A Monstadtian Summer could mean several things in the Court of Fontaine.Â
The most common meaning referred to an unseasonably humid summer that usually followed a period of heavy rain in Mondstadt. Mondstadtian Summers saw even the most prim individuals trade their layered suits and gowns for rolled up sleeves, light skirts, and loosened collars to keep the sweat at bay. Fashionable aristocrats took to the countryside while everyone else took to rivers and lakes in droves, trying to beat the sticky heat by any means necessary.
The second meaning was far more lurid, referring to the sickeningly sweet period of new relationships when a couple behaved like a pair of MondstadtiansâŚor at least what the prim, repressed gentry of the Court thought Mondstadtians behaved like.Â
The Nation of Freedom was widely "known" to be a hedonistic and barely civilized country without proper roads, cities, or anything resembling high society. It was said that Mondstadtians thought nothing of men and women taking multiple lovers, regularly raised children born out of wedlock, smoked hemp in broad daylight, and only married for a year and a day before renewing vows or parting like a passing breeze.
Such a nation of wine-soaked barbarians was said to be a land of rakes and harlotsâŚat least, that was a very common depiction in tawdry paperback novels. Bare-chested Knights of Favonius with broad shoulders and jaws like glaciers whisked repressed Fontish maidens off their feet and seduced them into debauchery while coquettish singers with undulating bosoms and short skirts swooned over any man with a Fontish accent. Even Inazuman light novels capitalized on the phenomenon with such hits as The Summer Barbatos Made Me His Bride and Is It Really Okay to Marry Four Mondstadtian Princesses at Once?
Personally, Furina found such plots to be tediously formulaic and was quick to bounce off any bodice ripper involving horny knights and bacchanalian rituals venerating a wine-soaked god. A hundred years of solitude (half of which was spent pining over her handsome Iudex) had made Furina something of an authority on good-natured smut. Tawdry romance novels gave Furina a glimpse into a world just outside her grasp, but even her favorite books were beginning to collect a thin layer of dust as her repressed desires found new and interesting outlets.Â
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jesse custer is GORGEOUS and an ASSHOLE honestly and i love dom so FUCKING much so???âŚ.yes.
WRITTEN with a reader with a vagina, and under the cut because - and i dont say this lightly - i think this is my best smut yet and donât feel like getting reported for it. warning for some blood at the end.
edit: i did NOT put it under a cut oh fucking well. its tagged.
Thinking of excuses was easy: the first time was an accident, something that just happened when he was giving you a ride home from the bar; the second time was the morning after when there were wandering hands and half asleep grins; the third time was because he knocked on your door at two in the morning, drunk on Ratwater whiskey and just had that smile of his.
The excuses got weaker after that, but they were easy to think of when it came down to it. After all, sleeping with the Preacher wasnât something to brag about, no matter how much you wanted to.
There wasnât a single good excuse that came to mind when Jesse backed you up against the altar, his mouth on yours and his hands already working at the button of your jeans. When he lips came away, you both were gasping, chests heaving, and your fingers trembled on his belt buckle. As his pants came undone and your fingers brushed the bulge of his cock, Jesse grasped your hips and turned around, pulled you flush against his body.
âI did always wonder what itâd be like to have you up here with me,â he whispered in your ear. His fingers were hot on the skin of your back. He tugged your jeans down over the swell of your ass, and his clothed cock pressed between your cheeks. âBending you over the altar.â
âBullshit,â you shot back, just as soft, just as strained as you grasped the wood that dug into your hips.
Jesse shifted behind you, and the cloth between you two was gone, his thick cock sliding between your thighs. âNow, why you gotta swear in a church?â he asked. His lips brushed your ear as a snort pushed from your mouth.
âVersus what weâre doing?â The words caught in your throat and your face warmed at how easy you parted for him at the first thrust of his hips. He hissed an incoherent string of words as he dropped his head to the crook of your shoulder, where his teeth sank into your skin. You moaned his name like an old worn prayer. Your fingers found his hair, combed through it, gripped it as he shifted, until his cock filled you to almost uncomfortable point.
The unlit candles on the altar shook with your movements, with every hard snap of Jesseâs hips against your ass. The heat in your face grew. You leaned into the altar at the insistent press of his hand on your back. His hand moved, shifted from your back and around, down your stomach, his fingers searching until you swore his name and dropped your chin to your chest. They rubbed your clit in frantic circles and your curses grew in volume until they were nothing but breathless gasps.
