d all had weekly facetime sessions, but it just hadn't been the same.

With the first year coming to a close and everyone being far too broke to be able to afford to actually go anywhere, you’d settled on a few days up at college together for a small but parent-free vacation before the journey home.

It was the perfect opportunity for you all to get unnecessarily drunk, excessively high, and eat a lot of junk food, all while not having to worry about any oncoming attack that might strike, as the year-marker of safety was quickly approaching. Naturally, Stiles had decided to set a theme, and where was the place that drinking and gambling was the norm? Vegas. So of course, Stiles had gone all out with renting a poker table and set, and hanging vaguely Vegas-themed decorations around the place. He was even wearing a t-shirt with a tux pattern printed on the front, and had managed to convince you into wearing your party shirt with the flapper-style tassels on to match.

“C’mon, Stiles, it’s been almost a year since we’ve seen anyone from the pack, why aren’t you bouncing off of the roof with excitement?”

“I’ve seen one person from the pack all year.” He prompted, shooting you a playful wink and laughing as you rolled your eyes at him, before throwing away all the wrappers and holding his arms out for you in an invitation for a hug.

Accepting his offer, you moved away from the window and let him wrap his arms around your waist, barely a sliver of space between your bodies as you looked up at him and sighed. “I’m nervous. It’s been so long since we’ve seen them all, and I love them all so much, but nothing bad has happened since we’ve all been separated but what if just when we all get together again, something bad happens, and we don’t even get to enjoy it an-”

He shushed you gently, using one hand to weave through your hair and tuck it away behind your ear, his eyes fixed on you carefully as the playlist you and Stiles had spent a whole week building was playing in the background, waiting for everyone to arrive to appreciate it. “Bad things don’t happen when we’re all together, bad things happened because we were in Beacon Hills. We aren’t in Beacon Hills anymore, and we aren’t scared kids anymore, okay?”

“Okay.”

“You wanna’ cheer up? Nobody can be sad in faux-Vegas!” He cheered, waving his arm around the room, and you chuckled, catching his face brighten even further as he watched the worry slip away from your features, his lips brushing your forehead before he was tucking you under his chin, and holding you tightly.

You were only still for a second, the two of you swaying slowly before you heard the tell-tale signs of a car pulling up outside, the engine dying and doors slamming, and an excited gasp left your lips. “I bet that’s them!”

His fingers laced with yours and he was moving before you were, the two of you speeding over to the window to peer out, catching sight of Derek’s black car, the man himself leaning against it and waiting as Mason and Liam pulled their bags out of the trunk, Scott sitting in the passenger seat with the door open and his bag in his lap. Both yours and Stiles’ phone were chiming a second after he put his own away, notification in your group chat as he informed you both that they’d arrived, unaware of you watching on from the window with anticipation.

The group was on the move, the car locked and disappearing from sight as they entered the building's lobby area, and Lydia had offered her own ETA as the others all chipped in theirs, and just like that, your fears were gone as you swung open the front door and peered out into the corridor while you waited.

Within forty minutes of the Beacon Hills group arriving, everybody was here, and drinks had been cracked open, snacks dug into, and you were all lounging around and catching up on missed gossip and news, sharing photos and stories that you had wanted to tell in person and saved just for this moment.

Pizza boxes were piled high within two hours, and smoke was filling the air, giggles and laughs shared all around as the group simply rejoiced in being back together once again. Liam and Mason had told you all about the latest shit that Coach had been dishing out, and all the pranks that they had committed, as well as Mason, blushing when Lydia and Kira had pressed him about Corey. Scott and Derek had given a brief update about everything that had happened in Beacon Hills, which was surprisingly little with all things considered, and Lydia had tried to inform you all about the advanced placement work she had been doing in her classes, but had lost you all at some point as it became far too complex for you all to understand, and so instead had switched to telling you about the cute guy she had met at the coffee shop three months ago.

Kira and Malis had been travelling, the pair had recently been all over Europe exploring, and had even visited Isaac in France and Jackson in London, before they’d finally returned home to see everyone. They dished out all the little souvenirs that they had bought, and shared them out with you all before showing you pictures and telling you the stories behind each trip. You had shared your own stories, all the funny ones you had of Stiles falling over or spilling something in public, and he embarrassed you just as much, teasing you until your cheeks were red and he was cuddling you into his side and ruffling your hair as everyone laughed.

It was like nothing had ever changed, and you loved it.

The night had drifted on with natural progress until the music had been turned down to a lower level with the late hours, and the hazy atmosphere had everyone moving sluggishly and lazily as empty bottles littered the floor and the stubs of many dead blunts sat in the ashtray on the edge of the poker table, even the wolves having a little wolfbane laced treats to help them hit the mood just as much as all of the non-wolves had.

You were currently lounging across both Liam and Malia on the couch, lay out over them as you continually brushed off your midriff, crumbs dropping down onto your top each time Liam took a bite of the chip dish that was positioned between him and Mason, the two absolutely gone as they laughed and giggled among themselves about everything and anything.

Alongside their voices, and the conversation between yourself, Malia and the boys, was the rustle of cards and clinking of poker-chips, and you were itching for more physical affection than you were getting now, your inhibitions lowered and your need for physical attention through the roof from the substances racing through your bloodstream. Your sights honed in on Stiles, hair messy from playing with it and back facing you, your chair long abandoned from where you’d given up on cards when they’d started the real gambling, and you’d remembered just how crap you were at the game.

Getting up onto wobbly legs, you made your way across the room, resting your hands on Stiles’ shoulder as you stood behind him, smoothing them down his chest and he placed his beer down, licking the excess of the bitter liquid from his lips and placing the hand on top of one of yours, squeezing lightly as he turned to look at you.

“Hi, cutie. What d’you need?”

“Nothin’.” You sighed, slumping down further and resting your chin on the top of his head, used to the sweet little nicknames he fixed you with, and you relaxed against him as he leaned back a little further in the chair and pushed himself a few inches out front he table, seeming to predict your next words before you had even spoken them; “Was just feeling like I wanted some attention.”

“Hm, well c’mere, you can play cards, I’ve seen your poker face in the midst of some much more intense situations than this, I think you can handle it.”

You flicked him in the ear for his joke about all your supernatural struggles, but he held your hand and guided you around him to stand by his side, making space for you to sink down atop him and get comfy.

Slumping down across the boy’s lap with a deep sigh, your legs were slung across his at an angle, and his arms were quick to wind around your waist, one hand tucking itself under your shirt to seat on the heated skin of your waist, and the other held his cards limply in his hand, but his focus was no longer on them. You’d long since given up on the game, barely able to hold a focus as your mind spun from the hazy smoke in the air, and the taste of bitter-sweet alcohol still lingering in your mouth.

Slightly sticky lips brushed your shoulder as he peppered the bare skin with sweet kisses, and you turned your head to give the boy a dopey smile, watching as his own face creased in a beaming grin in response. His eyes were blown wide, slightly widened and his hair messy from constant playing with it, the arm of yours that wasn’t sitting around his neck for support was lifting up so that you could weave a hand into the chocolate locks, and he sighed out softly at the contact, letting you twist in his arms to face him even more.

“Like it when you play with my hair.”

“Mhm, I know.”

Your words were mumbled in response and he chuckled under his breath as his eyes fluttered shut, tipping his head into your hand, before a voice coughed loudly and the two of your jumped, eyes snapping open and focus moving back to the poker table before you both, other members of the pack gathered around and smirking at you both knowingly, but you let out a deep sigh and only relaxed into the boy under you even further.

“Stop looking at us like that.”

“Like what, exactly?” Lydia all but purred out her words, and you shot her a pointed look, as the others around the table all tried to muffle their laughs of agreement. Derek was looking at his cards and trying to bite away his smile by nibbling on the inside of his cheek, Scott and Kira were pretending to discuss their hand at cards, but were shooting the pair of you small looks throughout their whispered conversation, and Lydia was staring at you with a challenging smirk. You could even feel the members of the others scattered around you watching on, the pack spread out around the smoke room, the funky smell hanging off of everyone and everything.

“You know what like. You’re looking at us like you know something we don’t, like it’s a joke only we aren’t a part of.”

You felt a nose push at the underside of your jaw and tipped your head up to allow the boy more space to nose at the space under your jaw and by your ear, letting him just gain his own affections to his heart’s content, and this only spurred on Lydia’s piercing stare at the two of you. “You aren’t a part of a joke, and in fact, it’s incredibly unfunny. However, I do know something you don’t. We all do.”

“Care to share?”

It was the first night in almost a year that the pack had all been together. Lydia had finished her exams early, Scott had gotten ahead on his training with Deaton to create time, and Liam and Mason had ditched their last week. Derek had driven them all up here, and Lydia had come down from her college to see you all. Kira had come with Malia on the plane after they had recently finished their travels of Europe, and you had come across from your own dorms.

It was barely a travel, you and Stiles went to colleges that were only ten miles apart, and so you were hanging out regularly during the week, you were the only two that had seen each other in person since leaving for college and not just via facetime, and in this time, the two of you seemed to have grown even closer than you had ever been despite all the supernatural drama you had been through.

“C’mon, you two have gotten so close since we all left for college.”

“So?” you and Stiles spoke at once, looking to Scott for his comment, before you were giggling and sharing glances in your utterly smoked out state, finding entertainment in your joint statement.

“Nothing.. ‘sparked’ in that time?”

You took a deep sigh, your eyes wandering around the room, flicking from Lydia to Malia, before back to the redhead who was watching you intensely. “Feels a bit weird to talk about this in front of two of his exes.”

“So, there is something to talk about!” Lydia shouted the words like she had suddenly realised the key to life, looking far more excited than someone who just discovered their best friends having feelings for their ex should look. “God, finally, I’ve only been staying with you for three days and the sexual tension is already too much for me to handle.”

“What are you talking about?” Stiles questioned, breath fanning over your face from where he was all but mouthing at your jaw, dry kisses pressed there as he held you to his chest tightly, having put his cards down on the table at some point so hold you with both hands.

“When I left, you two were friends who would hug, now you’re this pair who are all over each other without even realising it! I mean, the two of you are closer right now than Scott and Kira have ever been!” The couple that was involved against their will let out various noises of complaints, being waved off by the redhead and they comforted one another with small kisses, both you and Stiles shrugging languidly. “Listen, Malia and Stiles ended ages ago, and Stiles and I were barely a couple, we didn’t even sleep together, so don’t feel weird.”

“Way to boost my ego, Lydia.” The brunette under you sighed, but you only squeezed yourself around him tighter, feeling him reciprocate the emotions and push his hand even further up over your ribs.

“Even I can smell the arousal and longing rolling off of the two of you in waves. Just admit it to each other already.” Derek muttered, shifting his cards before pushing some of his counters into the middle, and despite all the alcohol and weed in your system, your eyes went wide as you shifted to look at the boy underneath you, his lips parted a little as he gave you a nervous smile.

“You’re longing? For me?”

He grinned widely, his head tipping to the side, cheeks flushed with warm heat, before he licked over his lips and nodded slowly. “Yeah, since like the first month when you stayed that whole weekend to binge marvel movies with me so I didn’t feel alone and you did that dance thing while you were making pancakes on Saturday.” He paused, thinking over his words, before he was leaning in a little and bumping his nose with yours as your hand came out of his hair to sit on his cheek delicately. “You’re aroused? By me?”

