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writteninkat · 3 years

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Greed | Ushijima x reader

summary: "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter.

"I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

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word count: 3.5k

warning: 18+, name calling if u squint (???)

a/n: this is a reminder that you are amazing, you are loved and you matter. | masterlist for 100 followers event

The boy's volleyball team never paid any attention to the girls as they were always busy with their own training and the two teams played and trained in their own separate indoor volleyball courts. But today is a little different. The floor of your team's court needs changing so the girls and boys have to train under the same roof for a week, and it'll be the first time seeing each other play.

Toshi knew you play volleyball, he knows you were the ace, as a matter of fact, his whole team knows as well. But they didn't know you were this good.

You throw the ball up high in the air, jumping as high as you can and throwing your hand forward, slamming it at the ball. The impact of your hand at the ball always felt so good, the heat and sting of it always gave you some kind of adrenaline and you loved the feeling.

The ball is hit so hard your teammates at the other side of the net barely had any time to react before it hit the wooden floors, giving your side a point.

You smile widely, catching the ball the coach throws at you for a second chance at serving. "Y/n calm the fuck down!" Your teammate yells, "We're not playing for real right now have some mercy!"

"If you can't receive my serves, how are you going to receive the serves from other school who'll surely be better than me?" You yell back, doing another jump float, your form tricking the other team as if you're doing another hard serve, causing them to step away from the net. Your palm then simply pushes on the ball, resulting it to barely go over the net. The players at the other side dives in to try and save the ball, but it hits the ground a second before they do.

The whistle is blown and your side of the court wins. "Y/n! You're a menace to society!" Your teammate jokingly yells, fake-crying on the floor making you giggle. You walk over to your duffel bag on the bleachers and take out your towel, oblivious to the many pairs of eyes on you.

Your short shorts always rode up your thighs and sometimes even ass whenever you played, so you hated wearing the uniform but your long shorts were jn the washer right now, you didn't really have much of a choice. Your uniform hugged your body perfectly, every curve and every hill accentuated by the two pieces of cloth around you.

Your boyfriend's team are bewildered by your skills. They never expected you, so sweet, so gentle and so kind towards them being able to produce such monstrous serves and spikes.

"Y/n!" You hear Tendou call, creating an immediate smile across your face. You loved Tendou, after dating his best friend, the two of you became so close and it's as if you two are best friends too. You watch him run towards you, volleyball in hand. "I never knew you played so good."

"You guys are too busy to watch me play. Why? Wanna join me sometime?" Tendou smiles at your offer, immediately nodding his head. "Yes! Please! Let's olay at my hou-"

"There's no way Y/n's playing with you." Wakatoshi says involuntarily, his eyes widening at his words as his teammates give him questioning stares. He never raised his voice before, nor has he spoken without being spoken to. "Unless! Unless I play with her first." He covers it up, looking away with the faintest blush across his face.

You tilt your head to the side, putting two on two together before smirking. Ah, my adorable, jealous boyfriend. Whatever am I supposed to do with you?

When practice finishes, you go your separate ways from the team. Unlike them who had homes to return to, your home is three hours away from the school and no way in hell were you traveling a total of six hours a day just to get feom and to your house. Getting a dorm in the campus seemed a much better idea, plus, it helped you spend more time with your boyfriend.

A hand snakes its way around your waist and despite sweating for three hours tonight, you can still smell a combination of the scent of your boyfriend's perfume and his shampoo. He smells minty and fresh from his shampoo and at the same time he also smells of lavender and sandalwood.

He continues to wrap both his arms around you as he stands from behind you, his forehead on your shoulder. "Want me to give you a massage once we get back?" You ask, placing a hand on his forearm.

Wakatoshi doesn't speak for a moment and you were beginning to think he fell asleep, but moments later he lifts his head up and takes another step forward, your eyes widening as you feel him poke at your ass.

"I just realised I've never seen you in your uniform before," He breathes out, "You look so sexy baby."

Heat rises up your face, your boyfriend's never said anything like that before. Sure, he once complimented how good yer legs look in shorts or how he likes seeing you so 'comfortable' without a bra on, butbhe's never been straightforward like this.

You can feel yourself creating a pool of slick in your underwear. God, this can not be fucking happening...

"Let's go to my dorm." His voice is an octave lower and he sounds out of breath. "Girls aren't allowed in your dorm building."

"I know most of the people in that building and they know me, they won't tell. So come on," he pulls at you, leading you to his building. He looks back at you, neediness and lust filling his eyes. "I need you right now."

Toshi didn't need to sound like he was begging, you were still going to follow him, but now that he sounds like he wants you so bad he can't control himself anymore, it's making you wanna run to his dorm and rip his clothes off.

You bite on your lower lip, letting him lead you to where his room is.

As you pass through a hall, you smile and wave shyly at some of the familiar faces you see, they look as if they've just seen a ghost. But can you blame them? Ushijima Wakatoshi is currently leading a girl to his room. This is the first time, it should be recorded in the hall of fame or something.

Once the both of you reach his door, which is at the bery end of the hall, Toshi takes his ID card, about to swipe it to unlock the door until he stops midway. He turns around and looks at you straight in the eye, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I don't want to be force you."

You blink at him once, twice, thrice- you take the card from his fingers, quickly swiping it on the lock. You push your boyfriend inside the dorm before looking to your right where the boys in the hall still have their undivided attention at you. "It'll probably get loud, you guys play some music or something." You yell before entering the room and slamming the door behind you.

Immediately, you push your boyfriend onto the wall, leaning in to press your lips on his. Finally, being able to touch your boyfriend after a long day of tiring practice feels to freeing and good. A shiver runs up your spine when he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. When you grant it to him, he pushes his tongue inside your wet cavern, immediately exploring it like he's a curious speleologist.

His one hand grabs your waist, immediately being able to grab almost half of it given your size differences and his other hand cups your jaw, tilting your head to the side to gain better access.

Your hand travels down to the waistline of his sweatpants, pushing your hand inside, feeling strained cock from inside his underwear as your fingers skillfully stroke it.

"Mmmm-" You hum, pushing Toshi off lightly. "We need to take a shower first, we've been sweaty for hours." You tell him, your hand still going up and down his shaft.

He sighs, pulling your hand out of his pants before pulling you inside his bathroom. Inside, he pins you against the wall, his lips on yours as he begins to lift your shirt, only breaking the kiss when a piece of clothing has to come off from around your heads. He pushes your shorts down along with your underwear, letting them pool around your ankles. He pulls your body closer to him, the tip of his clothed cock pressing against your wet folds making you moan into his mouth.

With one hand, he clasps the lock of your bra behind you, letting it fall on the floor along with your other clothes as his other hand begins toying with your pussy.

"You feel so wet down there. Was it when my teammates were staring at you?" He growls, making you lift a questioning brow. "What... What are you talking about?" You breathe out, sucking in your bottom lip in between your teeth as you grind your hips against his hand, greedy for more friction.

"You like it when my teammates are watching you? Watching as those small fuckin shorts get caught in between your ass? Hmm?" Toshi pushes a fingers inside making you mewl, your walls clenching around it, wanting more. "You like it when people watch you?"

You shake your head, moaning out profanities as you dig your nails on the skin of his shoulders, still rolling your hips and still wanting more of him.

"N-no, no! I only want you to watch me, Toshi!" You whine, moaning loudly once again when he pushes yet again another finger. He scissors his fingers inside you as your walls clench around them hungrily, greedy for more. "You're fucking mine, you got that?" He grits, thrusting his fingers inside you, hitting the particular bundle of nerves again and again leaving you screaming in pleasure with just two of his fingers.

"Yes! Yes, oh yes! I'm yours, Toshi! Fuck!" Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling yourself shake as you cum around his fingers, your cunt squelching around them. You breathe heavily, rolling your hips as you ride out your orgasm.

Toshi takes his fingers out, causing you to whine unconsciously when your hole begins tightening around nothing. He places his hands on either of your lower thighs, pulling you up and hugging your legs around his waist as he leads you to his shower.

He puts you down, making sure you can stand by yourself before hooking his thumbs on either side of his sweats, pulling them down, letting them pool around his ankles. Your gaze is immediately on his member, it's looks so hard and red, the size much bigger than usual and precum is currently seeping out of it.

"Like what you see?" Toshi smirks, this whole side of him completely taking you off guard. You love it. You twist the shower knob on before getting on your knees before him. He steps forward towards you, watching you as you take his dick into your small hands.

You look up at him from below, opening your mouth as widely as you can, rolling your tongue out. You begin by giving his precum-covered head some kitten licks, cleaning it up beforetaking half of his length in your mouth. You hollow your mouth, pushing your head lower as you feel his tip already hit the back of your throat.

"Yeah, take that dick like you want it for dinner. My cockslut..." He hisses, taking you by the hair. He tugs on a fistful of your hair, causing you to roll your eyes back in pleasure and moan loudly, the vibration stirring your boyfriend up even more. He begins thrusting his hips slowly, throwing his head back as you play with his balls and the rest of him that you couldn't take in your mouth.

"That's right, lap up my cock so fucking good, angel. That's right- ah! oh god..." His breathing becomes irregular and his thrusts slowly become more frantic. The tip of his dick continues abusing the back of your throat and tears begin to pool on the corners of your eyes, your cunt dripping wet at the thought of your boyfriend face fucking you at this moment.

Your hand plays with your pussy, drawing circles around and on the clit, chasing after Toshi so the two of you can cum together. "That's right, you're mine. This mouth is mine, and I'm not fucking sharing you with anyone." He seethes, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier by the second until he thrusts particularly deep inside your mouth, the tip of his dick going down your throat as he cums inside you, hot liquid going down your throat has your pussy clenching around your own fingers.

He pulls out, watching as you swallow his load until your mouth is empty of his white seed. The corner of Toshi's hand twitches into a smirk as he wipes a thumb over your bottom lip, immediately you suck on it as you look up at him teasingly.

"Let's wash up, darling." He pulls you up, taking his shampoo bottle and squirting a small amount on his palm, wiping it on your hair continuously until it begins to bubble up. He then proceeds to pour his body wash all over your body, hands roaming around you.

He presses kisses on the shell of your ear as he massages and squeezes your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples before going down and washing your slippiery folds. He copies what he did to your breast down to your ass, kneading them like fine bread before guiding you when the water is hitting. As you wash off the soap suds, he pours the same kind of shampoo on his head, combing his fingers through his soap-sud covered hair before following it by lathering his soap all over his body. His hands go up and down his well defined abs and pecks, teasing you as he slowly trails it down to his shaft.

He watches you watch him clean himself, letting you pull him closer to you, letting himself be hit by the running water. Once all the soap is rinsed off, you step away from him and take a towel, drying off your hair infront of the mirror.

You watch in the reflection as Toshi walks out of the shower and towards you, his usual indifferent expression across his face. He runs his haze down your figure before pulling on your towel, setting it down on the counter.

He leans forward, trapping you between him and the counter as he places both of his hands on either sides of your body. "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter. "I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

"Why won't you make me yours?" You challenge him, looking at him dead in the eye. He looks at you for a second, two seconds, three- he spins you around, pressing his lips against yours.

"You're playing a really dangerous game, darling, and I'm not in the best mood tonight." He growls through the kiss, his tongue more aggressive and lips harsher than usual. "Show me how to play it, maybe I'll get to know the rules and it won't be as dangerous as you say it is." You shoot back, running your hands all over his naked torso, feeling ever elevation and dip of his sculpted chest and abs underneath the pads of your fingertips.

Toshi growls into the kiss, turning you around once again and pushing you down on the counter. He presses his tip against your dripping folds, slowly entering you as to not hurt you in any way. He lets you adjust to his size for a few moments and the moment you begin rolling your hips, he combs his fingers through your damp hair, pulling on it and forcing you to see yourself being fucked in front of the mirror.

He thrusts relentlessly into you, the tip of his cock hitting places your fingers never hit before. Your jaw hangs open as you moan loudly, taken in a trance at the feeling of your boyfriend abusing the certain bundle of nerves inside you.

Toshi lifts a leg up on your side, the feeling becoming more and more overwhelming as his thrusts become deeper, much faster and harder. Your walls clamp around him tightly, making him click his tongue. "Yeah that's it, this pussy is all fucking mine, isn't it."

He pulls at your hair, letting go of it before cupping your face, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at you. Look at how lewd you are right now. You feeling good clamping down on my cock like that?" He asks, his thrusts never once slowing down. The feeling becomes overwhelming to the point where you couldn't form words, and instead you nod your head as to not make a fool out of yourself.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the knot tighten in your belly, your jaw hangs open as drool begins to drip out the corner of your mouth. Your boyfriend breathes heavily into your ear, "Wanna cum? You wanna cum right now?"

"Ye-yeah... yeah fuck...wanna...wanna cum... let... let me...cum...." You lose your capability to form coherent sentences and capability to talk. "I'm fucking you so dumb right now, aren't I?" Toshi smirks, shoving two of his fingers inside your mouth, pressing them on your tongue as he watches you make a mess out of yourself.

Your moans fill the bathroom completely and you feel yourself hanging by a thread, simoly waiting for a word, that one ward that'll have you releasing so hard your legs are for sure going to give out. Just one word-

"Alright my darling, you deserve this." Toshi growls into your ear, letting go of your face in the process. "Cum."

You cum all over his cock, your clenching walls trying to milk him of his own release. Your back arches and toes curl as your boyfriend continues thrusting inside you, thrusts becoming sloppy and uneven as well as his breath.

Once you finish, he pulls out, cumming all over your ass, hot white ropes of his release reaching all over your ass, back and some even on your hair. He moans loudly, throwing his head back as he presses his length on your ass. The two of you stay there panting for a good minute, soaking in what you just did before Toshi begins pulling away. He looks at his artwork on you, mentally patting himself and telling himself 'good job' before he snakes an arm around your limp body.

"Come on, I'll wash you up." He carries you back to the shower, once again going through the process of soaping your body to make sure you're clean before setting you down on his counter. You flinch and hiss at the contact of your pussy on his counter, it hurt.

Toshi kisses you all over you face, muttering apologies about being too harsh in return you tell him it wasn't his fault at all. He dries up your body and hair, letting you brush your teeth before carrying you to his bed. He dresses you up in his clothes and takes out your special kit- basically a box full of skin care products in case you slept over.

"I'll do your skin care for you, just lay down and relax yourself. He says, sitting cross legged on the floor as he rummages through the products inside the box. You look at him, smiling to yourself and asking yourself how the hell you got so lucky to score someone like him. "Do you want charcoal or a strawberry mask tonight?" He asks, holding up two of your favorite mask packs.

You place your hand on his cheek, caressing it softly. "I love you." You whisper out, his eyes widening as it catches him off guard. Toshi feels his heart sink to his tummy as butterflies flutter and dance all over it. He smiles, a faint blush across his cheek. "I love you more." He kisses the tip of your nose.

Toshi then proceeds to just stare at you for a few moments before looking like he snaps out of his trance. A deep blush takes over his face as he buries his face on your chest in embarrassment. You laugh loudly, asking him what was going on.

"You're too cute, I'm never sharing you or this side of you to anyone." He mumbles against your chest, making you smile widely. He turns his head to the side, eyelids halfway down, "I'm greedy for you and only you. Never sharing you with anyone, ever."

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bohica160 · 3 years

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A little miscommunication with Alpha Chris (pt. 2)

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗMinors gtfo, this isn't for youᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Chris was not too far behind you, following the trail of your pheromones with lidded eyes, pants unbearably tight. He was very grateful for the halls to be empty. Right as he turned the corner he saw your office door was surrounded by numerous alphas, each one trying to over scent the other. Some were calling out to you, while others were saying the most provocative things. A few of them jiggled the door handle, testing its strength. “Leave now,” Chris roared, chest puffed out fists tightly balled stalking over to the crowd. Thankfully they all scurried off, knowing damn well they had no chance against the Hound Wolf Capitan. He gave himself a moment to gather himself before knocking softly. “Y/n? You okay?” Not hearing a reply, he pressed an ear to the door. He could make out soft whimpers behind it.

“Y/n I’m coming in” Chris grabbed the handle, turning it with force, causing it to hang loosely in the wood. He pushed against the door with his shoulder. Even with the door open just a crack, the scent of you flooded his lungs, almost letting out a groan. “Y/n”, he called out again as he closed the door behind him. “W-what are you doing here?” you called out in a broken voice. Once when he came into view you covered your glands on your neck with your hands, Chris looked around the room before crouching down next to you, “need to make sure no alphas followed you.” You tried pushing yourself up, folding your legs next to you, “Y-you need to leave. I’ll manage”. Chris’s brows knitted together, “You hand a group of alphas outside your office, clearly you can’t” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I didn’t ask for your help Capitan Redfield. Plus why do you care what happens?”. Once you were able to stand, you walked over to your desk, leaning over it with your back to him. “This is why-”, Chris began before whipped around and you marched over to him, finger jabbing him in the chest. “This is why what? Why omegas shouldn’t be in the workforce?” You hissed at him, "Is that what you were about to say? All you alp-". A growl rumbled deep in Chris's chest, he wrapped a hand around your wrist and pulled you into him. "Don't put words in my mouth omega", he scowled towering over you. You quickly backed down with a pout.

"I was going to say 'this is why you should be prepared'. Why would you think I would ever say something like that?" he asked, sounding a little hurt. "Because you don't like me. It's fine", you huff, trying to turn away from him but he pulled you back into him. "What are you talking about?", his eyes searching your face for answers. "You never seem to want to talk and you always move away from me." You glared at him, voice rising in annoyance. "Because I can't stand your smell", he responded, also raising his voice. His comment seemed to slap you in the face, quickly going from irritated to dejected. You tried to tug your hand out of his grasp.

"Let go of me", you continue pulling your arm, avoiding looking him in the face. For some reason having him confirming in some way he didn't like you made your inner omega whimper, wanting to go home to your nest. "No, I-.... that's not what I meant". You felt like if you opened your mouth, some noise of discomfort would slip out. You shook your head continuing to play tug of war with your limb.

Chris let out a long sigh, "I can't be near you because your scent is the best thing I've ever smelt. Even with the patches, I can get a small trace of it.” You stopped tugging your arm, you looked up at him in complete shock, "I can't form a single sentence let alone a thought. I didn't realize my actions made you feel like I don't like you." Your mouth slightly open, muscles in your face relax as you replay everything he just said in your head.

"But….", your inner omega was jumping for joy but you did not feel that excitement. Your eyebrows lowered, pulling together. "You've been avoiding me…. because you like my scent?" Chris's cheeks were now dusted pink, heart beating fast not sure how this was going to go. "Are you fucking kidding me!", you exclaimed as your pushed into him. Not expecting your sudden actions, you both tumbled to the ground, falling on top of the man. You quickly sat up on his pelvis slapping his chest lightly, huffing up a storm.

"I-I can't believe you! In what world would you think I wouldn't think that!" The heat started to rise in you again, your skin tingling. While you wiggled on top of him expressing your frustration, unaware that you were lightly rubbing over his groin. Soon everything you were saying started to merge all together in a mumble, as Chris was trying his hardest to calm himself, feeling himself getting harder by the second. His hands moved up to your hips trying to hold you still, but that did absolutely nothing on his part besides press you further into him. He flipped you over onto your back, him hovering over you, his forearms next to your head.

You stared up at him startled by the sudden change in positions, while he kept gazing between your eyes and soft lips. You unintentionally licked your bottom lip, his blue eyes following the pink muscle, causing his cock to twitch against you. A small gasp snapped him back as you both laid there not sure what to do now. Now that you have calmed down, you could feel the ache between your thighs as a wave of heat washes over you. Your omega yelling at you to scent him, touch him, anything. You bit your lower lip before reaching up, placing it on the back of his neck, pulling him down just enough to lightly rub your nose up the side of his neck. The sweet scent coming from your core started to grow stronger.

He froze, muscles tensing, throat bobbing as you rubbed your cheek against his neck, getting your pheromones on him before turning your head just a little, brushing your lips over his pulse. Pressure pools in your low abdomen, causing you to rut your hips up into him. He lets out a muffled groan against your shoulder before pulling back. He nudged your chin with his nose, you tilted your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck. Your breath hitching with every feather light kiss he placed on your skin. “Chris,” you whined, tightly gripping onto his shirt. He hummed into your skin, not stopping his ministrations. “Wh-hat if someone comes in?”, you turned your head to look at the door. As he switched sides of your neck, he started to suck right over your scent glands, ripping the most sweet-sounding moan he’s ever heard. He continued to attack that one particular spot, massaging it with his tongue. “I scented the hall”, he said with a raspy voice in between licks. “No one will dare to come down here”. You opened your mouth to protest only to let out a moan as he nipped over your gland.

The sweet aroma of your slick filled the room, making his head spin. Every whimper and moan went straight to his cock, grinding it against your clothed core. “Mmmm… Chris”, you whined as you tugged on his shirt. He pulled away from the marked up skin, chests heaving against each other, lust filled in your eyes. “It’s hot”, you mewed trying to tug his shirt up. His lips quirked up slightly before placing them over yours. As he sat up, knees placed on both sides of your hips, pulling the fabric over his head. There have been a handful of times you’ve seen this alpha’s shirt ride up just enough to show that v line cut accompanied with his happy trail. You could feel yourself clench around nothing as your eyes racked up his chiseled defined abs and solid pecs.

All self-restraint went out the window, your hands slowly caressed up his toned body, taking in every shudder. He reached down pushing his calloused hands under your flimsy tank top, pushing it up over your breasts. His thumbs grazing against your pebbled flesh poking through the bra. Your breath hitched in your throat, as he ran his thumb over your nipple a few more times over the fabric, before pulling both pieces off.

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scullyverse · 3 years

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Uniforms & Stilettos

Thank you so much to the wonderful @notdeannatroi for being the most amazing beta ever. She fixed my many mistakes and helped made this fic what it is now. This wouldn't have come together without our many conversations about this particular scene and our fawning over the hotness that is Stella and Dana.

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Stella comes home to find a surprise waiting for her in the form of Dana in her police uniform and stiletto's.

Stella/Scully || Smut || 11.4k words || Rating E (Explicit for smut. You’ve been warned lol)

Pushing shut her car door, Stella popped up the collar of her coat to shield her from the cold, locking the car behind her. It was late, past 11pm, way past her usual clocking off time as she had put in some overtime doing paperwork for the case she had been scheduled on. It was tedious, but it had to be done by someone and at least finishing it might mean she could actually have a quiet weekend for a change. Walking up to her front door she smiled at the light seeping out from behind the curtains of the living room window. She had called Dana earlier to tell her that she would be home late and to not wait up for her, but of course Dana had told her ‘Don’t be stupid, of course I’ll stay up for you’. She always tried to stay up to welcome her home, even if it was the early hours of the morning and she ended up half asleep on the couch. Stella found it quite endearing.

She unlocked the front door with a rattle of her keys and pushed the door open, flooding the warm room with a chill before she shut it behind her, locking it with a flick. The apartment smelt of roses and coffee; obviously Dana had made some earlier and the smell still lingered. Stella recognised the rose scent of Dana’s bubble bath as she took a deep breath, letting the bitter floral smell fill her nose. It was so distinctly Dana that it made her heart flutter in her chest. She had liked her apartment before, but it always just felt like a house, merely somewhere for her to retreat from the outside world. But Dana made it feel like a home, a place now so warm and comforting to her.