Your orgasm hit you hard, and fast, something that happened often when Jesse Custer got his hands on you. Your walls clenched around him. You threw your head back, as he leaned into you, and the both of you snorted and snickered and released a string of breathless giggles when your head smacked his chin. It didnât stop him, though. His hand grasped yours around the edge of the altar, and his lips left sloppy kisses over your jaw as his thrusts became faster, until his hips jerked and he buried his cock deep within you. A shiver rolled down your spine when he came, when his fingers splayed over your pelvis to keep you close, to keep himself balls deep until the both of you were panting and leaning on each other for support.
You turned your hand around in his grasp and laced your fingers through his. Jesse whispered your name, his breath hot on your ear, as he lifted that hand you now held. âI think you busted my lip,â he murmured. Your curled fingers pressed against his chin as he checked, and his other hand lifted from your body to run his thumb over your jaw.
You managed to turn enough to see the blood welling in a split. You would have grimaced if you werenât so relaxed. âWhoops?â you managed.
âWhoops?â he repeated. You nodded. The hand by your jaw moved, gripped your cheeks to turn your head until he could kiss you. You could feel his cock, half flaccid but still sitting between the lips of your cunt, growing hard again. His mouth left yours. âI got an idea for how you can apologize.â
Summary: with Dr Casey Valentine being promoted to junior fellow under the direct supervision of her former lover, Dr Ramsey. Will the pair remain professional or will love win?
A/N: this is what I want to happen in book 2 but we all know that PB will tease us with a slow burn again. Characters belong to Pixelberry, I'm just using them for my own amusement.
Words: 1,023
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey & MC
Rating: đđ over 18's only!
Chapter One - Desire
Her mouth agape as she watched Dr Baneji disappearing down the corridor, Ethan's expression a mirror of her own as they stood side by side as Naveen disappeared from view. Shaking her head as she turned to face her former lover.Â
"How is this going to work?" She whispered softly, her eyes meeting his "you're my direct supervisor? Can we work closely after what happened between us?"Â
"Rookie?" He sighed, "we have too, you know that right?" His fingers brushed against hers. Ghosting the soft skin of her palm as a tear rolled down his cheek "we have to keep our feelings in check. We have to remain professional colleagues!"Â
"But...but we...we" her voice trailed off as she stared at his heartbroken, distraught face "we⌠"Â
"Casey? Come with me" his hand resting in the small of her back as he walked them to his office. Their footsteps echoed through the empty corridor as they stole glances at each other.Â
Stepping through the threshold, his hand pushing the door closed as he sucked in an anxious breath as he felt her presence against his back. Her arms wrapping around his waist.Â
"Ethan" she sighed as she rested her head on his muscular frame "we have something special, you're going to throw it away?" Her eyes glistening with a thousand tears threatening to flow freely down her porcelain cheeks.Â
Taking a breath as he spun around to face her, his heart breaking at the sight of her. Her face twisting with raw emotion "I don't want toâŚ" he choked "but Casey, you are directly under my supervision..I have to maintain a professional stance towards you. I'm responsible for you" Â
"How can you say that? After what we did? Twice!" She growled slightly as she strode across the room, slumping into the luxurious leather sofa in the corner of the room "do you remember that first time? At yours?" Her eyes meeting his once more.Â
"Of course I doâŚ" he whispered softly as he took a seat next to her, their knees brushing together "how could I forget?" Shaking his head as his lips curled into a smile at the memory "I wish things could have turned out different..." his smile faltering as his head dropped heavily "but...fate isn't that kind to me"Â
"Fate?" She scoffed "since when did you, Ethan Jonah Ramsey, leave things up to fate?" Her finger prodding his arm angrily.Â
"I don't but I lost you, clearly something pulled us apart"Â
"Yes" she scowled at him "you! You pulled us apart!"Â
"IâŚ.I didn't"Â
"Yes, you did! I think you're using this as an excuse" she sighed softly "we can still be togetherâŚ" her brown eyes pleading with his steely blue ones, smiling half-heartedly as she closed the gap between them, placing a tender kiss on his lips. Ethan's eyes fluttered closed as he melted into the kiss, his arms snaking around her waist pulling her delicate frame onto his lap. Their lips crashing together once more, a soft groan escaping Casey's throat as she felt his member twitch against her.Â
His heart skipped a beat at the feeling of their kisses, the passion, the intensity, was almost too much to bare. His hand lifting her skirt, just enough to skim the fabric of her panties, releasing a primal groan at the feeling of her wetness, her keenness to have him. Breaking the kiss, he gazed up at her lust blown eyes silently pleading with him to go further, to take things all the way.Â
"Please, Ethan?" She whispered softly "I need you!"Â
"CaseyâŚ" his gaze trailed down her beautiful face resting on the rise and fall of her ample breasts, her breath coming quick and fast. Tightening his grip on her, he lifted her just enough to reach his other hand down to the zipper of his jeans, sucking in a breath as he felt his manhood spring from its confines "I want you, I need you but I...I don't have a condom with me" he sighed.