Your breath hitched, and he smirked very lightly at your response, his lips brushing yours when you nodded. “Yeah, ever since the day you came over right after going to the gym and you were all sweaty and asked if I minded if you used my shower and then you walked around with your shirt off before dinner. I definitely didn’t mind.”

He laughed lightly at your statement, his eyes glazing over a little as he remembered the day. “Are you longing, too?”

“Mhm. Are you also aroused?” Your question hung heavily in the air and he let out a soft sound under his breath as you asked him.

“Of course.”

“Cool.” You both spoke the single syllable word at the same time, your eyes closing as your fingers dug into his jaw a little, your breathing as light and shallow as everyone else in the room seemed to fade away. It was simply the two of you, sharing breath and his tongue brushing your lips when it peeked out of his mouth to wet his own, and you whimpered under your breath so quietly only he would hear it, to which his hands tightened on your flesh as he picked up on the sound.

“You want to go back to your place?”

“Oh, definitely.” You nodded rapidly, and he beamed shifting in your lap, taking a swig of his drink as he downed the rest of the glass, and slipped his hand into your back pocket as the rest of the group stared at the two of you with wide eyes, shock evident on their faces about how easy that conversation had really been, but you didn’t care, because Stiles was running the pads of his fingers very subtly over your ass and squeezing through your pocket, even as he stared down everyone else in the room, and your skin was beginning to feel hot from something entirely other than the atmosphere in his dorm that you had all created. “We need a cab.”

“We can call one and makeout in the doorway while we wait, go get your bag.” He pulled his touch away from you, placing a playful slap on your ass and grinning at the way you squeaked before scurrying away to gather your belongings, and he was grabbing his wallet, throwing down a handful of notes on the table, quickly booking an Uber with the app on his phone.

When your hand slipped into his again the shocked looks had morphed into smirks, the only three teams still sitting around the table were reshuffling cards and setting themselves up to play, Stiles telling them all not to wait up for him to come home, before he was pulling you from the room and towards the door. “You booked a cab?”

“Yes.”

“And we’re going to make out in the doorway until it gets here?”

“Fuck, yes.” He tipped his head to look at you, slamming the front food shut and guiding you towards the stairs you were so familiar with, as the two of you set off on your quick and stumbling journey toward the main entrance to the building.

“Will you grab at my ass again like you were before?”

“Do you want me to?” He didn’t give you a chance to respond, however, before his fingers were leaving yours and moving over your lower back to grab at your ass roughly, feeling your shake as he curled you into his side, the two of you inching down the lower staircase. “Like that?”

“Yeah?”

“Honestly, I’ll do anything you want me to.”

“I’m going to remember that for later.” You punctuated your words with a nibble on his lower lip, glancing up into his swirling whiskey eyes through your lashes, and he groaned under his breath, letting himself nod slowly as he used his grip on your ass to pull your body flush up against his. His mouth descended onto your own once again, catching your lips in a fiery kiss, instantly parting as the lust took over your both, tripping and stumbling down the final few steps as he pressed you into the wall beside the door, uncaring for who may see the pair of you as his tongue tangled with your own, visible between your parted mouths whenever your heads twisted to the side for deeper access.

It was sloppy and wet, and a clash of moans and whimpers as the two of you teased done another endlessly with a mixture of slow and ongoing kisses that alternated with needy and rushed ones, teeth clashing and lips dragging.

Hands roamed one another’s bodies, your palms tracing over the broad and hardened planes of his chest, the workouts he had been on for the pre-FBI fitness programs had done things to his body that lacrosse never did, and you were sure the day you’d seen Stiles do a pull-up was the day you realised rolling over guys may actually be a thing. The muscles twitched and tensed under your fingertips, and his hands were rubbing along you back all the way to your upper thighs, exploring your body as he pinched and squeezed in places that made your body jerk and twitch into him.

His lips were working along your neck as your heart raced, your eyes closed and back arching up, chests pressed flush together, and the what around the two of you almost felt like it was too much. The fingers that were sitting low on your waist slipped even further, grazing along you covered pussy through you jeans, ad he pushed down teasingly on the spot he knew your clit would be, biting down on the joint between your shoulder and your neck when he heard you moan his name out breathlessly at the simple action.

He dragged his tongue over the spot, moving in to dip back down to kiss you, before the two of you were breaking through your haze at the sound of a horn honking, and the phone in his back pocket was buzzing. He was panting for breath as he pulled back from you, only one hand still touching you as his fingers laced with your own, a stark contrast from every part of him pressed to every part of you only seconds prior.

“Good thing, one minute longer and I probably would’ve had my hands down your pants right here in the doorway.”

He gave you a sultry wink, before he was pulling you along to the car waiting on the edge of the road, ignoring your wide eyes and stuttering words, holding the door open for you and helping you inside like a gentleman, like he hadn't just threatened public nudity and a great orgasm only seconds prior. He was seconds behind you, confirming his identity and booking to the driver, and as the car took up motion on the short journey once again, he turned back to you.

“You okay, baby? You look flushed.” You turned to look at him, sensing the light tone in his voice that was playfully disguising the question underneath as to whether you still wanted this, and you nodded gently, taking his face in your hands and pulling his face down so that you could peck his lips.

“I like it when you call me baby.”

“You do?” He dragged his nose along your cheek, brushing a kiss to your skin, the intimate and sweet touches making you blush hot and red under his touch, his chuckle so soft that only you could hear it.

“Yeah. We could have been doing this for months, y’know.”

“Making out in a taxi and trying not to feel each other up to much before we get back to your place?” He joked, tucking an arm over your shoulder and you settled into his side, your hands playing with his other one as it sat on your thigh and squeezed lightly.

“I was going to say being together, but sex works too.” Your words were whispered out, and he twisted until he was nuzzling affectionately into your hairline.

“You want that? To be together with me?”

“Well, I wasn’t longing for fun.” You scoffed, and he shifted his hands to lace your fingers together, his arm squeezing you tighter to him.

“I can’t say I always knew we were meant to be, or that I spent my whole child and teenhood pining after you, but I really think we would be special together, and I think we could go a long way together.” You rolled your eyes at his affections, but the alcohol and drugs in your body were making you emotional, and you sniffed away your feelings as you pushed your face into his neck, pressing a kiss to his skin in a silent acknowledgement of his statement.

“Together, then.”

“Together.” He confirmed, and the scenery flashing by before you both was quickly coming to an end, Stiles confirming a payment to come out of his bank account, before he was thanking the driver and watching as you clambered from the car to stand before your own building, Stiles stumbling out behind you and pressing himself up to your back as the two of you giggled in your drunkenness.

It was an awkward walk between the two of you, you back pressed to the wall of your elevator as you each tried to hit the right button for your floor, seeming to hit every single one but the right one, and the journey was filled with shared giggling ad little moans as you let him kiss and lick at your neck, marking your skin with red marks that would be dark by the morning. His hands had fished your keys out of your pocket, and he was holding them up before you as the two of you all but raced along the corridor to your room.

The door slammed off of the wall as you made your way in, dropping the keys to the floor and kicking the door shut behind you as he navigated you on the path he knew so well toward your bedroom, the light feeling in the air gone as lust and heat replaced it, your mouths meshing together in urgent kisses that begged for more, wandering hands and tugs of material, your jacket pushed from your shoulder to the floor and your hands tucked underneath his t-shirt as you finally got to feel the abs that you had so often watched sweat run down when he’d taken you to do workouts with him, or showed up at your place straight after the gym or a run.

Pulling his own shirt up and over his head, your hands were immediately drawn to the exposed skin of his chest. It certainly wasn’t the first time you’d seen him without a shirt on, but it was the first time you’d been allowed to actually look, to touch, and your fingertips were pressing into the smooth skin, palms flat to his flushed chest, pink and shining with a light layer of sweat from the heat forming between the two of you. “Damn, Sti.”

“What? Still thought I was the skinny kid with the buzzcut from sophomore year?”

“No, you’ve spent enough time wandering around without your shirt on while I’m around for me to know you’re hot, it’s just now I can actually appreciate it.” You flashed your teeth at him in a cheeky grin, and he gave a breathless chuckle in response, the muscles in his stomach tightening as your fingers dragged down over the taut flesh, until your nails were scratching at the trail of dark hairs below his navel, hooking into his dark jeans.

“I wouldn't have minded if you’d appreciated it before.” You tipped your head up, kissing along the underside of his jaw gently, licking at the smooth flesh from where he had shaved earlier in the day, and his breathing shallowed as you did, his fingers tightening on your hips. “Okay, no fair, shirt off, baby. I’ve been wanting to know what your tits looked like since you wore that red bikini to the pool party I took you to.”

You went almost the same shade as the aforementioned garment as he whispered the filthy words into your ear, and he pushed his hands up under your shirt, hands inching the flimsy material up until it was sitting just under your bra, his thumbs smoothing out over your skin and brushing at the wire of your bra. “You sure you want to do this? We don’t have to. I swear, I’d be more than happy to just cuddle with you and watch movies like we always do on Tuesday nights, just s-”

Your lips met his, pressing a deep and longing kiss to his lips, and he moaned into your mouth when the connection was made, your bodies coming up flush against one another as you moved your hands back up to loop around his neck. Your fingers weaved into his hair, one hand behind his head as the other cradled his jaw, and he tipped his head to the side, your noses bumping and brushing as his tongue dipped out to tempt your lips to open up for him. Instead of allowing that, however, you were pulling away, just enough until your lips were barely brushing his, letting him groan out in dissatisfaction.

Pulling your shirt up and over your head and dropping it to the ground, his eyes widened as he took in the sight of your exposed chest, all other than the simple white bra you were wearing underneath, and your jaw dropped as you suddenly remembered the underwear that was clad on your body.

“I wasn’t expecting this when I put my comfy underwear on today, I have way cuter bras than this.”

He smirked, popping the button on your jeans so that they were loose enough for him to tug down softly, until they were tight around your thighs, your jaw hanging open as both of his palms slipped down to squeeze at your ass. “I was assuming you wouldn't be wearing the cute blue thong when you had no idea what would happen tonight. Besides, if you'll let me, I’d much rather have your underwear off and on the floor, with my head between your thighs and my hands on your tits instead.”

“How do you know about my cute blue thong?” You whined, tipping your head back with false-irritation in your voice, and letting him kiss down your neck as your hair fell back behind you.

“You do your laundry with me every week, sometimes I’d see what was going into the machines, and that piece caught my eye, I always hoped I’d get to see it on you, and we have plenty of time for that. Besides, I’m wearing boxers with hotdogs printed on, so don’t worry about it.” His fingers moved one of the straps of your bra away, letting it fall away to sit on the side of your arm, exposing your shoulder to him, and you own hands found the clasp behind your back, undoing it for him and watching as his eyes focused in one your breasts, nipples already hard under the material, and he licked at his lips as he stared down at your chest. “Shit, you have such perfect tits.”

You took one of his wrists in your hands, dragging the limp limb up until his palm was pressing over your skin, a content sigh falling from your lips was beyond your control as his fingers twitched and he took control once again, squeezing at the fleshy mound you had given him access to. His thumb and forefinger pinched your nipple teasingly, rolling the taut bud between the pads, and your back arched up, pressing even further into him.

