#And am visibly aroused at the idea of hurting

[accioboobs]

NSFW — morning sex, soft, dom!ellie sub!reader (ellie x fem!reader)

The sun slips through the crevices of the blinds, spilling into the room in delicate rays of golden. The harmony of birdsong gently fills the room as it slips past the slightly open window. It’s warm enough to let the soft summer breeze coax you from a delicate slumber, and your eyes flutter open at the sounds and smells of early August.

The fresh sheets are crumpled, one of your legs is wrapped in the white fabric while the other lays on top of it. A tender hand caresses the skin of your bare thigh and you squint through tired eyes, sensitive to the morning light.

Your girlfriend peers down at you, propped up by her elbow, head resting in hand. Her thick strands of auburn are perfectly messy, eyes drowsy and lips pouty from sleep and your kisses the night before. The honey beams stretch across her face, accentuating each and every freckle that illustrates her skin. You smile up at her, capturing her addicting scent as you breathe in.

“Morning.” You mumble through a tired voice.

“G’morning.” Ellie says back, “how'd you sleep?”

“Good,” you sigh happily, “and you?”

“Best sleep in a while.” She grins slowly, closing her eyes to bask in the warm air.

She reaches out for you, gathering you in her arms and burying her face in the crook of your neck. She leaves gentle kisses down the skin, pressing her nose into you and inhaling deeply.

“You smell so good.” She mutters against you, “so sweet.”

Her hands slide down your bare sides, already stripped of clothing from the night before. Her nails lightly graze at your waist, then slip a lot lower, cupping at your ass and giving it a soft squeeze.

“Hurts?” She asks through a smile.

You roll your eyes playfully, “a bit.”

“M’sorry.” Ellie grins into your neck, “I’ll take care of you today, promise.”

She’s always so sweet after a rough night, a side she reserves only for you. It shocked you at first to see her this way when she’s usually so rigid, but her heart melts for you and she’s not worried about being so vulnerable.

Your fingers lace through her hair, brushing out the tangles carefully as her lips journey across your collarbones, carefully kissing the purple marks she left to tattoo your skin. You instinctively wrap your legs around her body as she rolls over on top of you, weaving your hands together and pinning them into the pillows.

“Just relax, m’kay?” She whispers, her warm tongue dragging down your chest and taking a nipple into her mouth.

She sucks and bites it, but not roughly. She takes her time to worship your body, offering you quiet noises of approval to tell you how much she loves it. She caresses your boob with her hand, the other holding both wrists above your head now, and you whimper softly at the feeling of her tongue gently flicking over your hardened nipple.

“That feels good.” You sigh quietly and her eyes move up to admire your pretty face.

She moves her mouth away from you with a soft pop, letting go of your wrists to glide her hands down your navel. Her slender fingers reach between your thighs and she groans softly as they rest against your slick folds.

“This wet already?” Her green eyes glaze over as she stares up at you, pressing her fingertips carefully against your clit.

She scoots down, her body disappearing under the sheets so her head is the only thing visible. She gently spreads your legs, sliding her hands up your thighs and then pulling them down so they drape over her shoulders. She plants messy kisses across your lower abdomen, hot tongue swirling across the flesh and making your breath hitch.

“I love this body so fucking much.” She says in a strained voice, she sounds so desperate for you it makes you even wetter, “you have no idea how lucky I am to get to do this.”

Her lips move to your inner thighs, nose pressing into their softness as she inches closer and closer to the place she craves the most. The smell of your arousal and your soft whines are enough to drive her wild and she can’t take it anymore, burying her face between your legs.

“Mmmh,” she moans, causing vibrations to ripple through you, “s’good baby.”

Her licks are slow and drawn out as she cherishes the taste of your pussy, sucking gently on your clit before repeating a long, steady lick from your entrance and back to your clit again. She stares up at you, green eyes hazy and full of desire and it’s quite possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

You sweep dark strands away from her forehead, sliding a hand across her scalp and burying your fingers in her hair, gently tugging as she slowly starts to tongue fuck you. The sound of her heavy breathing and the lapping at your wetness travel upwards to harmonize with your soft moans. Your head falls back against the pillows and your thighs squeeze around her head as you feel that coil in your stomach begin to unwind.

She spreads your legs even more, pulling her mouth away for a moment and sliding her middle finger between your folds. She slowly pushes it into your entrance but you hiss in pain and she quickly stops her movements, looking up at you with worry.

“You okay?”

“It just hurts,” your cheeks flush pink, “you know, after last night.”

Ellie frowns but you’re quick to ease her concern as you cup her cheek.

“Just keep using your mouth, that’s all I need.”

She pauses for a moment and then pushes herself up, flipping over so she’s laying on her back. You look across at her in confusion and a smile tugs at her lips.

“Sit on my face.” She says almost desperately.

You hesitate for a moment, chewing at your bottom lip and she reaches out for you.

“C’monnnn.” She coaxes, a lazy smirk on her face.

You crawl over and shyly sit on her hips and then slowly move so you’re hovering above her face. She reaches up, wrapping strong arms around your thighs.

“Mm-mm, don't hover,” she commands, fighting against your strength as you’re reluctant to put your full weight on her, “I want you to suffocate me, baby.”

With a yank you lose your balance and gasp as her face is smothered in your pussy. You feel her nose press against your clit and her tongue licks and sucks at your entrance, and you hear the sound of it sliding in and out of you. She moans loudly against you, sending waves of vibration to course through you. You tip your head back, whining her name as she eats you out as if she's starving.

You look down at her, face sandwiched between your thighs and dark eyes staring up at you. She’s so pussy drunk as you grind your hips against her open mouth, her tongue swirling around your clit and then sucking it over and over again until your thighs start to shake.

You grab onto her head for support, feeling yourself come undone as she forces you to rock against her face with her arms. You’re almost there, and with a last suck to your clit and a deep groan that ripples through you, you are sent over the edge.

You cry out, pushing yourself off of her before you completely crush her and you both lay beside each other, gasping for breath. She licks her lips, your come dripping down her chin and she leans over to kiss you, moaning as your taste meets both of your tongues.

“Good job, baby.” She mutters, kissing your cheek softly, “that feel good, huh?”

You can only nod, droplets of perspiration decorating your forehead and chest heaving as you recover from your orgasm. She chuckles lowly and sits up, stretching her arms above her head.

“Coffee?”

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[toxicanonymity]

I’m having raider joel withdrawals so I re read the series and I want to just say what a genius you are it’s sooooo goood omg. I just wanna follow him around like a house kitten while he takes care of the crazy world outside 🖤🖤

Thank you, seriously 🖤 Much more to come. I've got raider cooking on multiple burners rn. Ty for stirring them.

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1.5k words, raider!Joel x f!reader

A/N: This is something different. Hypothetical, couldn't get it out of my head. SUMMARY: Joel turns into a prude for a couple of days to find out how bad you want it. Then he gives you what you want. WARNINGS: I8+ jacking off, self-deprivation, riding, rough piv.

When you told Joel you loved him, it got him thinking about how you are with sex. He knew you came, but it never occurred to him that you might actively crave him.  That's what he keeps thinking about now, not the emotion of what you said. The idea of you really wanting him to take you is something he can't get off his mind, and it turns him on. But since he’s always driving things, how would he ever really know you wanted it? He’s not going to ask, "Do you really want it?” No way in hell anything like that is coming out of his mouth.  Instead, he can only try holding back to see if you make a move.  

He doesn’t fuck you for a whole day.  You’re puzzled and dejected.  You wake up at night to the sound of him groaning “oh, baby” over the rhythmic squish of skin in the bathroom. His breathing is labored and his grunts send a pang of desire between your legs. He moans, “ohh, oh—-ahh,” and you slide your hand into your panties. He groans, “Oh God” followed by a drawn-out sigh of relief, and the rhythmic noise stops.  “God damnit,” he mutters to himself. “What am I doin’.”

When the bathroom door opens, you pretend to be asleep, resigning yourself to blue balls. 

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The next day, he doesn’t try to fuck you either.  You’re sitting at the kitchen table and finally ask him, “Did I do something wrong?”  No, he’s not gonna talk about your feelings OR his.  

“Like what,” he asks. 

“I dunno. Do you still want me?”

“I have ya, sweet pea.  Somethin’ botherin’ ya?” 

Your eyes well up and you're unsure what to say since Joel clearly isn’t going to open up about whatever’s going on. A tear runs down your cheek and he gets hard.  When he adjusts himself, your eyes linger on the bulge in his jeans. You look at it and wet your lips, but it’s not enough for him to know for sure.  

Joel resolves not to touch himself again, no matter how much it hurts with his cock straining against his pants.  He sits back in the chair and manspreads, holding his hands behind his back in a stretch, making his arousal known and his lap very available. His jeans are thin, tight, and stretchy. The outline of his cock is visible on his thigh. You’re looking at his erection and salivating, and it’s taking all he has not to just rail you, but he doesn’t.

He takes a deep breath. He’s getting even harder watching you watch him, his massive hard-on pressing against his jeans.  He’s resisting the urge to even graze it with his wrist. Any relief will have to be initiated by you.  It’s a personal challenge now.  He can control himself, he knows it. He’s just never had a reason to. 

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You stand up from your chair. He brings his knees closer together as you approach him. You look to his eyes for permission and he opens his arms. You climb into his lap and hug him, as you’re prone to do–normally when you’re scared, he thinks.  He gently lays a hand on your back to comfort you, but you’re not scared. 