"I...I don't care. I need you, Ethan! Please" she bucked her hips, breathlessly against his stiff member, her hand pulling her barely there underwear aside, a groan escaping her lips as he stroked himself against her centre "pleaseâŚ" she sighed, biting her lip.Â
Their eyes meeting as a flash of raw passion enveloped them both, their need for each other overriding the risks, the complications becoming a distant memory as he slammed into her, filling her so completely, a groan escaping both lips as she rolled her hips. His head falling back against the wall as he was mesmerized by the feeling of her covering him, fitting against him like she was the missing piece of his puzzle.Â
Her fingernails ghosting his skin leaving puckered dents across his shoulders as she gripped for traction. Her head lolling back as she whimpered, ever so gently, the pace speeding up as she slammed herself up and down his shaft with a heated frenzy. A rush of wetness, a groan of bliss escaped her lips as she fell forward, his arms wrapping around her protectively, the feeling was too much for him as he groaned softly into her ear, his balls exploding sending his hot cum into her.Â
"I'm sorry" he whispered softly as he tucked a strand of her coppery red hair behind her.Â
"For what?" She sighed "please tell me you don't regret that?" A tear rolling down her cheek.Â
"No!" He cursed himself internally, his thumb brushing away the tear "I meant I'm sorry for coming in you"Â
A light chuckle escaped her lips as she smiled up at him "that's okay. I'm on the pill anyway."Â
"Casey, why didn't you say that?" He groaned half-heartedly.Â
"Guess it slipped my mind," she smiled, shrugging her shoulders "Ethan?"Â
"Yes?"Â
"Where do we go from here?" Her gazing dropping to his chest.Â
"I..I don't know" he sighed heavily, his breath tickling her ear "but I do know that..I..IâŚ." His finger tracing her jaw as he tilted her head back up "I love you"Â
"I love you too!"
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Nsfw Skekzok's first time in a stripclub was on accident. He probably saw advertisement for a gentleman's club thought it was a classy men's only club. Only find out its a strip club? Nsfw promt?
(I honestly love how an off hand comment in a little fic is now going to be a hilarious adventure XD )
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Nighttime had appeared, painting the sky in black as two skeksis- now human- walked along the dark sidewalks. SkekZok, ever curious of this new world, kept his eyes moaning the city. Beside him was SkekVar, an unlikely friend for him, but the only one who didnât wish to join Ariel, or the other skeksis in their shenanigans or adventures. Instead, SkekZok wished to look for more about this world, maybe find that museum she mentioned was nearby.
âwhat does that say?â SkekVar finally spoke, pointing a meaty finger at a flashing sign. Like many of the other skeksis, he had found it difficult to learn Earthâs(Or at least, Americaâs) writing system. Luckily for the former general, SkekZok was able.
âhmmâ His eyes narrow, reading the neon words curiously. âit says âgentlemenâs clubâ Whatever that means, neither were sure.
âWhatever it is, surely it has good drinkâ SkekVar finally decided, âIâm going,â And so he went, Skekzok not too far behind, giving an exasperated sigh. Normally, he would just leave him to do as he wished, but he knew how much of a shitshow heâd be in were Ariel to find out about him leaving the- less than intelligent- general to his own devices in a larger than life world that they couldnât navigate through, especially when he was the one with the only cellphone.
Entering the establishment was..odd to say the least. They only thanked Thra Ariel was *Somehow* able to procure some certificates for them, giving them Idâs.Â
They took a seat, loud, near obnoxious music met their ears, and SkekVar almost growled along with him to leave-
that was, until they noticed the...scantily clad women upon a metal pole on the stage. What in the name of the crystal were they doing? He had seen dancers, but never such kind before. He glanced over to SkekVar, only to see him watching with wide eyes, a mix of hunger and curiosity.
Well, it seems they could stay for a little while. Maybe they can find out what this place was later, after they order a few drinks and watch the odd show before them.
Summary: Explicit. The big bad wolf has come for his claim.
A/N: Iâm obligated to at least do one smut, also donât hate me for what youâre about to read. Also this is my first time writing this sort of thing, so I hope itâs just okay at best.