Dipping down, he took the other between his teeth, pulling lightly before sealing his lips around it, his arm wrapped around your lower back so that he could tip you backwards, your hips pressing into his and the bulge in his jeans becoming obvious as you found yourself flush up against one another.

“I really need to know what else that mouth can do, and what else you’ve got hidden, and then when we’re all fucked out, we can definitely cuddle and watch a movie. First, though, I want you to make sure I scream loud enough that my neighbours know your name.”

“And here I was thinking I’d be doing the dirty talk, huh?” He sighed out against your skin, pulling away from your breast with a ‘pop’, the skin wet and shiny and he moved back up to brush his mouth with yours. “You got it, princess.”

His hands found your hips, pushing you backwards onto the bed, and he was pulling your jeans the rest of the way down your legs, taking your socks and shoes as he went, stripping you down to just the polka dot cotton panties you wore, and your hair fanned out around you on the bed as your chest rose and fell, mind spinning as you tried to gather yourself, the whole motion had happened so quickly. His hands were on your knees, pushing your thighs apart until he could settle on the mattress between them, and lick a long stripe up along your covered core, spit soaking you underwear, but the feeling of his hot breath against you was already making you tremble underneath him.

“Can’t wait to taste you, I bet you’re sweet, hm? That okay? I’ve been dreaming ‘bout getting my head between these thighs, or having you ride my face, cum on my tongue, how’s that sound?”

“Yes! Yes, to all of it, whatever you want!” Your words were promising for him, and he caught your eye as you propped yourself up on you elbows to look at him, his eyes blown with lust and dark as he hooked his fingers into the elastic of the waistband, tugging the material away from your swiftly, and he let out a noise that was somewhere between a growl and a moan as your glistening folds were put on display for him, with no barrier between.

“Oh, fuck, you look so good. All spread out for me, dripping wet and blushing. You’re perfect.”

“I’m not perfect, Stiles.”

“You absolutely fucking are, and I’ll prove just how perfect I think you are.” His lips descended onto yours as he leaned over you, one hand holding him up as you shared a sloppy and heated kiss, the clashing of teeth and tangling of tongues, wet sounds audible in the room as the two of you frantically dove into one another's mouths, exploring and becoming familiar with new territory. The other hand snaked down between your body, cautious fingers dragging along your drenched skin as two digits parted your folds, swirling in the built-up wetness and bumping against your clit. “Shit, you’re so wet. All for me, yeah?”

“All for you, Stiles, you really have no idea what you do to me.”

“Mhm, I think I do.” He joked, grinding his hips down into one of your thighs, pressing the erection that was straining into his jeans into your thigh, and you both let out whimpers at the action.

“Then fuck me, Stiles, show me I affect you like you affect me. Fuck me, now.”

“I will, I promise.” He cooed, grinning into your skin, his face buried in your neck as he sunk a single finger into you, all the way down to the knuckle, feeling your velvety walls clench around him immediately, coating his skin in your juices. “I gotta’ open you up first, get you ready for m’ cock, okay? And, I do just really want to fuck you with my tongue.”

With that, he was slipping out of your eyesight and down your body, his arms wrapping under your thighs as he situated himself between your legs, letting out a shaky breath as he lapped at his lips and stared lustfully at your centre. You felt drunk on his touch, everything in your world seeming hazy and blurry as he pressed kisses up along the inside of your thighs, his teeth dragging against the soft skin, and you felt your breath hold in your lungs as he came to the apex of your thighs. That second-long pause felt like it dragged on for hours, before his tongue was finally dragging slowly along your core, a trail from your entrance to your clit, and a loud moan tore from you at the feeling of his mouth on you.

His lips sealed around your clit, sucking harshly, and your back arched up from the bed as he barely did anything, and yet pleasure was already spiking along your entire body. He dragged his tongue, flat and warm, over the bud and made sure that he moved as slowly as possible, teasing you endlessly, despite how much you wanted more. You wanted to remember this moment and make the most of it, but you couldn't think about anything but the pure bliss Stiles was giving to you, the way he was drinking up every drop of arousal you made, the way he was sucking and nibbling at your core in a most delectable way that had a heat curling in your belly and your body somewhere between relaxed and tense.

Once he was satisfied that he had licked up everything you had already given, his mouth closed over you, the tip of his tongue poking and prodding at your entrance and teasing the hole, before dipping his tongue into you, and he groaned out as his mouth was flooded with more waves of your juices. You clenched around the wet muscle eagerly, feeling the way your own body was reacting to him like you never had with anyone else, and your hips rocked up into his face, rolling in repeated motions to meet the thrusts of his tongue in and out of you.

“Fuck, Stiles!”

His chuckle was muffled against your core, the feeling of it vibrating along you body though, and the upturned tip of his cute little nose was once again you downfall, though now instead of being due to making your heart race, it was instead form the way it was nudging against the throbbing bud nestled between your legs, and you felt the nerves in you body zapping and jolting with electricity each time he tilted his head or dove into you even deeper than he already was.

His fingers were digging into your thighs, holding you close to him as you cried out his name, and he was moaning into your centre with each flick of his tongue and drag of his lips against your dripping cunt, slurping sounds that would make a pornstar blush, and you brought up a shaky hand to thread into his hair, tugging on the chocolate locks in warning. You felt the heat overwhelm you, your body tensing and back arching up until it was no longer on the bed and your legs clamping around his head as you came, his name leaving your lips as a sob when he bit down on your clit just enough to spur on your orgasm with a little more power.

Your body was shaking and muscles cramping up, your skin shining with a sheen of sweat and he continued to greedily lap at your hole until you were oversensitive and pushing him away prying your own legs open to release him, and when he popped back into your line of sight, he was wearing own of the cockiest looks you had ever seen on him. His cheeks and chin were shining, and his lips were swollen, hair messy from where your fingers were tangled in the strands and he kissed his way back up your body, smearing your sin with your own fluids, and taking his time in making sure he had kissed and licked at every bit of skin, until his mouth was moving across your cheek and back to your lips.

“You tasted so fucking good, you want to try?” His words were deep, and seductive, and his voice was raspier than you had ever heard it, even in the mornings when the two of you had fallen asleep slumped against one another on the couch after marathoning a new TV show. You found yourself nodding before you even really processed the words, and he beamed down at you with a filthy smile, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down and opening your mouth just enough for his tongue to slither out and play with yours when his lips slanted across your own.

It was a taste you weren’t used to, foreign in your mouth and unexpected and yet it was just a little sweet, like he had said. It was mixed with the taste of him, one which you much preferred but at this point every inhibition you had was thrown out of the window because right now you were drowning in the way his lips played with your own, his lips tempting yours into the interaction alongside his. For a few minutes, you just lay there, your fingers weaved into his hair as you made out, lazy and messy and hot in a way you couldn't even begin to explain, but each kiss left you breathless and craving more, and each flittering touch of his hands along your body as he moved them, dragging them over every limb and expanse of skin, had your body setting alight once again.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel fucking incredible.” You smiled up at him dopily, and he laughed down at you, the moment so incredibly intimate that you felt like your heart was swelling up, and his finger tapped the tip of your nose, before brushing over your kiss-bitten and pouted lips, letting you kiss the pad of his finger.

“Yeah? That’s good, I like this. Us. I like us being like this, it sorta’ feels like one of those lazy Sunday mornings. Don’t you think?” Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you pulled up your legs to clamp around his hips, humming thoughtfully as you considered his words.

“I do, but-” you paused in your words, flipping the two of you over, and he let out a sound of sunrise and shock, before he was staring up at you in awe and swallowing thickly as he found himself on his back, watching your tits bounce above him as you leaned down, hair framing your face and lips barely touching his. “-if this was a lazy Sunday morning, you definitely wouldn't be wearing jeans, and I would be able to ride you a lot easier.”

To emphasise your point, your rocked your hips down into him gently, your eyes rolling a little and eyes fluttering shut as the denim he wore grazed against your sensitive core, a wet patch being left over the bulge of his jeans, the two of you watching between your bodies as trails of slick leaked from you, covering the front of his pants each time you rose up and pushed back down into his covered erection. “You are everything wet dreams are made of.”

His words were groaned out, his hands coming down between your bodies, and he rose his legs behind you, bumping you up just high enough that when his hips lifted from the bed with you sat in his lap, he was able to push his jeans and boxers down to his mid-thighs. His cock was pulsing with need, skin hot and flushed and dripping with precum, both of you letting out squeaky and broken sounds of satisfaction when his cock rubbed against your folds.

Grinding down onto him, his legs fell flat, both of you far too needy for a connection to even undress him properly, and you sat up, hands splayed over his chest for leverage and knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips, giving you the leverage you needed to be able to rock your hips into him.

The head of his cock pushed against your neglected bead each time, his cock and thighs shining with your arousal as you pleased yourself, whimpering at each strangled noise he let out as his hands clenched by his sides, chest rising and falling under your palms as your dragged your pussy up and down his cock, feeling him nudge against your hole each time, but you were enjoying the build-up a little too much, and you could tell he was too, from the way his face was scrunched up in pleasure and the way his lips were parted to let out short breaths.

“Please, princess. I need to be inside you, I have been wishing for this moment for almost a year, don’t make me wait any longer.”

You nodded, lifting yourself up as he quickly took himself within his hand, pumping himself easily with all the slick on his skin, before he was lining himself up, his eyes finding yours and his other hand finding your jaw, bringing your lips down to meet his in a tender kiss as he felt you sink down onto his cock, gasping against your mouth and nibbling on your lower lip as you took him into your warmth, inch by inch until he was fully sheathed within you.

He let out a long and shuddering breath when your hips met his, your walls clamping around him and flexing experimentally, and he wiggled happily, his whole body deflating as a look of ecstasy and joy took him over. “Holy fuck, you feel incredible.”

You rolled your hips back, circling them slowly as you adjusted to his size, and you felt the breath knocked from your lungs as he dragged against every inch of your walls slowly. There was no barrier between you, and your forehead dropped down to press against his as you experimented with the swivels of your hips and the movements you made, trying to find a rhythm of what worked best for the both of you. His hands came up to your hips, holding on tightly and helping you move, and when his noises picked up in frequency and pitch at the same time that your own eyes rolled back and your skin erupted in goosebumps was when you knew you had found the best way to move.

You left a series of prolonged and loving kisses to his lips, feeling him lean up into it as best as possible, before your nails were digging into his skin scraping lightly as you moved yourself back to sitting up on his lap. He stretched you out, his generous girth and length filling you to the brim, and he was tapping against spots you didn’t even know you had, bringing you more pleasure than you could possibly have imagined, and you clenched around him tightly and rolled the muscles in your stomach. “Oh, God! Don’t do that unless you want me to cum in like thirty seconds, because that was fucking incredible, but I won’t last if you do.”

His words were wheezed out and you smirked, repeating the action and watching the way he writhed and squirmed underneath you, and he shot you a mock glare, pinching at your thighs and making you jump in a way that brought both of you a little jolt of electricity.

“You are a hazard to my fucking health, princess.”