Stella removed her jacket and hung it next to Dana’s coat on the wall before she removed her shoes, leaning with her hand against the wall to balance herself. After turning off the living room light, she made her way up the hallway towards their bedroom, following the light emitting from the room tucked away on the left. Coming home to someone in her bedroom would have been out of the question before Dana had come along. Her house and especially her bed were places that were completely off limits to company; it was her own personal space and she refused to let people see into that aspect of her life so easily. But that was before she met Dana, who had managed to wiggle her way through the walls she had built around herself and had stuck around through the good and the bad, because it hadn’t always been easy. Dana had moved in a few months ago and now Stella couldn’t remember how it felt to be alone like she had been before. Running her fingers through her curls and shaking them free from the tighter ringlets, Stella walked into their bedroom, expecting to see Dana wrapped up in the sheets, her red hair sprawled out on the pillow like usual.

But that certainly wasn’t what she saw tonight.

Stella stopped abruptly as she took in the sight before her, a sudden stab of arousal shooting straight to her lower abdomen. Dana was reclined back on the chaise longue Stella had tucked under the window, resting back on her elbows with her thighs spread, one knee in the air and her ankles crossed together. Dana smiled from her seat as she caught a glimpse of the blonde, her eyes drinking in her girlfriend’s body dressed in only the finest silk shirt and a skirt that fitted her so tightly, almost like a second skin.

“You’ve kept me waiting...” Dana stated, her voice dripping with a huskiness that Stella was sure she was the only one lucky enough to hear, as she pushed herself up from her seat on the chair and walked over to Stella with an almost predatory sway to her hips, “Stella.”

The way Dana warmly purred her name caused Stella’s eyebrows to raise in acknowledgment, a smirk forming on her lips. Dana only ever used that tone when she wanted to take control in the bedroom, something that didn’t happen very often but Stella was more than happy to oblige whenever the moment arose. A jolt of arousal pulsed at her centre and a warmth settled between her legs.

Once the redhead stood before her, Stella noticed Dana was standing a little taller due to the black stilettos on her feet, ones Stella recognised instantly because they were her favourite pair. But her attention didn’t linger on her shoes for long because Stella felt her mouth go dry with the vision of Dana dressed in her uniform, her lips curled up in a seductive smirk and her eyes a deep blue. Stella loved the way her eyes looked when she was aroused.

Stella’s white shirt sat loosely on Dana’s shoulders, completely open down the front to reveal her bare skin, the slight sheerness of the fabric doing nothing to hide the dusky definition of Dana’s nipples. Her black tie lay loosely clasped around Dana’s neck, resting perfectly between the valley of her breasts and stopping just above the simplistic gold ring pierced through her belly button. Past Dana’s blood red lips and smokey eyes, Stella noticed her hat perched on Dana’s head, covering her mass of bright red hair that was longer than usual as she hadn’t had the time to get it cut.

Stella licked her lips and let her eyes roam back down from Dana’s face. Her fingers reached out to touch the bare skin revealed by the open shirt before they wrapped around the bottom of her tie and tugged it towards her, marvelling in the sight of the loop slipping a little tighter around Dana’s pale neck. Stella was sure she would never be able to see her uniform in quite the same way after this, after Dana managed to make it look so unbelievably sexy. With another pull, the material now flush against Dana’s neck, Stella rumbled in her throat when she heard Dana’s breath hitch. I’ll play along.

“Are you planning on fucking me, Dana?”

“Mmmm,” Dana moaned, reaching out to grab Stella’s hips and pull her roughly against her, her curved lips now millimetres from the blonde’s. “Such a dirty mouth.”

As soon as her hips hit Stella’s, the blonde’s eyes went wide. Her body pulled back as she quickly looked down and used her fingers to push at the fabric of Dana’s pants. Stella gave a lustful moan as she saw black nylon straps resting on Dana’s hips, her head falling forwards and resting on Dana’s shoulder when she felt a hard fullness pressed against her. They hadn’t played with this toy in awhile and it only took seconds for the memories of how hard she had come last time to resurface. It sent a shiver of anticipation through her body.

Dana smirked at Stella’s reaction as she slipped her hands around to cup her ass and pull her closer, applying a constant pressure as she rolled her hips slightly. A moan fell from Stella’s lips against her shoulder and she pulled away to look into Dana’s eyes before leaning in, their lips brushing softly against each other, teasing. Dana allowed her teeth to nip at Stella’s bottom lip before they deepened the kiss and Stella’s hands reached up to cup her face, her thumbs running over her cheeks. Dana’s lips tasted of coffee and lipstick, bitterness to complement the sweet undertone of the taste that was so distinctly Dana.

Dana’s fingernails dug into her ass and Stella felt a rumbling sound from deep in Dana’s throat at the feeling of what Stella assumed was the harness rubbing deliciously against her clit. Stella smirked into the kiss before she pulled away just enough to watch Dana lick her bottom lip, holding the tip of her tongue between her teeth. Stella could see how aroused she was by the swollen flesh of her lips and the dark storm of blue that now took over her eyes. Snaking her hand down between them, Stella went to touch Dana’s breast before Dana arched away, stopping the grind of her hips, her eyes locking with Stella’s.

“Strip.”

Stella felt a throb in her centre at the sound of Dana giving her orders. Dana removed her hands from Stella’s ass and took a few steps back, her fingers falling to the front of her pants as she popped the button open slowly, all the while watching Stella begin to remove her clothes. Unbuttoning her silk shirt quickly, Stella’s eyes never left Dana’s fingers as they now played with the zipper, inching it down ever so slowly. ‘Such a tease,’ Stella thought to herself. Looking up she saw Dana’s eyes watch her, a slight flush of arousal already spreading across her nose and cheeks. Stella knew that Dana enjoyed taking control when the mood struck her, even if it wasn’t a dynamic they dabbled in very often.

She tossed her shirt to the floor and made quick work of her skirt as she watched Dana inch the zipper down more with every article of clothing that left her body, like a reward for doing as she was told. Stella could just see a peak of dark purple silicone beginning to show, until she stood before Dana in her red lingerie. Dana’s fingers stopped their teasing and began to zip the zipper back up, the purple silicone disappearing once again. Stella gave a frustrated groan and her eyes snapped back to Dana’s. She went to speak but Dana’s eyes narrowed into a challenge, stopping her.

“I didn’t say you could stop. I said strip. Everything off.”

Stella shivered slightly as she removed her lingerie, first her bra and then her underwear, kicking them across the floor. She would do what she was told, even if it left her slightly vulnerable under the intense gaze from her partner. Even if she trusted Dana more than anything, standing before her so exposed still left her feeling a little unnerved. Dana smiled as she watched Stella stand there completely naked, her nipples erect from the cold and her chest rising and falling with her quickened breath. Stella knew that Dana understood how she hated feeling so on display so Dana stepped closer to her, wrapping her arms around her before she licked Stella’s neck and placed kisses along her skin. Making her way to her ear, Dana took the lobe between her lips, tugging slightly with her teeth.

“Tell me if it’s too much at any time and I’ll stop.” It was barely a whisper but it was still obvious that she wanted to make sure Stella was comfortable. They trusted each other implicitly but Dana understood that Stella would still need a little grasp of control, a way out if she began to feel uncomfortable and Dana wanted to assure her that she could have that in a heartbeat if she needed it.

Stella’s lips curled into a warm smile as she nuzzled against Dana’s mouth, nodding at the tender moment that always came before they started anything that tested her need for control. It made Stella’s heart swell knowing that Dana understood her insecurities so well. “I will.”

Dana nodded once before she gave a kiss to her jaw, her arms wrapping around Stella’s shoulder blades, her nails sliding hard down her back, leaving red marks in their wake. Stella’s hips jolted forward in an involuntary movement. A thrill of arousal seemed to follow the slight sting of the trails now left on her skin. Dana began to walk them towards the bed and once they reached the edge, she pushed the blonde down, watching as Stella began to shuffle into the centre of the bed to get comfortable. Reaching out, Dana tugged at her ankles and pulled her back to the side of the bed, enough so that her legs dangled off the edge.

“Don’t move.”

Stella arched her eyebrows up before she bit her bottom lip, sitting up slightly so she was resting on her elbows. It was amazing how much power Dana could exude when she wanted too. Dana’s fingers fell back to her pants, pulling on the zipper again before she finally let the flaps fall open to reveal the dark purple silicone appendage resting snuggly against the black fabric. Stella could feel a heat pulse between her legs at the sight before her as Dana began to push her pants off her hips, getting them down far enough for the plastic toy to spring free. Stella studied how the harness was attached tightly around Dana’s thighs and hips, a strap nestled between the swollen lips of her labia. Stella would never get tired of seeing that image. Her eyes focused on how the silicone bounced and swayed as Dana wiggled her legs out of the pants and kicked them across the floor. And with every movement Stella could feel her anticipation and arousal creep higher.

“Touch yourself,” Dana said simply, her hands reaching down to touch the silicone dildo between her legs and stroke the toy with a feather light touch of her fingertips. Stella’s eyes darkened as Dana played, giving a moan of approval at what she saw before her. Dana had chosen this attachment because she knew it was one of Stellas favourites due to its realism and she made sure Stella saw her trace over every vein and ridge that Stella loved feeling deep inside of her. Falling back off her elbows, Stella’s eyes returned to Dana’s before she ran her fingers up her sides, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin. As much as she wanted to tease, she could already feel a steady ache between her thighs and it was getting harder to ignore with every passing second Dana circled the tip of the dildo with her thumb.

Stella’s fingers made contact with her breasts and Dana gave a hum of approval as she watched Stella roll her nipples between her thumb and index fingers. Stella’s entrance fluttered around emptiness as her fingers continued to tug at her chest, her arousal increasing with the attention she was giving herself. The slight stimulation soon wouldn’t be enough to quell her arousal as every tug and roll of her fingers caused the need to touch other parts of her body to rise. Dana continued to watch as Stella’s nipples seemed to strain beneath her fingers, her thighs squeezing together tightly, as if to give herself some relief for the throbbing between her legs. Dana knew what the blonde was feeling because she felt it too. She tugged slightly at the base of the toy in response, loving how it pulled the strap between her legs tighter against her clit.

It was getting harder for Stella to resist the throbbing of her clit so she let one hand trail down her body, her legs falling open as her fingers finally reached her swollen lips. She had never been one to take a real interest in pleasuring herself in front of a partner - it was something too personal to share with someone else. But the way Dana always watched her and how her breath hitched in wonder when Stella began circling her clit caused Stella to feel completely at ease. Dana was looking at her with such hunger and love that it made Stella smirk and spread her legs wider to give Dana a better view as she noticed Dana’s eyes flicker downwards. Dana let go of the dildo and smiled, watching Stella’s fingers dance over her swollen bud.

“Good girl.”

Dana’s words made Stella huff out a breath, her neck tilting back as a wave of arousal hit her. Stella normally wasn’t one to like being treated in an inferior manner but the way the words tumbled out of Dana’s mouth hit her right between her legs. Reaching out, Dana ran the back of her nails up Stella’s thighs, watching how they shook slightly and how goosebumps formed on the skin. “Fuck,” Stella groaned, the rhythm of her fingers against her clit speeding up, another sharp tug against her nipple. They locked eyes once again as Stella licked her bottom lip, her toes digging slightly into the rug beneath her feet. Dana slowly got to her knees, resting her hands on Stella’s thighs to keep her legs open, giving a small disapproving growl when she saw Stella’s fingers pause. Stella’s head lifted off the bed in an attempt to see what Dana was planning.

“Did I say you could stop touching yourself?”

The sight of Dana’s piercing blue eyes staring up at her from between her legs was something Stella loved. And the added visual stimulation of her uniform hat perched on Dana’s head caused her mind to spin. Removing her hand from her breast, Stella used it to prop herself up on her elbow so she could watch Dana as she resumed the familiar circular pattern on her clit. Dana smiled, her eyes flicking back down to watch Stella’s fingers, watching how her entrance clenched, a drop of wetness seeping from her. Dana thought that it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and would never get tired of seeing Stella so wet and aroused just for her.

Leaning down, Dana gave a firm lick, collecting the wetness on her tongue as Stella let her head fall back with a low moan rumbling from her throat, her fingers unable to resist speeding up with the added stimulation. Dana closed her eyes and continued to use her tongue, alternating between rolling the tip around Stella’s swollen lips and slipping it inside, drinking in all that Stella had to offer her. It wasn’t long before Stella began to pant slightly, feeling a familiar warmth spread from her centre to the pit of her stomach. Dana’s eyes opened at the noise, looking up to see the flush of arousal on Stella’s chest as she slipped her tongue back inside and could feel how Stella’s walls gripped around it in desperation.

Pulling her face away Dana watched Stella’s fingers slide over now slick skin for a few seconds before she placed a hand on top of Stella’s, stilling her fingers, much to Stella’s dismay. Stella huffed in frustration. “You’re a fucking tease, Dana.”

Dana chuckled slightly as she leaned forward to give Stella’s inner thigh a sharp bite which caused a small shriek to erupt from Stella, her hips jerking upwards at the sudden pain. Dana soothed it with her tongue before she got to her feet and Stella took note of the way Dana’s lips now glistened slightly with her arousal. Dana reached down and gave the dildo a stroke, her hips rocking slightly when she reached the base, the attachment rubbing deliciously against her clit. Stella had never seen anything hotter than Dana standing before her so wet, her arousal evident from on the strap between her legs.

“I want to fuck you from behind. On your stomach.”

Stella gave a moan of approval. She knew Dana was well aware that it was her favourite position when they used the strap on because it gave her the deepest angle of penetration. Shuffling up on the bed slightly, Stella rolled onto her knees, sliding her legs open so she could sink her hips down towards the bed. It was times like this she thanked her body for still holding some of its flexibility. Dana leaned down to give her right ass cheek a quick kiss as she reached onto the bed to grab the two pillows resting against the headboard, sliding them under Stella and tucking them tightly against her hips. Stella wiggled her hips slightly to get into a comfortable position as she leaned down onto her elbows, arching her back so her ass lifted into the air, presenting herself to Dana.

Tossing her blonde hair, Stella looked over her shoulder at Dana through heavy lashes, her lips curling into a smile as she watched Dana look at her ass, her tongue licking her bottom lip. Stella knew how much Dana loved seeing her like this and as much as Dana was in control tonight, she couldn’t help but tease her a little bit, especially after she so rudely interrupted her from achieving release earlier. Putting on a throaty moan, Stella purposely clenched her entrance, feeling wetness seep from her. “Fuck,” uttered from Dana’s mouth and Stella smiled in satisfaction. Her smug smile soon faded to a look of lust and pining as she watched Dana give her a raise of her eyebrows, challenging her, before she reached her fingers forward, collecting the liquid gathered at her entrance and slipping a single finger inside. Stella gave a sigh before the finger was removed and Dana brought it to her lips, sucking the digit clean. ‘Touché, Dana.’

“Don’t be naughty.”

Dana’s voice was stern but she smiled at Stella and the blonde smiled in return, her cheek resting on the bed as she watched Dana behind her. She couldn’t resist letting her ass give a tempting wiggle despite the warning. Dana moved from behind Stella to the nightstand next to the bed, opening the bottom drawer to pull out the bottle of lubricant they kept in there for just such occasions. Popping the lid open on the bottle, Dana moved to stand behind Stella again and squeezed a large amount in her hand before catching Stella’s gaze as she began to apply the clear liquid to the dildo. Stella bit her lip as she watched Dana’s hand stroke the silicone and turn it slick and shiny with moisture, the only sound in the room being the wet smacking of Dana’s hand moving up and down and Stella’s slightly laboured breathing.

There was something so arousing about the sight of Dana stroking the length of the toy, a drop of the lube falling from the tip as Stella grunted, her hips rocking slightly on the pillows in anticipation. “Easy, Stella,” Dana whispered as she noticed Stella’s movements before she tossed the bottle onto the bed and stepped closer, her fingertips stroking her entrance softly. A strangled groan escaped Stella’s lips as she closed her eyes, relaxing her face into the bed, savouring the feeling of Dana teasing her before she pushed two fingers inside slowly, slipping into her easily from the mixture of the lube still on her fingers and of Stella’s arousal. Dana began to pump her fingers in and out slowly, pulling out until just her fingertips were inside and sliding back in until she was knuckle deep.

“So wet for me,” Dana husked. Her fingers scissoring inside of Stella caused her to push her hips back, seeking something more. Dana added a third finger and began to pick up the pace slightly, groaning when Stella’s inner walls fluttered and stretched around her fingers. Stella knitted her brows together as she bit her bottom lip while her hips rocked to match the rhythm Dana was setting. She could feel her arousal begin to crest again as she propped her head back up, looking back to Dana with pleading eyes. “I’m close.” It was a warning, a way to tell Dana that she was ready for her and that she needed to stop if she didn’t want Stella to come undone. As much as she wanted to come around Dana’s fingers she knew that tonight was about what Dana wanted.

Dana slowed her pace again, smirking at how Stella’s inner muscles continued to flutter around her fingers. “I know, I can feel that.”

Stella whined in her throat as she felt Dana’s fingers leave her body, forehead resting on the bed, her body focusing on getting her breathing under control again. She had been so close to that delicious edge and she wanted to bring herself back down enough to give Dana time to get into the scene instead of coming as soon as Dana entered her. Dana dragged her fingers down Stella’s thigh, wiping her slick arousal onto her skin before she reached for the bottle again, squeezing as she angled the bottle over the crack of Stella’s ass. Stella jumped unexpectedly as she felt the cool liquid hit her ass, trickling down between her legs and labia. Dana’s fingers caught it just before it hit the pillows below her hips and she spread it around her entrance, dipping her fingertips inside once more. Dana always made sure she was more than ready and prepared when they used any type of toy to avoid discomfort. Even though the teasing drove Stella to insanity, she was thankful for how much care Dana took to make sure it would be as pleasurable for her as possible.

Once Dana seemed to be happy with how wet Stella was she eased her fingers out of her before she took another step forward so their hips were flush, the dildo sliding down and resting between Stella’s folds. Groaning, Stella chewed on her bottom lip as she picked her head off the bed so she could look back at Dana, who was running her fingers over the skin of her lower back. The anticipation crept higher and higher when Stella felt a hand slip between their hips and grab the base of the toy as Dana pulled back enough for her to slide the tip of the dildo across her labia, once, twice. The cock wasn’t overly large, but it was big enough for Stella’s entrance to give resistance as Dana lined up the head of the toy to rest against her. Stella could feel her resolve breaking, giving a moaned ‘Fuck’ when Dana pushed a little against her. The tip slipped inside and her head fell back to the bed, her fingers twisting in the bedsheets. She could feel her inner walls grip tightly around the toy, both loving and hating the intrusion. “Relax. Breathe,” Dana whispered as she used the hand that wasn’t holding the toy to rest on Stella’s ass, her thumb brushing her skin softly.

Stella shifted her weight as she focused on relaxing her muscles before she tilted her ass back slightly to push herself a little further onto the dildo. Dana knew exactly what she liked and she loved her for that. When it came to the toy she liked to ease herself onto it and once it was buried to the hilt inside her that was when she let Dana fuck her with abandon. Stella put her weight onto one elbow so she could reach back, her fingers searching for Dana’s hips. Dana shuffled forwards slightly, the toy sliding in a little further before Stella managed to grab the strap resting on her right thigh, her fingers tugging on the nylon. Stella pushed back a little further as she gave out a lustful growl, feeling a particular ridge slide against the sweet spot inside her as she finally felt the complete length of the dildo inside, the base now rubbing against her. She loved the feeling of being filled like this, especially knowing that Dana was the one on the other end. Her clit pulsed as she explored the toy, squeezing her muscles around it tightly, smirking to herself when she heard Dana moan from behind her. Even though the toy wasn’t a part of Dana’s anatomy, Stella knew from experience that Dana would feel a tug every time she clenched around it and that it would be rubbing against her clit and giving her the slightest friction.

Dana’s eyes closed as she held herself flush against Stella’s hips, obviously enjoying the feeling of the way Stella adjusted to the toy inside of her. The faint tugging sensation was too much and Dana couldn’t stop the slight roll of her hips, seeking something more to relieve the ache between her own legs. Stella groaned as she curled her toes, her knees slipping slightly on the bed, opening her legs a little wider as she began to match Dana’s actions, feeling herself become accustomed to the dildo inside of her. Dana opened her eyes to the feeling of a sharp tug on the strap against her thigh, looking to meet Stella’s gaze, her eyes a dark blue and her pupils dilated with arousal.

“Fuck me, Dana.”

That was all the encouragement Dana needed. Placing her hands on Stella’s hips, Dana dug her fingers into her skin slightly as she pulled her hips back, her gaze dropping down between their connected bodies to see the purple silicone reappear before she thrust herself forwards, beginning to set a slow but steady pace. There was something tantalising about watching the toy slide in and out so easily that Dana felt herself entranced, a huff of breath escaping her lips with the sound of arousal from Stella as she let out a low rumble of satisfaction. Stella let go of the strap on Dana’s thigh, now using both hands to grab the bedsheet beneath her and bunching it in her fingers. It wasn’t long before Stella’s hips began to rock back on their own accord, matching Dana thrust for thrust as the redhead began to speed up, her nails forming crescent marks on her hips. Standing slightly taller because of the stilettos on her feet, Dana managed to achieve an angle she usually couldn’t and it caused the dildo to slip in deeper on every thrust, leaving Stella with a complete sense of fullness whenever Dana buried inside her to the hilt. She would never get tired of that feeling.

Stella’s head fell to the bed as she parted her lips. Her cheek rubbed against the fabric of the bedsheet with each thrust rocking her backwards and forwards. “Ugh!” Stella grunted as Dana began to pick up the pace, her thighs slapping hard against Stellas ass as Dana seemed to start to let go of the restraint she had been holding onto. Dana whimpered as she let her head fall back, unable to stop how her hips pumped faster, her body obviously desperately seeking release. Stella could feel her inner walls pulsing around the dildo and she knew with the pace Dana was keeping it wouldn’t be long before she was pushed over the edge. Stella pulled herself back to her elbows as she looked back at Dana and how her head was thrown back slightly, eyes closed and her tongue resting on her bottom lip, her body moving on pure instinct now to reach the same peak Stella could feel bubbling inside herself. It was breathtaking to see Dana so unhinged and raw like this and Stella felt her clit throb against the pillow beneath her hips when Dana opened her eyes to look back at her.

“God, you look incredible,” Dana groaned as she continued her rhythm, her hands now travelling up to wipe away the sweat that had formed on the valley of Stella’s lower back. The blonde’s skin was glistening and her muscles seemed to vibrate under her skin with each thrust, her curls starting to stick to the slickness of her shoulder blades. Stella could only whimper in reply as she bit her bottom lip, her eyebrows knitting together as she concentrated on the way she could feel the all too familiar rise of her orgasm. Falling back onto one elbow, Stella quickly brought her hand down underneath her to reach between her legs, her fingers seeking and finding her swollen clit. The instant she began to touch herself her hips jolted forward, a spark shooting through her core. Dana watched how Stella’s arm worked beneath her, how the muscles in her forearm tensed as she rubbed fast circles on her clit. She grunted, grabbing Stella’s hips with a little more force as she pulled her own pelvis back, a sudden lack of pressure against her centre.