[AO3]
Danger hides, danger lurks; stalking in every corner and concealing itself in the darkness, however Kuvira does not fear for what lies in the shadowsâthe beyond and unknown, sheâs too old and having lived quite a life with more to come. Besides, it sure is a beautiful night out in the woods and it would be an offense if she were to ignore her very nature. After all, beauty can, too, be found in danger.
âToo bad no one is here to spend it with me!â she exclaimed to no one with her voice echoing loudly in the empty woods, saved for the faunas wandering around. If she hadnât dressed up so nicely for the night she might've hunted them down, boredom makes her hungry sometime. âHeâs late.â She grunted, crossing her together.
Baatarâs never late and he wouldâve let her know by now if thatâs the case, always the gentleman. Though, she asked herself whether or not she should be worry. âItâs quiet.â She stood still, eyes scanning the area.
Too quiet, might she add with narrowed gaze, observing her surroundings. She finds it suspicious, seeing how still everything became, not even a single breeze blew by as if time itself freeze. And sheâs alone, not even a wandering deer or a scurrying rabbit canât be felt.
Somethingâs not rightâŚat allâŚ
âHowâŚominous,â she commented when a strong breeze suddenly came by with leaves flying everywhere. She shivered despite the fact she could no longer feel the cold, then her eyes turned wide; a howl coming from the distant. âOh noâŚâ She commented, turning her head to look up at the sky, the clouds had parted ways to reveal the moon was at its absolute brightest and fullest tonight.
âShit,â Kuvira cursed, scowling up at the sky â specifically â at the moon. âThis is just great, really fine and dandy.â Her arms gesticulated in a wild manner. Another howl can be heard, one that is closer prior to the first; the sound of the bushes rustling and leave breaking drew her back to sanity.
âWhoâs there?â Her head whipped to the source of the noise. Nothing responded to her in return, going on ahead to investigate. âI said whoâs there?!â She demanded to know, eyes glowing menacingly, and before she can take another step, a large and looming shadow towered over her. Frozen on her spot, she slowly turned to see a monstrous form, standing at least nine feet tall, growling at her face.
Instead of running in fear like what any mortal, or coward, wouldâve done, Kuviraâs expression twisted into one of annoyance. âYouâre late.â She uttered, glaring at him.
Baatar responded to her with another growl. His breath can be seen in the nightâs cold air, panting heavily with his tongue lolled out, eyes dark and wild; the hair covering his body prickled up.
âAre you okay?â Kuviraâs brows furrowed when she took immediate note of his strange behavior. She took a step back, examining him closer from head toâ âOh!â If she was still a living human being, she wouldâve been blushing.
What greeted her was his fully erected cock.
Looking back up, Kuviraâs breath hitched to suddenly see his face was inches away from hers, sniffing the air around her before she was instantly pounced and pinned down onto the ground, catching her off guard. He wasnât done yet however, continuing to sniff around her before pressing his snout against the crook of her neck; a feeling that sent shivers down her spine. She knew what he was trying to look for, reaching up to the buttons of her top and undoing them to reveal a mark on top of her breast.
A low rumbled left Baatarâs chest when his mateâs scent overwhelmed his senses, licking the mark he had left on her body hundreds of years ago. He was hungry, a hunger no one but only she can satisfy.
Seeing the all too familiar look on his face, Kuvira shook her head then shouted, âDonât even thinkââ
The sound of fabric being ripped in shreds filled the air, leaving Kuvira completely bare on the ground and disgruntled at what just occurred. After all, Baatar completely tore her â a mortal saying â vintage clothes. A resigned sigh left her lips, still looking up at him and pinned down by him. Sheâs canât be too mad at him in his current state, and now, thereâs more important things that calls to her.
âWell?â she started, raising a brow at him. âWhat are you waiting for?!â Her eyes were blazing, pooled with desire. She could feel the fire burning in his loins, the carnal lust thatâs beating rapidly in his heart, and his cock already dripping with pre-cum, needing to fill his seeds in his mate.
As if he heeded to her words, Baatar didnât waste any more time when he tightened his hold on her thighs, thrusting his cock into her pussy. He felt her body shuddering beneath his, how her body responded to his: open and wet, practically purring at him and ready to sate his appetite. And without further ado, he started to move.
His thrusting was anything but gentle or soft, as it is in his nature for a creature like him. It was rough, and even with her ability to withstand almost anything, it still hurtâthriving on it, as it is, too, in her nature for a creature like her. Itâs no wonder they â creatures of the night â gravitate towards one another.