A needy noise left you at the pet name, and you began to bob up and down on his shaft, throwing you head back as you took what you wanted, the feeling of another climax buildings as creeping through your veins and making your vision flash with spots as your eyes rolled, and your lips were drying with each quick pant you took for breath. The angle changed when he pushed himself up onto his hands, and a cry left you, your legs tightening around him as he pushed against a certain spot.

“There?”

“Right there, Stiles! Fuck, please!” Your hands were in his hair, his lips on your tits and teeth grazing your skin as he tried to buck up to meet your movements, and you only sped up more and more as you found yourself becoming comfortable in your motions. The room seemed to fade away, nothing mattered between the two of you except the way his hands felt on your body and the way his cock felt every time it slid out of you almost entirely, before you were slamming yourself back or him and crying out his name.

His own mumbles of praise and arousal were spurring you on, your body feeling like it was on cloud nine, and you no longer felt intoxicated on anything except the feeling of his body underneath you, the way he looked at you lighting you up and the way he kissed you making you feel like nothing would ever matter again. Stiles meant everything, he was made for you, and you could feel from the way the pair of you fit so well together that nothing would ever matter again, as long as you had him and he had you.

Your muscles were growing tired, your knees aching thighs screaming out, but your climax was so close that you could barely even speak sentences now, nothing but his name and your begs for more, and you could feel him twitching and leaking precum within you as he neared his peak. He fell back until he was laying down again, his legs still popped up behind you and you followed after him, a hand on either side of his head as his thrusts into you became easier for him, your jaw slack and tears lining your eyes as pure pleasure overtook you.

He picked up his pace, chasing his own high as well as yours frantically and the press of your chest to his, the feel of the short hairs at his base tickling against your overstimulated clit was enough to completely drive you into bliss. He was pounding into you, never letting up as he kissed your through your climax, feeling you scream out into his mouth as he muffled your sounds and made sure to fuck you through until you could no longer take it. You were scratching at his chest, shaking as everything all when into hyperdrive, feeling like you were floating as he flipped you over, holding your legs up and open as he desperately fucked into your abused hole, wetness on your cheeks as a third orgasm built, straight off of the second one and it all became too much.

His fingers on your clit, his mouth on your chest, his cock stretching you out wide and dragging against your rim with each deep and penetrating thrust, and your fingers tangled in the bedsheets as you thrashed happily under him. Nothing had ever felt this good, no orgasm you’d ever had with anyone else or alone, nothing you had even imagined, and every nerve within you was sparking and crackling with energy as you finally exploded for a third and final time.

You clenched around him so hard that you dragged him over the edge with you, his body collapsing down onto you as he went entirely boneless, spasming atop you as the two of you pressed together and rolled through your peaks. Spurts of hot and thick cum filled you up in ropes, spattering against your walls and filling you up, so much so that each time he shafted you could feel him leaking out of you and dripping down into the bedsheets below, and he pressed multiple soft and chaste kisses to the skin that he could reach, before letting out a deep and satisfied groan.

“Oh, my God. That was the best sex I’ve ever fucking had.” He was crushing you, but you still managed to let out a small giggle underneath him, before he was rolling himself off of you and pulling out, a relieved sigh on your lips as he did. “You’re incredible, absolutely amazing, the best. Just the best. Fuck, I can’t wait to do that again, and just be with you. This is going to be great, an-”

You pressed up to push your lips against his, and he let out a soft sound when you did, before his lips were curling up in a smile and he was kissing you back as best he could.

“You were rambling. You’re even more affectionate after sex.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No! God, no, I love it.” You rubbed the tip of your nose with his, before you were sitting up and grumbling at the protests your body made as you did. “I like it when you’re all clingy and needy, it makes me feel less weird about it when I do the same to you.”

“I like it when you get all touchy, and now I can really do something about it, because let me tell you, all those cute time that you’d come over and just want to cuddle me while I was cooking for us or when you’d hold my hand when we went shopping or lean into me when you’re tired? I wanted to kiss you so fucking badly, and now I can.” Long fingers brushed sweaty and matted hair out of your face, and he pressed his lips to your forehead, before standing up and shucking off the jeans that were still pooled around his calves, kicking off all the remnants of his clothing.

“I can’t wait, because a little secret would be that I wanted you to kiss me in all of those times, too.”

“Good to know, princess.” You hummed, accepting the hands he was holding out to you, and his eyes scanned along your naked form, swallowing thickly and averting his eyes when he caught sight of the mess leaking out of you. “We should get cleaned up, then you can have those cuddles I promised you.”

“Bath time, then a movie?”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

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Stay Strong, Alex - Part 4

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Kara is looking out of National City from the DEO headquarters. Her phone rings and Kara pulls out her phone and sees Lena Luthor projected on the screen.

"Lena," Kara's voice cracks.

"Kara, I'm glad I caught you. Um. Can I ask your advice about something, er, someone?" Lena asks.

"Um . . ." Kara closes her eyes as anguish washes over her. "Now's not a good time. I'm sorry. Can I call you back?"

"Oh, of course, of course," Lena replies, her voice taking on a softer note. "Is everything okay?" Lena asks.

"I'll call you back," Kara breathes, hanging up the phone. Kara's tear-filled eyes turn back to the skyline, and she closes her eyes, her hands resting against the stone railing.

"What are you doing?" J'oon asks, walking up to his daughter-figure.

"Listening for her," Kara says brokenly. She takes a deep breath. "But I can't hear anything. I can do all these incredible things, but I can't punch my way out of this or fly fast enough and turn back time. And now I'm afraid to lose the person that is the most important person to me."

"To us, Kara," J'oon says softly.

Kara nods and tears well up in her eyes. "(Y/n) was right," Kara whispers. "I shouldn't have rushed in. I made things worse. I -" Kara pauses.

"(Y/n) was upset. She was frustrated and she lashed out at you," J'oon tells the superhero. "You only did what you thought was best to protect your sister. No one can blame you for that."

"I'm scared," Kara murmurs.

"Hey, come on," J'oon says softly, pulling Kara into a hug. The tears finally sliding down her face.

. . .

(Y/n) enters Rick's interrogation room, her eyes narrowed. She sits down in the metal chair and folds her arms slowly.

"Under two hours," Rick says, leaning back in his chair. "The clock is ticking fast."

"I know," (Y/n) says, all emotion had left her after her last conversation with Kara. "And if it ticks down completely, we both lose," (Y/n) continues, leaning forward slightly. "And I don't think you want to lose."

Rick smirks. "And neither do you."

(Y/n)'s eyes narrow.

"I was wrong about Kara," Rick says and (Y/n) focuses back on the man in front of her. "She's too much of a Girl Scout to do what I need her to do. I misjudged her." Rick pauses, "But I may have discounted you. You're a cop. You could just walk into that prison and break out my father if you wanted to. You care for her. I've seen that."

(Y/n) holds back the tears that had formed in her eyes, "By stalking us."

"The way you look at her," Rick continues. "The way your hand touches her's when you're walking down the street." (Y/n) bites the inside of her cheek and she shifts her gaze from Rick's for a moment. "Love can make people do things that they don't normally do. So, please, help us bring back the people we love."

. . .

"Please tell me you have something?" Kara asks, her voice quivering.

"I have literally tried everything, all right?" Winn says. "I've tried family holding, bank accounts, call logs from the prison . . . There's nothing."

Kara groans, looking at the timer counting down from fifty-nine minutes, and she buries her head in her hands.

"Hey, we're gonna find her," Mon-El tells Kara. "I-I'm gonna talk to (Y/n) and see if she's got anything else out of him."

Kara looks at the computer monitor projecting the camera looking into Rick's room, but (Y/n) isn't there.

"Where . . . where's (Y/n)?" Kara asks, and Winn and Mon-El turn to look at the screen.

. . .

(Y/n) glances around the corner of the prison wall but stops when she hears the guard's keys jingling together.

(Y/n) waits until the guard walks through a set of double doors to moves. She strides up to one of the metal pipes and places a projector in front of a camera so that the guards watching the cameras wouldn't see what she is about to do.

(Y/n) jogs through the projection, her face set in determined lines.

She blows the lock on Peter Thompson's door. "What the hell are you doing?" Thompson asks as (Y/n) grabs his upper arm.

"Taking you to your son," (Y/n)'s voice cracks.

(Y/n) lifts Alex's raygun and shoots two cameras as she makes her way through the prison.

"Nice gun," Thompson comments.

"It's my girlfriend's," (Y/n) says shortly, pushing Thompson forward.

"(Y/n), you know Alex wouldn't want you to do this," Kara says in her Supergirl uniform.

"All I care about is getting her back alive," (Y/n) says, her eyes burning. "You were right, sometimes words don't work."

"Sometimes punching doesn't either," Kara counters. "She just came from your son. She was with him all day, trying to turn him," Thompson turns to look at (Y/n), "make him understand. You know what kind of words your son's been using? Words like 'rescue' and 'love.' He says he wants to rescue you, like you rescued him," Kara steps forward, her arms crossed across her chest. But if he kills Alex Darners, he'll never be rescued. He'll have to live with that for the rest of his life. And that'll be his hell," Kara's voice softens. "Now, you've done a lot of bad things in your life, but you've done one thing you can be proud of. You were a father. A good one. You were there for your son during the toughest time of his life and that's what you need to do again now. If he kills her, you will have failed at the one good thing you've done with your life. Be a father now."

A timer beeps on (Y/n)'s phone, and fear strikes through her. "She's out of time."

"Please, is there anywhere he would have taken her?" Kara asks.

"There's one place," Thompson says.

. . .

(Y/n) and Kara open the garage door of the storage facility and they run in, (Y/n) freezing with horror at the sight of her girlfriend in the glass chamber.

Kara speeds over and puts a fist through the glass and all the water - as well as Alex - flow through the hole in the glass.

Alex coughs up water as she rolls onto her side.

"Thank God," (Y/n) says, pulling Alex's head into her lap. "She's okay. She's alright."

(Y/n) lifts Alex's head up as Alex chokes on the water, coughing it up. (Y/n) grabs Alex's hand and squeezes it.

"You held on," Kara says, pressing her hands to her sister's pale cheeks.

"I-I h-eld on," Alex stammers.

(Y/n) cradles Alex's head and presses her lips to her girlfriend's forehead.

. . .

The three women return to the DEO, Alex remaining asleep in the MedBay while (Y/n) stares out the window, relaxed by the soft patter of the rain and her girlfriend safe.

"Hey, you," Alex says hoarsely and (Y/n) turns, relief evident on her face. "You okay?" Alex asks.

A look of disbelief spreads across (Y/n)'s face. "Am I okay?" (Y/n) asks softly, settling down in a chair and taking Alex's hands in her own, a look of tender affection on her face. "Are you kidding? That was really clever, with the whole Navy Seal thing with your pants. What was that?" (Y/n) smiles and Alex laughs.

"Well, I knew I just had to buy a couple of seconds," Alex says, and a tear trails down her cheek. "I knew you were going to come."

(Y/n)'s gaze softens.

"You didn't let me finish before, but I, um . . ." Alex pauses.

"What?" (Y/n) murmurs.

"I just really have to say it now," Alex continues.

"Alex . . ."