Your crotch is mid-thigh on him, close to his cock but not quite there.  You put your hands around his neck and scoot up.  He closes his eyes as your panties meet his stiff manhood through his thin, soft jeans.  You look down between you, and he looks with you, both of you looking at the growing shape in his pants.  You reach for it and trace the outline of his stiff length.  He clenches his jaw and breathes deeper through his nose. His cock twitches and grows even harder against your hand. He taps his foot, lifting his thigh against your hand a few times. 

"Can I?" You ask hopefully through blurry eyes. 

He nods, but he's not gonna do it for you. "All yours, sweet pea."

You're worried about snagging the zipper since his jeans are so tight and he's not wearing underwear. You bear your wrist down on his cock while you unbutton then slowly unzip his jeans.

You fold that side down and reach into his jeans.  He sighs at the first contact of your soft hand as it grazes his tip and wraps around his shaft. 

You take it out and you're salivating.  You climb down off his lap and onto your knees.  You hold his cock steady as you tongue the slit and take the tip into your mouth.  

"Oh, baby," he whispers as you suck on it. 

Your mouth holds his cock for you and you reach down to take your panties off, stepping your knees out of them. 

You look up at him pleadingly, and he's biting his lip with his brow furrowed as he watches you. 

"What do you want," he asks softly. You take it out of your mouth and hold it with your hand. 

"This," you say. 

"What?"

You shyly look away then return to meet his gaze and say, "your cock?" Like it's a trick question. 

"Oh, sweet pea," he groans. "I told ya it's all yours."

"Can I have some now" 

He nods way up and down like he's never been more sure of anything. "Take it."

You climb back in his lap. "It's so big," you say. "I dunno how."  

"Sure ya do.  You wet?" 

You lift your dress, tilt your hips forward, and swipe your fingers through your folds then show him the shine. He quietly sighs “Mmmm” and closes his eyes for a few seconds. Then you hover near his cock and bring the weeping tip to tease your clit, then your entrance. 

"Can I put it inside?"

"God damn," he exhales. "Just put it where ya want it," bordering on exasperated. 

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Mercifully, he at least holds it at the base for you.  You hold onto his bare shoulders and hover over his cock, then begin to sink down onto the tip. You groan at the stretch, and he winces as he tries to resist pulling you down. He gently rests his hands on your thighs and can't help but give them a little squeeze.

You gradually let all your weight onto him, sheathing his thick cock with your cunt. It fills you up and you shudder as he bottoms out. Your nipples harden under your dress. He can't resist a subtle rock of his hips, but just one. 

You put your wrists around his neck and begin to move up and down his length. 

"How's it feel," he asks.

"So good," you pant. "really missed it," you say on the verge of tears as you let yourself slide down on his length again.

Joel nods and whispers, "me too."

"You do it so much better," you whine.

Joel sighs but lets you keep going. This is something new for him and he’s captivated. You bring yourself up and down on him a few more times. His big hands go to your ass, but he's still letting you stay in control for now. You take him in a few more times then hesitate at the top.

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He moans painfully while you're at the top, then under his breath says, "Fuck" and abruptly pulls you down. He holds onto you, stands up without pulling out, and haphazardly dumps you on the table face-up. Right away he pulls back, then slams back into you with a sigh.   Your legs wrap loosely around him. He puts his palms on your breasts, wrapping his fingers slightly around your sides for leverage, and he pounds you. 

The table is moving with his effort. He holds you down with one arm so you don't drift away while he rails you harder than ever. Your skin sticks to the table. He gropes your breasts desperately as he fucks you with no mercy. The contact of his tip with your cervix is painful until your body adjusts. 

“Joel,” you sigh, then wrap your legs around him tighter.  His cruel length pummels your poor little cunt, making up for lost time.

He grunts as he gives it to you rough. 

He leans over you and fists your hair. "God damn, you take it good," he mutters to himself as his swollen cock rails into you.  He fucks you with the pent up need of two days which might as well be an eternity with you around. To you it feels like he's filling your whole body up, like your guts are moving out of the way for him. You whimper on the verge of coming. 

"Ohhh, take it," he pants. "Yeahh, fuck." 

You tighten your legs around him and let yourself unravel. The pleasure grabs you violently and you sigh as your cunt flutters around his cock. 

Joel says, "damnit, baby."  Then he plunges to the hilt and stays there as his cock begins to pulse. His neck veins bulge and throb as he fills you up with his cum.  He groans and slowly thrusts into you twice more, still coming. He puts his forehead on the table near yours, catching his breath.  

Then he pulls up his head and looks at you.  He lays a palm over your breast and asks, “You okay?”

You nod, “yeah. Much better.” 

He laughs and musses your hair. He pulls out and you whimper at the loss. 

“I know, sweet pea. But it's yours any time. ” 

You want to tell him “same,” but he already knows. 

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thank you so much for the raider love and thank you all for reading and engaging. it helps with the creative juices.

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[gingiesworld]

@dryhhgg request: Hi, can you do bunny!wandaxG!Preader? Maybe reader is a worker at a firm where the CEO is Wanda's father? I don't really have an idea. Thanks, your work is amazing!

My Little Bunny

Bunny Innocent Wanda Maximoff x Pervy GN! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Reader has a penis. Legal age gap. Reader is 35. Wanda is 20

18+ MINORS DNI

Taglist: @ginnsbaker

Y/N Y/L/N was an aspiring CFO for Maximoff Industries, working alongside Mr Oleg Maximoff himself. Of course they had met the Maximoff Twins. Pietro was aspiring to take his father's place as CEO when he retired whereas Wanda was wanting to follow her mother into nursing, but she had an obligation to attend the company parties her father had thrown quite often.

"Are you ok bunny?" Y/N asked as they approached Wanda with a smirk.

"I guess." She whispered as she looked out at the crowd of people. "These parties are just overwhelming."

"Pietro seems to be doing well." Y/N pointed out as the two watched as the more confident twin interacted with the investors.

"Yeah, he has the gift for this." Wanda sighed as Y/N grabbed her hand.

"Come on." They led her with them.

"Where are we going?" She asked them as they smiled at her.

"To get away from all of this madness." They said as they led her to their office. Opening the door for her and locking it behind the two. Heading to their desk and taking their whiskey from the draw with two glasses. "Here, it will help your nerves."

"I don't think it will." She whispered as she took a swig of the golden liquid.

"Why?" They questioned as they stepped closer to her. Looking down at her chest as her dress pushed her breasts closer and made her cleavage more visible.

"Because you make me nervous." She admitted.

"How do I make you nervous?" They questioned as they took the glass from her and placing it on the desk. Watching as she remained silent as she stepped back against the bookshelves. "Do you like being nervous around me?" They husked as the two bodies were pressed against each other. Y/N could practically smell the arousal dripping from her core. "I can smell it Wanda."

"What?" She whispered out nervously, feeling their breath on her neck as they licked up her vein as it stuck out.

"Your arousal. You are turned on just by being alone with me." They kissed her skin sensually. "I can't say that I haven't had thoughts about you too. My little bunny." They gripped her jaw, gazing into her eyes. "I remember seeing you in that costume last halloween. Fuck I jacked one out to the vision of you in that white and pink fur. Your breasts were absolutely ravishing and I want nothing more than to see my little bunny in all her glory." They kissed her lips roughly, their tongue entering her mouth, making her moan at the feeling of them exploring her mouth. She whimpered when they pulled away and sat in their desk chair. "Strip." They ordered her. She complied hurriedly, leaving herself in her white thong. "Everything off." They told her.

Smiling as she complied, they undone their belt and their pants, pulling them down and allowing their hardened dick to spring free.

"Sit." They patted their lap which she complied. Y/N ran their hand through her folds, closing their eyes as they felt her wetness before inserting three fingers. "Just need you to be ready." They told her as they thrust their fingers inside her, she whimpered at the intrusion but soon moaned in pleasure of being stretched out.

"Oh." She moaned when they brushed her g spot, dripping her arousal on their lap.

"I think your ready bunny." Y/N husked in her ear as they pulled their fingers out. Helping her guide themselves into her dripping cunt.

"Hurts." She whimpered as Y/N slowly lowered her down on them.

"Am I your first bunny?" They asked her as she nodded. "I'm going to be the only one who get's to have you like this. Fill you up with my cum." They bit her ear as they pushed themselves all of the way in. Helping her move her hips, watching as her face changed from pain to one of pleasure. Increasing their thrusts as they met them with fervour. "You feel so fucking good Wanda." They groaned as she moaned lewdly. Enjoying the feeling of their hands gripping her, marking her for their own.

"I feel like I'm going to pee." She squealed as Y/N quickened their movements.

"Don't fight it Wanda." They told her as they felt themselves getting closer to climax. "Just let it go bunny." Wanda screamed out in pleasure as she came as Y/N never slowed down. Making her squirt all over their lap as they slammed their load deep inside. "You will belong to me Wanda." They kissed her as she nodded in submission. Completely and utterly devoted to Y/N.

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[the-fluff-piece]

Headcanon: how they react to you telling them "you can do anything you want with me tonight"

This turned into a sexy roleplay headcanon while I was writing but I am okay with that. Sanji, Zoro and Law get a wish what to do with you for a night. It stays safe for work I promise!

Feel free to expand on it if you feel inspired, tag me pls.

Xfem!reader

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Zoro

As soon as the words leave your lips you kind of regret it. Zoros mouth twists into a lewd grin and his eye glints. "I'll make a list", he says and leaves you hanging for the rest of the day

The more urgent your questions get, the more wicked he grins. This was a bad idea.