It had happened quickly, she had been lost in how mesmerising Stella looked when she touched herself. Dana hadn’t realised she had pulled back a little too far, pulling the dildo completely out of her until she went to slam her hips back and felt it slip between Stellas lips, hitting the pillow and Stella’s hand instead. Stella let out a whine as she stopped the rhythm against her clit, using the fingers against her centre to stroke the silicone, marvelling about how warm and wet the toy was. “Sorry, you were very distracting doing that,” Dana smirked as she saw Stella’s fingers rub the toy before she gave a thrust forwards, watching how it slid between Stella’s swollen labia and bumped against her clit.

“It’s okay,” Stella smiled as she observed Dana behind her. She looked amazing standing there, sweat covering her body and causing the material of her shirt to stick to her skin, her nipples now evident through the damp fabric.

Stella moaned as she rolled her hips from side to side softly, using the tip of the toy to give her clit some friction. Dana took a little downtime to catch her breath and give her muscles a break as she followed Stella’s lead, rocking gently against her, her own clit now steadily throbbing beneath the base of the toy. Dana’s eyes fell to how Stella’s hips rocked from side to side and how the muscles of her back rippled with every movement. Stella suspected that Dana could use a break because from experience she knew how much stamina it took to keep up a constant rhythm like she had. Even though Stella could have cursed when the toy had left her so suddenly, she knew there wasn’t any rush and Dana was still keeping her stimulated with the rock of her hips, letting her roll her clit across the toy. Licking her lips, Dana couldn’t help but reach forward, wrapping her arms under Stella’s stomach and pulling her upwards so she was now sitting up on her knees. Stella let go of the toy as she leaned back against Dana, grabbing Dana’s hands against her skin, trying to pull them closer even though that was impossible, but Dana dug her fingertips into her skin anyway.

Tilting her head to the side, Stella reached up with her free hand and wrapped it around Dana’s neck, pulling her towards her for a kiss, awkward at this angle but not any less passionate. Stella moaned into Dana’s lips when she felt a hot tongue slip into her mouth as the kiss deepened, Dana’s nails digging into the skin of her stomach again. Dana pulled Stella closer to her body so they were now flush and Stella’s eyes slipped closed when she felt Dana’s erect nipples graze across her back, hard enough to be felt even through the fabric of her shirt. The feeling sent a shiver down Stella’s spine, her thighs clenching a little even though they were too far spread apart to get any relief. Dana broke their kiss as her fingers intertwined with Stella’s fingers on her stomach before she guided them down, bringing Stella’s hand to her centre, using her own fingers to guide Stella’s to move once again against her clit. Stella moaned, her breath catching in her throat as she took Dana’s instruction and began a steady rhythm once again, the feeling of Dana’s fingers on her own only heightening the sensations. Dana licked up the beads of sweat gathered on Stella’s neck before she gave Stella’s jaw a nip, her lips mere centimetres away from her ear.

“Back on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you until you come.”

Stella all but felt her knees go weak at Dana’s breath against her ear as she spoke. Dana wasn’t normally so free of inhibitions in the bedroom, she only ever spoke this forward when she was incredibly aroused. The thought that Dana was so turned on just from being with her made Stella’s heart thump in her chest. Only she was lucky enough to see Dana so unhinged. Stella tilted her head once again to attack Dana with another kiss, giving Dana’s bottom lip a bite before she pulled away enough to look into her eyes. Stella removed both their hands from between her legs as she reached behind her to grab the tie around Dana’s neck and used it to pull Dana roughly against her, the redhead giving a huff as she crushed against Stella’s steady body. Stella gave another tug as her eyes bore straight into Dana’s.

“Make me come then.”

A growl rumbled in Dana’s throat at the challenge as she slammed her hips against Stella’s, which caused the blonde to groan. Dana’s hands reached up to grip Stella’s upper body and push her back down onto knees. Stella’s chest hit the bed with a huff since she didn’t have enough time to brace herself with her hands. Dana kept her hands firmly on Stella’s back, in the space between her waist and shoulder blades, keeping her pushed down to the bed as she gave another sharp thrust of her hips. A muffled “Dana!” slipped from Stella’s lips as she felt a sharp stab of arousal at Dana’s dominance, knowing that it was Dana’s way of challenging her back, of reaffirming to Stella that she had the control here and she could pin her down and fuck her senseless if that was what she chose. Dana eased the grip she had on Stella’s body once she was happy she had gotten her point across, her fingers trailing softly up her skin and back down to her hips. “So impatient,” Dana said as Stella lifted her head off the bed, looking back at Dana and feeling a smile coming to her lips at the way Dana smirked back at her.

Dana stepped back slightly, reaching for the bottle on the bed again to squeeze a little more lube into her hand before throwing the bottle back onto the bed. Stella continued to watch Dana stroke the dildo, covering it in more liquid to replace what had been lost during the slip up, as she rose back onto her elbows, using the time to get back into a comfortable position. Dana wiped her hand on the bedsheets quickly before she stepped closer, her hands falling to Stella’s hips again, her thumbs brushing the skin softly. “You can keep touching yourself, Stella.” Stella smiled as she balanced on one elbow, shifting her legs enough to slip her hand back to her centre. Dana gave her time to get back into the right position and she adjusted to allow her fingers to slide over her clit lazily, waiting for Dana to resume. Stella knew that her arousal was rippling under her skin and that it wouldn’t take her long once things got started again, only heightened by the way her name had sounded on Dana’s lips. When Dana was aroused her voice seemed to drop a few octaves and become warm and husky, something that had an immediate effect on her.

Stella rested her cheek onto the bed as she kept her eyes on Dana, watching as Dana looked down between them and gripped the base of the toy as she lined herself back up to Stella’s opening. The instant Stella felt the tip slip inside, she quickly thrust herself back, taking the whole length at once with a low moan. It was her way of telling Dana that she didn’t need to go slow again, that she needed it hard and fast. Biting her bottom lip, Dana’s head fell backwards again, the pressure against her centre once again sparking her arousal as she gripped Stella’s hips and began to thrust, not taking her long to pick the pace up again. The only sounds in the room were of their skin slapping together and wet noises coming from between Stella’s legs; the mixture of the lube and her arousal leaving her centre completely soaked. The erotic sounds were enough to cause both of their breathing to become rapid as they climbed higher to that peak they seeked so desperately. There was something so primal about the sounds that made Stella grip the bedsheets with her free hand, the fingers against her clit rubbing furiously, her toes curling and stretching each time the dildo stroked her g-spot. She was so close she could almost taste it.

Dana settled into a consistent rhythm, hard and fast, pulling Stella’s hips towards her each time she thrusted forward. Her eyes rested on Stella’s face, watching how Stella’s eyebrows were knitted together and her lips were parted, steady panting now coming from her mouth. Stella could feel the tingles start in her toes as her eyes shot open, meeting Dana’s gaze instantly, her eyes pleading with her not to stop. “I-I’m… so close!” Dana moaned in approval while her tongue slipped out to rest on her bottom lip and her nails dug into the supple flesh of Stella’s hips. Stella’s legs spread wider on the bed as she quickly pulled herself up onto one elbow, her fingers between her legs rapidly sliding over her swollen clit, desperately chasing that climax she was rushing towards. Stella could feel her inner walls flutter and pulse around the dildo as she let her head fall forwards, the blonde hair that wasn’t stuck to her sweaty skin tumbling down onto the bed.

“D-Dana-I’m coming!” Stella gave a loud moan as she felt her orgasm crash over her. Dana slowed down her thrusts and buried the dildo as far into Stella as she could. Rolling her hips slowly once she was flush against her she watched Stella’s body tense and shake beneath her, continuing to pant and whimper in a staccato rhythm. Stella felt her inner walls contract and spasm rhythmically around the toy inside of her, gripping it tightly with every delicious orgasmic contraction, her clit pulsing beneath her fingers as they still continued sliding over the swollen bud in an instinctive effort to prolong her pleasure as much as possible. Dana moaned as she began to slide slowly in and out, her eyes falling between their hips to watch the way the muscles of Stella’s entrance and ass continued to contract and flutter through her orgasm, wetness seeping out from around the toy. Stella rocked her hips softly for a few moments before she fell off her elbow, her body limp as she relaxed into the bed, a satisfied smile forming on her lips as she let her body revel in the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm, her fingers still lazily rolling around in circular motions on her clit and her insides still twitching occasionally.

Dana smiled as she took in how relaxed Stella was and she let her hands leave Stella’s hips to run up her back softly before she moved back down and pulled Stella’s ass cheeks apart so she could watch as she pulled her hips back. The dildo slid out with a wet pop and Stella’s arousal began to drip down from her entrance to her clit. “Fuck, Stella,” Dana chuckled slightly in her throat as Stella rumbled her agreement into the bed in a state of complete post-coital bliss. Dana saw how Stella’s breath began to even out before she removed the hand from between her legs and pulled herself up onto her elbows, looking over her shoulder at Dana with a smirk on her face.

“Yes you did.”

Chuckling, Dana ran her hands over Stella’s back, her thumbs rolling up her spine as Stella gave a content purr in her throat. Stella loved the way Dana was always so gentle with her after they used the strap on, knowing that it could be an intense feeling if things got a little rough. They hadn’t slipped into that sort of sex tonight, but Stella appreciated the care just the same. Once Dana had made her way up her back and then down again, Stella pulled the pillows away from under her hips and turned around, sitting up on her knees to face Dana on the edge of the bed. “Come here” Stella smiled as Dana closed the gap between them and Stella reached out to grip the edges of the shirt and hold Dana close as she looked into her eyes.

“Fuck that was so good, Dana.” Smirking, she leaned in and captured Dana’s lips in a kiss, the redhead smirking against them before she deepened the contact by slipping her tongue into Stella’s mouth. Stella held the shirt tightly and closed her eyes, feeling Dana’s hands rest on the space between her neck and shoulders, her thumbs rubbing softly over her skin. They kissed amorously for a while before a whimper from Dana’s lips caught Stella’s attention. When she pulled away she noticed that Dana’s cheeks were flushed and her lips were full from the contact of their kiss. Looking down between them, Stella saw Dana’s arousal coat the strap that was pulled tightly between her labia. She gave her another quick kiss, pulling Dana closer by her shirt, Stella still in awe with how attractive and sexy Dana was wearing her uniform like this, knowing that she would now be reminded of tonight whenever she had to wear it for work.

Stella let go of the shirt as she moved her hands down, trailing her fingers along Dana’s skin and watching how her stomach contracted from her touch, before they reached the toy strapped between Dana’s legs. She smiled as she heard Dana whimper in response, her hips bucking forward as Stella pushed the base of the toy against her centre, rubbing it against her clit. Dana gave Stella one more brush of her thumbs against her neck before she removed one hand and placed it on top of Stella’s, using it to guide Stella’s hand to pump up and down the dildo. Stella moaned at the sight of Dana using her hand and even though she knew rationally that the toy wasn’t real, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of arousal at the way Dana sped up, her hips desperately grinding and chasing the building arousal of the contact against her centre but unable to achieve any lasting relief. Sensing that Dana was getting slightly frustrated, Stella stopped the movement of her hand and reached to start unbuckling the straps on Dana’s hips.

“This needs to come off. I need to taste you. Right now.”

Dana smirked as she leaned forwards to give Stella a chaste kiss before she looked down, watching Stella slip the straps off her hips before Dana began to undo the straps secured around her thighs. Stella’s fingers rested on Dana’s hips as she helped steady her and shuffle out of the harness, letting it fall to the floor. Stella’s hands moved up Dana’s sides, pushing under the fabric of her shirt, as she helped Dana slide it off her body and threw it to the floor carelessly while Dana quickly removed the tie and let it drop to her feet. Stella’s hands stopped at her waist, leaning in so she could place soft kisses on the slick skin now exposed before her. Dana always tasted divine. There was just something so addictive about the mixture of her salty sweat and bitter aftertaste of her rose body wash that drove Stella mad. Dana gave a sigh as she ran her fingers through Stella’s hair, tangling them in her curls as she held her closer to her body, her hips twitching slightly with every kiss and tickle of Stella’s hair against her skin. Stella’s eyes flickered closed as she took in a deep breath, a smirk curling on her lips as Dana’s rich arousal filled her senses.

“God, Dana, you smell fucking incredible.”

Dana’s hips jutted forward as she moaned and gripped Stella’s hair a little tighter while Stella’s tongue slipped into her belly button to play with the gold ring. When Stella had discovered Dana’s piercing, it had instantly become something she was fascinated by and she quickly noticed how much Dana liked the attention she paid to it. Dana sucked in a sharp breath as Stella gave a tug of the ring, resting it now between her teeth. Stella gave it a kiss before she pulled away, Dana’s fingers loosening in her hair as she looked down at Stella with dark eyes. Dana’s hands fell to her sides as she watched Stella shimmy back onto the bed, laying in the middle with her head up towards the headboard. Normally Stella would have grabbed her and pulled her down to the bed when she wanted to go down on her, so Dana looked a little confused about what was happening as she bent down to remove the stilettos on her feet.

“No. Leave them on and come here.”

Dana’s eyebrows raised as she bit her bottom lip and climbed onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees towards Stella to straddle her stomach. The instant Dana sat astride her, Stella felt the warm wetness between Dana’s legs brush against her and she smirked, looking down as Dana wiggled, marvelling at the sight of Dana’s slick arousal now smearing across the skin of her stomach. Stella was always so amazed with how wet Dana could get and it only made the need to taste her grow stronger. Dana let her hands rest on Stella’s chest for balance, her thumbs brushing gently across her pert nipples, as she bit her lip, her hips rolling in a circular motion, taking advantage of Stella’s hipbone being in just the right position. Stella moaned as her hands came to rest on Dana’s thighs, her fingernails digging in slightly as she guided Dana’s movements, her gaze never leaving the redheads. The more Dana moved the more Stella felt a warmness cover the skin of her lower stomach and she bit her lower lip at the sensation. Moaning, Dana reached up with her hand to touch Stella’s lips, rubbing her index finger over her bottom lip, her breath hitching in her throat when Stella took her digit into her mouth, sucking softly. Dana’s eyes went dark as she watched Stella’s tongue swirl around the finger, circling it with the tip of her tongue before taking it back into her mouth, sucking again. Stella had a very talented mouth.

“Stella-” Dana started but paused, her breath hitching in her throat as Stella took her finger between her teeth, giving it a nip before she continued, her tone low and husky. “Stella, I want to ride your face. Right now.”

Stella watched Dana intently, the redhead’s eyes suddenly so intense that she felt trapped in her gaze. Stella gave her finger another suck before she let it slide out of her mouth with a pop. Stella’s insides were starting to burn with arousal again at Dana’s words. Dana didn’t get forward like this in the bedroom all the time so when she did it always caught Stella off guard in the best of ways. Licking her bottom lip, Stella searched Dana’s eyes before she dug her fingernails slightly into Dana’s supple hips.

“Do it then.”

Dana bit her bottom lip to stifle a whimper as she nodded, her eyes never leaving Stella’s as she got to her knees, her hands moving to frame Stella’s head, shuffling on her knees till she was sitting across Stella’s chest. Stella smiled as she tilted her head forward, the tip of her tongue just long enough to reach the trimmed patch of red curls with a lick, her hands tugging her hips to try and pull her closer. Dana took the hint and got back up and manoeuvred herself so her knees rested on either side of Stella’s head, the blonde now nestled between her legs, blue eyes looking up at her as her arms now moved to wrap around Dana’s thighs and pull her down. Stella let out a low rumble in her throat when Dana lowered herself, keeping most of her weight on her knees in order to keep from smothering her.

Dana’s scent filled her nose again and Stella smiled, holding her hips steady as she gave a firm lick with the flat of her tongue from Dana’s entrance to her clit, the redhead’s hips jutting forwards and her hands falling to her thighs to steady herself. Stella closed her eyes as she dipped into Dana’s entrance, marvelling at how much arousal instantly coated her tongue. Dana patiently let Stella explore as she closed her eyes, her head tilting back a little as her fingers dug into her own thighs. It was a slow torture and Stella enjoyed teasing her on purpose, avoiding the place she desperately sought for her release. Dana opened her eyes to look back down, a whine on her lips as she rocked her hips slightly and her entrance clenched around Stella’s tongue. Stella opened her eyes to look up at Dana, smirking against her as she pulled her tongue out of Dana’s entrance, giving her another lick, tilting her head back enough so she could speak. “Now who’s the impatient one?”

“Shut up,” Dana smirked as her hands moved to reach down, her fingers pushing Stella’s hair back and gripping it softly, her thumbs brushing against Stella’s forehead. Even though Stella could tease her all night she also knew that Dana had more than deserved her reward. Stella got the hint with Dana’s fingers in her hair and gave her clit a soft kiss before pulling away again giving her a nod. Dana licked at her bottom lip, her pupils dilating slightly with the surge of arousal shooting to her centre with Stella’s approval.

“Tap my leg twice if you need to breathe.”

Stella nodded again as she rested her hands flat on Dana’s thighs as Dana’s knees slid a little further apart on the bed, letting her centre rest flush against Stella’s face, a moan falling from her lips at the feeling of Stella’s wet lips against her swollen flesh. Stella closed her eyes, loving the feeling of Dana against her with her thighs resting against her cheeks while her lips sought purchase against Dana’s clit. Dana let out a low groan as Stella circled her clit with the tip of her tongue, keeping a consistent rhythm. Dana’s hips rocked slightly, involuntarily chasing the movements of Stella’s tongue. Feeling Dana start to move her hips elicited a moan from Stella, her lips wrapping around Dana’s clit and sucking it as Dana’s head fell forwards with a gasp. Her fingers gripped Stella’s hair tighter and she sank down a little further onto Stella’s face.

“God,” Dana groaned as she closed her eyes and pulled Stella’s face closer to her centre, her hips rolling in circles as Stella began to alternate between sucking her clit between her lips and rolling her tongue across it. Stella took a deep breath through her nose as she closed her eyes, focusing on how Dana’s hot centre felt against her face as Dana started to lose her restraint and the movement of her hips became more prominent. Dana bit her bottom lip as she arched her back, her hips rolling across Stella’s mouth while she started to lose herself in the feeling of Stella licking and sucking her with abandon. Stella could tell that Dana was still holding herself back, that she didn’t want to fully let herself go in fear of hurting her and Stella needed to reassure her that she was fine. She wanted Dana to do whatever she had to do to get herself off.

Moaning against Dana’s clit, Stella’s hands gripped her thighs, giving her a sharp tug downwards, Dana’s knees slipping further apart on the bed and putting more weight onto Stella’s face. “Oh fuck!” Dana squeaked, her fingers pulling tight against Stella’s scalp. The movement gave her the reassurance she was looking for and her hips started rocking fiercely against Stella’s mouth, pulling her head closer to where she needed her most. Stella parted her lips and laid her tongue flat against Dana’s clit, allowing Dana to set the pace and roll her hips against her tongue as she opened her eyes, looking up at Dana from between her legs. It was messy and rough, but Stella thought it was the hottest thing ever to see Dana riding her face with no inhibitions, her head tilted downwards and her breasts bouncing with every thrust of her hips, dark blue eyes watching her with a fierce and lustful gaze.

Dana took advantage of the position and kept Stella’s tongue close, angling her head to push further against her and cradling it in her hands to give her more friction as her hips sped up. On a grunt, Dana’s ankles kicked up involuntarily as she felt a familiar warmth begin to settle in the pit of her stomach while she rested on the balls of her knees to give herself more range of motion and set a faster rhythm. Stella could feel that Dana was close with how her clit throbbed under her tongue and the flood of arousal against her chin, getting slicker with every thrust of Dana’s hips but she could also feel a tightness in her chest with her body telling her she needed to breathe. But she would try to hold off until the last minute to give Dana every chance she could to stay in the rhythm that was obviously working for her. She was sure her chin was soaked. Dana shuffled her hips a little more forward, resting her stiletto covered feet on Stella’s chest, the heels digging into Stella’s skin. The only sounds in the room were wet sucking noises and Dana’s ragged breathing, becoming louder as she desperately chased her orgasm.

Dana’s movements were completely frantic now as she fucked herself against Stella’s face, losing all sense of precaution as she teetered on the edge, getting closer and closer to it with every rock on Stella’s tongue. Stella knew that Dana was close but the pressure in her chest was screaming at her to breathe and she couldn’t hold off a moment longer. Her eyes watched Dana before she gave two solid but quick taps on Dana’s thighs. Dana’s eyes instantly fell to Stella’s and she whined, using all her self restraint to stop her hips and pull herself up enough for Stella to take a large gasp of air. Dana’s thighs shook as her hips continued to gently rock in mid air, desperately seeking something to relieve the intense pulsing of her clit. She was so close, her orgasm right there, and she couldn’t stop herself from whining in her throat while she watched Stella take some deep breaths, filling her lungs with much needed oxygen. Every breath against Dana’s centre caused her toes to curl, teasing her in a way that kept her on that edge.

“Fuck Stella, please. I can’t hold on much longer,” Dana whimpered with her fingers tight in Stella’s hair, struggling to keep from pulling Stella’s face back to her centre and fucking her senseless. Stella took in one last deep breath before she licked her lips and nodded that she was ready again. Dana gave a groan of approval as one hand let go of Stella’s hair and quickly went down to her centre, pulling her labia apart to expose her clit before she lowered herself down, Stella’s lips instantly wrapping around her swollen bud. Keeping her hand there, Dana pulled the hood of her clit back for more direct contact while her other hand pulled Stella closer by her hair. Stella loved to see Dana so desperate, how she seemed to completely drown in her pleasure and lose all awareness of what was around her. Stella flattened her tongue again as Dana’s hips returned to their erratic movement, her entrance clamping down hard as Stella’s tongue now hit her exposed clit.

“Ugh. Don’t stop. Close,” Dana groaned and quickly returned both hands to Stella’s head, holding her against herself as she let her full weight sink down onto her face, her hips alternating between rocking back and forth and rolling in circles rapidly. Stella gave a hiss when she felt the stilettos dig into her chest again as Dana began to pant, her voice tumbling out in staccato whimpers. Stella buried her fingernails into Dana’s hips to hold her down, trying to prevent her erratic movements from hurting her because she knew Dana was too far gone to consider that right now. Though Stella had to admit that there were far worse ways to go than dying trapped between Dana’s thighs.

Stella opened her eyes to watch Dana as she gave a groan, seeing how Dana’s body moved rhythmically and how her skin glistened with sweat, muscles rippling under the surface of her skin. Her chest and cheeks were heavily flushed with arousal, lips parted, her tongue resting on her bottom lip and her eyebrows knitted together in concentration. Stella moved one hand from Dana’s thigh to slip behind her, sliding her fingers down between Dana’s asscheeks and gathering some of her wetness. Dana gave a moan before her eyes shot open when she felt Stella tease her ass. “Oh fuck!” Dana squealed as she sped up her movements, her eyes never leaving Stella’s gaze as her fingers gripped tightly onto Stella’s hair. Stella could feel Dana’s clit twitch beneath her tongue and a sloppy wet sound filling her ears from the amount of arousal now coating the lower half of her face. Stella let her fingertip slip inside of Dana’s ass and that was what made Dana break.