"It's okay, it's okay," Alex says as she sits up, (Y/n) shooting out a hand to help. The redhead tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and turns to gaze deeply into (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes. "Those firsts that you talked about . . ." Alex says, her voice a whisper because of how close her face is to (Y/n)'s. (Y/n) nods, a soft smile on her face. "I want to have them all with you." (Y/n)'s eyes get watery. "I never want to stop having firsts with you. I love you, (Y/n) (L/n)."

"I love you, Alex Danvers," (Y/n) murmurs, her eyes still watery.

"Yeah?" Alex asks.

"Yeah," (Y/n) smiles affectionately.

At the same time, (Y/n) and Alex cup each other's faces with their hands and press their lips together, both women beaming.

They pull apart, resting their foreheads together, wide smiles on their faces.

. . .

"She refused to stay in bed," (Y/n) comments with an affectionate eye roll as she supports her girlfriend as they walk into the main meeting room; Alex just laughs.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Kara asks, her protective sister coming out.

"I'm alright," Alex says, meeting J'oon's warm gaze.

"I knew you'd be fine," Mon-El says and Alex grins.

"You did good, Alex," J'oon says with a smile. "You too, (Y/n)." He pulls both women into a hug.

"Oh," (Y/n) says, slightly surprised, but she returns the hug after a moment.

"Just doing what you taught me to do," Alex says and (Y/n) rests her gaze on Alex again.

"Oh. You survived," Rick says as two guards lead him away.

"Oh," Winn says angrily, "you do not get to talk to her."

"What are you going to do to him?" Alex asks.

"My job," J'oon says. "Protect the identity of Supergirl and teh DEO."

"You're gonna mind-wipe him?" Alex asks.

"Do you object?" J'oon replies.

"No," Alex shakes her head, a grin creeping onto her face. "Just . . . Before you do . . ." Alex whips around and nails Rick in the face.

(Y/n) exchanges a look with Kara and the two, Mon-El, and Winn all laugh as Rick groans with pain.

"Just make sure he remembers that," Alex says firmly.

"Will do," J'oon says, walking after Rick and the two guards.

(Y/n) walks over and gently takes ahold of Kara's upper arm. "I need to thank you."

"Thank me? For what?" Kara asks as the two walk out of earshot.

"I was so afraid of losing her that I wasn't thinking," (Y/n) explains. "And I almost . . ."

"Yeah, but you did the right thing," Kara argues. "And that was all you. All I did was remind you of everything you've been telling me the whole time." Kara smiles and (Y/n) tilts her head.

"You and me make a pretty solid team, don't we?" (Y/n) asks with a grin.

"Well, we both love her," Kara says.

"Yeah," (Y/n) says and Kara laughs. The two embrace warmly.

The two walk back over and Alex beams at (Y/n).

"You wanna go get that dog now?" (Y/n) asks Alex nods excitedly.

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Chapter 12 - The true scent of Medieval times.

Episode 3. Eonan: *As he was done cleaning the mess he had made, he spent a couple hours cleansing Adrian's lot, making sure no leftover darkness or leftover necromancy was lingering. Truth to be told, it had been a while since he had last spilled so much blood in such a short time, and it was tiring for his soul. As he was finally wrapping everything up, and about to leave, he picked up his phone and made a much needed call* Congo: Yes, my dear *his warm voice greeted Eonan's ears as sweet music* Eonan: I've had a rrrrrough day *he sighed soft in the phone* Congo: I see. *A loving warmth spread through the phone* How about you grab us a bottle of wine and meet me at the mountain, I have been up here all day, digging in the dirt, my fingers are frozen solid by now *he chuckled warmly* looks like winter will come early this year. I was just about to head inside anyway, to fill a bathtub... you are more than welcome to join me... Eonan: *He smiled warmly* I would really love that after the day I have had. I'll see you in a moment. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *The room was dark, musky, a scent of old wet stone and mold hanging thick in the air, it was dark, and barely lit by a few torches here and there. But as far as the eye could see, it seemed to be in a dungeon type of basement, somewhere deep below ground, judging by the sound of dripping water echoing through the surrounding hallways*

Sparkle: *She sat quietly on a large wooden chair, her heart beating fast and anxiously, not quite sure how she got here, not quite sure if she even wanted to be here?! Were was he? He said he was just going to get something and would be right back. That was at least 5 minutes ago.*

Bard: Ahm sorry ferr keeping yeh waiting, lil lassie. *His charming smile was spread into a long wide grin as he stood next to her, half long golden locks framing his face* Something for the pain, yeh? *he reached a hand out with a small shot glass of golden red liquid* Ireland's finest for the lady! *He grinned even wider and inviting*

Sparkle: *She looked hesitating at the glass*

Bard: Come on now... yeh going to trust me with yerr life, an errrything yeh hold dear to hearrrt, but yeh can't trust meh teh pour yeh a drink before weh get starrrted? Tsh *he shook his head and played off as being hurt and offended* Come on lassie, Ahm about teh change yeh life and give yeh what yeh have always wanted, and yeh can't even have a wee drrrink with meh firrrst?

Sparkle: *She grabbed the glass, but still looked at it hesitating*

Bard: Yeh have ‘eard of Whiskey, haven't yeh? *he chuckled friendly* Me taught weh were friends?

Sparkle: *She sighed soft and nodded* No you're right, you're right. She looked at the glass a last time, then swallowed the liquid in one mouthful, a not so familiar taste of Whiskey filling her mouth. She had tasted it before, of course, over the years. Knowing Congo for over a decade, well, it would have been a surprise if this would have been her first Whiskey ever. She swallowed hard as the liquid burned the back of her throat* WOOOH!!! *She shook her head and gasped for air, bursting out a soft chuckle*

Bard: That's the spirrrit! *he chuckled warmly and grabbed the glass, placing it on a small table next to them. He grabbed a small suitcase from the floor and opened it, placing it on the table as well. Bottles of herbs, potions, scissors, knives and some instruments that looked mostly like something out of a horror movie, came to her eyes, sending a shiver through her body, but before she could react, Bard had already grabbed a wooden stool and sat down in front of her, his strong hands resting firmly on her naked knees* Are yeh cold? Yeh seem a wee tense, and ah'm afraid ah left yeh wait for too long, naked in a damp basement. *He smiled somewhat apologizing*

Sparkle: *She chuckled nervously* I'm not naked... *she tucked a bit on the thin woolly blanket wrapped around her shoulders, but felt much more naked than she had ever felt her 30-something years of living*

Bard: Rrrright... so lets get teh ett so yeh wont catch a cold before we done *he chuckled soft* now what exactleh do yeh want? *His thick Irish accent was thicker than the usual McKinney's she had come across, but she still understood him well* Yeh told me something about yeh wanted teh be taller?

Sparkle: *She took a deep shaky breath* Same shape... as well as it will translate... but yes... taller... a bit below average... for a.... boy.... *she frowned softly* clean shaven..... everywhere....

Bard: As in can't grrrrow body hair, orrr just clean?

Sparkle: No body hair... just hair on my head... blonde.... blue eyes..... feminine.... but not too much... light voice, but with some deeper tones..... full lips..... not too cute a nose, but not big either... not crooked.... a lot like.... hm.... I like yours....

Bard: N'awww that's sweet darrrling... ah made it mehself! *he smiled warmly* Teeth?

Sparkle: Keep them as.... no.... keep the strength of them as they are but change them enough to look different..... no.... shit.... *She sighed deep* I don't know?

Bard: ....... rrright... let me ask you this.... what do you plan to do with the child?

Sparkle *She looked at him confused, she hadn't told him about Penny?*

Bard: Ah assume yeh still want herrr in yerr life? So what is the thought about this? Mum suddenly being a daddy? And if so... how will yeh explain that to her? She's still a toddler, rrrright?

Sparkle: Yes, she hasn't aged up yet, although we expect it to be any day now, as she both talks and walks like a child.

Bard: So yeh would wait and tell her when she reaches child stage?

Sparkle: *She nodded nervously and fumbled with her hands*

Bard: So yeh would keep her... well.... that would mean he would have teh know sooner than later, who yeh are.... or else he would certainly ask questions why a strange boy treats HIS child as if he was her mum. A mum who strangely disappeared.

Sparkle: *She frowned deep* But I thought the agreement were.... the spell... he would fall in love and it would no longer matter cause I would have the right kind of body and-

Bard: Yes, but sooner or later things will surface, they always do. This is not a matter of a stranger. The two of yeh know each other for years, yeh have a family tegether... yeh have common friends.... it's a much more complicated matter if yeh want me to simply wipe the slate clean and give yeh a completely new start with no questions asked.... a start where yeh get to be a parent to yerr daughter without anyone finding it strrrange.

Sparkle: *She nodded soft and sighed* I'm sorry for taking up your time then. *She was just about to jump down from the chair, tears gathering in her eyes, as Bard pushed hard against her knees*

Bard: Ah said it was complicated..... not impossible! *He took a deep breath* close yerr eyes, and concentrate on as detailed a sketch as possible, of what you want yerr new life teh be like... take as much time as yeh need, to give me the best possible view. The more you add, the more material I have to work with. Try teh vision how yeh will look, sound move. Skills yeh will have, things yeh will like or dislike. The complete anatomy of yerr body, the scent of yerrr skin, the tone, the smoothness. Sizes. Fears, hopes, dreams. How yeh want him to feel about yeh when he sees yeh the first time, how yerr love will unfold.... how deep yerr love will eventually grow. Do you want marriage, more kids? A house together? What should yerr job be if yeh have one? Are yeh rich? Middle class? Poor? And if poor are yeh on the streets, have room mates or a small flat of your own? Perhaps this time yeh want to be famous... or a Prince? There is no limits! Are yeh back to being regular human, still immortal? Do yeh have any powers? Give me as much material as yeh can possibly come up with, the more the better result. I told yeh, there's no reversing it, and this is yerr new life, yerrr future, it is up to yeh teh make it the best possible.

Sparkle: *She took a deep breath, nodded and closed her eyes*

Bard: Alrrright... let yerr thoughts flow freely.... I'll read them as they come.

*Hours passed although it seemed like just minutes*

Sparkle: *Finally she seemed to run out of more to add, and instantly felt her knees getting forced apart so her legs spread wide open*

Bard: *He sat between her legs with one of the horror movie looking tools, a not so friendly grin plastered on his face* So let's get to it lassie... or should ah say lass from now on? *he laughed hollow and arched his back* Remember, no reversing once am done with meh work! A deal is a deal, and ah will claim meh price whether yeh are a satisfied customer or UUUNGH!!! *a loud groan sounded when something seemed to punch him out of thin air, and he got instantly knocked off the stool, landing on the cold wet stone floor*

Sparkle: *She gasped loudly and tried to get up, but now noticed she had been strapped to the chair by old leather straps, the fear of being trapped with what appeared to be her biggest mistake yet, left her whimpering in fear, desperately trying to wiggle herself lose* |

Bard: DAMN YEH BRANNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!! *he stood up with fiery red eyes, spitting blood on the floor* A DEAL IS A DEAL!!!!!! SHE BELONGS TEH ME WHETHER YEH LIKE IT OR NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY DON"T YEH COME UP HERRRRRRE AN FIGHT MEH FOR 'ERR THEN?!? YEH FOOCKING COWARD!!!!!!!