When you two are alone, he leads you to his dojo. What happens next involves his favourite sake and his swords. Everything he likes in one place. You never actually train with him, he is far too advanced and far to bad a teacher. But he would love to fight you, one sword for each of you. He promises he won't hurt you, but he is really, really REALLY excited, it's a bit scary to see him pumped up like this. You know what he is capable of. He is only playing mit you, leaving you enough time to react to his strikes and get some in for him to parry. You soon realise that he is totally in control. When you don't manage to lift your sword to meet his, his blade stops inches from your skin with total precision. None of your strikes could ever touch him, but he seems to enjoy evading at the last second or holding his ground against you with ease. He is visibly getting more aroused with each exchange of strikes - until he finally ends it. He lets you charge one last time and throws his sword away. Moving out of your range to get you off balance and catching you in time before you fall. You see in his eyes that this is it and let your weapon fall to the ground as well...

Sanji

After a short period of realization what he had just been offered, his body kicks into overdrive and for the next ten minutes he will be a mumbling mess sprinting around the ship

When the first wave of absolute excitement subsides he is challenged to actually come up with something he always wanted to do. He is a little boy in a candy store.

Your room will be filled with flowers and the finest food Sanji could manage to get. It smells wonderful and as soon as you sit down, he will tell you his wishes for the night: to serve you in any way he can, the full program. You don't do anything. You get massages. He will get to stare at you all he wants. He won't even let you walk to the bed, he will carry you.

Law

Your generous offer leaves him a bit flustered. There are things he always wanted to do but never felt that he could bring it up. He ist still a bit nervous, but with the right preparation it might work. He'll need more time though.

Eventually you will find a slutty maid-style dress on your bed, a feather duster and a handwritten letter: "tonight, 8 p.m. in my study. Don't be late. Knock before you enter. Await further instructions." The dress is hardly reaching beyond your ass, there is a deep cutout und it's fastened along the side with snaps.

You knock. "Who's there? I am very busy" , Laws says from behind the door. "Uhm...it's me, as instructed" you answer. "Come in." You enter and find Law in a classic doctor's coat, jeans and no shirt. He is brimming with excitement as he sees you, but tries to sound as business like as he can: "Miss Y/n, the upper shelves need some dusting. "Now you see where this is going. "Of course Dr., I'll get on it right away", you coo, already stretching to dust the bookshelf. The dress doesn't reach as far down anymore. You don't get around to really dust anything that night.

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[lustbile]

Jaemin and innocent reader like him wanting to corrupt her bit by bit so he doesn’t put it in and instead just rubs her clit with his dick till they both come while he’s being soft but also degrading and loves the fact that only he gets to see her like this🥵🥵

mmmmm this is reminding me of a video I saw on twitter the other day that had me losing my mind. I’d link it but honestly im afraid of this post getting flagged for a link and not showing up in the tags so I will contain myself for now. But this concept always gets me like, no brain, no thoughts. 

Warnings: what’s in the ask, almost excessive use of pet names, reader character being visibly nervous, and just stuff that I think proves that I am mentally unwell. Pls enjoy

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“Shhh,” Jaemin hushes you, his hands trailing up your thighs softly as you lay beneath him. Your chest heaves as your breathing quickens from his touch, and your hardening nipples press tightly against the palms of your hands as you use them to shyly cover your chest, “don’t worry sweetheart, i'm not going to hurt you.”

You trust him, you really do. The way he looks down at you, with his eyes wide in admiration, makes your entire body feel warm, but you can’t help but squirm as his hands push closer to the band of your underwear. You had made out with the boy above you more times than you could count, always initiated by him as he pushed you farther and farther from what you're familiar with, but never have you been so bare below him. 

Your toes curl when he gently lifts your thighs, spreading them out until you feel a brush of cool air against the damp spot that’s formed in the seat of your panties. His hands feel so warm and rough as they push down at the bend of your knees, and if it wasn’t for the grip they hold on your flesh, you would have slammed your thighs shut in embarrassment. 

An involuntary whimper slips from your lips when he reaches to push the fabric of your underwear to the side, the dark look he flicks towards you making you hiccup and turn your face towards your shoulder. 

“Don’t act so innocent now,” he says, almost like a warning as he lays his fingers against you. He slips his digits through the arousal that drips from your body slowly, pulling your attention to just how much has built from just his mouth trailing your body, “do you hear how much your body likes me baby?”

The soft, wet sounds that come from the way he pets at you is audible. This, plus the way his acknowledgement of it makes you nervous, has his chest swelling with pride as a taunting grin fills his face. He thinks, if he puts his mind to it, he could stay here all day just playing with you. But the cute pout that pulls onto your face is just too much for him to handle, and if he doesn’t do something to you now, he’s afraid he himself might break. 

“Does it hurt?” He asks with a faux sympathetic nod, putting on a matching pout when you start to nod along with him.

“Yeah,” you admit softly, speaking truthfully at the way your clit aches from neglect. There’s also a small knot that you feel in the pit of your stomach, and even though it’s begging for the boy that stands between your legs, you have no idea how he already knows this without you telling him, “can you make it feel better Jaemin? Please?”

“Of course, baby,” he assures, pulling his fingers away and ignoring the way you squeak in disappointment from the small amount of friction his touch was giving you. You let out another sound when he casually licks the arousal that stuck to his fingers off, but this time he responds with a teasing wink. 

His hands move quickly against the clasp of his jeans, undoing the button and zipper while he locks you down with his eyes. You watch him with caution as he does this, and he can’t help the way his heart thumps wildly in his chest from the apprehension in your eyes. 

He hears the deep swallow you take when he pushes his pants and underwear down his hips, and he sees the way your eyes widen in shock when you see the size of him. Your thighs draw closed now without his hold on you, and he watches as your body starts to shift from nerves. 

“What’s wrong, little one?” He asks as he moves one hand two squeeze between your thighs, his other hand grabbing his length and moving forward until his tip presses against the fabric of your panties that shifted back to cover you. 

“Too big,” you whisper, straining your neck to glance down at where he prods at you through your underwear, hesitantly moving your hand down to push at his hip. 

“Don’t worry about that,” he laughs, grabbing your wiggling fingers and forcing you to hold your thighs open for him, “we won't be going that far tonight. I don’t think you’re quite ready for that. Okay?”

You nod your head, not confident in your voice as you wonder what he has planned for you instead. But as he lifts the crotch of your underwear up, and slips his length underneath it, you let out a shaky sigh at the small brushes of contact. 

He sees the way your body tenses when his tip catches on the edge of your entrance, and something about the way you shiver below him makes him feel like he could eat you whole. 

With his dick fit snugly against you now from your panties pressing against him, he reaches his hand up to smooth against the side of your cheek. You nuzzle immediately into his touch, and from the way you stare up at him, he wonders if a part of you thinks what’s happening to your face and what’s happening to your lower half are being committed by two completely different entities. Two different entities with two very different intentions. 

“Jaemin,” you whine out quietly when he thrusts quickly forward, his length slipping against your slicked skin until his head bumps against your clit. The feeling is foreign and a little strange, but as you feel the thick vein that runs along the underneath of him thud against you, your mouth falls slightly open in pleasured shock. 

“Shh, I got you,” he hushes you again, but this time his hand slips up from your cheek. He slowly pushes his thumb into your drooling mouth, and when you start to softly suck on it, he starts to move his hips at a gentle pace. 

His other hand slips between your bodies, smoothing against your skin as he moves to press his palm flat against your waist. Both hands keep you pressed into the mattress below you, and it’s when you realize he’s taken any ability you have to move too much, he starts thrusting faster against you. 

The sticking wet sound of him coating himself in your arousal burns your ears, and with his thumb digging into the center of your tongue, all you can do is whimper and hiccup in shock. 

He loves the way you drool underneath him, your hands moving with confusion as you try and decide what part of him you can grab on to. You look so strung out already, heated and pathetic as he just grinds himself against your burning skin, and he can’t imagine you being like this for anyone but himself. 

With every bump of his tip against your clit, your eyes roll back farther into your head. And every time he draws his hips back, he feels a new gush of your arousal sticking to his skin. 

He feels hypnotized by the dazed look that takes over your face, your face twisting in what seems to be confusion at the tingles that cover your skin. He knows your body is teetering on desperation to be filled with something now, but he knows that slipping in now would be your undoing. 

He knows the way your hips twitch and tilt up is his warning, and the way your back lifts from the bed in a deep and almost painful arch is another. He can’t believe how quickly you’re rushing towards your edge, but he should have expected it as he knew when he first saw you, that you’d be a sensitive one. 

“Are you gonna come against me, angel?” He asks with a cooing pout as he leans over you, your legs thrashing slightly in response. The way he presses down on you has you almost folded in half, and when he sees the fat tears forming in your eyes, his hips shoot forward and go faster until he’s dragging himself directly across your clit with every move.

“You’re gonna make a mess aren’t you?” He asks in a mean tone, as he nods his head to encourage you, “go on. Make a mess all over me. Let me know that I belong to you, baby.”

You cry out around his thumb, his words and the friction against your skin making your entire body tense as your shoulders push towards your ears. You push against his body enough to give your hips room to move, and as your orgasm shoots along your nervous system, your hips start to move along with his. 

You do exactly as he asked, his and your combined movements forcing the arousal that spills out of your from your orgasm to coat both of your lower halves. You can feel the stickiness that spreads across the inside of your thighs, and he groans happily when he feels it stick to stuttering hips. 

He leans his chest away from you, lifting up and moving the hand that was on your waist to push down on the bottom of one of your thighs. With the hand that was holding your face and filling your now gaping mouth, he wraps his finger around himself. 

He moves his fist along his length as he stares down at your crumbling form, his eyes drawing back to your clenching entrance every time he tries to look away. And when he feels himself start to follow you into overwhelming pleasure, he pushes his tip back to where it caught earlier. 