Dana groaned as she quickened her movements, a familiar tingle spreading from her toes and a warmth blooming in her centre before she quickly pumped her hips erratically against Stella’s waiting mouth, once, twice.

“I’m coming!”

Dana tensed for a second and Stella quickly wrapped her lips around her clit and gave a fierce suck which was enough to push Dana over the edge. Dana screamed out Stella’s name as she came and flung her head back, causing the hat to topple off her head and her sweaty red hair to fall down her back. Her orgasm crashed over her as her clit pulsed rhythmically in Stella’s mouth, her entrance clenching and contracting, spilling more arousal into Stella’s waiting mouth as her muscles gripped Stella’s finger tightly. Dana’s body bowed forwards slightly, her hips moving gently against Stella’s mouth, a soft mewl coming out of her mouth as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

Stella moaned with satisfaction as she now lapped at Dana’s clit, smirking when Dana twitched above her with a whimper. Dana looked down with a blissful smile, her fingers untangling from blonde hair as she went to pull herself up on her knees. Stella gave a grumble and held her hips in place, just letting her rise up enough to allow her to breathe and speak. Dana gave her a confused look as she rested her hands either side of Stella’s head, not quite sure that her body could keep itself up on its own. “Stella?”

“I’m not finished tasting you yet,” Stella stated, her voice husky and dry. Dana smirked as she lowered her hips a little more, sitting back up as she let her eyes fall closed, letting herself sink back into the feelings of Stella’s tongue against her centre. Reaching up, Dana gently brushed her fingers over her nipples, rolling them between her thumb and index fingers. The stimulation sent soft pulses to her clit and allowed her to linger in that delicious post-orgasmic plateau for a little bit longer. Stella swirled her tongue around her clit before she moved to her entrance, slipping her tongue inside, feeling Dana’s muscles clamp down on her instantly, a low moan falling from Dana’s lips as she collected the arousal on her tongue and swallowed every drop Dana would give her. Stella would never get enough of tasting her; she was like her own personal drug.

Once Stella was satisfied, she loosened her grip on Dana’s thighs and gently pulled her finger out of her as the redhead looked down and opened her eyes. Lifting herself off of Stella, she shuffled down until she straddled Stella’s hips and could rest her head on Stella’s chest while she got her breathing back under control. Stella wrapped her arms around Dana’s body and pulled her closer as she opened her legs, letting Dana slip down in between them so she could lie down against her. Stella licked her lips and gave another moan when she tasted the salty sweetness of Dana’s arousal on her lips. Lifting her head up, Dana rested her chin on Stella’s left breast and watched as Stella licked her glistening lips. Stella in turn saw how Dana was staring at her lips so intently, her eyes heavy lidded and content. Stella brought her fingers to her chin, wiping the wetness from her skin before she pulled them away enough to look at the sticky substance stretching between them.

Dana bit her bottom lip before she reached up to grab Stella’s wrist. Stella’s eyes fell back to Dana’s as she watched Dana bring her fingers to her mouth, licking them and sucking them, tasting herself on them. “Fuck” Stella whispered as she watched Dana suck on her fingers, observing how her tongue swirled around them to collect every bit of her own arousal. Stella loved it when Dana tasted herself. There was something so erotic about it and she could feel her clit begin to throb in response, once again seeking attention. Stella bit her bottom lip as Dana let go of her wrist, wiggling up until they were face to face before she leaned down and started to lick the skin around her lips and chin. Stella’s eyes fell shut as her hips jerked upwards, hitting Dana’s pelvis. Dana smirked as she continued to kiss and lick her face until she reached her lips and smashed them together in a sloppy kiss, all tongues and teeth. Pulling away, she felt Stella’s hips move beneath her in search of friction.

“You’re insatiable,” Dana chuckled, kissing along her jaw and sucking slightly on soft spots of skin, not hard enough to leave a mark.

“You love it,” Stella growled, her hands reaching up to Dana’s back, her nails gliding down her spine, leaving red marks in their wake. Dana moaned as she shifted slightly, moving her hand down to brush against Stella’s waxed centre. Stella’s legs fell open as Dana’s fingertips rubbed large circles over her clit before she dropped down to collect arousal on her fingers. Stella hissed slightly in response, her hips shifting away from Dana’s fingers.

Dana paused as she looked into Stella’s face. “Too sensitive?” It was a whisper as her fingers moved back up to her clit, rubbing lazily. Stella slowly became aware of an ache between her legs, a result of being fucked into oblivion. It was definitely a good ache, but it still caused her some discomfort. Stella arched her neck to capture Dana in another kiss, this time slower as her hips gently lifted up every time Dana caught her clit at the right angle. Pulling away from the kiss, Stella grabbed Dana’s ass and held it closer with a smirk.

“You fucked me raw, Dana.”

Dana giggled as she kissed her once more, a smirk still on both their lips. Dana pulled away from the kiss and raised her eyebrow, her eyes twinkling. “Well, you know, I read a theory that human saliva can be extremely beneficial for treatment of raw skin and contains analgesic properties…” Trailing off, Dana began to move down Stella’s body, Stella’s legs falling open wider as Dana settled between them with her fingers sprawled across Stella’s stomach. “…maybe I should test that theory?” Stella smirked as Dana leaned down and gently gave a firm lick from Stella’s ass to her clit, collecting the seeping arousal from her entrance. Moaning in her throat, Stella reached down to brush Dana’s hair out of her face as she watched her begin to eat her out, a blissful smile on her face.

“Ever my little scientist, aren’t you?”

#stella x scully #stella/scully #stella and scully #stella gibson #dana scully #txf #the x files #the fall #fanfiction #fanfic #my fanfiction #stellaxdanafic

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m0chisenpai · 4 years

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Warning: sexual themes, mentions of demons

Series: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Pairing: Amrbose Spellmen x demon!Reader

There was a time in Ambrose’s life during his home imprisonment where the loneliness drove him near insanity. Pair that with his sexual needs, the boy was bound to find any way to make him forget the passing times.

His fingers feverishly paged through the old book until his eyes found just wha he was looking for.

Incubi. Sex demons, that feed off the sexual energy of any being. They held no true form and can choose to shift freely as they please. They only appear if hungry. Beware as mortals have met their fatality due to spending many nights with a starving incubus

He quickly set up the candles and drew the symbol in the middle of his room reading the incantation from the spell book. As he spoke he felt the temperature in the room spiked and the candles blew out lighting back up with red hot flames.

From the symbol the most beautiful woman appeared before his eyes. The one thing that gave off her demon nature were the horns from her head and flicking tail that poked from her tail bone.

She wore a delicious leather red harness set and had painted red lips were fixed in a smirk as she stepped toward the warlock. Her tongue licked over her pearly fangs as she came to stand over him.

“Mmm, you called me just in time warlock.” her voice purred sending shivers down the mans spine. “I was just in need of a good feeding, and you will be providing me with a very much needed meal.”

With each word she slowly pushed the gaping man onto the bed while she straddled him grinding down into him.

“Do you prefer I look like this?” she then waved a hand over his eyes and now straddled a handsome man “or do you prefer this?”

“Hmm, the form you appeared in. Though this one I will look forward to another time.”

“Very well, and what will your pleasure be?”

“Surprise me pet.”

“Very well then, master.” She slide off the mans lap, and ran her hands down his robs top till they were at the ties pulling them loose. She took his cock into her hands rubbing it slowly and a pink ring surrounded the base.

“Just a little something you’ll come to enjoy.” She smirked taking a long kitten lick up the shaft

to the tip. She suckled the top humming around it hungrily and Ambrose swore for a moment he saw a mere glimpse of what heaven was. His hands gripped the sheets so tightly his knuckles must of turned white and head fell back as he did his best to hold his body up.

“Mmmm give it to me, I can feel you all built up master. Let it all out.” Her words vibrated around his cock and the man let out deep throaty moans and with one hard dug and hallowed cheeks she squeezed a orgasm out that made the warlock nearly shout.

She hummed slowly pulling her mouth off not letting a single drop spill, With hooded eyes he watched the smirking demon lay her chin on his lap. His cock did not soften but still stood tall and hard.

“You aren’t spent yet are you? That was merely a snack to get me started.”

He smirked looping his finger through her collar and yanked her up “don’t fret pet. I’ll take care of your little hunger.”

From that day on Amrbrose summoned the demoness nearly every night. The sex was something beyond his mind. She would take different shapes and forms both masculine, feminine, or doing a mixture. All which he thoroughly enjoyed and indulged himself in.

She even conjured up multiple versions of herself to perform orgies, or brought other sex demons to take the warlock man. She always added her own uniqueness never leaving the man unsatisfied once.

Tonight however something was different. It was a dark night, like always, and she appeared before him in her as he called true form. This time she wore a simple lace black teddy with matching sheer knee highs and a matching collar.

“Do you want me to change into anything particular master?”

“Ambrose, just Ambrose tonight. Please” his voice was already raspy. But it was thick with what she knew to be hurt. though she was not prone to feel, she began to lean and memorize human emotions. And this hurt was heavy in his face and in his voice.

She frowned slowly walking over to the warlock, and changed her attire into something more comfortable. She wore a large t-shirt over her body and kept the thigh highs on. He was lying across the bed on his back on the bed in his own red robe which she never knew she would grow fond of.

“Very well Ambrose.” She crawled over his body to rest in his side. His arm wrapped around and pulled her to lie on top of him and his free hand pulled the sheets over the two.

Sucubi and Incubi knew to fuck in any and every way possible. Hell they knew every single man made and supernatural pose for sex. They could go on for months if they had to.

But this? Y/N had no idea at all what to do. It was outside her nature to feel anything but lust. Typically afterwards she’d wipe the memories of her meals, but Amrbose was different.

She never realized she’d been coming to his home for two months now. And she definitely did not realize. She most certainly never realized how she could never fuck another mortal, demon, witch or warlock without picturing his face. None of them fulfilled her hunger like Ambrose did.

“You haven’t came in three days” Ambrose spoke up staring aimlessly up at the ceiling.

“I didn’t realize you were counting” Y/N began to count and memorize his heart beat “men, women, anything with a pulse remember me when they get a boner or need a way to get off. They never miss me.”

“I did. I know I shouldn’t your kind are forbidden any feeling less you wish to give up your demon status.” Ambrose closed his eyes “but some nights I just imagine you here in the morning rather than the evening. Your eyes in the sunlight are something I’d die to see for just a moment. Anything to bring me happiness in this dark prison.”

As he spoke his words grew softer and softer till finally his soft snores began to fill the quiet room. Unknown to him Y/N had whispered a small sleep spell to put the warlock to sleep. She looked to the window letting a soft sigh as she watched the sun just barely peak from the horizon.

Ambrose woke and like always Y/N was gone. He couldn’t bring himself to sit up and see what breakfast his aunt was beginning to cook. The two would definitely know something was off with the warlock and he knew his young cousin would instantly read his heartbroken face.

A knock on the door forced the warlock to sit up and feel around in his bed for his robe which he found to be gone. Instead he pulled a shirt over his body form the floor.

“It’s open aunty.”

The door creaked open and he felt his heart skip. Y/N walked in holding a tray of breakfast in her hands. Her horns no longer present on her head, and the air around her did not seem to seep it’s usual lust filled effects. She also wore Ambrose’s red robe which was a bit larger on the demoness.

“Good morning Ambrose.” She smiled setting the tray carefully on the bed.

“But - But you”

“Well while you were fast asleep you neglected to see I was called back to Hell. I broke one of my kinds most sacred rules.”

“Which was?”

“I fell in love.” she sighed shaking her head “damn you beings and your disgusting infectious feelings. Be lucky I have my power and immortality. I am just no longer welcome in Hell and my horns have been stripped, but I will not hesitate to curse your cock to never stand erect for a week.”

Ambrose shook his head letting out a soft laugh as he leaned forward ot press a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too Y/N.”

#ambrose spellman #ambrose spellman x reader #caos #Chilling Adventures of Sabrina #sabrina spellman #ambrose x reader

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adacarisi · 5 years

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Threesome with Sonny, Rafael and Reader???

WHAT A SCENARIO. Though it is one I’ve written before I delight in dallying in this particular form of debauchery. Just a note this takes place before Rafael’s exit from SVU and before Sonny’s promotion to ADA. (that’s my baby boy!) Anyway I hope you all enjoy, thank you for your continued support and patience. Please keep sending requests they’re inspiring me to write more and rekindling my love for these characters. That being said I hope you enjoy your nightly smut.

“All I’m sayin’ is that it’s been a while.” Sonny desperately tried to backtrack as his cheeks burned crimson in the well lit elevator of Hogan Place.

“Carisi, the last thing I want to hear about is your sex life…the last thing. Do you realize how long my list of ‘things I don’t want to hear about’ is?”

“I’m sorry Rafael– I mean Counselor, sorry.” Sonny stuttered as the shorter man rolled his eyes and huffed as the elevator signaled their arrival with a ding.

“What does Liv need?”

“Ah that case with the Parker boys…we think we’ve got a lead, but we need a–”

“Warrant. I’ll fill out one in my office and then I’ll call a judge. Come on, for a man with legs longer than Manhattan you certainly walk slow.”

Did Barba just comment on his legs? Sonny fought a grin as the two men walked past Carmen into Rafael’s office.

You had been waiting in your boyfriend’s office for over 30 minutes. Rafael was very late for your lunch date. The moment the office door opened you heard his voice along with another. When you looked up you saw Sonny Carisi, you’d heard his name before but you hadn’t expected him to be so…attractive. His eyes hit yours and he smiled before offering a hand to you.

“Hey, I’m Dominick Carisi but you can call me Sonny, most people do.”

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N, Rafael’s girlfriend.” You took his hand and noted how much bigger it was in comparison to yours.

“Really? I kinda thought he’d taken a vow of celibacy or somethin’ like that. Married only to the law.” Sonny joked as he released your hand.

“Carisi.” Rafael grumbled from behind his desk as he rifled through some papers.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, you do such great work, Rafael is very impressed with you and your commitment to both law and SVU.” You smiled as Rafael’s cheeks began to turn red.

“Really?” Sonny spoke softly, his blue eyes widening as he turned toward Rafael.

“Y/N, don’t we have lunch or something, anything?” Your boyfriend spoke reaching for his coat as he rounded his desk.

“We do. Sonny are you hungry?” You asked as Rafael handed a thick file over to Sonny.

“I could eat, if that’s okay with you Counselor.” Sonny lit up as Rafael closed his eyes tightly before nodding curtly.

The rest of the afternoon was pleasant, you didn’t mind sitting back while Rafael and Sonny discussed case after case, arguing with one another and even occasionally agreeing with one another. You’d known for a while that Rafael was bisexual, he’d told you a few weeks after you’d started dating. The two of you were very open with each other from the beginning. You’d both been burned badly in previous relationships, and you’d decided that this time you’d tell each other everything, no matter how mundane it seemed.

The way you had fallen into synch with one another was nearly seamless. You shared many opinions and philosophies. Your bodies reacted to one another’s as if they’d only been designed for the others. You had discussed marriage at length and had decided that when the time was right you’d tie the knot. You were all but engaged. The only thing holding Rafael up was the ring. He couldn’t find the perfect ring. And it had to be perfect, just as perfect as you.

Rafael would never tell you just how deeply he revered you, he worshiped you. Every part of you was precious from your words to your actions, the hum of your voice and the slight grasp of your hand on his chest as you slept. For all the honesty in your relationship he couldn’t bring himself to describe just how completely consumed he was by you. Your name never left his mind no matter how chaotic his day. He’d found himself deep in thought one night as you slept. Rafael realized then and there that there was only you, and he would follow you where ever you led. He discovered that he’d give away anything, do anything, for you. He was so in love with you, and he would be for the rest of his life.

When the two of you returned home he fell onto your bed with a heavy sigh.

“You had a good time, I know you did.”

“Mmmm.”

“He’s handsome don’t you think?” You fell onto the bed next to him and kissed his shoulder.

“Who?”

“Sonny.”

“Mmmm.” Rafael didn’t attach a negative or positive note to his mumble but you continued nonetheless.

“I know you’ve thought about it. And I was thinking…before we get married…let’s ask him to join us.”

“Y/N…” His tone was hesitant as he turned to face you.

“We don’t have to Rafael, I just thought you might want to, before…”

“Would you be okay with that? Seeing me with him?” Rafael’s brow rose and you could see his love for you deeply written into his handsome features.

“I trust you Raf. I love you. It’s always going to be you. You know that right?”

“Of course. I…I think we should ask him.”

“Really?” You smiled and gently laid your chin on his chest.

“Yeah…yeah.” Rafael said more sure the second time than the first.

The two of you began making plans on how to invite Sonny Carisi into your bed sooner rather than later. Rafael had some anxiety about continuing to work with Carisi afterwards but he couldn’t deny that he’d found himself nearly hard on multiple occasions after hearing Sonny Carisi call him counselor over and over in a heated argument.

Two weeks later Rafael asked Sonny to join the two of you for drinks at Forlini’s after work. As much as you loved Felix, the resident bartender, you frequented Forlini’s too much to have him overhear the two of you asking Sonny to fuck the both of you for a night. So instead of taking a seat at the bar you elected for one of the larger booths towards the front of the bar portion of the restaurant. You walked to the bar and ordered for you and Rafael, chatting briefly and nonchalantly with Felix before returning to the booth with your drinks.

Rafael swirled his scotch in his glass a few times before taking a deep sip with his eyes fixed on the front door.

“Nervous?”

“A bit.” Rafael chuckled and offered you a slight smile before reaching for your hand across the table.

“Just say the word and we’ll call the whole thing off.” You reassured him with a soft smile of your own.

Rafael nodded and squeezed your hand before taking another sip of his scotch. The bar door squeaked open and Sonny Carisi shuffled in, looking towards the back of the bar where your boyfriend usually sat before finally seeing the two of you in the corner nearest to him.

“You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had. A perp dropped a flash drive into a sewer and guess who got to go in after it.” Carisi fell into the booth beside you with a sigh before looking expectantly at Rafael.

“That would explain the smell then.” Rafael raised his eyebrows before taking a swig of his amber colored drink.

“No…no, I showered at the station.” Sonny sniffed towards his shoulder and chest wrinkling his brow in concern.

“You smell good to me Sonny. Is that Sauvage?” You spoke leaning closer to the blonde to your left.

“Yeah, my ma got it for me last Christmas, I keep it at the station just in case.” Sonny smiled but appeared a bit confused at your compliment.

The three of you fell into an easy conversation about cologne at first and then childhood Christmas presents before ultimately arriving at the first climax of the evening. The three of you had just finishing laughing at something Rafael said and Sonny had finally ordered and finished his own drink.

“Rafael and I wanted to ask you something Sonny.” You spoke while maintaining eye contact with Rafael to ensure that this was something he still wanted.

Rafael’s eyes darkened and he gave you a look you’d describe as one filled with lust and desire.

“You guys need me to water your plants or somethin’?” Sonny looked back and forth between you and Rafael eyes wide and innocent before turning his head and settling his gaze on you.

“Not quite, we’d like…we’ve talked quite a bit about–and well, we’d like you to–” You started and stopped a few times the pure look in Sonny Carisi’s eyes giving you pause more than once.

“We want to fuck you Carisi.” Rafael spoke in a low, deep register his eyes flicking from yours to Sonny’s.

Sonny’s face turned beet red in a matter of seconds, roasting under the fever of Rafael’s piercing gaze.

“You can say no and there are no hurt feelings, but I’ve seen the way you look at me…and her. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you watching me in court, your eyes fixed on the front of my pants.” Rafael smirked as he spoke his eyes heavily lidded and features darkened.

“You want me to…”

“Fuck us. Fuck me, fuck her.” Rafael asserted the grip on his glass tightening in an attempt to channel his physical desire into something other than his cock.

Sonny turned towards you and gave you an uncertain almost disbelieving look.

“I want you Dominick. We both do.” You practically purred, panties already wet from listening to the conversation at hand.

“How would, who would be doing what?” He looked almost bashful and his blush spread down his neck.

“Whatever feels good for all of us. I for starters, want to see that loud mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.” Rafael lowered his voice but you still took a sharp inhale at the lewdness of both his voice and his tone.

“For starters? You’ve thought about this?” Sonny cleared his throat his eyes unable to shift from Rafael’s green ones.

“We both have, for weeks.” You moved your hand to Sonny’s warm and thick thigh, careful to avoid encroaching too far into his personal space before he’d clearly verbally consented.

“Fuck…” The greying blonde practically groaned, his own eyes darkening. Sonny’s cock had finally overcome the shock of the conversation and was starting to swell.

“All you have to do is say yes and the three of us will walk out of here right now and go back to our place. You can say no anytime, if you change your mind, if any of us change our mind, everything stops.”

“Yes. I…yes.”

“Good. I’ll get a cab.” Rafael slid out of the booth and placed two twenties on the bar before walking out the front door.

It took you a second to catch your breath and you had a feeling Sonny was doing the same next to you.

“Are you sure?” You asked Sonny moving your hand from his thigh to grasp his large hand.

Sonny rotated his hand so he could fully hold yours and he smiled.

“I’ve never been more sure about anythin’.”

“Good. Now let’s get going, we don’t want to keep him waiting.”

“What’s he gonna do? Punish us?” Sonny joked shifting out of the booth while maintaining his grip on your hand.

“Oh yes. But I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

“What’s that?”

“Sometimes I like the punishments most.” You grinned and dropped Sonny’s hand, swaying your hips slightly as you pushed open the front door and exited the warmth of the bar, the crisp night air of New York City promising you a night to remember.

TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!

#law and order svu #rafael barba x reader #reader x sonny carisi #rafael barba #sonny carisi #adacarisi #Peter Scanavino #Raul Esparza #svu #a little smutty

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il-papa-patata · 3 years

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Do You Need Me?

Secondo tries to rest after a long day, but can’t stop thinking of his lover and his new baby brother.

Domestic fluff, Secondo x Dionysia (OC), Baby Terzo, pretend parenthood, brotherly affection, big age gap between II and III, I is II and II’s father, Ghost is Ghosts AU

Rated T for sexuality

Cut for space

He stands from his desk, setting his hands on his lower back and stretching with a great groan. It must be around midnight – the candles are nearly burnt out, but the work is done, and that was all that mattered.

He snuffs the candles, shuts away his work inside his desk drawers, takes along his teacup to rinse for tomorrow.

It was the busy season, that's all. And he's glad for the work. But he would really prefer if it didn't take until midnight – he's a workhorse, but this was pushing it. Even his father had commented, lean and resplendent in his new retirement, that it seemed like too much.

But the worst of it was not seeing Nysie. Her whole days were filled – countless appointments with legions of demons – and it wasn't as though he really wanted to interrupt. And his new brother – Francesco; he hasn't seen Francesco since he was born, it feels like.

He could go down to the nursery and stroke his baby brother's hair, sing a soft song- but no, it could wait. He could go down to Nysie's room, find some comfort, some relief in her skin.

But no, he tells himself, you need to rest.

So he passes the nursery. Passes the House of Lust, its never-quiet halls.

He finds his apartment even in the dark. He would know it by heart, the room he's inhabited since he was a babe himself, nearly ninety years.

He sighs.