Sparkle: *She whimpered louder the more scared she became by the whole scenario and how she had gotten here, and how willing she had been to go THAT far to finally be with the man she had loved all her life! And her fear only intensified as she felt an unseen force grab onto her and drag her backwards into a darkness where it felt as if she was sent falling down the tallest building. Well, just until she landed on the ground with a loud thud, all air being knocked out of her. She groaned loud, everything around her getting brighter although she had still to open her eyes. Fearing what she might face, she kept them shut tight till a familiar voice reached her ears only few seconds later*

Raven: You're alive and just fine, you can open your eyes now.

Sparkle: *Although his voice was deeper, rough, she knew very well whom was speaking, so she slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times, before her bright surroundings started taking shape. They appeared to be in some sort of forest, the air was chilled, but mild. Judging by the bright green fresh leaves it was late spring.*

Raven: *She spotted him next to her, sitting on a fallen tree, carving a piece of wood into a point. He wasn't looking at her. His clothes was dirty, and so was he, even his usually silky black hair was dirty and it looked as if he had rolled the forest floor one too many times.* I would have gotten you out of there earlier, but I had to find you some suitable clothes first. *He kicked a foot against a leather wrap on the ground just a half meter from where he was sitting.* Get dressed before you catch a cold.

Sparkle: *she quickly sat up, trying her best to cover herself with the blanket, looking around confused* Where are we?

Raven: *He sighed soft and kept carving the wood* Medieval London....

Sparkle: *Her eyes got wide with shock* I thought you guys always said time travel isn't possible!?! Are you joking?

Raven: *He sighed annoyed and stuck his knife into a leather pouch strapped to his ankle, then slipped the wood down next to it, before he closed the pouch and stood up slowly, now for the first time looking at her with a slightly raised eyebrow* Do I look like I am joking?!

Sparkle: *Speechless she sat there watching him, until a black horse she hadn't notice before, grunted from behind Raven, snapped her out of it and she quickly flew up from the ground* How the fuck can we be in Medieval London when you always said that-

Raven: Look... Willow has a son she gave birth to in the 90's, so clearly it's possible to travel in time *he sighed deep* But must I remind you what happened when she thought time travel was a great idea? She got her pretty behind stuck and nearly ended up there for good. *He grunted irritated and kicked the leather wrap again* How about you get dressed and we can deal with your little freakout when I can't look directly at your privates?

Sparkle: *She was just about to interrupt him as his last comment reached her ears and she blushed bright red, angry but quick grabbing the leather wrap and dragged some fabric out from inside it. A beautiful tan and white maiden dress she had always seen in Medieval movies... although this one had a bit of blood on the chest? She looked at Raven with squinty eyes*

Raven: Yes... it's worn, I didn't have much time or you would have gotten a may I add very painful and completely unnecessary sex change! But don't worry, the previous owner wont be missing the dress. *He smirked lightly and sat back down on the tree trunk*

Sparkle: *She looked at the garment hesitating*

Raven: It's what we have.. for now... I will get you something better when the opportunity is there, but for now, I suggest you toughen up and put that clothes on you, if you want to survive. Cause whether you like it or not, I'm all you got right now, I'm your only chance at surviving, and I am your only ticket out of here. So get dressed, and we can talk about everything over a beer.

Sparkle: *She frowned deep and gestured at the trees around them* A beer?!

Raven: I told you we are in London, didn't I?... well...slightly outside London, but close enough for a smaller horse ride. *He sighed deep* Clothes...

Sparkle: *She groaned irritated, but quickly started getting dressed, figuring it was probably best not to ask further about the stained dress.

Raven: There's shoes in the sack as well... and a cape to keep you warm. The blanket you are wearing must be destroyed so no one tracks us here *he nodded at the blanket she had dumped on the ground, waved a hand and it was gone in the blink of an eye* We ride as soon as you are done changing, and I prefer we don't talk till we are in a much noisier place, just in case we were already tracked.

Sparkle: But you already gave away our location....

Raven: Did I? *He smirked his usual smirk and stood back up, walking around the tree trunk, getting his horse ready for the upcoming ride*

#Trigger warning:#Slight mentioning of fear #extremely brief touch on medical stuff #and gender questioning #it's barely there #Eonan McKinney #Congo Shaw #Sparkle Diamondsheart #Sparks #Bard McKinney #Raven McKinney #Brandubh McKinney #unicorntales

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devendrasbeard · 3 years

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Promises In Silk And Lace

Prompt: Lingerie Relationship: Eskel/Jaskier/Lambert Rating: E Content warnings: smut, polyamorous relationship, M/M/M threesome, just a lot of smut, Jaskier in lingerie :> Summary: It's Yule, so Jaskier has prepared a very special present for his Witcher boyfriends. That special present being him, of course!

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"Jaskier, can you keep a secret?" Priscilla leaned to him after Jaskier sat at their table in the tavern after his evening performance.

"I don't know if I should feel offended by your assumption that I don't keep secrets or let it slide, because you got my curiosity," Jaskier replied, eyeing her with interest. "Tell me."

"I've found this incredible place," Priscilla stirred in her seat. "A seamstress works there and she makes the most otherworldly creations you've ever seen!"

"Why is her work a secret, though?" Jaskier asked, taking a sip of his mead. "Shouldn't she be famous and obscenely rich by now?"

"That's the thing," Priscilla leaned closer to him. "Her creations are... indecent to say the least," she hummed while raising a brow. "The fabrics, the way the materials work on one's body seem to be designed only for one purpose... The barons and viscounts don't want her around, lest she awaken some lewd desires in their wives and daughters..."

Jaskier slapped the table with his open hand. "Take me there first thing in the morning!"

*****

And so on the day of Yule Jaskier was lying stretched out on the bed, clad in his new set of lingerie, bought from the mysterious seamstress. She didn't use much fabric while creating the perfect ensemble for Jaskier, but it was more than enough. The silks and laces in cerulean blue were clinging to his body like second skin, providing pressure in all the right places, accentuating his curves and bringing out his more feminine features. He buzzed with excitement at the thought of showing himself to his boyfriends. Thinking about their reactions - and what they’d do to him - after seeing him like this made him aroused.

Eskel and Lambert entered their shared room and Jaskier almost jumped up from the excitement and arousal already bubbling under his skin. He got out of bed wearing a delicate long robe made out of silk in a deep dark blue color, hemmed with intricate golden lace.

"Slept in?" Lambert joked, eyeing the rather unusual piece of clothing on Jaskier.

"Au contraire," Jaskier replied and gave each of his Witchers a delicate kiss on the lips. "I went out shopping and brought you a little something," he sung, grabbing their hands and leading them to sit on the edge of their bed.

Eskel looked up at him, one brow raised. "Hope you didn't get into any trouble again?"

But Jaskier only waved him off. "Happy Yule, my boys!" Jaskier chirped, standing in the middle of the room. He took a dramatic pose and stretched out his arms. "Ta-dah! Here's your present!"

"Okay... What is it then? Or where is it?" Lambert asked, equally dumbfounded and curious.

Jaskier pointed both of his thumbs at his face with a grin. "Me! It's me, I'm the present!"

Lambert snorted and rolled his eyes. "Should've fucking expected that..."

"Now, now," Jaskier raised his hands. "Before you start grunting, I want to assure you, this is nothing like what you've seen before."

"Well then," Lambert replied with a sarcastic grin. "Surprise me."

Jaskier took a few steps forward, standing just a foot away from his boyfriends, shaking a little with excitement. He inhaled deeply and then dropped the dark blue robe to the floor in a swift motion. Eskel and Lambert watched him with eyes widened, the silence that fell in the room almost deafening. Jaskier worried his lip between his teeth as he stood in front of them, hip cocked to the side, one hand resting just under his waist. He was wearing an intricate lacey harness, frills of light blue lace fitted around his chest, cupping his pectorals perfectly. A thin strip of material going right through the middle of Jaskier's torso connected the harness with a blue silky collar wrapped around Jaskier's neck. His hips were hugged by a pair of cerulean blue frilly shorts, laced with silky ribbons all along the sides. The light pastel color of the lingerie provided a strong contrast to Jaskier's thick, dark hair adorning his chest and belly. His legs up to his thighs were hugged by delicate sheer stockings with intricate decorations on top.

The astonished look on both his Witchers' faces was reward enough for Jaskier. Eskel swallowed thickly, skimming his fingers over the thin fabric of the shorts. He didn't say a word but his eyes were already dark with arousal and he licked his lips over and over. Jaskier tipped his chin up with two fingers, his thumb caressing Eskel's plush lower lip. "I really want to celebrate tonight," Jaskier whispered, looking him deep in the eyes. "And I won't mind getting pampered a little."

"Oh, is that so?" Lambert rose to his feet, his hands immediately all over Jaskier, his lips nipping at the side of Jaskier's neck, right behind his ear. Jaskier shivered and gave in to the touch and kisses, feeling Eskel's hands still caressing his hips.

"What happens if I pull at the laces?" Eskel asked, his voice low and weirdly strained.

"That's also part of your present!" Jaskier almost jumped up like a little puppy, unable to contain his enthusiasm. He placed one of the laces in Eskel's hand, then guided Lambert's to grab at the other one. "C'mon, do it."

They pulled at the strings at the same time. Eskel watched mesmerized as the fabric of the shorts opened and dropped to the floor. Underneath Jaskier was wearing a pair of tiny light blue knickers, their fabric as thin as mist. He could see the outline of Jaskier's hardened cock through the panties, his dark hair poking out of them.

"That's it, I'm taking you to bed," Lambert's growling voice shook Eskel out of his reverence and he watched the other Witcher haul Jaskier up and throw him on his back on the bed.

Jaskier laid his back on the many pillows on the wide bed, letting his Witchers crawl over him and lay at his sides. Eskel slid one leg between Jaskier's thighs, making him throw his head back with a whimper. He then grabbed Jaskier's nape delicately but firmly and pulled him in for a heated kiss, his leg between Jaskier's thighs giving teh bard the friction he sought out so badly.

Lambert snaked a hand between their heated bodies and pulled hard at the fabric band that was connected with Jaskier's choker. He got Jaskier's attention and made him pull his lips away from Eskel, eyes already half-lidded with lust, lips red and swollen. "I need you too, honey," he whispered coarsely before slotting his lips with Jaskier. He tasted Eskel on Jaskier's mouth and the sensation made him moan with need.

As they kissed, Jaskier slid one hand down Lambert's breeches, wrapping it around his already hard cock. He felt Eskel's lips on his chest, his tongue slowly circling around his nipples. And then there was a hand on his crotch, fondling him through the paper thin fabric of his knickers.

Jaskier's hips bucked under Eskel's touch, a whine left his lips and his grip on Lambert's cock grew tighter, making his lover groan against Jaskier's mouth. Lambert's hand was at the back of Jaskier's neck, pressing him harder into Lambert's lips. "I love you so fucking much," Lambert sighed between kisses, making Jaskier whimper in reply.

Eskel's warm, strong hands were on Jaskier's thighs suddenly, parting them gently. Jaskier felt Eskel's hot breath between his legs, on his already hard cock restrained by the skin-tight knickers. When he gave Jaskier a long lick through the fabric, Jaskier shoved his hands forward and tangled them in Eskel's hair. Encouraged, Eskel sucked and lapped at Jaskier's erection through the knickers, making him arch his back with a long moan. "You're so beautiful, Jaskier," he whispered, hooking his thumbs at the seam of the panties and pulling Jaskier closer.