Theyâre perfect for each other despite the bitter rivalry between their kinds, spanning even before the start of humankind. Their kinds would never approve of such relation and they would both die a bloody death if word of their union ever got out, but lucky for them, their kin remains oblivious. They were safe for now.
âIs that the best you got?â Kuvira said, giving him a wicked look. âI know you can do better.â
Oh Baatar knew he can definitely do better, taking her challenge at heart, or rather, his heat. He started to move harder against her, her slick folds making it easier for him to move. It felt good to be joining together as one once more, especially after the night searching for his mate, guided only by her scent and her faint arousal. But her arousal was stronger now, almost overwhelming his senses.
âHarder.â
A growl was emitted from his throat as he, once again, moved harder. Hearing her sweet moans filled him with delight, shivering at how her hands ran through his fur and how she breathed heavily into his pointed ear. He leaned his face down to her chest, lapping his tongue across her mark. His mark.
âHarder.â
He relented. She was deliciously tight and her cunt felt so good around his cock, feeling her legs wrapped around his hips to pull him in closer, moving her hips along with his and jutting them upwards, rubbing up against him. Pride surged through the werewolf, continuing to ram his hips against hers with the sound of their flesh hitting against one another filling the air, but her cries were even louder with his growls and told him repeatedly never to stop. His cock hitting her in ways that left her wailing like a banshee, writhing and cryingâ
âHarder.â
Baatar nearly snapped her neck, looking down at her with a great annoyance, and yet, he still obeyed. He pulled out â a desperate moan leaving her lips at the sudden lost of contact â his shaft, glistening with her arousal under the moonlight. Without warning, he pulled her legs apart, rubbing the tip of his cock against her dripping pussy before thrusting back inâhard and fast. His claws digging deep into her thighs, leaving trails on the ground as he drove himself deeper into her body.
He picked her up, on his knees now. Kuvira started to move down on him, throwing her head back, letting out a cry. Her fangs protruded with her mouth, practically gleaming under the moon before her teeth sank deep into his neck, piercing through his skin. His blood flowed down into her throat, shuddering when she drank from him greedily, her belly filled and warm. And Baatar welcomed it wholeheartedly, pleasure was all he felt; a euphoric high for them both.
Kuvira continued to ride him, pulling her mouth away from his neck. Her nails were sharp, digging into his shoulders as she pushed down against him harder; her breathing turned into pants, quick and heavy. Her eyes shut, throwing her head back to let out one last cry when she finally came, shaking to her very core.
It wasnât long until Baatar soon followed, pulling her body close against his when her walls clamped down on his cock when she finally came all over him. His cock pulsated inside her, howling loudly into the night when his seeds flooded inside her. Her body was cold against his hot one.
âGood boyâŚâ Kuvira panted, catching her breath, ââŚmy love.â She said, kissing his snout.
A deep rumbled emitted from his chest before he started to move again; he was hard, and judging by the smell of her sex, she wants it too. Just as badly as he does, it overwhelmed his senses once more. There is no shame to that and it matters not to these immortals. After all, the night is young and things have truly just begun.
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Baatar fretted, making sure the curtains were drawn securely and the windows were covered, keeping the sunlight out. He turned his eyes back to Kuvira who was lying on the fur rug in front of the fireplace with a worried expression. As he should be, they barely made it in time; they were lucky the cabin has long been abandoned. âAre you all right?â He asked, afraid he didnât make it on time. Â
âFor the hundredth time, yes, Iâm fine,â Kuvira groaned. Her skin still felt hot however, a sensation that felt like her entire body has been set on fire, but sheâll live, just as long as she stays away from the sun for the rest of the day.
Baatar opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Kuvira who simply put a hand up in the air.
âReally, Iâm fine,â she said, giving him a reassuring look. Itâs fortunate he managed to find the cabin just in time before the sun fully came up. âNow stop worrying and get in here with me, you owe me.â
âI just saved your life,â he said, getting into the makeshift bed with her on the floor in front of the fireplace. âWhat do I even owe you?â
âWell, for starters, I was right all along: your heat was this monthâs, not like you initially thought.â She gave him an âI told you soâ look. âYou also owe me a proper dateâŚand some new clothes.â Her tone didnât give him a chance to dare say his piece. She was too tired and â other than nearly getting burned by the sun âher body was still aching all in the right ways from last night.
Baatar opened his mouth once more before he slowly closed his mouth, bowing his head down in defeat. Best not argue with her on this one. âYes, maâam.â He said, kissing her shoulder blade, holding her close before it wasnât long until they both fell into a deep slumber.