When it eases up, he would take Nysie out on a vacation. Tuscany. Perhaps even the ancestral estate, down in Sicily. He would take Francesco along, play at parenthood with Nysie, show her a little bit of what she'd always wanted but that he could never give.

It's just right now the work seems endless and without relief.

He sighs again, grumbling. He'd have to make time to talk to Judith and get some sort of spar in, work off this tension, this creeping fury. Maybe if she hit him enough it would feel better.

He opens the door, stepping into the small hallway. They are not immodestly sized rooms – nothing like his grandfather's extensive apartments: Nihil had a fondness for more in all its forms – but there's enough space for someone of his breadth and height.

He sets his teacup in the kitchen, pulling off his cassock, his waistcoat, undoing the throat of his shirt and rucking up his sleeves. When his arms are exposed, he flexes his hands into fists, watching the firm muscles shift beneath his skin. The tension would leave or be worked off. He knows that Petra would reprimand him later what with her slow and gentle dedication to Sloth. “Rest is rest-orative,” she would say.

He washes his face in the kitchen sink, uncaring if he removed all of his paint, just that it was off. The scratch of his bristly hair annoys him as he scrubs black out – he'd have to shave it in the morning, and even that was too much to ask from him, schedule as packed as it is. The idea just irritates him more. He's about to go out into the courtyard and start throwing things.

But it was not a particular good use of Wrath. Even Asmodeus, who tended to be a bit rasher than him, would call it unnecessary. He dries his face on the kitchen towel – groans at the smear of gray he leaves behind – another annoyance. Would he really lay in bed tonight consumed with this? Would this just be life for the next couple weeks?

He scrubs harder. It's already ruined. At least let him not ruin his bedlinen.

He strips completely. He could sleep in his shirt but something about the touch of linen would infuriate him tonight. He's not even sure he wants his bedsheets, or his blankets, or his pillows.

What he really wants is Nysie. Nysie calmed him. She would touch him and this irritation would disappear, she would ask softly if he'd help her please herself, he would lose himself in that. Lose himself at the gentle fingertips against his scalp, the sweet kisses she'd press to his lips and cheeks, all the ways she could touch him without it turning to curdling fear.

But she's just as busy as him. None the least with acting as nursemaid for Francesco – Checco's other father, the one who birthed him, apparently had declined to be the one to feed him. Unlike Domenico, his own father. So it was convenient to have her make a small pact with a currently-nursing demon, being part of the family already and always nearby. She was happy to do it – she had always wanted to be a mother – and it had even made her more popular with the bands of demons that came through her bedroom.

Although she'd always been popular with them. He understands why; if he was how other men were, if he could look at her, at anyone, with lust, he would be lost in her completely. She was just – what a visiting Catholic once described as “unlasciviously sensual”. So sweet-natured and warm-hearted that sex became an almost pure thing with her, with how enraptured she seemed, how every partner was given her full attention and love for that particular romp.

He's told her over and over that she doesn't have to stick with him. That if she wanted to have a child or have a family with someone else, someone who didn't crumble at the idea of being touched, she should. But she would always smile and pinch at his nose and tell him she didn't want anyone else.

He's embarrassed to admit it, but seeing her with Francesco in her arms – his already-beloved baby brother with the love of his life, the light of his soul –

It was just too much.

He wanted – he tried – to give an heir to the lineage. And he tried to have the heir with Nysie. But he just-

He still thinks of the bruises he left on her wrist. She would have let go at any word but no words could come out when he felt- for the first time- blind fear when she touched him. He grabbed- pulled. And she had went, lips parting, eyes wincing in pain. He'd begged her to stop, please-

She had, of course. She was terrified she'd hurt him. She hadn't, but something had, and he didn't want to look too close at it for fear of bringing back that choking terror.

So when time came on – his father was the one to have another child.

But for moments- well, he can pretend he wasn't afraid, and that he and Nysie – beloved Nysie – had had a child, and that they were both wonderful. He can cradle his brother to his chest and coo lullabyes, spin with him until he giggles. He'd been the one to anoint his brother, to welcome him into the fold. At times it was too much. His heart would burst.

He smooths his hands over his face, sighing.

It would be a bit longer until he saw them. This work would get done. Then he would see them. Then he would see them.

He comes into his bedroom and casts the clothing aside, rubbing his face more, working out a small headache that decided to take up residence in his temples. He drifts to the bed – with its comfortable velvet curtains hung up now that it was getting cooler – and-

He startles when he puts his knee down because someone is in the bed-

Oh.

It's a smaller form. Curled around a tiny baby.

The tension dissipates immediately.

Nysie sleeps soundly, Francesco held close into her chest, carefully placed. Her pale hair is loose along his pillows, her face relaxed in sleep. Francesco sleeps easy, his stubby hand pressed against her arm.

The anger evaporates, boils up into steam that condensates back into a burning in his nose, just the edge of tears.

He kneels on the bed, gently shakes Nysie's shoulder.

“Mm?” she groans, twisting to face him. “Mm, hi.”

“Hi,” he murmurs, unable to keep the fondness out of his voice, “How long have you been here?”

“Mmmm, a few hours? Francesco couldn't sleep and I-” she casts her eyes down, “Missed you.”

He pulls up the covers, sliding in behind her, her back to his front. Wraps his arms around her waist. She giggles softly, stroking his forearm gently.

“I missed you too,” he murmurs behind her ear. She shivers and ducks her head, exposing a delicate nape that he bites at.

She shrugs back into him, nuzzling up against him. He dutifully kisses that exposed neck, the lean shoulders.

“I thought you'd work all night,” she murmurs.

“If they made me work all night,” he growls, nipping her earlobe, hands wandering to her belly, “I might just defenestrate someone.”

She giggles again, nuzzling into the pillows as he strokes her belly, her thigh – lifts the hem of her nightshift.

“Do you need me?” he murmurs.

She sighs a pleased note at his fingertips over the crease of her thigh. “Mm,” she sighs, “I'd like to...”

“But?”

“But I would feel bad handing off Francesco in the middle of the night just so we could have some privacy.”

“Give him to Luciano,” he snarls against her shoulder, both his hands up her nightshift, stroking her soft skin, “Man doesn't take his own child enough for my tastes.”

She giggles, fading into a moan the more he touches her, “I think Nico was an exception rather than a rule.”

“Maybe so. But even still.”

She shimmies against his hands, sighing softly. He retreats, resettling the hem of her nightshift.

“I would love for you to lay me out and have me in the middle of the night like a secret treat,” she says, gently stroking Francesco's downy hair, “But I'd just be thinking of this little one.”

“Mm,” he hums, swallowing against the aching warmth underneath his ribs.

Francesco stirs, pressing himself into Nysie's chest and nuzzling gently.

“Ah, speak of the devil,” she murmurs, shifting onto her back and pulling Checco over her, pulling her nightshift down to let him feed.

He marvels, places his hand on Nysie's stomach, props himself on his elbow.

He think to ask many things – does that feel good? Does Francesco eat often? Is she tired? – but he says nothing, instead just watching the muscles of his baby brother's jaw move, watching the gentle smile that passes onto his love's face.

“Berto,” Nysie says, after a moment, “Umberto.”

“Mm?”

“You're staring.”

“Oh.” He leans close, nestling his chin against her shoulder, watching his brother eat. “Sorry. Just curious.”

Her hand comes to his head, brushing her thumb against the brief swath of hair, stroking evenly.

“You can drink too,” she giggles, “If you're so interested.”

His face fills with heat. “No, that's-”

She giggles again, kissing his forehead. “Blushy Bertino,” she sing-songs.

He scowls up at her, but the grin doesn't fade.

He swallows.

Shakes his head, softly.

“Another time. When I can enjoy it.”

Her eyebrows raise, but a smile melts onto her face. “Hm,” she hums, sidling up along him, tucking herself against him. “Once work slows down?”

“I was thinking of a vacation,” he murmurs, rubbing out the heat of his cheeks into her shoulder, “Visit the ancestral seat.”

“I'd like that,” she murmurs, the two of them watching Francesco eat.

“You never came with us when we were younger, did you?”

She shakes her head, yawning.

“It's nice,” he mumbles, catching her yawn. It's been a long day already, and tomorrow would only bring more. But there was this promise now – this promise of their holiday, of just him and her and perhaps Francesco, time to relax.

They'd sleep in. They'd have a lazy, late breakfast every day. They'd walk the gardens of the estate, visit the local town, take a nap if they got sleepy, stay up late into the night, talking like they were children again. She would run ahead of him in the road and turn back, smiling her broad smile, unchanged by time and death, and hold her arms out for him to pick her up and spin her.

He would be with her for a little while.

He drags his hand up to her waist, quietly humming against her skin, her familiar skin.

Funny how just that made all this bearable.

His eyes slip closed, his whole body sagging into the soft warmth of her.

Tomorrow the world would start anew. But for tonight, he's comfortable beside her.

It's all he needs.

#papa ii #Papa Emeritus II #patata fic #Primo died at 63 and had umberto posthumously at 102 and terzo posthumously at 189 #secondo is therefore 87 when terzo is born but died at 52 so is stuck at that age #dionysia also 87 but died earlier at 45 #nihil is already 255 when terzo is born #also primo is 100% gay in m mind so both secondo and terzo have other fathers - transmascs who were fine with getting pregnant

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vesuviannights · 5 years

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Hi~ I just found your blog and I love it! Could I request Valerius x trans!reader (ftm) (if you're comfortable) using prompt #12 ( “you’re so hugging my cock so nicely, i don’t want to move just yet.” ) thank you if you do!!

Hello my wonderful anon 🖤 I hope you are still around, and I’m sorry that I didn’t get this to you as soon as I wanted. I always talk about wanting to create content for all types of people, and I wanted to be absolutely certain that what I was giving in this situation was not only fabulously hot, but also fabulously respectful and accurate.

I chose to write this with a ftm trans reader (top surgery, not bottom, male pronouns) in mind, and I hope this is what you were after. For the penetration parts, I have not specifically referred to a front or back hole, so you can enjoy yourself and imagine either!

I’m a little nervous and truly do hope that it is enjoyed by all, because I most certainly enjoyed writing it.

Valerius/You. Trans!reader (ftm). Lemon.

After using you as a cockwarmer for hours and ignoring every attempt you made to convince him otherwise, Valerius finally gives his good boy the reward you deserve. Lots of verbal praise and worship, while still containing the standard filthy level of dirty talk you would expect from me.

“Mmmm, you’re hugging my cock so nicely, little one. So warm and wet around me. Have you always been so perfect, such a good boy?”

Valerius sighs into your neck, a long and drawn out sound that seeps into the end of every nerve in your body, that you can just barely hear shaking in its last few moments—or perhaps that is just your wishful thinking.

You keen, so quietly, at the feel of being stretched around the base of his cock, at it being seated so completely inside of you. You want so desperately for him to move, and you have been begging in every way you know without your words—shifting your hips, squeezing his cock, letting out soft little mewls—but he has refused you each and every time.

And this time is no different. He smiles into your neck and releases another content sigh at your frustration. His lips are a little cracked from the warm day, dragging along your pulse as he begins yet another trail along the underside of your jaw while he speaks to you.

“Such a good pet who deserves all the pleasure I can give him…but I don’t want to move just yet.”

He is merciful, though, and he seems to know that you are growing restless and you need something to placate you. He drags his fingertips through your hair as you lean back against his chest, then flattens his palms and smooths them down over your neck, your shoulders, your scarred chest and down still, taking in every inch of your warmth.

You reach back, slow and unsure, to slide your fingers into his hair. He tenses against you, always so particular about his hair, but it is something he has grown to love you doing, especially when you are pulling just enough to guide him when he fucks you with his mouth and tongue, or when you are tugging softly to tell him without words yes, or thank you, or I love you.

You feel him twitch inside of you, reminding you of the frustrating stretch of him and the even more maddening knowledge of his resolve, that he hasn’t fucked you in all the time he has been inside of you despite every one of your best efforts.

Though perhaps you hadn’t truly been putting in your best efforts, enjoying the torture of it just a fraction more than the frustration. He has held you like this, been buried completely inside of you for so long, hours maybe, while he has worked and held you and sighed into your neck. You could never quite tell which you enjoyed the more—the euphoria of your release exactly when you want it, or the warmth that flushed your entire body when he called you his good boy for doing exactly as he asked and making him so happy.

“Do you want me to move, little one?”

You feel him smile into your shoulder, or maybe it’s finally one of his trademark smirks finally breaking through. You whine in response, and it is a little brattier and far more desperate than you had intended.

There can never be another one for me quite as glorious as you, he had murmured to you when he had first nudged the head of his cock against you, when he had asked to be warmed by you while he read his papers for the evening.

He had promised to reward you, call you his good pet, his good boy, praise you for your warmth and marvel at your body, but now—so many hours later, twitching and shuddering around him and only wanting him to move—you are struggling to see the light at the end of that tunnel.

Every kiss, every brush of his fingertips, feels like an electric shock of white-hot need jolting through you. He has a map to your body—every proud and wondrous inch of it—ingrained in his fingertips, to be used only at his whim and pleasure.

With that map, he could very well drag out your frustration and torture until dawn breaks the city—and by gods if you weren’t a desperate, pathetic mess in his hands who would very much let him.

“Well?” He asks. A familiar edge has lilted his voice, one that makes something inside of you stir, the part that recognises his different tones and the promises they bring. “Shall I move, little one? Have you been a good boy?”

You nod, and he shifts beneath you, giving you the first iota of movement in so long; you swallow a whimper, but that only stirs something inside of him.

“Don’t ever hide from me,” he murmurs quietly into your shoulder. “No sounds, no sighs, no words. All of you is mine, a gift I will take and devour without question, understood?”

You nod again, he lifts his head to press his nose into your hair.

And then he begins moving.

It is so slow at first so as not to startle you, to make sure you are still adjusted around him, slick and ready to stretch and squeeze his cock. His hands are on your hips, steadying you, holding you there so he can thrust in and out at a slow, intimate pace. Every thrust comes with a groan, a murmur of your name, something to tell you how good it feels.

“Do need more of me, more of my cock?” He croons to you. “I want you to take all of it, I need to fuck every inch of your insides until you are screaming out for the entire city to hear.”

You think you answer him—something definitely falls from your lips, a whisper, a babble, a plea—but it must not be the right thing because suddenly he is shifting you, pulling out of you despite your whining protests.

You feel almost painfully empty after warming his cock for so long, but he moves you quickly to lay back down along the bed, murmuring for you to be patient, giving reassurances that he will fill you with his glorious cock once again if only you wait a moment longer.

From his position above you, strands of his braid coming loose as it falls over his shoulder, he looks you over. You are a wondrous gift spread out below him, your cheeks flush with your arousal, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you run your hands down your chest. His lips crook as he follows the action, giving you a smile no one but you has ever been allowed to see—all the way to his eyes, a true smile without a hint of malice or disgust.

“You made it so hard for me,” he tells you, tilting his head to watch the uneven rise and fall of your chest. “So wondrous, hugging my cock so nicely while I worked, keeping it warm just the way I like, tempting me to fuck you every time you squeezed around me. I want to reward you for being so good, and yet punish you for being so tempting. Which do you think you deserve, little one?”

You swallow, your words catching in your throat for a few seconds before you answer.

“I want you to fuck me,” you say. It’s another whine, one you don’t bother to disguise. Valerius lifts an eyebrow at you.

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

“I deserve to be fucked!” Your fists bunch the sheets as you say it, pressing your hips up toward where his cock is bobbing between you. “I was a good boy, a good pet, I warmed your cock for so long and I didn’t move once. Please! Please fuck me, reward me for being good!”

Seeming satisfied with your words, he shifts forward and reaches down to between your legs, just his fingertips and with barely-there brushes exactly where you want him. His cock—hot, twitching, shining with the mess of you both and the lubricant he had applied—lays against your inner thigh, and he thrusts lazily against it as he leans over your body and kisses you.

“I do so love it when you use your words,” he murmurs against your lips. “I think it is definitely time for your reward.”

And then he is pushing back into you, swallowing every moan and sigh as he begins to fuck you, groaning as you squeeze and contract around him, as the hardness of his body moves and sinks into yours

“My love,” he groans into your neck, a shaking edge to his voice. “My little one, my good boy—will you moan for me? Will you scream? Do you want to squeeze and milk my cock with that tight, wet little hole? Earn it, you must earn it, let me hear you scream my name for all to hear.”

And the door is open, and perhaps even if you weren’t insane with lust and from your need to come, and perhaps even if he wasn’t fucking you to within an inch of your life and making you delirious every time the head of his cock hit that perfect spot…perhaps you still would have done it.

“AH! Val—Valerius—FUCK—”

“Tell me how good it feels, little one. Tell me how much you love me fucking that tight little hole.”

You do.

“Scream for me.”

Oh, you do.

He croons to you, pushing your hair back from your face as he does. “What a good boy I have pinned and writhing beneath me. Now…let’s give you your final reward.”

He drops his hips, the angle of his cock changing, the head of him dragging along your insides in long, slow pulls that make you feel like you could sob. His hand moves down to find you between your legs, moving in sure and certain touches, his lips whispering praises into your ear as he works you to your orgasm.

And when you come, you feel already so exhausted, and it crashes over you in shivering waves, your eyes closed, Valerius taking your bottom lip between his teeth to suckle gently.

You moan his name like a mantra, your tongue rolling over and over until it’s barely a whisper, until you barely have the breath to give it and you must stop, because you know if forced to choose between breathing and whispering his name, you would not survive the hour.

He pulls out of you when you settle beneath him, your muscles melting back into the lounge, your lids heavy in your daze. His eyes are dark and raking you over as he takes himself in his hand, grunting softly as he fucks it and fucks it until he is coming all over it in jerking movements that stiffen his jaw and rattle his entire body. Some of his seed spills out of his hand and onto your stomach and you moan softly at the sight, still too greedy for any mark of his to be on your body, even in such a sated state.

Exhaling in a long, shaking breath, Valerius drops back to his hands and knees, covering you with his body while he nuzzles into your neck.

“I’m so proud of you,” he tells you. His voice is that wonderful, soft caress he always prefers to give you after he has been mean to you, or after he has made you really earn your reward. “But I think you almost did your job too well as my cockwarmer.”

You smile and stretch out beneath him at the praise. He nips at your earlobe before pushing himself back and onto his feet. After wiping his hand on his robe he slips it into yours, taking the other to your hip, and helps you to your feet.

“Are you ready for bed?” He asks. You shake your head, and he takes the chance to capture your chin between his fingers, his gaze tracing the curve of your lips as he smirks. “Excellent. I’ll draw us a bath to clean you up,” he pauses, seemingly for dramatic effect, then gives you a look that has you shaking. “Then we can discuss my plans for you in our bedroom. Perhaps a good few hours of orgasm denial will finally sate my need for you.”

And then he sweeps you toward the bath, your half-hearted protests and full-hearted moans lost to the sounds of the water crashing as it fills the tub.

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rheyninwrites · 5 years

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The Drive Home

Modern Arthur Morgan AU

18+ Smut

Arthur sat in his truck, his hard cock straining against his pants, making it uncomfortable and damn near impossible to drive. He’d been thinking about you all afternoon. Your plump, pink lips, the softness of your skin. Your breasts, warm and inviting. The way you sometimes laughed as he was fucking you, soft and breathy, reminding him of how happy you were to be with him. The way your hand felt wrapped around him, stroking him, while you flicked your tongue lightly against his tip. You, twirling your tongue around the rim of his head before taking him into your mouth . . . .

He groaned, having to adjust himself again as the light turned green. It was going to be a long damn drive home, if he couldn’t do something about his wandering thoughts. Why the hell were you running through his head like this, like you had when you were first dating? You’d been together three years now, living together, as good as married, though he still hadn’t thought of a good way to propose yet. He still loved you the way he had back then, still wanted you as much, but since you’d started living together it was . . . calmer. He didn’t feel the need to strip you naked and throw you on the bed the second he saw you anymore, not really. It was much nicer to build it up through the afternoon, soft touches and lingering kisses, or to just strip comfortably after one of you gave the other that particular look. Gone were the days when he’d drive across town at three in the morning to fuck you because he’d had the sexiest dream about you, even if he had work in the morning. Now, he could just roll over and slip his hand under your shirt, if you’d bothered to wear one at all.

Yet here he was, rock hard and dying to get between your legs. What had gotten into him? What the hell were you going to think when he came home, practically ripping your clothes off before he got the door closed behind him. Normally you were up for just about anything, but, shit, what if someone was over? The last thing he needed was to have to cover his hard-on as he walked through his own damn house. Maybe he should give you a call to make sure you were alone? Then, a wicked idea gripped him. He smiled to himself mischievously, then pushed a few buttons on the steering wheel. Soon, your phone was ringing.

“Hello?”

God, even the sound of your voice was turning him on right now.

“Hey, sweetheart. What you doing?”

“Just hanging out a home.”

“You there alone?” He tried to sound casual, apparently failing miserably. You sounded awfully suspicious when you answered.

“Yeah? Why?”

“Because, darlin’, I been thinking about you all afternoon.” He was using the deep, gravelly voice he often used when he was trying to get you in the mood. “I ain’t been able to get you out of my head.

“Oh yeah?” You lowered your tone, matching his with your own sultry voice. You could play this game, if that’s what he wanted “Anything about me in particular?” You asked, feigning innocence.

He groaned, the sound of your voice shooting through his body like a bolt of electricity. “Oh, yes, darlin ‘. I been thinking about that pretty mouth of yours, warm and wet. The way you kiss me, like you just can’t get enough of me.”

“That’s ‘cause I can’t, honey. I could never get enough of you. Not when you make me feel so damn good.” You let out a breathy laugh, the kind he’d been thinking about earlier. “And you do make me feel so good, baby. The way you touch me . . . .” You moaned softly. “Wish you were here right now.”

“Me too. I’d love to slip my fingers in that slick pussy of yours, make you moan. Goddamn do I love the way you moan in my ear. All those soft sounds you make when I fuck you with my fingers. The way you groan, squirming under me as I touch you.” He let out a groan of his own at the thought, imagining what his fingers looked like covered in your wetness, remembering how good you tasted when he sucked it off afterwards. He’d never tasted anything better in his whole damn life.

“I like that too,” you purred. “But you know what I like more? I like the way it feels when you fuck me. I like the way your cock fills me up, the way you move inside of me, rubbing against the walls of my pussy. The way you make me so . . . damn . . . wet.” You breathed, voice heavy with lust.

“Mmmm . . . shit,” he hissed. “You’re so fucking good at this. I think you could make me come just by talking to me.”

Another breathy laugh, making his cock twitch. “Let’s find out then.”

The tone of your voice told him he was in trouble, and he couldn’t fucking wait. This was so damn hot, he could barely focus on driving, and was glad the two of you lived far enough from town that traffic was pretty much nonexistent.

“Go on then, darlin’. I’ll be home in about five minutes. You think you can make me come by then?”

“I know I can, baby.”

“If you can’t, you’d better be naked by the time I walk in.”

There was that fucking sexy laugh again, turning into a moan. His boxers were already slick with precum on the inside, his cock firm and full. It wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge.