Lambert moved behind Jaskier, propping himself against the bed's headboard, making Jaskier lean his back on Lambert's chest. He kissed his neck and shoulders and held him through every shudder and jolt of pleasure caused by Eskel's clever mouth between Jaskier's legs. He put his chin on Jaskier's shoulder to have a better look at Eskel, who got up only for a second to quickly get rid of his clothes and dove right back in between Jaskier's legs. Lambert's cock, already fully hard, was still trapped in his clothes, so he revelled in every movement of Jaskier's back rubbing against it, giving him the pressure and friction he already needed so badly.

In a quick motion, Eskel yanked Jaskier's legs up and propped them on his shoulders, at the same time dragging his knickers down to his knees. Jaskier shot him a quick, needy look, prompting him to get down between his legs again.

And when Eskel finally took him in his mouth, without the thin panties standing in his way, Jaskier wailed. He grabbed at Lambert's neck before bucking up involuntarily into Eskel's mouth, trying to sheathe the full length of his cock inside that wet heat. Eskel only hummed around him, gazing at him and Lambert with wide eyes, his strong hands propping Jaskier's legs up.

"Fuck, Eskel, fuck me," Jaskier panted, looking down at him and still holding onto Lambert's neck, as if his life depended on it.

"We're both gonna fuck you, darling," Lambert whispered hotly in his ear and Jaskier let out another wailing sound. Lambert reached for the little flask of oil and threw it at Eskel - he grabbed it without even raising his head up. "Gotta admit, Witcher senses do come in handy here," Lambert laughed.

As Eskel's mouth worked Jaskier's cock to climax, he pushed one slick finger into Jaskier's hole. He was deliberately moving as slowly as possible, knowing all too well that Jaskier liked being played with and kept on edge. Jaskier panted heavily, eyes snapped shut, one hand hooked around Lambert's neck, the other tugging at Eskel's hair.

And when Eskel added another finger, Jaskier was lost. His hips started moving of their own volition, and he started fucking frantically into Eskel's mouth, while thrashing and moaning and panting. With a wicked grin, Lambert reached down to pinch and twist at his hardened nipples and this was enough to send Jaskier over the edge - he came with a loud groan, followed by a series of quick gasps.

Lambert tugged at the strap on his collar and pulled Jaskier into a kiss, licking at his swollen, red lips. "You did so good for Eskel, baby," he hummed. "Gonna be so good for me too?"

Jaskier nodded, unable to speak, plopping down on the cushions with his eyes closed and a blissed out expression on his face. As Lambert quickly shimmied out of his clothes, Eskel handed Jaskier a glass of water. He combed through Jaskier's hair, as he drank the whole glass at once, still panting.

"I love you, Jaskier," Eskel whispered, nuzzling at his neck, then laying beside him and pulling him in close so that Jaskier could lay down on Eskel's chest.

A quick kiss to his nape, followed by a lick down his spine, shook Jaskier out of his post orgasmic haze. Lambert was already between his legs, slowly rubbing his hands down Jaskier's back all the way to his ass. "Let me know when you're ready," he said, nipping at Jaskier's butt cheeks with his teeth.

Jaskier stretched out like a cat, propping himself up on his elbows, his hands on both sides of Eskel's head. He let out a soft purr while sticking his butt out for Lambert. "I'm always ready, darling," he hummed.

"Fuck," was all Lambert could manage, looking down at Jaskier, presented so beautifully in front of him, ready to be taken. He gave Jaskier's spine and shoulder blades a few quick kisses before placing his hands on Jaskier's hips and pulling him closer to his aching cock.

Holding Jaskier's hips in a firm grasp, Lambert slid in, his first thrust a bit too rushed, too hard. Jaskier jolted forward with a muffled hiss, landing on Eskel's chest. Eskel's strong arms wrapped around Jaskier's shoulders and head and Jaskier pressed his face to his heaving torso and let himself relax, giving in to the sensation of being so full, letting the pleasure take him.

"I've got you, I've got you," Eskel's low silky voice echoed in Jaskier's ears. Jaskier looked up at him, eyes watery and cheeks flushed and he kissed him, savouring in the softness of Eskel's lips. Lambert's thrusts pushed him towards Eskel repeatedly, making their kisses sloppy and chaotic. Jaskier moaned and whined into Eskel's mouth with every hard snap of Lambert's hips, but Eskel's arms were securely wrapped around his chest, steadying and providing him comfort.

Lambert leaned forward and pressed his chest to Jaskier's back. He reached out with one hand to grab Eskel's face and pull him into a kiss right over Jaskier's shoulder. They were so close to Jaskier's face, that he could sense their hot breaths intertwine, he could hear the sounds of their wet tongues and lips next to his ear and he panted with lust. He grabbed at Eskel's neglected cock, already slick with precome and caused him to let out a desperate groan.

Eskel threw his head back and slumped onto the pillows, breaking off the kiss, panting and moaning at the sensation of Jaskier's diligent fingers around his cock. He thrust up into Jaskier's fist with a groan, trying to get as much friction as possible. Jaskier smiled at him while biting his lips and Eskel pulled him into a heated kiss.

As Jaskier licked into Eskel's mouth, he whined, his arousal spiking and his cock getting hard again. He could taste everything on his lover's lips - the bitter taste of the ale Eskel had earlier, the familiar taste of Lambert's mouth and then his own spend - the mixture of flavours Jaskier got himself so terribly addicted to. He panted and moaned against Eskel's lips, his face held still by Eskel's big hands. He started chasing his own pleasure again - he wanted to rock back to meet Lamber's thrusts and at the same time he wanted to press his lips harder against Eskel's. The knickers were digging painfully into Jaskier's thighs but all he felt was the surging wave of his arousal. The sensation of being trapped between the heated bodies of his two lovers made him want more; to be so adored, worshipped and loved all the time, forever.

"You keep kissing like that and I will come within a second," Lambert growled behind him, his eyes dark with arousal, his hands digging painfully into Jaskier's hips.

Jaskier shot him a seductive look from behind his shoulder. "Then come," his voice was unnaturally low and thick, and he licked his lips, still looking Lambert in the eye. Eskel then hooked his thumb between Jaskier's kiss-swollen lips and pulled him in to meet his mouth again.

"Fuck... you," Lambert managed from between his gritted teeth, as he grabbed on the back of Jaskier's harness and yanked him up, pressing his chest flush to Jaskier's back. "Just... fuck you both," he panted as he came, his hips stuttering and rutting frantically into Jaskier. The waves of his climax washed over him and he pressed his mouth to Jaskier's shoulder to muffle the obscene moan that left his lips. "I fucking hate you both," he whispered before plopping onto the bed next to Eskel.

"You love us," Eskel chuckled, his hands caressing Jaskier's cheeks. Jaskier was panting, but his cock was painfully hard again and his eyes spoke of nothing but desire. Jaskier wanted. "Come into my lap," Eskel propmted, opening his arms for Jaskier.

Jaskier moved forward eagerly, quickly sliding his knickers off, not wasting any precious time, and he straddled Eskel's lap and pressed his buttocks to his cock, looking him deep in the eye. Eskel groaned and his hands were immediately on Jaskier's hips. "You want me like this, don't you?" Jaskier whispered, looking into Eskel's golden brown eyes, slowly lowering himself and taking Eskel in.

"Fuck, Jaskier," Eskel's eyes were wide and he licked his suddenly dry lips. "Do you... Aren't you tired? Want me to lay you down?" Even when lust was taking him over, he always made sure Jaskier felt good and comfortable. Jaskier whimpered.

"I know you like watching me like this," Jaskier retorted, slowly rolling his hips, spreading his legs to the sides. "Then watch."

And what a sight Jaskier was. He moved up and down Eskel's cock, spread out for him so beautifully, presenting all his gorgeous features to him. The damp brown hair, now falling into Jaskier's blue eyes, the cheeks and torso flushed a beautiful pink shade. His swollen lips, red and slick with saliva, the beads of sweat on Jaskier's forehead. That cerulean blue harness, still hugging Jaskier's chest, making the dark nubs of his nipples stand out. And then Jaskier's cock, bobbing with every move of his hips, leaking precome straight onto Eskel's belly. Eskel watched, mesmerised, as with every move of Jaskier's hips, streaks of Lambert's come left his hole and streamed down Eskel's cock and Jaskier's thighs, staining those delicate sheer stockings still wrapped around Jaskier's legs.

"You're too beautiful," Eskel whispered, the grasp on Jaskier's thighs tightening, his hips jolting up to meet Jaskier's and draw sweet moans out of his mouth. Jaskier locked eyes with him for a second and knew Eskel was close. He propped himself on Eskel's chest and started moving faster, breathing heavily, driving him over the edge. "Jaskier... oh fuck!"

"Come, darling," Jaskier whispered, not slowing down, even though his breath was hitching and his whole body was sweaty and shaking. "I'm close, too."

And then Lambert's hand grabbed Jaskier's cock from behind, his grip firm and secure, stroking him to completion. "You better come together, fuckers," he panted into Jaskier's ear.

And they did - Eskel driving one last time into Jaskier, his fingers digging painfully into Jaskier's flesh and his eyes closing shut, Jaskier letting out a long low moan and coming all over Eskel's chest and belly. They fell on the bed in one big pile of sweaty bodies, all of them panting heavily, limbs tangled and unable to move.

"Happy fucking Yule," Lambert muttered into Jaskier's damp chest, before dozing off.

Eskel wrapped an arm around Jaskier's shoulders and kissed his sweaty temple. "Happy Yule, Jaskier. We have something for you, too. I was sceptical at first but now I think you will like your present." His legs still wobbly, he slid out of bed and came back with a tiny pouch adorned with a bow.

Jaskier opened the present and let out a breathy laugh. Inside he found an intricate lacy piece of underwear, something like a bodice, made out of straps of black silk and adorned with lacy frills. "I think we know the same mysterious seamstress," Jaskier laughed, pulling Eskel into a soft kiss.

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@witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo

#witcher rarepair summer bingo #the witcher fic #eskel x lambert x jaskier #eskel x lambert #eskel x jaskier #i apologize for this turning out to be so hot #but what to doooo #witchersexual jaskier

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xmalereader · 4 years

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Billy Hargrove X Male Reader

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Summary: Reader is new to Hawkins, his parents had just moved into the new house and are trying to start over from there old lives. But what if reader can’t? He’s still a messed up kid who’s tired of pretending to be happy...and that damn mullet head of a ghost won’t stop following him around!!

Warnings: angst, fluff, death, slight gore, PTSD, language.

“Tell me y/n, how is Hawkins treating you?”

Y/n was sitting across from his therapist, the therapist that his parents hired for him in case his mental health got worse. Hearing his therapist ask him that question makes him rolls his eyes. He hates this and he hates his parents, he was fine and he’s always going to be fine. He doesn’t need a therapist to tell him what to do or what not to do, he can take care of hismelf.

Sighing deeply he leans back on the couch. “Besides the smell? I’d say it’s alright,” he shrugs his shoulders. “It’s small and quiet but I like it that way, I don’t have to interact with anyone but myself.” He answers, giving the therapist a glance with a small frown on his face.