His eyebrows draw together at the first licks of his orgasm, his face twisting almost as if he’s angry as he huffs out deep swears. Your body twitches limply below him as his come drips into you, and you sob quietly when he pushes his tip against you to smear what landed on your skin around. 

“See?” He asks, his voice winded as he smiles up at you and lets go of his length to pet at you again. His fingers dip into his come and smear it up and around your buzzing clit, as he leans up to kiss your wobbly, spit covered lips, “all better right?”

#Jaemin smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #kpop smut #nct blurb #jaemin blurb #jaemin x reader #ask

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

I'm honestly surprised it's taken me so long to write anything about Joshua. He came for me so viciously this year and, bulldozed his way into sharing third place with Minghao in my Seventeen bias list lol. Enjoy my lusting after Joshua. I had issues with posting this for some reason. Hopefully it posts now. This is from like a month ago lol.

Heads up: Joshua Hong x Fem! Reader, Hard Dom! Josh, Sub! Reader, established relationship, Daddy kink, choking (f. receiving), breast slapping, degradation (f. receiving), praise (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, Possessive! Joshua, Vernon lowkey has a thing for Reader and Josh is not amused, unconsensual voyeurism and exhibitionism (Josh and Reader have sex and Vernon overhears. Josh makes sure he overhears intentionally. Both Vernon and Reader didnt know about his plan though) and some angst with Vernon at the end.

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Joshua is one of those people who very much likes his privacy when having sex. Tends to want to keep his sexual exploits to himself. Understandable. However, Joshua Hong is also a menace. So, when he notices the way Vernon's eyes linger on you a too long to be considered socially acceptable and how hugs between the two of you seem to last a little too long, the beginnings of an idea formulate in his mind.

Now, Joshua is not a particularly possessive man. You both remain committed and respectful about your relationship so, he's never felt the need to be. The urge does spring up from time to time and, the increasingly blatant way Vernon is lusting after you has made it worse than ever before. He doesn't even think either of you are really aware of Vernon's lingering gazes and too long hugs. You being oblivious to his interest and, him not realising how clearly he's displaying it. You'd both also never hurt him that way, the rational part of his mind knows that but, he can't stop thinking about the ideas that have taken root in his mind since he has picked up on his group mate's interest in you.

The hotel Seventeen is staying at is great for the most part but, the walls are thinner than the majority of the group would like. Not Joshua though, this works perfectly for him. You've managed to secure a few days off work to spend time with him and, your boyfriend has made it clear he is going to be using that time to the fullest.

"Don't do that, I want to hear you," you boyfriend commands into your ear, voice thick with arousal. Joshua has set a brutal pace. Not giving you the slightest moment to catch your breath. You'd be surprised if you could move, let alone walk after he was finished with you. You're trying your best to keep your noises to a minimum, noone needs to hear the two of you and you don't want to be an asshole that's too noisy so, you've resorted to covering your mouth with your hand. Joshua very much doesn't approve and, gently removes your instead. You gasp loudly when he spanks your breast in punishment, "When I tell you to do something, you do it. Am I undstood?" He asks, nipping at your neck while the hand that dealt the blow gently massages your hypersensitive breast. "Y-Yes, I'm s-sorry," you squeak out, your orgasm creeping up on you from all of your boyfriend's ministrations. "Yes who?" He asks again, pulling back to look down at you with a tint of sick amusement in his eyes. Like he knows something you don't. "Y-Yes Daddy," you breathe out, clenching around him hard when he brings his hand up to ghost it over your throat. Not quite applying pressure. "Hmm, maybe I should reward you with my hand around your pretty neck but, you have been disobedient," he ponders out loud, smirking as you whine pathetically underneath him. Tripping over your words begging him to choke you. "Look at what a slut you are. Begging for Daddy to choke you so pathetically. I bet if I do, you'd be cumming on my cock in an instant. You're so predictable," he says to you condescendingly, his smirk only growing as he watches your eyes gloss over even more from the degradation. "I'm s-s-sorry, Daddy. I'll be good. I p-promise. I j-just didn't want anyone t-to hear," you choke out, gasping when the head of his cock brushes a particularly sensitive spot inside you. His hand returns to your neck, barely applying pressure. It's definitely more than before but, both of you know it's not nearly enough for you. "What if I want someone to hear?" He asks lowly into your ear, gradually applying more pressure to your neck. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the drop in oxygen, nails leaving faint, pink marks in their wake on Josh's back. "You may not but, I see the way Vernon looks at you," he mutters, groaning as you milk his cock for seemingly all he's worth. To say you're thrown off guard by Josh's words would be the understatement of the year. You're completely shocked. "I- huh? Vernon?" You ask him in a daze, desperately trying to express any coherent thought you can while Joshua continues his unrelenting ministrations on you. "I see the way he looks at you. You're mine though, right baby?" He asks in your ear, a possessive edge to his voice.

Joshua rarely gets like this. You've only seen this side of him crop up a handful of times in your relationship. While you know that you two should probably have a more serious conversation about all of this later, you can't lie and say part of doesn't find him insanely attractive when he gets like this. "Y-yes I'm yours, Daddy," you cry out, fresh tears falling onto your cheeks as you start to feel overwhelmed. "I want you to say it louder," he commands against the shell of your ear, his breathing ragged. "I'm yours, Daddy. Only yours," you finally manage to say louder than before, pushing past any prior reservations you may have had. Too lost in chasing your own pleasure to really care about anyone hearing you two. "Good girl. I think you deserve a reward," he praises, moving his hand from your neck to press quick circles into your hypersensitive clit. His praise coupled with the added stimulation has you hurdling into your climax before you even realise what's happening. Fingernails digging harder into his back, your moans filling the space of the hotel room while he watches your face intently as you unravel underneath him. "Fuck, you're so good. You feel so good. Gonna cum," he moans, eyes rolling into the back of his head from how tightly you grip him. His hands fly to grip your hips harshly and keep you in place while he fills you with his cum, letting his own sounds of pleasure out freely. Eventually, the fatigue seems to hit him and he plops onto you, both of you trying to regain your breaths and feeling in your bodies.

Vernon hasn't felt this disgusted with himself in a long time. He feels like some kind of gross pervert. His cum starting to cool on his stomach, evidence of what he's done. He's always found you attractive but, he's never crossed the line and masturbated to you before. Well, until now. When he realised what you and Joshua were doing, he fully intended to put on his headphones and turn up the volume as high as it could go. That was until he heard you. You just sounded so pretty and needy and, he was a goner. Hand flying to the waistband of his boxers when you let out a particularly desperate moan. Now here he was: sweaty, flushed and disgusted with himself. The guilt only worsened by remembering that Joshua was there too. Your cries and moans of belonging to him searing themselves in his brain. He didn't think either of you would be into the whole Daddy thing, he muses in a kind of twisted amusement. Slowly getting up to clean himself up and, hopefully get some sleep. Though, he doubts it'll come easy tonight.

#joshua hong smut #joshua smut #seventeen smut #hong jisoo smut

[gravitywonagain]

Ok, but the whole Wen Qing sacrificial Au is like one big clusterfuck. And Wei Wuxian wouldn't know shit about the functions of his own new body. And what if the eyes of the body change color as a reaction to the new soul inhibiting it. He would have monthly bleedings! He would have to deal with cramps and fuck! He would understand so much more about his Shijie and Madame Yu!

Also correlating with the homecoming gift, what if she found a way to package her knowledge as a gift and Wei Wuxian now understands so much better why Wen Qing was so pissed about his disregard for his own health all the time. And he starts to connect that knowledge and know-how to develop his talismans and cultivation further!

How would Lan Wangji react to see the Wen doctor again, only for her to paralyze him after a fight with a monster where Lan Wangji just was not at his best, and actually check him over as if it was the most normal thing to do. What if Wei Wuxian went on and found a way to heal the scars on Lan Zhan's back to a degree where it's not visible anymore unless you know to search for it.

And he would get suibian back as soon as possible and fly with it. He would have his sword back. And if people ask he would just flippantly say that it only responds to people Wei Wuxian trusts and held dear to his heart.

Ah, sorry about my rambling, I have brain rot about this thing now. And I had a WIP where I was leaning on the aspect that Wei Wuxian was the son of a servant and had servant skills as well... You make me more work ^^'

yessss i love the rambling!!! i see the next one, too!!! sorry it took me a minute there was brain fog and then wife birthday daytripping and then many sleeps and now we're here

i am now a little bit obsessed with the idea of wq somehow passing on her vast amounts of medical cultivation knowledge to wwx. or at least imparting enough of it that he can do nonsense wwx innovation shit. something something the formation and structure of her core is built around the use of certain skills and techniques and this might have happened with mxy too but all of his previous knowledge was based off of wwx's own.................. yeah. fascinating. fun. i love it.

also the idea of wwx actually trying to pull of just being wq -- at least in public because there's no way he gets away with that around lwj -- is patently hilarious to me. but also! who knows her better than wwx and wn anyway? who else could possibly pull that off if not them? also i do love the shenanigans that ensue in a good identity porn fic.

okay so if i'm being very honest, half the reason for this au even popping up in my head is that i, like @jasontoddiefor, love a good genderswapped resurrection fic specifically because all of the nonsense that comes with having a uterus. (and also the idea of wangxian biological babies, like hell yes, their breeding kink dreams can become a reality, but also only if they try hard enough because actual conception can be fucking difficult!) and yes, after the years of malnutrition and general anxiety of living under threat finally starts to recede, wwx gets to deal with a whole new set of problems! lucky boy.

as for lan yuan, i feel like he might be grateful to see his qing-jie's face again, even though he's forgotten it, but would then mourn her presence and his xian-gege's face. it would be rough for him. moreso than with mxy because wq's face mixed with wwx's mannerisms might actually trigger some more memories earlier? idk, what do you think?