“You think about my tits yet, baby? The way they look when I’m on top of you, riding that thick cock of yours? How they bounce and jiggle, and what they feel like when I lean over and let ‘em rub against your face while I’m up and down on you?” A murmur of assent over tho phone as you continued. “Or my ass, soft and round against your hips when you’re at me from behind?” Your ass was one of his favorite body parts, made evident by the way he was breathing heavily as you talked. You knew you had him now. “The way it feels against your hand as you rub it when you’re pumping in and out of me? The way it slaps against your pelvis when you get all hot, moving faster and faster, making me groan into the mattress?”

You let an example of the way you’d groan push its way past your lips, hearing it echoed back on the other end of the line. Arthur was definitely close now, hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He was incredibly tempted to pull himself out of his pants, finish the job on the last bit of road to your house, but he was more interested in finding out if you actually could get him off without any physical contact. He was betting the answer was yes.

“You know what else I like? I like it when you have your face buried in my pussy. The way you suck on my clit, rubbing your tongue against it in little circles or soft, short strokes, making me groan like a damn animal. The way you move your tongue against my opening, lapping up my juices like it’s the best thing you ever tasted.” You could his breath coming hard and fast, like it always did when he was close. If you could see his cock right now, you knew it would be dark and full, the tip of it dripping slick, sweet precum. It made your mouth water just to think of it. Aside from the sex itself, there wasn’t much you liked better than wrapping your mouth around his cock and sucking him. “You know what I’d do if I were there right now?” He groaned in response. You could see his truck pulling into the long driveway. “I’d take that beautiful goddamn cock of yours in my mouth, working my tongue all over it, teasing and sucking you until you were begging me to let you come. And then I’d put my wet pussy on your face and let you suck on me until I came all over your face, soaking you with my juices, and you came all over my tits, making a mess of both of us.”

“Jesus, baby . . . .” You saw his truck screech to a halt halfway down the driveway, as a guttural moan sounded over the phone. From where you looked out of the window, you could see him slumped back against the seat, mouth hanging open and chest heaving. He opened his eyes to see you watching him, a smirk on your lips, and he smiled before slowly easing off the brake and making his way down the rest of the driveway. When he got out, you met him at the door, eyes focused on the wet spot at the front of his pants.

“Hmm. Looks like you got a little messy on the way home. Wonder how that happened.”

He chuckled, pulling you to him in a tight, if slightly shaky hug.

“Sweetheart, you’re the most amazing woman I ever met in my whole goddamn life”

#rdr2 #rdr2 fandom #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption #arthurmorgan #rdr #rdr arthur #rdr 2 #reddeadredemption #arthur morgan/reader #modern rdr2 #arthur morgan fic #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fanfic

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notapaladin · 4 years

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gilded with the gold of the richest kings

(yeah i had to rename another fic bc this title was perfect for THIS one.)

After the dust settles, there’s a new Revered Speaker in Tenochtitlan. His High Priest of Mictlantecuhtli loves him very, very much. There’s porn in this! There is a lot of porn in this!

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After everything—after Tizoc’s last attempt at expanding the Great Temple had shattered things best left unshattered, after the stars screamed down from the heavens by day, after all three High Priests and the Guardian and the Master of the House of Darts fought back a malformed manifestation of a furious goddess—there was really no question who would be the next Revered Speaker once the dust settled and the corpses were given funerary rites. He’d stabbed Coyolxauhqui in the eye, after all. (It had been the most terrifying moment of Acatl’s life, seeing the goddess imprisoned in living blood and their combined will, and Teomitl striking the blow that would hold her until they could chain her with sacrifices again. Only later, when he could breathe again, could he admit to himself that it had also been glorious.)

His ascension had taken two full days. There had been the ritual itself, of course, which had been followed by an interminably long banquet during which Acatl had not glared Quenami into silence no matter how tempting it was. Given that the man was now missing an eye and he sat on his blind side, it wouldn’t have worked anyway. He’d barely tasted the delicious food offered to him; despite himself, his gaze had kept drifting to the golden screen at the far end of the room. He had been in bad company, true, but the Revered Speaker had been sitting alone.

He’d just been across the room, but Acatl missed him so much that his heart ached with it.

As soon as we can, he thought, as soon as we can, I’m coming to you.

The Revered Speaker’s chambers were bright with torchlight glinting off gold and sinking into jaguar pelts, turning quetzal feathers into jewels to rival all the imperial finery pouring from carved stone chests. Acatl had a strong suspicion that most of the wealth would be shunted off to other rooms in the palace tomorrow morning, but tonight it made a beautiful backdrop to his lover disrobing.

Teomitl—Ahuizotl, now, to his subjects—tossed his crown heedlessly in the direction of the nearest chest before starting in on the process of removing his lip plug and a few of his heavier rings. Acatl sank down onto a spotted pelt, heart pounding, and drank in the sight of jewels tumbling to the floor. They hadn’t touched yet—hadn’t touched at all since the aftermath of Coyolxauhqui being sealed anew, when he’d risked covering his lover’s hand with his own in a brief moment of silence. Part of him hadn’t believed that he was still allowed to, that they could still have this.

But here they were. And even better yet, Teomitl was smiling at him, that teasing grin that always made him blush. “Do you like what you see, Acatl-tzin?”

Oh, that was unfair. “You know I do.”

Teomitl set one hand at the edge of his own loincloth, eager eyes alight. “It’s yours, then. Come get it.”

He wasn’t sure how he managed to get his arms to obey him, but in the next instant he was reaching up and pulling Teomitl down, and Teomitl (Ahuizotl-tzin, the Revered Speaker of Tenochtitlan) was melting into his arms and kissing him with days of pent-up fervor. Acatl couldn’t think of anything other than Teomitl’s mouth on his, Teomitl’s hands pulling his cloak off, Teomitl’s lean, solidly muscled body on top of him. It was such a relief he almost wanted to cry. When Teomitl tangled his fingers in his hair, the noise he made was something close to a groan.

“Mmmm.” Teomitl pulled just far enough away to look him in the eye, still so close that their noses touched. His smile had turned soft and warm. “Acatl.”

Moored to earth only by his lover’s weight more or less in his lap, conscious only of the way he fit perfectly in his arms, all Acatl could do was breathe his name. “Ahuizotl-tzin.”

Teomitl flinched, smile disappearing as his eyes narrowed. “Don’t call me that. Not here, not when it’s just us. I would far rather be Teomitl to you.”

He slid a hand slowly up Teomitl’s back, breathing a sigh of relief when his lover relaxed into his touch. Annoyed but not angry, thank the gods. “You’ll always be my Teomitl. But...you are now also my Revered Speaker. I feel it deserves commemoration, and I do seem to recall swearing loyalty to you.” His hand reversed its course downwards, letting his nails dig in lightly and drag down his lover’s spine. It made Teomitl shiver just as he knew he would.

Acatl watched as he closed his eyes, drawing a deep, shuddering breath. “What do you have in mind?”

“Only this.” What I wanted since I saw you crowned. He shoved lightly, and Teomitl went sprawling back on the spotted pelts. For a moment Acatl simply looked at him—radiant as the sun, still wearing much of his turquoise and jade, loincloth not doing a thing to hide the beginnings of arousal—and thought Duality, I am not worthy. And then Teomitl smiled at him again, and he found words. “Let me serve my Revered Speaker...and please my beloved.”

Teomitl tugged him down for another long, slow kiss. He closed his eyes and sank into it, moving to straddle him. Of course Teomitl could throw him off in an instant, and had during moments of particular enthusiasm, but that wasn’t the point. The point was to press him down into soft furs, thighs on either side of narrow hips, the hand not currently occupied with holding himself up sliding down the hard muscles of his bare chest, and show him exactly how much he was loved. And so Acatl kissed him hungrily, with more teeth than was strictly warranted, and thought I was afraid I’d never have this again—left his mouth to move to his throat, reveling in the way Teomitl bucked under him and actually growled when he pinched one perfect nipple, and thought But here he is, my Emperor. Here we are. And I’m never letting him go.

“Acatl.” It was a sweet, ragged gasp. “We are both—still wearing—too many clothes.”

They were wearing too many clothes. Any clothing at all, Acatl decided, was entirely too much. He made quick work of their loincloths; Teomitl’s jewelry, on the other hand, could and should stay on. The picture he made when Acatl sat up briefly to consider the view—flushed, aroused, spread out on the rugs like a feast—was too good to spoil. “There. Better, my lord?”

Teomitl’s gaze slid slowly over Acatl’s body, tongue darting out to wet his lips; Acatl’s cock gave a throb at the sight. When he spoke, it was a rough whisper. “Not if you’re going to tease me all night.”

In answer, he made his way down his lover’s chest and over his stomach, trailing kisses. “Mmm. I’m not going to tease you at all.” Still, he found himself bypassing Teomitl’s cock for the moment and mouthing at the soft skin of his inner thigh, feeling muscles twitch as Teomitl shuddered. It was a good reaction, so he kept it up, moving closer to his prize, until Teomitl snarled and buried a hand in his hair.

“Acatl.” He was ragged with lust, interrupting himself with a gasp as Acatl nipped at sensitive skin. “You just said.”

He thought briefly of making Teomitl tell him what to do, but quickly dismissed it. Besides, his lover’s hard flesh was entirely too tempting to ignore for long, so he slid his mouth over his cock, and was rewarded by a tightening of Teomitl’s grip and a throaty groan. It was always deliciously easy to work him up like this, especially once he relaxed his jaw and took him deep, feeling his hips tremble with the effort of staying still and not simply fucking his throat. All for me. All this— he ran his hands over Teomitl’s thighs, pulling a breathless noise out of him —is for me. Even if I have to share him, we have this.

“Nnngh…” It was almost a whine; the hold on his hair spasmed briefly and then went slack as Teomitl breathed, “Wait. Not—not like that.”

He pulled off, swallowing his saliva and watching the way Teomitl’s hazy gaze sharpened at the sight of him wiping his mouth on his arm. “Mmm. How do you want me, then?”

There was an attempt at a commanding tone; as aroused as Teomitl was, it came out more like a plea. “Ride me?”

Oh. That was a very good idea; he was shifting position before he remembered, and closed his eyes at his own stupidity. “Oil.” He might be induced to go without—they’d done it once, in a frantic rush at seeing each other hale and whole after one of Teomitl’s successful campaigns on the battlefield—but given the chance he preferred not to offer up that particular sensation to the gods.

Teomitl huffed out an impatient breath. “The chest behind you.”

Acatl twisted to reach it and pull out the jar; there were a few moments of faintly embarrassing wrestling with the lid, during which Teomitl was entirely unhelpful. He could feel the weight of his gaze on him when he finally looked up, fingers slick, to meet his eyes.

He didn’t have to wait long for a command. “Prepare yourself for me.”

He settled himself into position, watching the way Teomitl’s eyes gleamed like a jaguar. Good. Watch me. This is for you. He half expected Teomitl to reach for him—his beloved had never been a patient man—but when he reached to slide two fingers into himself, savoring the stretch, Teomitl froze. The only movement was his fingers digging, white-knuckled, into the spotted fur under him. “And here I thought—haah—you couldn’t wait to get your hands on me—”

“I can be patient.” He did not sound patient. He sounded an inch away from snapping. Teomitl’s eyes had locked to where he was busy working himself open, shuddering with the effort; when he pulled his fingers out, judging himself sufficiently prepared for this, he was immensely gratified to hear a strangled noise escape his lover’s mouth. Truthfully, he wanted to echo it; he felt so empty suddenly.

And then Teomitl’s hands were at his hips and he was lowering himself down, and there was no time for words. There was only the stretch, the slide, the tortuously slow feeling of being filled. His eyes slid shut on a guttural groan, head falling back of its own accord. His mind was blank with pleasure, feeling himself tremble around Teomitl’s hot, hard length. He was dimly aware that he should be moving, but for a small eternity he couldn’t seem to get his legs to work—and then Teomitl’s nails dug into his hips, and he rolled them hard.

Teomitl growled. “Nnnh...fuck, you’re tight.” His hips surged up to meet him, a thrust that made Acatl gasp, and then they were finding a rhythm and it was all Acatl could do to keep moving.

A scrap of thought whirled past—I should have known he’d be this energetic—but it just as quickly flew out of his head when Teomitl shifted under him, finding an angle that made him saw stars. “Gods, I—” Whatever he was going to say was cut short by his cry as his lover did it again, meeting him on the downstroke with a thrust that sent sparks up his spine.

“Gods.” It sounded like it had been punched out of him, and Acatl keened at the feeling of that throbbing cock somehow making itself felt even deeper. “Acatl—I’m—“

“Good, good, please—” He knew he was babbling, but it was impossible not to; he could feel Teomitl’s cock pulse inside him, spilling deep, and he hadn’t come himself yet but that was fine, he could—and then there was Teomitl’s hand on him, stroking him through an orgasm that turned his world white around the edges.

For a long moment afterwards, neither of them could speak. Teomitl was still buried inside him; when Acatl gingerly lifted himself off to at least attempt to clean up the sticky mess on their thighs and stomachs, he made a noise that was very close to a whine, but words seemed to be beyond him. Acatl couldn’t blame him. His muscles felt like they had been replaced by stones; he managed the bare necessary amount of cleanup and flopped gracelessly next to his beloved, who lifted one bejeweled hand to stroke his hair. His eyes slid shut. The night was young, but a brief nap sounded like a very good idea.

Teomitl’s voice woke him; he sounded drowsy himself, but his voice was full of affection and pride. The hand in his hair was gentle. “...I must have pleased the gods very well, I think. To have a man like you.”

He cracked open one eye to see a smile tugging at Teomitl’s lips, which revived him enough to murmur, “I’m sure Xochipilli appreciates whatever you’ve done for him.”

“And what I will do.” Judging from his tone, he had plans in that direction for after the Great Temple was finished.

Acatl wondered idly what he was going to do; a mental image of Xochipilli and Xochiquetzal’s temples sheathed in gold occurred to him as a distinct possibility. He’d threatened to do the same for Mictlantecuhtli’s, which would certainly please Ichtaca but struck Acatl as too gaudy to be borne. Not that a little thing like aesthetics would stop him; now that he was Revered Speaker, there was nothing denied him. Not even this, Acatl thought, tilting his head up to steal a kiss.

This was his favorite side of Teomitl, really—still proud, still strong, but soft and languid in his postcoital haze, curled up next to him and smiling like the sun. Tomorrow, he would arise and dress and make his devotions to the gods. Tomorrow, he would lead the Mexica to glory, spreading his name like smoke across the land. But for tonight, he was simply Acatl’s sated, sleepy, happy lover. Gods, he thought, let it always be like this. Let me kneel before him in the sunlight and hold him in the moonlight until we’re both old and gray. Let me stand by his side—in glory or in pain, I don’t care, as long as we’re together. If he goes to Mictlan, we will be holding hands the entire way.

He laid his head on Teomitl’s chest, feeling his heartbeat thump reassuringly under his ear. “Have I told you I love you?”

“Hmmm. I could hear it again.”

He hid a grin against Teomitl’s skin. “...I love you...Ahuizotl-tzin.”

Teomitl hit him with the edge of the nearest jaguar pelt.

#obsidian and blood #teomitl #acatl #teocatl #not work safe #paladin writes stuff

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blackdahlia-parker · 5 years

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What you reading love?- Tom Holland x female reader part 3

Summary: you were meant to be studying for an exam that you had the next day, but instead of returning home so your boyfriend could help you, you decide to head to the library and got too interested in a particular book. What happens when Tom catches you flustered while thinking about him in a public library?

Warnings!: Smut! 👀 throughout, Please don’t read if you are uncomfortable.

Please Read part 1 and part 2 if you haven’t already 🙃 this is the last part for this fic, and it’s by far my favourite part so enjoy 💓-

“Now, now love….We need to teach you how to behave in public don't we? Hmmm?” You decided on a teasingly bold reply. “But i am behaving daddy. And I can get what i want!!”….Oooohhh….you were really playing his patience now. “…..LATER!!…” he snarled. “Now where were we?” he questioned (partly to himself).

He had now rested the book that had been tossed to the ground, back on the shelf as he decided to do his own thing with you for a change, and not what the book states or what you want, (but in all truth, you’d let Tom do anything to you aaahh). He now sat back down beside you , (you sitting too). Both of you still in the corner of a book aisle as you leaned your backs against a shelf. His strong, sexy hands grazed up your thighs again and with very tittle warning he was up your skirt for the third time. He just couldn't resist. His fingers ran all along inside your folds . You could plainly feel it and gasped because it felt so good. “Tommm— M-mmm Babyyyyy…..” You could of died right there and then. You must say his hands being there surprised you. “ahaa, you c-cheeky bo-boy” you told him as he began to massage your clit good, moving his thick, rough finger up and down the small area and your whole body shuddered and jaulted when he twisted it gently within the process. “You like that love?” “Ohh- mmm, Y-yes. You know I do Tom.” “good girl” ; he praises you and with that you made a sound. You relished it when when he called you such words, this was definitely a kink of yours.

Four words; You felt so horny….aahh!! He retracted his hand from your centre and spoke; “Lay down for me again darling. C’mon, one last time then we can go home. See this wasn't bad was it? Nobody caught us, now c’mon love, I’m gonna make you come this time, hard.” You were going to object, but after his last sentence, who gave you the right to? You just gazed deeply into his gorgeous chocolate-coffee eyes, as his long pitch black eyelashes fluttered over them with graceful beauty. You were just falling all over again.

You laid back down on the floor, not particularly taking an interest that it wasn't comfortable. You were comfortable with him, and that’s all you needed to be. You tried to mentally prepare yourself for what was coming next. You rose your legs as leant over you (practically sitting on you) in the same position as before. He went down on you for one last time. Going for it good and so did you. He rode you and you furiously grinded his hips down into your body, your hips grinding with his as best as the could. You ached for more, more and more of him. “Ohhh- P-Please” you begged him. He had his eyes squinted shut in pleasure but opened then and looked down at you as you spoke. “What was that my l-love?” He replied. He had the cheekiest grin residing on his face as the pair of you felt full blown body indulgence and extreme gratification. Mmm. “More, m-more Tom p-please.” He raised his eyebrows sexily. “You want me to k-keep going darling?” “Yes, oh YESSS To-Tommy, g-give it t-to meeee!.” He gulped growing more lustful by the second and laughed; “ahh so you do love my cock after all hmm?” You felt your heart pace quicken and he winced as you gave the most honest reply this time. “For g-god sake, yes Tommm, God I love it. Im sorry that i told yo di— o-ohhhh yeah!—I’m sorry that i told you d-different.…that was a lie. And Im sorry if this sounds r-really dirty but you— look— in-incredible right now b-baby. aaahhha yeahh. I love seeing the sight of your juicy cockkk t-travelingg in—in and out….s-so h-hottt!!!” He began to swear at your words. Shit hearing him swear was like music to your ears. Your words about his cock had led him to groan loudly and he pounded and pounded you over again. His gorgeous curls on the top of his head were bouncing too, with every movement. God— unholy the sight of it, had your mouth dribbling. You hope nobody could hear the good time you were having because you were coming and you knew it. No turning back. You didn't have to tell your boy, he could feel it, but you decided to anyway, to show him how good he had made you feel.

“T-Tom… this is the best i’ve f-felt in agesss. I think I'm gonna ohhh I'm gonna mmm aha I’m C-“ You couldn't finish your sentence. You were feeling so much pleasure at this moment in time, that your vision blurred. You arched your back as far as it could. But you didn't quite release yet. You moved your arm. No clue where you were moving it to as you could barely see anything, but all you knew is that it hit something. *BANG*, and a book fell on your head. “OwW” you slightly screeched. Tom laughed a little, still inside you, and he rubbed your head better. You were so scared that someone would catch you at that point.

You couldn't see as you were in euphoria, vision bearly there, sights all but a ghost around you so Tom looked around, but no one was there or had seen the both of you. He assured you that nobody was around as you took a big sigh of relief. But you felt no relief inside, as he went deeper and deeper. This time it was it.

“Ahaa * ohhh * TOMMM, it’s Cominggg”, you tried to stay quiet but failed horribly. “That’s okay beautiful…do it. I want you to come for me now. Y-Yourr S-stunning—ahhh, do you know that?” You felt like crying at his words…he was sooo adoring. You knew your boyfriend only spoke the truth to you. He never lied. His words were so beautiful and his accent so endearing. You loved him so much. The pleasure continued to wash through you, as he spoke again; “C’mon darling, I’ve got you” he held on. “Please come for me, you can t-trust me….I’ll hold on… w-won’t let youu go…” You were done. “ahhaaa—mmmm, ahhhaa”. All of the moaning finally came to an end when you released. Thick white juice just continued to pour out of your centre. The beautiful sight of this made Tom come too. He just whimpered continuously, “ohhh Y/Nnnn darlinggg….I-I love you so much….princess—oooohhh— its cominggg!”. “Ahhh” he sighed after it was over. His cum filled the condom to the brim. And it was Hot (just as you’d expected…), you could feel the cozy warmth of his cum against your insides and it felt amazing, it heated you up. (Not that you weren’t warm enough already;) )

He pulled it of you. Both of you were panting heavily, as you both collapsed on a beanbag , among the bookshelves. He slid the sticky condom off and rolled it back up and put it back in the packaging for the time being, as he lifted his sexy tight underwear back up his lush ass and his jeans too and put the packet in his jean pocket to throw later. You were about to fetch a wipe from your bag beside you to wipe yourself clean of all the mess between your thighs. But being the gentleman that he is, Tom took your hand away from the bags zipper as he leaned down between you and attached his tongue to your core,to lick the cum away. Leaving you spotless as he slid your undies back on. You gasped at this. He was so good. “Geeezz,Thank God you remembered to put a condom on, or we’d have children running around the place here” you said with a slight giggle. “wouldn’t really have minded that” Tom winked and you looked at him with wide eyes and shook your head laughing. Oh god. Only he would say that.

After everything seemed not-so-dirty any more, while you both slumped down together on the comfy library beanbag amongst the books, Tom leaned over to you and gave you a quick peck on the lips. Then stared into your E/C eyes. You stared back. You both immediately gave in. You closed the gap between you once again, but this time you two snogged. He got on top of you, straddling your hips. You slowly licked across his bottom lip and you both straightened up your bodies, onto your knees as bodies both rose up and down with each breath and you moaned into your make-our session together, whilst feeling each other all over. Arms wrapped around each other tightly. He brushed your beautiful hair back from your face and smoothed your head, two faces connected.

You opened your eyes slightly and tilted your head up a bit and glanced at one of his curls draping down off his head, between both of your faces. Everything about his face was mesmerising. The details and flaws to it were insane. Your eyes watered. You loved him. He was so cute.....but as you tilted your head further to look at the sealing, the both of your lips broke apart and he accessed you neck....lightly suckling on the very front area delicatly before adding more roughness to his suck and turning a patch of it red. Shit!, you thought to yourself. And this time, you tumbled back down on him, on the beanbag and he proceeded to kiss your neck hungrily. Just then, that woman you’d seen from earlier walked passed the aisle that you were in and saw you both acting wild, sprawled out across the library’s beanbag. She glared at you both, shook her head and tutted. Then she diverted her look disgustingly and walked away. Oooff, if only she’d seen what you two were up to earlier. To be fair you were still shocked that no one had—

Still sitting down, you spoke, “so i guess your not mad at me for having dirty thoughts about you? And reading that book, to think about you?” “No, of course not love, but when you kept not turning up so I could help you study I was really worried and I just had to know what had been going on and i’d knew where you'd be. Honestly seeing you like that, shivering and wanting me so bad was so hot. Please don’t ever hide away from me darling, I've really missed you. And you know you can tell me anything right? Your thoughts are my thoughts. Please don't be embarrassed to tell me what you want. because the chances are that i want it as bad as you.” He paused as i stared at him with loving, warm eyes and he continued to speak; “I love you baby, now please tell me, did i fulfil your naughty little book fantasies darling? hmm?”