His therapist nods along to his words as she leans forward and sets her notebook down. “Your parents have told me that you’ve been speaking to someone named billy, is that right?”

Of course his parents would take notice of that, but like it even matters. “Yeah his name is billy.”

“And who is billy to you?”

Y/n rubs his temples in frustration. “Billy is a dead person that follows me around—a little annoying but he grows onto you.”

He really didn’t care if his therapist thought he was crazy, I mean; he’s been to a mental hospital and he knows what crazy is. He actually witnessed one of his friends go crazy on a doctor and used a spoon to try and gouge his eyes out...pretty funny actually, that was the most fun that y/n had seen that day before they took him away and sent him to his room.

“He’s a ghost?” Y/n nods in response, “I’m a little surpised that you aren’t freaking out about it.”

“Its my job to listen and besides I’ve heard crazier things.” She chuckles out and leans back in her chair, watching y/n closely as he took laughs. “I hate to say this but I miss the asylum.” This catches his therapists interest. “And why’s that?”

Y/n shrugs. “I mean its less lonely and I get to meet people that understand what I am going through and I don’t have to deal with my parents, its like all of my problems go away...had some really good friends there too, they were nice and crazy too.” He plays with the strings of his hoodie as he stares into space, his eyes suddenly narrowing. “The weird thing about them was their names.”

“Names?”

He nods and his eyes focus on the therapist. “They were named after numbers, like as if they were test subjects.” He mumbles out as his therapist makes note of this. “What about you? Most patients at mental hospitals go by different names, did you perhaps have a nickname between these friends of yours?”

Y/n thinks back to those other kids and remembers how different they are and how they were all just weird—freaks actually. “They called me Reaper—“ he smiles a little. “They thought it fit me becuase I was able to see the dead and reapers can see deaths and collect souls, expect mine is minus the soul thing.” He explains, smiling at the nickname that his old friends gave him before he was sent back home to his parents.

“It was nice being with them but at some point I had to go home.”

“Y/n?”

He looks up at her.

“How long were you in there?”

Y/n hesitates, licking his lips as he answers her. “Two years.”

“Thank you for coming Y/n, I’m glad that you took the time to come and talk to me.” His therapist stands up from her chair as she closed her notebook. “Our next appointment will be next week, same day and time.” She reminds him as y/n stands by the doorway and nods slowly. “Yeah, got it..” he grips the door handle and bids her a small goodbye before leaving, he makes sure to rush pass the front desk and outside. He’s quick to leave the premises.

“That was some deep stuff back there.”

Y/n groans and looks to his right to see billy standing next to him. “Yeah well, I can’t force you to leave now can I?” He points out with a forced smile. Making his way towards his bike , he grabs his backpack and unzips. “Your parents are really forcing this on you, huh?”

“Well what can I say? My parents think that they are helping me when really they are must making me go even more crazy and besides they have no idea that my appointment just ended, which is why I brought my bike in case they did forget—which they did!” He exclaims in anger and zips up his bag, putting his backpack on and taking his bike.

“Besides you can relate to me, right?” He gives billy a devilish smirk as he hopes onto the bike.

Both Billy and Y/n had gotttan to know each other to the point where they both knew everything about each other. Billy had told y/n about his abusive father and his mother who left him, he’s already met his step sister once back at the arcade but not his parents yet and he doubts that he’ll ever meet them.

As y/n bikes down the empty road he narrows his eyes at the street signs and makes a left instead of a right. “Home is that way!” He hears billy shout but he ignores him as he keeps biking and heads down a hill. The road was lonely and empty, he could sense a strange presence nearby and he can’t help but feel a little freaked out.

It doesn’t take him long to arrive to his destination as he slows his bike down and jumps off, walking towards ‘starcourt’ the mall that had burned down almost a year ago. The place was boarded up and fenced up too but that never stopped y/n from finding a way inside.

He leans his bike up against the fence and hums. “Sure..” he gives himself a shrug as he climbs and jumps over the fence, landing safety as he adjusts his backpack and grins.

“We can’t be here!” He waves billy off, “shut up.”

Y/n walks up to one of the boarded doors and sighs, looking down he sees a small hole—big enough to fit his hand through it. So, without thinking he sits on the floor and lifts his leg up, bending it back as he kicks on the hole, making it big enough to fit his whole body through.

Once the hole is big enough, he slips his backpack off and throws it in first. “Y/n...” he hears billy say in worry as he climbs through and coughs at the sudden dust. “Will you calm down?” He coughs out, picking up his backpack once again and reaches inside for a flashlight, turning it on he flashes the light around the place. “This is where you died right?” He blurts out.

Billy stands frozen next to him asking him, “how did you know that?”

Y/n lets out a small sigh as he flashes the light infront of him. “Lately I’ve been getting this strange feeling when I’m around you.” He turns to face billy giving him confused look. “I just can’t—I can’t seem to know why...so, when you weren’t around I would go on walks and sometimes I would walk here—“

“This is far from home though.”

“I know but something keeps calling out to me here and now that I am here, I know that this is the place that you died in, I can feel it.” He whispers, walking around the now empty mall as he flashes his light around, trying to see if he can find anything useful. “How did you die?” He suddenly asks, catching billy by surpise. “I already told you, you dont want to know.” He rolls his eyes.

“Okay yeah, you told me the same thing months ago but now I want to know.”

He stands infront of Billy, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for an explanation. The two have nothing to hide from each other since one, billy is dead and can technically see everything that happens in y/n’s life while Y/n has to wait until billy decides to open up on his own but now...now he needs to know who billy really is.

Billy can only glare at him until he starts to speak. “I gave up my life to protect my sister and her friends and in teh end I got myself killed.”

Y/n narrows his eyes at him, their was something that he wasn’t telling him. “Billy. The truth. Now.”

Billy can see the desperate look in his eyes but he just can’t talk about it, he can’t talk about the day that he died he just couldn’t. He shakes his head and steps away from y/n. “I’m sorry.” He says in a soft tone before disappearing from y/n’s view.

The other teenager sighs and groans loudly, stomping his foot in anger as he turns around and begins to walk quickly through the mall. If billy didn’t want to talk to him then fine, he’ll just have to figure it out on his own.

The walk around the mall was tiring, the place was huge and two floors and yet, he finds nothing about the events that happened here. Kicking an old rusty can as he walks around the first floor. He flashes his light towards a few stores, raising a brow he grins. “Hey look, a gap.” He says to himself as he approaches the store and jumps over the counter that was in the way. “Whatever happened here must’ve been bad, they didn’t even clean the mess.” He mumbles, bending down to pick up a discarded yellow shirt before sighing and tossing it to the side. “There isn’t anything good here.” He whispers, stepping backwards and fully Turing around to jump back over the counter.

Before he can call it a day he sees something black at the corner of his eye.

Frowning, he turns to flash his light his light towards the center of the mall where he spots a large black spot. He doesn’t hesitate to make his way over. He walks around the large black spots and raises a brow. “Is that...dried up blood?” He slowly bends down to take a closer look at the dried up blood, reaching out with his hand he uses two fingers to touch it.

Once his fingers touch the black smudges he feels himself get lightheaded and pulled into a trance.

“Billy!”

“Take that you sick son of a bitch!!”

Gasping, he looks up with wide eyes to see a large creature standing over him—no them, he wasn’t alone. He looks around to see billy standing over a young girl, noticing the look of anger in his eyes as he tries to choke the girl to death. Hearing loud explosion he looks up to see more kids on the second floor throwing fireworks at the creature, hearing it roar in anger as It tries to get to the kids. “Were running out!”

“Keep distracting it! We can’t let it get to El!”

The place was in chaos, y/n could barely catch up onto what was going on. All he can hear were the explosions and the teenagers screaming at each other as they try to help one another. The noise was too much for y/n that he reaches up to cover his ears and close his eyes as he tries to stop himself from getting a panic attack.

“Y/—“

Who’s that?

“Y/n!”

Someones calling out to him.

“Y/N!!!”

His eyes fly open as he gasps heavily, stumbling back as he sees billy standing infront of him. “Y/n can you hear me?!” He was shaking and breathing heavily, his eyes were wide open in fear as he tries to focus on billy. “Hey, count with me.” He hears him say as Billy begins to count outloud for him to hear.

“One.”

Y/n’s breathing is getting heavier.

“Y/n! Come on and count, now one!” Billy shouts out.

“O—one...” he hears himself breath out as billy nods rapidly.

“Good! Good!! Now, two.”

Y/n continues to repeat after billy, focusing his eyes on Billy’s as the two count with each other.

Once they reach ten, y/n was able to calm down. His heart wasn’t beating anymore and he felt calmer, now that billy was here with him.

“What—what was that? What did I just see?”

“What are you talking about? I leave for ten minutes and when I come back I find you passed out on the floor! Next thing I know your waking up screaming!” Billy exclaims as the two stare at each other in confusion.

Did billy really not see what he saw? Was he imagining it all?

“I—I saw you—you were standing over a girl, she was young and maybe around fourteen and you were...you were strangling her and you looked angry.” He breaths out. “Then I saw this huge looking creature, it was all gooey and it had sharp teeth it was also angry...” he explains to billy, looking up at him to see a look of fear on his face. “Billy, what did I just see?”

Billy opens and closes his mouth, shaking his head becuase he knew that it was impossible for y/n to know all of this. The freak had just moved ot hakwins so, how did he know about all of this? This stuff wasn’t announced on the news, they only told the people that a fire started in the mall and nothing else. So, how does y/n know about this?

“Billy—“

“Hey!! You’re trespassing! This is private property!”

Y/n gasps as he spots a few cops by the entrance, groaning he stands up quickly and grabs his flashlight. “I am not getting anything else on my criminal record.” He growls out as he makes a run for it, heading deeper into the mall as he hears the cops chasing after him and shouting at him to stop running. “Criminal record?! What else have you done that is this bad?!” He hears billy yell as the two run through the mall and head up the second floor. “This way!” He hears billy say as he takes him through the back doors of one of the stores, going through the back as he looks around. “Do you know where your going?!”

“Yes!”

The two make it back onto the first floor and quickly find an exit. “Hurry!” Billy shouts as the two make a run for it into the woods.

Y/n was panting as he runs, his lungs were burning and his legs were slowly giving up on him. “We can’t stop or else the cops will get you!” Billy is quick to approach y/n and helps him up, taking his hand as he guides him through the woods. Once they were far enough he makes sure to find a secure place to stay hidden in as y/n slowly sits down on the floor. “I think we are good.”

“What is the matter with you?! Criminal record?? What else have you done to get yourself into trouble?!” He hears billy shout.

“In case you forgot, I just got out of a MENTAL HOSPITAL!!” Y/n shouts back in anger.

“That’s because you can see dead people! Btu you must’ve done other too like maybe kill someone or—“

“Billy.”

“—maybe you tried to murder someone because you wanted to expirment on them or something or you ran over someone with your car?”

“Billy!”

“What?!”

Y/n slowly lifts his hand up to show billy that he was holding his hand. “your still holding my hand.” He whispers out. “Billy, your dead...so how are you touching me?” Billys own eyes widen as he takes in the realization.

“Holy shit.”

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