ALSO. i can't get over lwj figuring out how to marry wq without arousing the suspicion of the entire cultivation world. like this is early in my head. this happens just a few years after wwx dies. so a lot of The Nonsense hasn't happened yet. he gets out of seclusion and then immediately goes for the next worst person imaginable? the escaped but somehow not dead last daughter of the wen? lqr would have a fit. lxc would be confused as hell. jc would be furious and hurt and so even more furious. nhs would, probably, figure it out pretty quickly, as would jgy, and now the race is on. like this would be such a political nightmare and i'm living for it!!

#saiaisaiko #asks #wen qing sacrifice au

[sexyvampkitty]

RP Solo...’Natural Stress Reliever’

Ahhh... *A contented sigh slips past my lips as I lean my head back against the edge of the tub...the warm water sloshing over me as I wiggle around a bit...attempting to get more comfortable.* This is awesome...the best way to end the crappiest of days. Are you feeling better now, Baby? *A soft voice asks from nearby. I turn my head and glance across the room to see Damon leaning in the bathroom doorway...arms crossed over his chest...one ankle casually crossed over the other...staring back at me with a mixture of concern and adoration etched across his overly handsome features.* Mmmm...much. This is 'exactly' what I needed...especially after the day that I've had. Thanks. *I respond, a small smile lifting up the corners of my mouth.* You're welcome. Always. I love you. I love you more. *I tell him...emitting a soft giggle.* Although...you really need to learn how to relax and not stress yourself out too much, Hun. Yeah. That's easy for you to say. You're not me. *I snap unintentionally, my lips dipping down into a frown.* You have 'no' idea the constant crap that I go through on a daily basis in this damn town...what with everyone trying to kill me and all...and...we have to face the facts...you can't always be around to protect me 24/7. *At the hurt look in his eyes, I immediately curse myself and move to apologize.* I'm...sorry. *I mutter...lowering my head and averting my gaze away from him.* I...didn't mean that. None of what happens in my life is your fault. That's alright. You have nothing to feel sorry about. We all have bad days...even me. *Damon says, a smug smirk curving up his lips. For about the millionth time since we've been together, I again wonder what I ever did to deserve someone like him. He's 'so' sweet...but he can also be deliciously naughty...the perfect combination...and he always knows what to say...or do...to make me feel better...like now...for instance. I'd just had the day from Hell...literally...though I wouldn't give Damon the specifics of what had transpired...and he seemed to know that a warm bath...complete with coconut scented bubbles...would be just what was needed to calm my frazzled nerves. Coconut had recently become my new favorite scent...for obvious reasons...reasons that had left me tingly for weeks...but that is a much more 'private' story. I'll say it again...you are awesome. I am? *Damon asks, one eyebrow raising, his head tilting to the side in a curious gesture.* Yes...you totally are. Mission accomplished then. *Damon responds, a rich chuckle leaving his lips.* Don't be such a conceited ass. *I shoot back, my eyes narrowing in a playful glare. Damon blinks his eyes rapidly a few times...mouth opening wide...before turning his head over his shoulder and twisting his body around in a weird way...almost as if he's trying to check out his own backside...before turning to me again...his eyes flashing with mischief.* I happen to know that you like my ass. *He says, wiggling his brows. I simply roll my eyes in return...not bothering to give a response to that...before laying my head back once again...sinking down into the water all the way...my head the only part of my body visible above the cover of bubbles. Almost unconsciously...my hands stray below the surface...running back and forth along my breasts...stomach...and then lower still. I let out a moan of pleasure as my fingers come into contact with my already swollen clit...wetness pooling in between my thighs...my arousal awoken by the sensation of the warm water alone.* *I raise my head again...releasing a slight gasp when I see Damon standing right in front of me...his nostrils scenting the air...eyes already dark with desire.* Would you like me to help you out with your...problem? *He asks, gesturing below the water, obviously throwing my usual words to him right back at me.* Hmmm...I don't know...I think I've got this covered...but thanks for the offer. *I shoot back...more laughter leaving my lips...ending on another moan as I begin to rub my clit in slow circles. And who said anything about me asking for permission? *Damon half-questions, his voice breaking on a strained growl. I arch my eyebrows at that...and...faster than my vision can follow...he strips down...depositing his clothes on the floor...and climbs into the tub...sinking down into the water to face me. With a wide grin stretching across his features...he reaches under the water to grab onto my hand...stilling my movements...at the same time wrapping an arm around my waist...tugging me forward. The next thing I know...our positions are reversed and I'm leaning back against his naked chest instead of the tub...his already hard erection poking against my backside. I wiggle around a bit again, which causes an equally strained moan to emit from the back of his throat.* *We stay that way for several moments...his arms wrapped around my waist...my hands placed behind me to rest on his thighs...but...other than that..there's no intimate touching going on. I keep waiting for one or the other of us to eventually give in...but...in this moment...it seems like something in the air has shifted...and we need each other's company more than we need to have sex. Another sigh escapes my lips as I feel his hands on my shoulders...kneading them in slow...gentle circles...the action beginning to relieve some of my tension from the day. Not being able to help myself...I remove one of my hands from Damon's thighs and slip it below the water again...searching out my opening...slipping my finger inside. This time...he doesn't try to stop me...he just keeps up his ministrations while I begin to move my finger in and out...stroking myself...slowly building toward my own release...while I feel his hardness expanding even more behind me.* *It doesn't take long to reach my orgasm...Damon's arms wrapped tightly around me as violent shudders tear through my body...my inner walls clenching and spasming around my finger...my inner juices flowing out of me to mix with the semi-warm water. When I finally come down from my passion high...Damon turns me around in his embrace...bending his head down and molding his mouth to mine...our lips softly brushing along each other's. Our kisses quickly turn into something more firey and passionate...mouths opening...tongues fiercely battling for dominance. Without pulling away...I decide that now is the perfect time to help Damon with his...not-so-little problem...and I reach below the surface of the bubble covered water...fingers seeking out and wrapping around his thick cock. He lets out a muffled moan...vibrating against my lips...as I begin to slowly stroke him...my hand moving up and down his shaft...before picking up the pace a bit. Our mouths stay fused together...our chests heaving up and down from the excitement of the moment...his arms still wrapped around me...nails roughly digging into the flesh of my back...as I keep stroking him...faster...and faster... *He soon reaches his release...pulling back from my lips and emitting a loud growl...his whole body shuddering at the force of his orgasm...as his cum shoots into my hand in a long stream...his hips bucking forward at the action of it.* *When he finally comes back down again...he places a feather light kiss on my lips...thanking me with that silent gesture...no other words required...and leans his head back against the edge of the tub...letting his eyes slip closed. Gently wiggling out of his embrace...I turn around and take up my previous position against his chest...letting my eyes slip closed as well...a smile appearing on my features as I feel his arms wrap around me again...holding me close...almost as if he's afraid to ever let me go. I know 'exactly' how he feels. Also...he's the 'best' stress reliever that I've ever had...in more ways than one.* *We end up staying in the tub a while longer...until the water turns cold...the bubbles long gone...before getting out...drying off and crashing into bed together...without bothering to throw on any clothes first...snuggling up against each other...and slowly drifting off to sleep. One last thought enters my mind before I finally tumble off into the land of deep slumber. Damon was so distracted from the excitement of it all, that he forgot that his clothes were still piled in a heap on the bathroom floor...* [END]

#tvd #roleplay

[junisfics]

1:44 AM* — Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Fuckboy! Eren x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You and Eren's relationship status has always been up in the air... but you'll always be the one he texts in the middle of the night looking to get his dick wet

Content: Unestablished Relationship, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions

Content Warnings: Smut/ Nsfw 18 + (Breeding Kink)

minors can read, but please don't interact (like, comment, reblog)

you hear your phone buzz a few times beside you, vibrating and shifting around on the wood of the nightstand as you turn yourself over to grab it.

‘come over’ ‘y/n, please’

two messages from eren jaeger. 1:44 in the morning. and although his messages were vague, you knew exactly what he wanted. it was the same thing he always wanted.

you sigh, unplugging your phone and rolling over to your back. if you were to scroll up, all the messages ever sent between you two would mirror the ones that were sent only moments ago. and even though you hated how he was using you to his own satisfaction, you could never tell him no. 

‘now?’ you reply, but you already know the answer.