It was at that moment that you snogged him yet again. like full on. Your mouthes becoming one. Tongues sloppily moving against each other in a mouth that’s not your own. Not a care if you did pass tomorrows exam or not (although you’d still try your best. “Te amo Tommy” you whispered in his ear, causing him to be the one shivering for a change.

Just then something happened…. “Spider-mannnnn!!!” a young boy came crying with delight around the corner. Shit. You both shoved each other apart from the lustful kiss as quick as you could, ad the boy (clearly a fan of Tom’s,) approached you and Tom and he grinned, happy to see his idol. “Hey there” Tom spoke in an American accent to impersonate his Peter Parker character as he smiled at the boy. “wowww, so cool’’ beamed the boy. The child then realised that he saw spider-man on the floor with a girl on a beanbag. He spoke again; “did you save the girl from falling to the library floor spider-man?’’, Tom glared at you with a cheeky grin. He was about to burst out laughing at the thought of what you’d actually been doing on the floor. But he kept it in and returned his look to the boy, giving him a smile back and spoke in the accent once more. “Yes i sure did save her, i caught her just in time before she fell.” The boy then gazed at Tom with loving eyes and without warning the kid ran up closer to hug him. “your great Spider-man!” he said. The man flinched a little at the surprising action, but felt proud that he was loved by many. You were internally giggling and cringing that he found you and Tom on the floor, but you adored the sight and how Tom hugged him back. He was so great with kids. You honesty wanted to have them with him one day. As much kids as he wanted to have. After the hug, the boy pulled away and reached in his pocket and pulled out a mini disposable camera made for children. “Please could i get a selfie?” the kid asked politely as Tom nodded, and smiled to the camera as the kid took a shot of them both. “How’s that?” he asked the young one. “it’s soo coooll, Thank you, thank you, thank youuuu spider-man!’’ he screeched as he ran off and shouted across the library and said some more; “now hurry up and go and save the world!!” “will do” Tom chuckled to himself.

When you and Tom were alone once again you hugged while still sitting. God how you loved having his strong body flush against yours, and his arms around your waist. His large hands felt incredible when they were pressed flush to your back. You spoke and began to laugh, “phhhaa, well you did kind of save me Tom…. or i would've been stuck here all night in the library, reading and fantasising about you. I’d be in even more of a mess then will no release from the pressure inside me.’’, he replied “ohh, i’m very glad darling, yes you were a bit of a mess when i first saw you weren't you? Legs trembling, begging for daddy.” ……And there go your juices again….oh my word… how many times has he already done this to you today? You just moaned into the hug “mmmhhhhmm”. “Now, now you dirty little girl… you've already had me twice today’’ he responded to your profanities, and then leaned in close to your ear to whisper something nice…. “but i tell you what” he began ‘’….we can borrow that book can’t we?, let’s see what other actions make you weak in the knees tonight shall we?” with that he opened his mouth, poked his tongue out lightly and licked the top of your right ear and then nibbled it with a quick nip, his lips were so juicy and wet. You loved it. Loved the small things he did to you. The side of you face shuddered as you flushed a shade of red and tingles were sent down to your lower area. “Ohhaa” you groaned, eyes shutting as you melted into him, feeling to weak to stand and you breathed out a curse word.

You were still red and he put on a side grin. “Can i admit something to you Tom?” You asked him. “Of course yo can love, you know you can tell me anything, like i said….go ahead…” You were glad, but started to tremble a bit, not knowing what his reaction would be or how he would take it. “A-are you sure….I-it’s d-dirty?” You stuttered. “oooff dirty? well i think we can handle that… I love it when my princess talks dirty to me….hit me with it love. C’mon.” he coaxed. “Well you know you did that lip sync battle?” “yes, and….?” . You breathed and just continued. “well….um….I w-watch it Q-quite often actually.” He laughed; “that’s not very rude is it dear?”…. “N-no” you stuttered again, “but this is…..” You cleared your throat and took a massive gulp *ahemm* “okay s-so when i watch it…it’s become quite a habit watching it over and over again…..and i cant help it….i’ve always wanted to tell you this but y-you know grab the umbrella and—and—‘’ You can’t continue, your whole body is heaving…your sweating buckets, thinking about the image of him grinding on it in your head. Your eyes well up, thinking about how hot he looked while doing so, not being able to contain your sensually contained emotions. “Come on Y/N darling, just say…it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” You just took a few moments to calm your thoughts and body’s reaction down and you then told him everything. “When you take the u-umbrella and— and— ggg-g—grind on it, I-I cant help m-myself. I-I— I have to change my panties e-each time.

…….I-I soak through them….’’ You looked immediately away from him, feeling guilty. “I-I-I’m a m-mess every time i see it T-Tom….W-when you p-put it right up between for legs and start grinding, I almost pass out each t-time. Oh Godd!!!” you started to whimper thinking about it again, as you continued to speak, “A-and the way your hot ass wiggles on the umbrella, your ass cheeks b-bulging over either side. A-and the way your dressed always makes me cummm. That maid play-suit clinging to your ass, all in black patent, those fishnet tights on you legs which are so shapefull, your good looking shoes on your large feet and you with make up and that wig look damn fine! And you knew it too! I mean can you see my heart eyes?” You turned at him showing him your eyes, you were really nervous to look after you blurted all of that out. That’s all he could reply was “wowww, is that really how you feel? Fuck darling!” …..you replied shamefully; “yes Tom, i’m sorry but it is…”. He instantly noticed the shame that you had in your voice and spoke, preventing you from feeling ashamed. He smiled at you “No, no love, there’s absolutely no need to be ashamed of feeling like this about me at all. I never thought any girl would ever say anything like that about me. You make me feel so sexy darling. Your incredibly gorgeous and i’m not gonna lie, sometimes the way you move your booty gets me going too. Oooff” he starts to smile and pretended to fan himself down. You smiled too and giggled at his funny action, he was was so nice and accepting of you. He spoke again and smirked; “so thats why you got me gringing on you earlier?” you blushed like a tomato,“y-yeah”. “umm—Y/N, you know you said that you umm s-soak through your panties when you watch me g-grind on the t-telly”, “y-yeah….” you nervously spoke. “Well we watch lip sync battle all the t-time at my house a-and you never get w-wet then do you?”

You paused then gave in…. “I—I do T-Tom….I said i get W-wet all of the t-time watching it…”. He swallowed. “what so you just s-sit there….d-dripping next to me on the s-sofa?” , “y-yes” you replied. He had a very sly face on. “F-ing hell Y/N…..If only i’d have known…. i would have had you stripped in seconds and fucked you so good, would have had you begging for me, like the good girl you are, begging me to grind like in the dance. You would’ve liked that yeah?” “Oh my God Tom! Y-yes, do that next time please! Punish me for all the times I’ve soaked through and ruined my panties!!!” He was fulled to the brim with lust. He had to restrain himself from touching you sexually again while you were here. “Naughty, naughty. Your really horny tonight aren’t you love?” “Shut up Tom, no I’m not!” You replied. “Oh but I think you areee” he teased while nudging. You gave in and continued to turn a darker colour on your cheeks. You knew he was saying the truth. “Don’t worry darling, once we watch me on lip sync later, I’ll turn you around and give you a good old spanking for not confessing to me sooner and for being so filthy in a public place. That’ll teach you some respect won’t it love?”Oooff you couldn't wait to go over Tom’s house to watch lip sync battle tonight. “mmmm T-Tommm” you quietly moaned. He blushed for a change, and spoke again. “but on a more serious note Y/N….do you really just sit there and cope with the d-dampness for all that time when your in my house?” You giggle at his question at his slight innocence…. “Oh my gosh Tom!, do you really think that?….Your so naive…” He just laughed as he wrapped his arms around you, still perched up on the library’s beanbag. “Well what do you do then?….You never move from your seat….clearly too occupied”, “Oh Tom very funny words at the end there. haha” you mocked and spoke again; “what do you think I do Tom when i go to the toilet?”…..”What?!” he replied at your unexpected words. “Don’t you understand? I always tell you that ‘I’m going for a toilet break’, but that’s clearly not what I do. Tom, I have a pile of panties in my bag that i bring to yours….and once I've changed, all fresh and clean…..I return to you, all innocent and grinning as if nothing had happened— And- and then return to the couch, sit by you and i get ready for round two, if you get what i mean…..”, and with that you gave him a cheeky wink. “shit” was all he could say. Then, “I can’t F-ing wait ‘till tonight Y/N’’ he growled like a lion as he smothered you with arms.You squealed; “eeekkk” God, he really did drive you horny. Tonight come quicker you begged.

It was getting quite late already so you and Tom both got up off of the beanbag and hugged when you both stood. You were facing each other, bodies close and he then lightly grinded into you as you hugged. You could feel his cock through all the materials hitting your privates and gasped at the suddenness of his action. “ohhh—-aha— what a tease” you said and you looked at him slyly while squinting your eyes at him. You hastily turned him around, his ass flush to your pussy and grinded at full force back on him. You loved his plump ass . He spoke; “oooff, as much as i like that darling and i know you do, It’s getting late and we’ll need all night for tonight’s plans.” he turned back around, pinched your nipple through your t-shirt and then grabbed you hand as you bit your seductively lip at what he was making you feel. He grabbed the book that you and him had been reading earlier and said; “Come on, let’s go. we are 100% borrowing this book now, so we can get you shaking learn some new kinks of yours!’’ He bit his lip at this point too. And here you am saying it again, “Cheeky boy” as you shook my head at him, and you both just burst out laughing.

As you and him began to walk to he counter to register the book you borrowing, he slapped your ass causing you to squeal “ooee’’ ….. “what was that for?” you asked looking around the vast space to see if anyone had saw. He whispered in your ear one again and you could tell there was a smirk plastered on his face. “oh you know, just to warm you up again ready for tonight love” You tried to keep a straight face as the woman on the counter smiled and you handed the book to her, but you couldn't stop yourself from blushing, you remembered the mark on your neck and tried to cover it. “Thank you” you spoke as the lady scanned the book and passed it back to you. “That’s okay, thanks for visiting, hope you got everything you needed and have a good evening” she waved with a smile. As you turned towards the big double glass doors to exit Tom replied to the woman; “yes we thoroughly enjoyed and we got EXacTly what we WanTed, thank you. Oh and we will” Tom winked “you have a good evening too.” Knowing his word intentions, it wasn’t just you that was in for it tonight, he was too! The woman could've figured it out.; “Tommm!! The woman couuld’ve—“ you squealed as you slapped his arm playfully walking out from an eventful evening in the London public library, that was only about to escalate as soon as you walked through the doors at home. ;)

A/n- thank you so much for all the love and reading. More fanfics coming soon 👍🏽🥰 send any suggestions if you wish.

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The Goddess in the Glen - Pt. 1

When I originally signed up for the Big Bang, I requested prompts for the story that is now Kensei’s long ass fic. I promised that whoever’s prompt I used, I would write a fic as a prize! This is that prize. Well, the first part anyway.

I ended up going to town on this and splitting it into two chapters. Smut in both, so pace yourselves, drink plenty of water. Apparently, no one makes me spawn multi-chapter fics quite like Shunsui. He’s just so hot. Can you blame me?

Train anon asked: Shunsui said he had a script idea but Nanao is all like "I do not allow any movie with the rating of adults only". Write Shunsui’s porn.

For reference, that exchange takes place in episode 298.

-The Goddess in the Glen-

Shunsui had locked himself away in his study every night that week as soon as he returned home from the Eighth division. It was rare enough for Shunsui to set foot in that particular room once a month, let alone staying there – working furiously – night after night. It was baffling. You had tried to find out exactly what he was doing, but every time you asked he simply gave you a wry smile and said, ‘Its a secret, Petal.’

Dim, flickering light trickled out into the hallway underneath the door as you crept close and pressed your ear to the cold wood.

“You look lost. Perhaps I can help.” It was definitely Shunsui’s voice, but it sounded odd. Almost… feminine? Well, at least as feminine as Shunsui was capable of sounding with his deep timbre.

You were torn between utter confusion and trying to stifle your laugh as you called to him through the door. “Shun? Are you coming to bed?”

“I’ll be there in a minute, love.”

You cast one last suspicious glance at the door, listening to his quiet, indistinguishable murmurs before heading off to bed.

***

Two days later, you went looking for Shunsui as soon as you arrived home from the Thirteenth division. You couldn’t wait to tell him what ridiculous idea Kiyone and Sentaro had come up with as your division’s entry for the film festival. Poor Jushiro.

You were still laughing to yourself when you headed straight to his study, expecting to find him hard at work on his mystery project once again. But when you arrived, the door was open and the room was pitch black. He wasn’t even napping on the couch.

“Hmmm…” You shrugged, wracking your brain, trying to think of where he could be when it hits you. Smiling, you know there was only one place you need to look – its the one spot no one else ever bothers checking for him. You walk out to the gardens, warm spring air swirling lightly around you when you see Shunsui leaning against a sakura tree, staring off into the foreground at the expanse before him.

Shunsui gently swirls his cup of sake – distracted. His eyes never leave the fixed point he regards in the distance. He didn’t need to look directly at you to feel your presence, he knew your reiatsu well enough by now. Instead, he raises his arm as you smile and curl in beside him.

“Is something wrong, love?” You ask, nuzzling against him, placing your hand on his firm chest.

He sips the cup of sake slowly until the cool liquid is gone, his brow is contemplative, but you wait patiently for him to speak. “Nanao-chan won’t let the division use my script for our entry in the film festival.” Shunsui reaches for his bottle, pouring another cup of sake, offering you the first drink before carefully nursing it once more.

So that’s what he had been working so hard on. You smiled softly, kissing his cheek and nuzzling in closer. Suddenly, excerpts from ‘The Rose Colored Path’ began swirling through your mind. It became slightly harder for you to fault Nanao for turning his script down now. But, that was also an easy fix. A few simple edits and Shunsui could try again.

“Why don’t I look at it? Maybe I can help make a few suggestions and then we can try talking her into it? Let me see your script.”

Shunsui sighed lightly, downing the last drops in his glass before pulling out a rolled bundle of papers from behind his back and passing them to you. He knew there wasn’t much use. There was nothing you could have said that would make Nanao change her mind now, but a part of him was now eager to see your reaction.

“Hmmm… ‘The Goddess in the Glen’.” You sat up a little straighter, flipping open the first page. It was a little bit of a cheezy title, but that was kind of to be expected given his usual standard. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of sappy romance you were about to find. “Why did you say Nanao wouldn’t let you-”

Heat immediately began rushing to your face as you scanned through the pages, not bothering to read the script word for word. Your heart was racing, blood was coursing through your veins at a furious pace. All the while, Shunsui sat next to you looking as calm and casual as he always did.

“I believe her exact words were, ‘I will not be associated with any film rated ‘adults only’. But now I’m more curious what you think of it petal.” Shunsui smiled lazily, the heat of his stare only compounded the boiling fire roaring through your body.

“I-” you choked on your next words, trying to clear your throat, to make them come out but they were stuck. Taking a deep breath, you started over. “I had no idea you could write like this.” It was the first thing you could think to say. Truthfully, the script was good. Surprisingly good – and very hot. You couldn’t stop the flood of images that began racing through your mind. Your nails dragging through the dark hair on his chest; fingers groping his muscles and sinking into his shoulders; Shunsui’s lips against your neck; his callouses grazing your breasts-

Shunsui laughed, “What do you mean? You’ve read my column before!”

Your mind scrambled to free itself from your daydream, to cover your faux pas quickly. “Right! I just mean this is even better! But, I think I understand why Nanao wouldn’t allow you to make it. Even if she did, there’s no way Head Captain Yamamoto would allow it to be shown.”

“I’ll admit, you have a point there.” Shunsui conceded, relaxing back against the tree.

“But Shun, who exactly did you think you could talk into being the Goddess and this warrior she’s supposed to seduce?” Setting the script aside, you curled against him, bringing your hand to rest against his bare chest. You let your eyes drift closed, ready to slip into a lazy nap at Shunsui’s side where you could have all the time in the world with your fantasy – uninterrupted.

However, the way his fingers began inching up your leg underneath the hem of your Gotei kimono made you reevaluate those plans. For the better.

Shunsui turned, bringing his lips down to your neck, letting his deep voice sink into your skin and down to your very bones. “You and me, petal.” The sinful way his lips parted to lick and suck his way over your neck nearly blocked out his words, you would have agreed to almost anything if he would just keep going.

Almost.

“Wait, what?” You place your hands on either side of his face and reluctantly pull him away.

Shunsui leaned back against the tree, but his hand resumed its pace – inching up your thigh. “Well it doesn’t matter now.” As his hand moved higher, your heart began pounding with excitement, an interesting idea crept into your mind.

You sat for a moment, mulling over your choice, pulse now thundering in you ears. “Love?”

“Mmmm?” Shunsui acknowledged. His lips pressed against your neck again, this time moving lower. The vibration of his hum rattled straight to your core.

“Maybewecouldmakeit?” You blurted the words quickly while you could still get them out. You knew Shunsui heard – and understood – when his fingers paused just inches from his goal at your breast.

His eyes met yours while your face blazed with the heat of embarrassment. Shunsui’s pupils looked like deep pools and you were about to be swallowed by their depths. You were anxious to look away, but couldn’t bring yourself to pull your eyes from his sinful stare. While he had you awestruck and trapped, Shunsui wrapped an arm around your waist and maneuvered you to lay beneath him on the soft, cool grass. You cast a quick, sly glance around the garden, cautious of prying eyes, only to find the estate was silent. Shunsui’s private area of the gardens was completely undisturbed by anyone but the two of you.

The tickling stubble of his beard against the center of your chest pulls your focus back to him. His callouses graze over the swell of your breast, opening the collar of your kimono, softly kissing the newly revealed skin. “Maa… really? Its not even my birthday.” Shunsui resumed his present course - kissing his way to your nipple. But this time, he was watching you, hypnotizing your mind with his erotic, dark stare.

“Y-Yeah-ah!” You inhaled a sharp, gasping breath when Shunsui’s teeth grazed the sensitive bud. Winding your fingers through his hair, you held him against your body, arching up to meet his face. Shunsui worked to keep you at ease, nearly breathless; he wanted to hear every pleasure-fogged, uncensored thought crossing your mind; he needed to taste every whimpering moan that skipped past your lips.

“I mean, we – hhnn – w-would just keep it to-oh! Yessss,” you hissed. Shunsui’s finger drifted up and down your slit over your underwear, pressing lightly to test the fabrics resistance. He watches your face sharply. Though his smokey eyes seem hazy with lust, he catalogues every motion as you lick and purse your lips, memorizing the sound of your gasping breath. “For our – mmm – eyes only.”

Shunsui pulls your underwear aside, sinking a finger slowly into your heat; his lips covering yours, drinking down your moans. “Of course, Petal. Now that I think about it, I wouldn’t really want anyone else hearing the beautiful sounds you make, just for me.”

He kisses your neck - licking and sucking just enough to lightly color and mark your skin. Once you’re lost in a haze, he slips another finger in to join the first, turning and curling his digits to brush your sweet spot again and again. “Hhnn – you’ll have to-” you hissed with pleasure, feeling warmth creeping over your body, “learn your lines. Yes! Shunsui! Mmm, right there!” Shunsui presses his lips to your neck, kissing as your pulse throbs and cries of his name are ripped from your throat; your release floods your muscles like the waves of a tsunami.

As your eyelids flutter, bringing you back into the present, Shunsui kisses your lips – long and slow. He settles between your legs, his kimono open and hanging loose around him. Shunsui frees himself from his hakama, never once pulling his lips from yours.

Your leg wraps around his bare hip, urging him closer. He smiles against your mouth before kissing along your jaw. As his lips trail over your jawline, Shunsui’s hand – calloused, wide, strong – smoothes over your leg. He starts at your ankle, dragging up your calf, caressing your thigh until he holds your leg against his hip. The hot head of his cock presses against your entrance, just lightly parting your folds, making you hiss and shiver with anticipation. Shunsui slowly pulls your leg up his hip as he inches forward into your heat – claiming and filling.

Cool silk kissed the back of your hands, juxtaposing pleasantly with the warm, bare muscles of his back underneath your fingertips sliding underneath his kimono. “Are we really supposed to – mmm, Shunsui – to a-act through…”

A light breeze drifted through the garden, but neither of you felt a thing. Shunsui covered your body completely with his own, stoking a fire that promised to burn you from the inside out with each surge of his hips. He loved hearing your breathy voice climb higher as you desperately try to keep yourself together just long enough before he rolled against your clit again and you were lost.

“I don’t think either of us will be acting. I can’t keep my hands off of you.” His voice is like liquid honey trickling down your muscles – warm and satisfying – it only feeds the consuming heat stretching and filling your core. Shunsui pulls his hips back lazily, wanting to be sure you felt every ridge of his cock. He kisses away your hitched gasps and thrusts forward, burying himself again.

He was right, there was absolutely no need to act. Shunsui knew how to work every pleasure point on your body, how to turn you into liquid in seconds. But could you make his movie? Shunsui pulls your leg up, just an inch, but it leaves you dizzy and gripping his shoulders for more. Gods how you wanted more. Even if it meant filming a highly explicit home movie. Hell, the more explicit the better. You were aching to make it now.

One more precise tilt of your hips combined with Shunsui driving into your heat, rolling against your clit when he bottomed out was your undoing. Flames of pure ecstasy blazed out of control, licking and kissing your nerves. You wind the fingers of one hand through his thick waves, pulling him into a kiss.

Shunsui holds your hips tighter, thrusting harder – deeper – allowing the constricting, steady clenching of your core around his shaft to drive him higher. He chases his release right along with yours, managing to work you through one last, weaker orgasm before filling you with a satisfying warmth unique to Shunsui.

While you lay together recovering, his favorite floral kimono wrapped around your body in place of your own disheveled one, Shunsui huffed out a laugh and you giggled like a naughty child. The two of you were going to go for it. You would make his movie and keep it safely hidden away to be watched together whenever the mood strikes. Or when one of you was on a mission...

The sun was beginning to go down as you curled underneath his long arm and the two of you walked back inside. When you make your way into the bedroom, Shunsui walks silently behind you and stops to kiss your neck. You dreamily stroke his cheek, encouraging him to continue. “Shun, just one thing. How is this going to be filmed? I don’t want – “

“Relax, love.” That sinfully warm velvet voice of his poured into your ear as he stepped around to face you. Shunsui moved the collar of your borrowed kimono out of his way and kissed the skin before speaking. “I’m sure Kisuke could make something that didn’t require an operator.”

You froze. Your entire body went stone still until you narrowed your eyes in suspicion, pulling Shunsui’s eyes up to meet yours. He looked positively clueless as to your reaction. Clueless and gorgeous, but seemingly very aware of the warning edge to your voice.