‘yes’ ‘need you so bad’ 

his response sends butterflies erupting in your stomach and makes your face grow hot. you know it was a manipulation tactic, saying ‘you’ instead of ‘it. he had handfuls of other girls that would be more than willing to fulfill his late night needs. but it still makes your heart swell, it makes you feel special.

you slip out from under your sheets, swinging your legs over the side of your bed and tugging off your sweatpants and panties to replace them with pretty baby blue ones and a pair of light grey cotton shorts. you do the same with your tee-shirt, trading it for navy, straight-bottomed sweatshirt that was your dad’s in college.

you take a moment to brush your teeth before slipping on some shoes, grabbing your keys, and getting in your car to drive halfway across town to eren’s complex.

over time, eren has used his living-alone situation very much to his advantage. he’s also used his good looks to his advantage. so whenever he wants, he finds a girl, brings her home, and fucks her senseless until she comes crawling back for more.

but as much as they beg, eren almost never ever gives them seconds. and up until his sophomore year in college, there were only five other girls that he’d gotten with more than once. and until he met you, there was no one else who was consistently getting with him.

you had met him at a party, fucked him in his car, then expected it to be a one night stand type thing. but not even four days later, an unknown number had texted you asking to meet up again. and it was eren.

and ever since that party over a year ago, the hookups were consistently inconsistent. sometimes eren would want you twice a day, everyday, for a week straight. and sometimes he would go a month without messaging you.

and it made you so happy but so hurt at the same time; to have to go without him, someone you've fallen so badly in love with, for so long hurt terribly, but to always have him coming back for you made you swell with pride.

the moment you rap your knuckles against his door, it's swung open. and behind the door stands a shirtless and visibly flustered eren. his face was blushed red and his chest was heaving with every heavy inhale he took.

the moment he can get ahold of you, he does. eren grabs your arms and yanks you inside, only to close the door then press you up against it with his lips on yours.

you can't help but giggle against his lips, "well, hello to you too"

but eren responds by leaning down to grab your thighs and wrapping them around his waist, pressing your back up against the door and kissing you harder.

as surprising as it was, this wasn't new. eren has his moments where he would just want a quick fuck and that's all, he'd skip the small talk and just bend you over.

you can already feel his cock hard against the inside of your thigh, pressing through his sweatpants and grinding against you. you wonder how long he was like this before he texted you...

you let your hands come up to hold his face in your hands as you kiss him back, matching his desperation. your tongues are already sliding against each other, licking into your open mouths and swallowing down and escaping moans.

he was so desperate, so so desperate, you could almost feel his body trembling with arousal and desire. his grip was borderline painful, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs and his teeth were knocking against your own. it was so rushed, so primal.

he pulls you off the door, still holding you against him and his face still in your hands as he blindly finds his way to his bedroom and drops you onto the bed, your back hits the mattress

eren crawls over you again, taking your neck in his right hand gently as he kisses you once more.

he grinds his hips against yours, sliding his clothed cock over your cunt, dragging the weight of it over your clit until you're whimpering at the sensation.

his left hand slides lower, down your torso and to your hip to grab ahold of your waistband.

"off, off now." he mutters, pushing at the fabric until you aid him in sliding it down your thighs.

once your shorts are off, he pushes his own pants just below his hips and frees his cock. he had went commando, no boxers, no briefs, no nothing under those sweatpants.

and once again you're wondering, 'how long has he been like this' and 'what was he doing before this'... but you know the answer.

his fingers on one hand nimbly grab the inner crease of your panties, pulling them aside while the other hand braces by your head as he slides the head of his cock through your accumulated arousal.

he only lets it slide over your clit a few times to watch you twitch beneath him before he brings it back down to your entrance and pushes inside you with one steady thrust.

"fuck me," he spits, head dropping forward to watch the way your hips tilt into his thrust. his hand beside your head hastily grabs the hem of your sweatshirt to push the waist of it up past your tits before coming back down next to you.

"oh my god," you whine, your right hand coming up to grab the wrist of his now planted hand, your other holding your sweater up your chest for him.

he could fuck you stupid every goddamn day of your life and you'd still never get used to the feeling of his cock filling you.

his arm shakes under the pressure of holding him up, and really only then does it hit you how badly he needed you.

"how — how long were you like this?" you breathe, circling your hips against his, your clit grinding against his pelvis.

"so fucking long. you have no idea what you do to me. 'was thinking about fucking you all day — god. m'fucking hand wasn't enough." he grunts, pulling himself out of you real slow, savoring the your cunt grips him, "the others weren't enough... needed you."

you can only let out a shaky moan at his response. it made your entire body run a degree hotter than it already was. never before has he so openly voiced his thoughts about you outside of sex, never before told you that he's thought about you while jerking himself off.

he slides his cock back in again, a low groan bubbling up from his throat as he does so. he'll never get over the way your body shakes as he reaches his hilt.

"yeah?" you encourage him to keep talking, wanting to hear him admit it again — needing to hear how much he wanted you, was desperate for you.

"fuck, yeah. you're the only one who takes my cock so well, they — god — they don't squeeze me the way you do." he groans, jaw dropping open as he finally picks up his pace

every thrust he takes he slightly increases his speed until his hips are slapping against yours and sending your pretty tits back and forth.

eren doesn't know where to look. he's stuck between watching your face melt in pleasure, watching your pretty little cunt stretch around his cock, or watching your pretty tits bounce in front of him. god you were so perfect for him.

"'s why i keep coming back to you," he pants, his free hand taking your jaw in his grasp as he brings his forehead against yours, "wanna be inside you forever, wanna see your stupid pretty face forever, wanna hear you beg for me forever."

"eren —" you cry, so overwhelmed both physically and mentally. you look into his beautiful jade eyes, watching his pupils dialate with lust — love — as he continues to fuck himself into you

"want this pussy to be mine, 's gonna be mine, y/n. you're gonna be mine." he says, his hold on your jaw growing tighter as he keeps pushing into you over and over and over.

"please, please — wanna be yours" you choke out these pathetic broken sobs that make eren's hearth ache so wonderfully. there were tears swelling on your lash line.

it was pathetic how wound up he's got you in minutes, but the way he's filling you, the way he's talking to you... it's all too too much

"love this cunt —" he breathes, eyes flitting to watch himself fill you, "love your pretty tits, love you. god, i love you — fuck — let me fill you, 'need to fill you, let me cum inside please."

your heart hurts. it hurt so fucking bad but so fucking god. it was all caught in your throat, swelling and choking you up.

you can only nod in his hand, those tears drip past your lashes and stream hot down your cheeks, "please, please cum inside, fill me up. make me yours, eren, i love you — 'always loved you"

your voice is raspy and you can barely hear yourself, but eren hears you. eren hears your confession and it sends him over the edge, and with a low groan, he pushes himself to the hilt and spills his release inside you

"god, yes," your moans are broken as you cum around his cock, squeezing him so nice and milking him of everything he's got

and your release is more than physical. it feels like a dam has broken over, been flooded and poured out to him. you were holding it in for so goddamn long and it's out.

eren holds you against him, holding you so tight because now he's got you.

JUNISFICS © 2021

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[bubbledumbbinch]

Kinktober 2021 - Tickling

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x GN! Reader

Prompt: Tickling

A/N: This piece of writing is strictly 18+. NSFW. Minors DNI.

Warnings: yandere, dubcon/noncon, mild angst(?), jealousy

Your muffled moans struggled to come out. Bounds restrained your arms and legs as you felt like you were being tortured. Well, because you were.

It had all started back when Lilia Vanrouge, your upperclassman from Diasomnia, had taken a liking to you. That's definitely what he would call it, not an obsession. Lilia's infatuation started when he was able to get closer to you and meet you during the time preparing for the Magical Shift tournament. His magenta eyes shifted with wonder as he watched you try to solve who was causing issues for multiple players across the school. Since then, Lilia had taken a secret liking to you.

Recently, Lilia had spent more time trying to court you, sending small gifts and talking with you more. Retelling his memories from the fae war was one of his favorite pastimes. He could feel the excitement radiate off of your body and your eyes were so cute. "Wow, Lilia-senpai! Sounds like you were really tough back then, that's so cool!"  Your voice repeats in his mind, sending sparks to his heart. Flashing you a sharp toothy smile whenever you made him laugh, looking at you with large, almost expectant, eyes. To say the fae was entranced with you was an understatement. He felt like he was so very close to asking you to become his partner.

That was until he noticed you embrace his fellow club-mate, Cater. A smile was visible on Lilia's face as his heart wrenched. He approached you as usual, brightly exclaiming your name. You turned to face him, still smiling after your interaction with Cater, who had already left.

"Oh, Lilia-senpai! Hi!" you giggled as the bicolored hair boy was close. "How are you doing?"

"Hi (y/n)! Ah, I was just wondering if we were still going to my room later to hang out." His voice was cheerful, but carried a bit of tension, which you had yet to notice. "I thought we could go into another… history lesson?"

Your eyes lit up at the idea, excited to hear another one of Lilia's stories. "I would love to! I'm finished with everything, so let's go now!"

"Mm, I love your enthusiasm (y/n)." Magenta eyes turned dark as he took your hand and led you to Diasomnia.

Lilia's room was cozy and familiar. You sat with him on the side of his bed as he joined you.

"Hm, I think it would be interesting to discuss how we… interrogated our enemies." Lilia's voice trailed off, maybe in a way where he was thinking of the past.

"Oh, like… torture..?" You asked, unsteady. He turned to you, his smile back on his face. "Yes! And if it's okay, I'd like to show you, with a demonstration."

You were confused, yet intrigued. "I- okay," you started hesitantly. "Is it gonna hurt?"

The fear in your voice only made Lilia's heart soar. You were so cute and you were all his. "No, my dear, I assure you it won't. If anything you might like it..!" He giggled as he shook his head.

Your eyes scanned the floor, searching for words. Eventually, you returned his gaze. Y'know what? Sure, show me, Lilia-senpai!"