“Kisuke Urahara better not get his hands on a copy of this.”

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lashtoncurls · 6 years

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Tattoo(C.H.)

Summary: Calum doesn’t want Y/N to get any tatts/piercings but then finds it hot when she does.

Words: 1.8K

Warnings: Smut, couple curse words

“You have about 30 and think that I shouldn’t even get a tiny heart?” I asked as we sat on the sidewalk.

“Not telling you not to do it, I mean it’s your body but I don’t think you should get it.” Calum had some strange reason for thinking I shouldn’t get a tattoo. He didn’t approve.

“I’m getting my nose pierced while I’m there too.” I said smirking. He liked tattoos, but hated piercings.

“You’re crazy.” He laughed and shook his head, his long hair bouncing.

“You’re gonna miss me, Hood."

"It’s a month, I won’t miss your crazy ass at all.” He laughed and hugged me one last time before I got up and walked towards the car waiting for me.

*1 month later*

Calum’s POV

“Y/N said her plane would land later than expected, so maybe she can come.” I said to Luke.

“Where’d she go anyway? She’s been out of the country too long.” He grunted into the phone and I heard Michael telling him to hurry up with the drinks.

“London for some kind of modeling thing with the agency she works for here."

‘Luke, hurry the fuck up!’

I laughed as I imagined Luke struggling with three cups full and his phone.

"Uh, we’ll see you later Cal. They want to start beer pong now!” He shouted bye and I heard one last scream from Ash before he told them to shut up and hung up.

I made my way to the terminal where’d she be in, and just stood there. A group of girls made their way over and asked for a couple of pictures. I agreed and they smiled as I took one with each of them. After they left, my eyes drifted to the girl walking towards me. She wore shorts with a black vest top and a plaid shirt wrapped around her waist.

The first thing I noticed was the shiny piece of jewelry that hung from her septum. It looked weird on someone like her, but there was also something so intriguing about it. As she came closer, I noticed the black ink that adorned her skin. It trailed from the top of her shoulder to her elbow. It looked like a bouquet of roses and daisies with no color.

I could tell that she was going to do more with it, as the closer she came, I noticed that the outline of the flowers where crimson red and purple

Her wide smile made me smile even wider, as she made her way to where I stood.

“Thanks for picking me up, Hood. I didn’t think that Sam would forget about me.” She said of her best friend, with a sad smile.

“No problem, Y/N.” I smiled at her and helped with her bags to the car.

The car ride was silent, and I could tell that she was waiting for me to say something on her tattoo and piercing, but all I could do was smile at her. I never actually noticed how attractive and beautiful she was.

“Luke and Ash have a party tonight, do you wanna come?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“Sure, just take me home to shower.”

“You look fine, Y/N."

"I need a shower though.” She smiled at me and wrinkled her nose. “I probably stink."

"You’re right, you smell like shit.” I said to her and she playfully smacked my arm, causing me to laugh at her.

When we got to her house, I helped her put all her bags in her room while she rambled on about how everything had been. She told me about the other models she worked with, and how her stylist had thrown a fit when she showed up the second day to a shoot and her arm was wrapped and they couldn’t cover it up with make up, so they just left it and made it work with the clothes she was given.

“I’m going in the shower.” She said as she made her way to her in-suite bathroom, leaving the door cracked open. I couldn’t keep my eyes from exploring her body as she removed her clothes. She took all her clothes off, turning around before removing her bra. I bit my lip in frustration as all the things I could do to her ran through my mind. I heard the water running, and tried to occupy myself with other thoughts besides fucking her against the shower wall.

“Cal?!” I heard her call. I shook my head and walked to the door.

“Yeah?"

"I forgot a towel, could you get me one? They’re on the top shelf in that closet.” She snuck her head from behind the curtain, covering up the rest of her body while pointing to the small closet in her room.

“Sure.” I walked towards it and pulled a black towel.

“Where do I put it?” I asked and she pulled the curtain to the side again.

“On the rack is fine.” She smiled and I smirked as she let the curtain drop a little, giving me a perfect view of her chest. She noticed what my eyes drifted towards and blushed.

“Calum!” She scolded me, narrowing her eyes. and covering up herself again.

“What? You’re perfect.” I whispered as I walked towards, removing my shoes in the process.

She watched my every move and bit her lip as I removed the shirt and jeans I wore, leaving me in only my boxers. I made my way towards her and removed the last piece of clothing before climbing in the shower.

I stood behind her and ran my hands along her sides and smirked as I felt her shudder and goosebumps raised on her hot skin.

“You’re really fucking sexy, you know that?” I whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe lightly. She shuddered again and turned around to face me.

“So are you.” She whispered back, her voice getting lost in the sound of the water hitting our bodies and the shower wall.

I looked at her face again, realizing that the piercing made her look exotic and interesting. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she bit her lip again, receiving a low growl from me.

“Don’t do that.” I pulled her lip out of her teeth, but she caught my thumb and began suck on it. I pulled it away crashed my lips on hers. I pulled away for air, biting her bottom lip.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waiting to do that.” She whispered against my lips, a smirk forming on my own.

“So you’ve fantasized about me before then?” I teased and smiled as her cheeks flushed a deep red.

“N-no.” She looked down, and then back up as soon as her eyes landed on my dick.

I lifted her chin and kissed her again, this time pushing her up against the wall. She moaned as my hands roamed down to chest and I moved my lips from her own to sponge kisses on her neck and chest.

“Mmm.” She hummed as I brought my lips to her nipple, nibbling lightly. She tangled her hands in my hair tugging at the roots, earning a low moan from me.

It all happened so fast and we were now a mess of tangled limbs as her legs were wrapped around my waist and I was holding her by her thighs. I pressed her harder against the wall and moved my hand down to her wet core.

“Who made you this wet baby?” I growled in her ear as my fingers rubbed circles on her swollen clit.

“Y-you di-.” She was interrupted by a loud gasp as I pushed in two fingers, pumping slowly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” I whispered in the crook of her neck, nibbling her on her skin. I sped up my pace as she sucked in a breath and my name escaped her lips in a loud moan.

“Calum..” She moaned against my lips as I removed my fingers and began to rub her clit in circles. “Fuck me.”

I didn’t think twice at her words, and removed my fingers from her and dropping her back down on her feet, causing a light whimper to fall from her lips. She began to pepper light kisses across my shoulders as I moved my body around to turn off the water.

“Mmm…” I moaned as she bit a particular spot on my neck. I moved around the shower and stepped out, taking her hand in mine and bringing her with me. As we reached the foot of her bed, she looked up and into my eyes, searching for any signs of regret at what we were about to do.

“Are you sure you want this?” She asked, pulling the bits of wet hair back.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” I kissed her lightly and walked towards the bed until the back of her knees hit the mattress.

We continued kissing as I pulled myself up and in between her legs, the tip of my dick touching her slit.

“Stop teasing, you ass.” She whispered, her breaths were coming in puffs as I slid inside her, a loud moan leaving both of our mouths.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.” I whispered in the crook of her neck as my thrusts became a little faster.

“Faster, please."

I began to move a little faster, but my stomach started to tighten and I knew that I wasn’t going to last very long.

"Baby, I can’t hold it anymore. I’m close.” I breathed out.

She nodded and then arched her back when I grabbed her leg and wrapped it around my waist, hitting her gspot everytime.

“Calum, I-I’m close..” She moaned and I started to suck on the damp skin of her neck. The water had dried off and now we were covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“That’s it baby, come for me.” I started to say as I felt clench around me and that was all it took for her to cry out my name as she shook from her orgasm. I came after her, the sight of her in her most vulnerable state being the thing that brought me to my high.

I collapsed on top of her, resting my head in her chest as she ran her hands through my hair.

“That was-”

“Amazing.” I finished for her, a huge smile taking place in her beautiful face.

“Now how about we forget that party and have a party of our own here?” I asked mischievously, sliding my fingers up her thigh and between her legs.

“Mmmm.” She moaned and then snapped her legs close, making me chuckle.

“Not happening Hood, I’m going to get drunk tonight and you’ll be the one coming home with me.” She kissed the tip of my nose and then sauntered off to the bathroom, leaving me semi hard again just from the sight of her bum.

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waitingrose · 6 years

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Honest Q&A: Round 4! 7x7 Table

Looks like everyone came this time! Good! I am happy to see that you all have taken an interest in these!

Well, right to business then. It looks like our readers picked something of an overarching topic today. Let’s see how this goes...

Faith is a belief in the right things. Who or what would you say you have the most faith in?

Maeryn: “I have faith in my family. They have been through so much and continue to work hard to keep all of us going. Especially my Father.” Helene: “Mine does too, Mae. I have faith in my friends. Lloire, Ikara, Destiny, Soren.” Silone: “Did you just say Soren? I am moving seats again. I have faith in my sister, Aeritria. And my knives.” Aeric: “Wait…you are Aeri’s sister? Yeah, we both are movin’ seats. I’ve got faith in Gideon, my brother. Also in th’Siren. She carries us through tough shyte.” Sunny: “Bear has faith in the Twelve, yes he does! Oh, you mean me? I have faith in ….my bow! It keeps me alive, yes it does!” Velestine: “People. I believe that anything and everything can change if we get behind each other. Sometimes, even the most dangerous ones will surprise you.”

Pride is an excessive belief in one’s own abilities. In what do you take the most pride? A particular skill? A remarkable achievement?

Maeryn: “I take pride in the small miniatures that I craft. I don’t know many people who do such a thing and so I…perhaps believe it is specific to me. Unique.” Helene: “Myself. I push my limits an’ like to test people who are bigger or stronger lookin’ than me, yeah? I don’t stop until I can’t move.” Silone: “Mmm, Pride. I am an exceptional artist and a master with a knife. How many people do you know than can fight in heels, hmm?” Aeric: “Yeah, ya really are her sister. I turned Captain at eighteen summers an’ been runnin’ my ship th’last five years. I know most routes through those waters better than any Captain I’ve met an’ I can do ‘em faster.” Sunny: “SHIP! I WANNA GO ON A SHIP! Row row row, your boat!” She bounces in her chair and then stills when Velestine places a hand to her arm softly. “Hehe! I got excited, yes I did! I can track and sniff out anything, yes I can! Let me at ‘em!” Velestine: “I missed you, Sunny. You warm my heart. I take a great deal of pride in my work. It takes patience and a little creative flare to craft potions and elixirs, but I have used that to help make soaps and lotions, teas, all sorts of things. I guess you could say ‘my craft’, actually.” Hope is taking a positive future view, that good will prevail. What would you say that you hope for the most?

Maeryn: “I hope that I can someday find a cure. But if not, then I wish to travel the world completely. See it all. Perhaps even have my stories on someone else’s shelf.” Helene: “Keep breathin’, mostly. Hope I can see my friends again. Stupid to wish for wars to be over because it starts another, every time. No one sits still, yeah?” Silone: “The slow death of anyone that sells people. I wish to rid the world of slave traders and their disgusting partners in crime. Maybe then some people can enjoy their life instead of living in fear.” Aeric: “I thought ya were scary before, but damn. I kinda like ya now. I hope to to fly, some day. I want t’rule sky an’ sea.” Sunny: “I hope for sweets, yes I do! If I can get sweets, it’s a good day, yes it is!” Velestine: “...I am going to adopt you as my own, Sunny. I hope for some quiet moments between the fighting. As Helene stated, it never comes to a close. Would be nice if it did but I am sure we would find a way to occupy our time that was just as destructive. So, I hope for peace, in small measures.”

Envy is wanting what others have, be it status, abilities, or possessions. Is there someone or something you are envious of? It doesn’t have to be a huge all-consuming envy, even something small.

Maeryn: “I don’t envy anyone, really. Everyone has something that is different from another but that is what makes us so interesting.” Helene: “Feelin’ about the same on that too, yeah? No point thinkin’ on it. Focus on your sword and their sword, an’ nothing else.” Silone: “Pride. Envy. Starting to sound like sins in this list and I am very, very pleased over it. As for being envious, of course. We all want something someone has. For me, it’s a family.” Aeric: “Ya seem a lot softer this round. I envy th’Sky Pirates. It’s a bigger freedom to be up there an’ I want that too. Not t’mention they got a King I wanna meet.” Sunny: “I wish I was as BIG as a ROE so I could eat non-stop, yes I do!” Velestine: “I would cook all day for you, sweet girl. I would say that I am envious of…hmm, that is a good question, actually. Perhaps people who own their own homes. I have always lived with others and traveled the lands but havn’t had a place to call mine just yet. I would like a small house in the Shroud somewhere with plenty of room for my gardens.”

Charity is concern for, and active helping of, others. Do you believe yourself to exhibit this virtue? Be it yours or another’s, what act or moment stands out for you as a charitable one?

Maeryn: “I help someone whenever I can, and I know a few others who do the same. I could stand to be a little better at it, though. Helene: “I gave most of my winnings and food to the kids and families in the camps outside Ul’Dah, while I was there. Do the same in the Reach too, yeah? Can’t give those, I give my time.” Silone: “I hunt down those that sell people. I think that counts, don’t you?” Aeric: “Hahahahaha! Want somethin’, fuckin’ work for it. Not above helpin’ someone in trouble but handouts? No. Plenty of work t’find if ya look hard enough. I came from nothin’ and didn’t ask for anythin’ I have.” Sunny: “Oh! Oh! I always share! I also help people get where they are going, yes I do! I am a guide, yes I am!” Velestine: “I spend a lot of time with the orphans in the cities. I am fond of reading to them and I bring fresh baked cookies and muffins along in my basket each time. I wish I could do more for them but sometimes time is more valuable than gold.”

Gluttony is the desire to eat or consume more than you require. What is the one thing best guaranteed to show off your gluttonous side?

Maeryn: “Hmmm, I don’t eat too much to be honest. If we are speaking in the sense of food, that is. I am a glutton for stories, though. Could never grow tired of listening to someone speak of themselves.” Helene: “Shouldn’t eat so much of anything, yeah? Harder to burn it off. But if I go with Mae’s idea, I think I can’t get enough exercise. Just gotta keep moving all the time.” Silone: “Wine, to be sure. Always have a glass near me when I paint and pour one when I get home. Have my own little collection of them, as well.” Aeric: “Can’t stop myself when I get ahold of fresh meat. Bein’ on th’sea means nothin’ but jerky, fish, an’ the like. Get back on land? Goin’ t’hurt myself on some red meat. Answerin’ ahead for the the ball of energy, she is goin’ to say sweets.” Sunny: “SW—hey!” She giggles and swishes her tail about happily. Velestine: A soft slip of laughter is heard, and she reaches over to pull Sunny into a warm embrace. “Far too easy, sweet one. I myself can never get enough baked goods or delicious food of any kind. It is a wonder I keep my figure.”

Fortitude is never giving up. With as many strong willed people as there are here, I imagine this will prompt good responses. What is it you would never give up on? Is it a person, a goal?

Maeryn: “I could never give up on my family. They do not with me, even if I am a bit of a pusher when it comes to some of the rules we have.” Helene: “I don’t give up in general. But…lately, it became a person. And I am shiftin’ my focus to be the best I can for them. An’ their goals. Shields protect those that hold them, yeah?” Silone: “I won’t give up on my sister. We spent many years apart and I refuse to let the distance keep us any longer.” Aeric: “My brother’s dream. Leave it there.” Sunny: “Never give up! Never surrender! Fight fight fight—Oh! Sorry I punched you, mister, yes I am! You are okay though, yes you are. I don’t give up, see!?” Velestine: “I could never give up on anyone. Especially not when they are hurt or in need. I have the stubborn soul of a healer and that doesn’t always win me awards with my patients or friends, unfortunately. But my heart will always keep me from walking away.”

Lust is a powerful craving for things such as sex and power. Do you feel that you give in to those temptations easily? What do you lust after the most? Maeryn: “I uh, well. That uhm. That is a question. Mm, for the sake of graces, I will say that I pass.” Helene: “Shouldn’t let that distract you, yeah? I don’t seek either, but I won’t deny the first with the right person. Time and place.” Silone: “Mmmm, I knew this one was coming. I crave both. Something about the way you can take control of someone utterly in their most vulnerable state. Or overwhelm them in every way. Makes you feel alive.” Aeric: “…” He clears his throat. “Yeah, same.” Sunny: *She is just a fit of giggles* Velestine: Laughing right along with her for a moment, she soon composes herself. “I crave touch more than either of those. I am very fond of it and feel a deeper connection through the sensations either in my feet or my hands. Because of this, I am want to reach for people openly.”

Justice is being fair and equitable with others. It is the guiding principle of certain Dark Knights. Do you believe in justice? Is such a thing possible in the world we live in?

Maeryn: “Yes, I do. We must have some laws in place or people would hurt one another without restraint. But it is not for me to make such a call and I know sometimes it should be bent. Perhaps I simply see it as a loose ideal.” Helene: “War has no place for that stuff, yeah? One side says it’s in the right, other says the same. You an’ the guy in front of ya both have family and loved ones to come home to. If you think too much on it, you end up dead or runnin’ yourself into the ground with guilt. Justice is best done by the moment.” Silone: “I make my own justice.” Aeric: “Eh, not all laws are good, Mae. Some are kinda outdated an th’like. Sunny: “I am always fair, yes I am! I split my cupcakes evenly, yes I do! Oh! You mean…oh okay I got it! I think. Uh, yes? Maybe?” Velestine: “It is hard to say one way or another, so I believe my answer would be flexible. It depends on the moment and what is happening and who was involved for me to say which I prefer. I will always believe that there must be a balance to life and sometimes we must take matters into our own hands to tip the scales back. And sometimes, we must leave it to others.”

Anger is the loss of rational self-control and the desire to harm others. Are you one to lose control to your anger? What was the worst case of letting it loose that comes to mind?

Maeryn: “I do not lose my temper. I believe I have done so maybe once or twice but I tend to wish to speak before it escalates to that.” Helene: “Can’t let it consume you, yeah? I go the opposite when mad. I get quiet an’ focused. Like my blood is cold. But I don’t lose control.” Silone: “I am quite the same. I exude calm and patience when my anger is tested but I have lost it before. I once saw someone I cared for come to harm and I am not quite sure what happened after.” Aeric: “Black out anger. Yeah, if I wasn’t told, Aeri would be your sister. As for me? Taken my axe ‘an gun t’plenty of people. Takes hurtin’ someone I care for to get me full rage. So, they deserve anythin’ comin’ for ‘em after that.” Sunny: “I am never angry, no I am not! Someone upsets me, and I walk away, yes I do! I got angry before, but I threw the box out the window, yes I did. It was mean as can be and wouldn’t open, no it wouldn’t!” Velestine: “I have lost control once before and it was because of a very traumatic moment I was witness to. Like Helene stated, I am also a cold sort of anger when I reach that point. Admittedly, it takes a lot to get me there.”

Prudence is care of and moderation with gil. This one is a bit simpler. Are you a gil-pincher or do you spend with abandon?

Maeryn: “I do not get out much, I am afraid. So, I would say I pinch gil, to be sure. My family is fond of saving and I believe I learned it from them.” Helene: “I don’t need much, yeah? Keep my armor in shape, keep my weapon ready, keep myself fed and clothed. Anything else is just extra.” Silone: “I live in a very comfortable lifestyle and enjoy keeping it up. But I earn as much as I spend. I won’t turn down a beautiful piece of furniture if I believe it will look good in my home.” Aeric: “You look th’type to spend money. I’m middle? Spend a lot on my girl, th’Siren. Not a lot on myself. Spoil her rotten, though.” Sunny: “I hold gil all the time, yes I do! Pinching it doesn’t do anything, no it doesn’t! Why would someone hold it all day? OH! Oh, I get it! I like to spend it on food, yes I do!” Velestine: “I don’t like to spend any of it, if I can. I would much rather make or gather the things I need and what I can’t, I will buy from local merchants first and foremost.”

Greed is the desire for material wealth or gain. Some might think this goes hand in hand with prudence but that is not the case. Even those who string their gil-pouches tightest can be known for their charity or simply do not fret over making more gil. Are you a take-take-take sort? Is the gathering of wealth important to you?

Maeryn: “My family has always been ambitious, and I suppose I inherit that in a different way. Wealth is not important to me, but it is a part of my life. I wouldn’t be upset if we lost it by tomorrow.” Helene: “They can keep it, yeah? Not interested in fancy pillows and houses.” Silone: “My family was dirt poor. I fought to be better than that and I am now. So yes, in a sense, I am Greedy.” Aeric: “Yeah, guilty. I am all about th’makin’ of gil an’ the wealth of it in th’long run. I want an airship an’ all that comes with it. I give back to those that help me an’ hard work earns part of the take. But I don’t want to be piss poor again.” Sunny: “I’m not greedy, no I am not! My purse strings are tight though, yes they are! People steal! Mean mean people.” Velestine: “I…by the gods, you are precious. I myself am keen on keeping some savings for a rainy day but no, I do not consider myself to be the greedy type.”

Temperance is moderation of needed things and abstinence from things which are not needed. In essence it is the opposite of gluttony. Is there anything that you find you abstain from that you wish you did not?

Maeryn: “No, I wouldn’t say so. I enjoy every little moment I can.” Helene: “I wish I was better about bein’ touched. Most of the time, my muscles lock up.” Silone: “Something happened to cause that, I imagine. I abstain from being emotional about things.” Aeric: “Nope. Do what I want, when I want.” Sunny: “Me too, me too! I like to do everything, yes I do!” Velestine: “I would like to be better about some things but overall, I wouldn’t say I hold back too much.”

Sloth is laziness and the avoidance of work. Somehow I don’t see that being of much concern with this group, but what would you say is your laziest habit?

Maeryn: “Oh, I will pay someone to run a package down to the moogle mail carrier instead of taking the stairs myself. I am sometimes winded easily.” Helene: “Just need to run more, yeah? I could be more lazy with things but that kinda ties into the last question.” Silone: “I would rather pay someone to clean the gallery instead of doing so myself. I have often also had things delivered which would have taken me less time but, why waste my own time?” Aeric: “I let Gid handle organizin’ the cargo. I am shit for organizing anythin’, really.” Sunny: “I like to take lots and lots of naps, yes I do! I wake up SUPER early but I nap so many times. Unless we are moving and then I can’t, nope nope nope!” Velestine: “Hmm, I would say I enjoy naps as well but that is only due to my horrible habit of staying awake through the night most days. But I would much rather let someone carry something for me than do so myself. A bag is fine but I will find someone to haul something large well before I attempt to do so.”

Thank you for taking the time out of your busy days to give some insight into your inner thoughts for our readers. I know today’s questions were a little tougher than some of the ones before but I hope you don’t begrudge me asking you. Before you go, what do you all think of me?

Maeryn: “I think you are nice and I don’t mind them in the slightest. Look forward to speaking with you again.” Helene: “Nothin’ much to say! Don’t have a problem, yeah?” Silone: “I suppose you are all right. Could stand to have a nicer taste in clothes.” Aeric: “Do a fine enough job, I think.” Sunny: “Is that thing real?” She pokes the mustache. “IT IS! IT IS! IT WIGGLES, YES IT DOES!” Velestine: “Sunny, no need to poke the nice man’s face like that. I understand you are curious, though. Anyway, I think you are very patient and kind. Your genuine interest in us is impressive.”

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