"Heh, I knew you'd do this for me~"

~~~

Your arms were tied to the upper corners of his bedpost with your legs free. Your jacket had been placed neatly on his chair. A cloth was stuffed into your mouth. It all felt so… weird for some reason, even though you already verbally agreed. Trusting Lilia should have been enough, though, he had been so nice to you. There was nothing to fear.

Suddenly, as you felt the sides of your shirt lift, you couldn't help the surprised whimper that fell from your mouth. His cold fingers descend onto your exposed sides, causing you to start giggling in joy. "MMPh!!!" your core was contracting with the laughs that wracked your body.

"Aah, my sweet (y/n), your laughs are so precious. I want to hear more!" Lilia's eyes grew darker as his grin extended. He crawled on top of you, sitting on top of your crotch. His cold fingers tickled the sides of your body once more. He reveled in the way you writhed under him.

"Nnnh!! hh- hmm, MMH!!!!" You did your best to shake your head and kick your legs, signalling you wanted him to stop.

"Oh, you want me to stop?" Lilia questioned innocently, turning his head to the side. You nodded profusely, sighing in relief when he finally did.

"What were you doing with Cater?" it came out as more of a demand rather than a question. His tone automatically brought sweat to your face. In the confusion, you could only manage to say a measly "huh?"

"(Y/n). I saw him touch you, earlier. He likes you doesn't he?" Lilia's smile was slight, still there, but small. And his eyes seemed like they looked in yours, but were almost looking beyond you.

"How about this, I'll remove the cloth so you can talk to me." As soon as it was removed, you breathed in and out rapidly, gasping for air.

"I- Lilia-senpai, Cay-kun and I are just friends…" You said, gulping. Yet, his expression hadn't changed.

"And, even if he did hug me, I didn't do anything wrong! You and I are just friends too, so you shouldn't question if other people like me or not…"

Wrong answer. Lilia's smile faded and he seemed visibly upset, crossing his arms.

"Hm." Was the only noise he released as you felt the tickling begin at your sides again.

However, his eyes were still trained on you, and his arms still crossed. Looking down, you saw green feathers moving on their own, tickling up and down your sides. You laughed - laughed until it really started to hurt. There was pain in your abdomen that only worsened over time. Your kicking legs suddenly felt as if they were bound in place, probably also due to Lilia's magic.

"Ah, aahn- Lilia-senpai, s-stop!! Please!!" You cried, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Hm, let's amp this up, no?" Lilia brought his hand to his mouth, smiling deviously.

Lilia's weight was lifted off of your body along with the torturous ministrations the feathers wreaked on you.

Chest heaving up and down, you felt as if your body was too tired to do anything. However, as soon as you felt your pants being unbuttoned and undone, you spared some energy to lift your head.

Lilia's fingers dragged your pants down to your knees, chuckling once he saw the arousal in your underwear.

"Aah, my sweet (y/n), I guess you don't really hate this, no?" He teased, bringing a finger to swipe at your clothed crotch. “Hmm, you’re so wet for me!”

"Oh!!" You turned away from Lilia, embarrassed about your own situation. "Lilia-senpaaai~, please, haanh, stop…!" You moaned, finger still rubbing at your arousal.

Again, the feathers started to torture you. The tickling brought pain and tension back into your body. Your screams molded into moans, heat coming straight to your cheeks as Lilia's fingers were still stroking you through the thin cloth.

"Hm, I'll think about it! How's this, I'll stop once you tell me you love me. You'll be my sweet (y/n) and I'll be your boyfriend!" Lilia's eyes shone, staring into yours. Goosebumps littered your skin as you heard his words.

"Ah, wh-what!? N-no..!" You protested, still writhing underneath him.

"Tsk, I guess you've chosen this then…" The speed of Lilia's fingers quickened their pace, ultimately slipping under the waistband of your underwear, stroking you directly.

"Oh- ah, oh fuck… " You couldn't help but let a curse slip from your mouth. "Lilia-senpaiii~ don't… stop…" You close your eyes in shame, as the sensation of Lilia's fingers invaded your senses.

"My sweet (y/n), oh my darling." Lilia coos, "It seems like you really like your punishment, don't you?" His tone teased you.

"Haah, fuck, I- I love it, so- aanh~ much..!" your babbling only grew as your climax approached rapidly.

Your moans only grew louder as you felt the feathers now tickling your pert nipples.

"Lilia, Lilia, haanh, Lilia-senpai!!!" You repeated his name like a mantra, breathing and growing more and more erratic.

Your moans were making the fae's cock twitch in his pants, yet he held himself back. He wanted to really take you when you were lovers. But that would be soon enough, wouldn't it?

"(Y/n), am I making you feel good?" Lilia's voice drew out. His voice was deep with lust and only sent tingles throughout your body.

"Y-yes, fuck! Lilia-senpai, I love- mmh, it feels so gooood~" you moaned, eyebrows furrowing together. You felt sinful, in pain and yet also pleasure. The tickling was stimulating your nipples while Lilia's fingers kept going faster.

"Lilia-senpai~ I- I'm gonna cum…" you turned into his pillow, muffling your moans. Drool was spilling from your mouth and you didn't even realize it. "Please, Lilia-senpai, make me cum!! I love it!! I- I love you, Lilia-senpai!!" you screamed, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

Lilia moaned with you, absolutely loving your drunken confession. "Yes, my love, my (y/n)!" Lilia groaned. "Cum for me, my darling. Then we will be bound together!" His fingers stroked you with fervor, feathers teasing your body even more.

You reached your orgasm, screaming as liquid spurted out of you. As you rode your high, Lilia's fingers slowed. The feathers' torture on your body also ceased, leaving you to breathe heavily. Your arms were unbound, and you didn't even realize you were shivering from head to toe. Even with the freedom to move you couldn't.

Lilia's lithe body found its way to slump next to yours, arms wrapping around your form and pulling you close.

"I love you, (y/n). You're mine, now." Lilia's voice whispered softly into your ear.

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[celestiababie]

If you have time Uhm… dom hyuka? Including praise/degrading with the size kink stuff would be Uhm cool 👉👈. Also do you write omegaverse stuff? I like to write a little but it just never comes out how I want it.

D-dom Kai? Looks around- AM I EVEN CAPABLE TO WRITING SUCH A THING? THERE'S PEOPLE WHO SEE THAT GIANT PENGUIN BOY AS A DOM? Okay I'm gonna do some serious thinking. Also, I don't mind writing omegaverse stuff as long as there's no mpreg involved :D ALSO HE LOOKS FUCKING FIRE IN THESE PICS AHH

• Okay give me a few seconds to process that people actually think Kai is capable of domming

• The idea of Kai, your sweet, cuddly, loveable, boyfriend getting rough with you was one that crossed your mind often

• Often enough that you told Kai about it and had even asked him if there was anything he'd like to try

• Kai was taken aback- he never knew you saw him in that kind of light. He didn't know if he had it in him to be anything other than gentle with you

• Well- he supposed that wasn't entirely true

• There was always something he wanted to try but he was just too nervous to ask. He didn't want you to think he was weird, or a bad boyfriend for wanting such a thing

• Kai seemed to have this infatuation with your neck and he already knew how much you loved his hands- so it wasn't his fault that his mind would wonder and think about how pretty your neck would look with his fingers wrapped around it

• You noticed your boyfriend lost in thought and snapped your fingers in front of him to regain his attention. "Hyuka? I asked if there was anything you wanted to try..."

• He visibly contemplated telling you, he didn't want to seem like a sadistic weirdo but since you did say you fantasized about him being rough with you...it should be okay, right?

• You tried to hold back your surprise and arousal when your boyfriend said he wanted to try choking. But just the thought made your body flush with heat. You bit down on your bottom lip and subconsciously began to run your hands down his shoulders and arms.

• "Choke me? Or me choking you?"

•"I want to try choking you...if that's okay- I totally understand if it's not and we can just pretend like I didn't say anything haha...I'm sorry if I made you uncomf—"

• You quickly cut him off with a lustful kiss before he could continue his apology.

• " I want you to, please," you mumbled against his lips in need

• Even though Kai wanted to, there were a few things that needed to be discussed for safety reasons. He didn't actually want to hurt you and the two of you created a system that eased his mind.

• If you could speak, your safe word would be 'red'. If you couldn't speak, you'd tap him three times. If he felt like it was too dangerous and you were drifting off, he would stop all together

• The two of you spent a generous amount of time researching proper technique before you turned to Kai with a pout

• "Kai, I trust you more than anything and I really appreciate how cautious and careful you want to be, but it's getting kind of uncomfortable being this wet and not doing anything about it"

• Kai's eyes darkened considerably- something you definitely weren't used to seeing. "Can you really not wait, baby? I don't want to hurt you."

• With a hefty sigh, you plopped backwards, your back hitting the bed as you glared up at the ceiling. " You always baby me. I'm not made out of glass. Sometimes I want to be thrown around by you, you're so much bigger than me and I want you to take advantage of that."

• You weren't sure what you had expected when those words came out of your mouth- but if someone would have told you that your normally cute and docile boyfriend would have his fingers pressing against the sides of your neck as he rammed his cock into you so brutally until a noticable bulge could be seen from your stomach- you'd probably would have laughed in their face

• Kai cooed at the sight of your glossed over eyes and moved the hand that wasn't on your neck to wipe the tears leaking out the corner of your eyes

• "You shouldn't be crying, sweetheart. I always treat you so well, but you just want to be treated like a slut, hm? What happened to wanting me to manhandle you? Can't take it, baby?"

• Even Kai himself had no idea where his sinful words came from. It's as if your confession had unlocked a new side of himself he kept on a leash for your sake. But maybe he would let it out if it got you this wet with your eyes rolling back into your skull from pure pleasure

• You tapped his bicep three times when the pressure on your got too much and he immediately let go of your neck

• He pressed kisses to your forehead as he continued to fuck his cock into you, mumbling praises against your skin that made you tear up due to being so overwhelmed

• "You're so good for me, baby— I didn't expect you to last that long with my hand on your pretty neck. You're taking me so well, baby. So so well."

• Your hand shook as it grabbed ahold of his to place it back onto your neck. He knew what you wanted and could tell how close you were from the vice grip around his length. He began to roll his hips against you, the tip of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot continuously

• You couldn't hold it anymore, the pressure of his hand on your neck and the continuous stimulation was too much to handle. An unfamiliar pressure began to build in your stomach but before you could ask Kai to stop, your climax hit you harder than it ever had in your life

• Your body shook uncontrollably and your fingernails dragged down Kai's back as your orgasm gushed out of you

• When you finally came down from your overwhelming high, you couldn't help but notice the warm wet feeling from underneath you and the fact your boyfriend was staring at you with utter shock

• "D-did I make you do that?"

• You giggled to yourself and leaned up to kiss him on the lips.

• Only your boyfriend could be so adorable after fucking your brains out

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[mypoisonedvine]

claimed || alpha!Andy Barber x reader

summary: an interrogation with an alpha is no place to have an unexpected heat.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (dub con; the reader goes into heat and can’t think clearly enough to say no), a/b/o dynamics, loss of virginity, mentions of misogyny/discrimination against omegas, vague noncon and violence references, kinda housewife kink, possessiveness, breeding kink, praise, overstimulation, knotting, slight bondage (reader is handcuffed), slight pain kink, implied/subtle age gap, pregnancy mention at the end, kinda soft!dark andy but he's really not that dark

"This would be a lot easier for both of us if you started telling the truth."

You chewed your lip, looking away from the man across from you; it was impossible to keep eye contact when his gaze bore into you like that, when he gave you that stern, dominating look.

Andy Barber was so obviously an alpha, he was one of those types that just reeked of it. Figuratively— with the way he towered over you, his masculine body and strong features— but also literally considering his scent was filling the room now: pine, cinnamon, sage, and something a little bit sweet that made your mouth water.

It made sense for an alpha like him to have a high-powered, high-pressure career like this; he probably got a real kick out of squeezing information out of scared betas who couldn’t stand up to him.

And that was the role you were going to play now, because he was wrong: it would not be easier if you told the truth. If he knew what you really were, you’d be doomed.

You’d been hiding successfully as a beta for a long time by now, and you weren’t about to give it up now, even if it would likely have the charges against you dismissed. Omegas lived sheltered, oppressed lives; sought constantly by alphas, they had their pick of the finest since omegas were so rare, but until mated they were extremely vulnerable— and afterwards they were usually made to be subservient housewives, constantly bearing children as a consequence of their extreme fertility.

Maybe some omegas were okay with that, plenty probably loved that lifestyle since it was sort of the instinctual habit of an omega by nature, but not you. Never you. You wanted a life, a real life, your own life as more than an alpha’s mate. Thankfully you’d found the right mix of suppressants and perfumes to hide your scent, the right work schedule so you could always be home for your rare heats, and voila: to the rest of the world, you were a beta.

Being a beta meant being unnoticed, unacknowledged, never pursued and never courted. And that was exactly how you wanted it.

If Andy Barber knew that the man you’d stabbed was an alpha trying to force himself on you, there was a chance he would understand that it was self-defense and let you go. Then again, a lot of alphas seemed to think that being forced to mate was just par for the course for an omega; surely Andy wouldn’t be one of those types, as a man of the law, right?

“I can’t,” you finally answered.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” he assured, some of his anger shifting to a soothing tone. It really did calm you down; he must have been using his ‘alpha voice’ on you, and the fact that it worked should’ve been a red flag but you didn’t notice. “Let’s start from the beginning. You said you were at home but no one has confirmed your alibi. You said you didn’t know the victim but you obviously reacted when I showed you his picture. And, you said you weren’t there at the time of the murder but we found your DNA on the body.”

A little smile pulled at the corner of your lips, exactly not the reaction Andy had been expecting. “You’re lying,” you whispered.

He tensed up as you called his bluff. The DNA found at the scene was in the process of being analysed, sure, but it would be weeks until the results came back. “How can you be so sure?” he pressed.

“Because I.  Wasn’t. There,” you hissed, glaring back at him; he shook his head solemnly..

“No, that’s not it. I can tell when you’re lying, too, you know,” he warned.  “Tell me how you know I don’t have your DNA at the scene?”

“Because… because…” you breathed, blinking a few times as the room started to get warmer. Your head was spinning, your thighs clenched together— and when Andy reached out to rest his hand on yours and ask if you were alright, his touch sent it all into overdrive.

No, no, it wasn't your time yet. It shouldn't have come for a few more days, and you’d arranged to be bailed out tomorrow so you’d go into your cycle safely at home and not in jail. But now it was beginning and you had no way to stop it. Had the smell of an alpha really been enough to start your heat early?

Andy watched you start to pant and sweat with a furrowed brow, unsure what he was witnessing because he’d never had the opportunity to see it before. His ex-wife had been a beta, he'd never even met an omega before— they were quite rare after all.

But what he lacked in experience, he made up for in instinct; his body told him everything he needed to know about what he was seeing. “Omega,” he growled lowly, watching your whole body erupt into shivers at the timbre of his voice.

As far as alphas go, Andy was relatively level-headed, not as preoccupied with instinctual desires to dominate, to claim, to impregnate. A lot of alphas viewed mating with a beta as settling, although it was the much more likely outcome, statistically speaking. Andy, though, never really saw it that way, even knowing how much harder it would be to have a child with a beta. Their fertility was significantly weaker, both the males and the females, and Jacob was the product of years of trying; in all their marriage him and Laurie had never used any contraceptives and she only got pregnant the once.

But an omega? Especially a young one like you? He could knock you up right now, if he wanted. That power was intoxicating. It was exactly what he never knew he needed so badly.

“I don’t need the results of your DNA to know what you are,” he explained firmly. “I can’t believe I didn’t know before— you must have tried really hard to keep it a secret, little one. You must be so afraid of who you are… and who I am, for that matter.  It must scare you to imagine what I could do to you.”

You whimpered, the noise tugging his heart in conflicting directions; to comfort you, or to make you do it again.

“I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you think,” he assured. “Not if I can help it…”

Honestly, he wasn’t so sure he would be able to help it; he felt his own sanity slipping as he watched you writhe and cry, instinct overtaking logic in the both of you.

"Alpha, please," you shuddered, the title making his cock harden instantly, uncomfortably filling the trousers of his suit.

"You smell so good," he purred, taking his jacket off as he stood up to cool off a bit. "I can smell your heat, Omega. I bet everyone in the building can—” he glanced to the locked door— “but I'm the only one here."

"Need you," you whined, tugging on the handcuffs that kept you bound to the table.

"Stand up, bend over," he commanded, and he'd barely finished speaking when you'd already done it, bent at the hips with your forearms resting on the table as you waited for him. "Good girl."

He rolled up his sleeves and took his place behind you, caging his body in with yours, nuzzling into your neck to get a deep breath of your scent.

"Fuck, so sweet," he groaned. "Waited so long for this. To feel an Omega on my cock. Never thought it would really happen. Has an Alpha ever taken you before?"

"No, I never… no."

"Not just unclaimed but a virgin. Christ, am I dreaming?"

But he was too far gone to take any more time to appreciate his luck— he needed you now, and he was taking you all for himself.

If he wasn't so overcome with need he wouldn't have thought to tear your clothes off, but now he didn't even think to question the idea, shedding you of your clothes like they were made of paper until you were completely exposed to him, your wet core vulnerable while another wave of your sweet scent filled the room.

"Look at all this," he grinned, kneeling down to lap at your folds and taste your slick. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your channel craving to be filled. "All for me, Omega?"

"Yours, it's all yours…"

"Doesn't it feel good to be claimed, little one? To be owned?"

"S-so good," you agreed. "Want your knot, Alpha. Want your mark."

A growl echoed in his chest when you said that, and he craved nothing more than to bite your neck and bond you to him for life.

But, it would be better if he saved that for a little later.

He stood up again and gave your ass a quick slap— nothing too rough, just enough to make you yelp all cute and whiny— before grabbing your hips to pull them back into his. You gasped and pushed back onto him, shamelessly rubbing yourself against the thick outline of his cock.

"Gonna make a mess on me with all that slick, Omega," he growled, but it was by no means discouragement.

"Want it in me, please," you sobbed. Unable to resist your begging anymore, he hastily opened his belt and fly, sighing with relief when he wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled it out. Your whole body visibly quaked when he swiped the swollen head through your folds, coating himself in your plentiful arousal.

Without any further warning, he pushed his cock in with a loud moan, a cry tearing from your throat as he tore into your body. "Shh," he soothed as his fingers rubbed your spine, "that's my girl, that's my pretty Omega."

But pain wasn't really your issue; it hurt, yes, but what made you cry was that you were already on the edge, about to come from hardly anything. When he thrusted once, you lost it and your legs quivered as a new wave of slick started to dribble down them.

"Are you coming?" he asked darkly.

You could only nod, biting your lip to try to keep from moaning too loudly.

"Oh my god…" he groaned, amazed at how sensitive you were. Clearly he wasn't the only one realizing how powerful and incredible it could be when an alpha and omega mated.

He started to really pound into you then, each brutal thrust knocking you forward.

"Feels good when you come for me, Omega. Do it again."

You couldn't help yourself; his voice had complete control over your body, his words a command you were helpless to resist. With a broken whimper you came again, walls squeezing his cock in a weak and stuttered rhythm.

"It's better than they say it is. Even better than I imagined. So fucking good," he sighed. It felt so right, that was the thing. It felt like your body was made to be claimed and owned by him.

"Want your knot," you whined, "please, Alpha—"

"If I give you my knot, you're mine. My Omega. You will never allow another Alpha to touch you. You will not speak to another Alpha, look at another Alpha, even Betas are off-limits. When I bite you, you'll be bonded to me and become my wife, you'll never disobey me or leave me. When I knot you, you'll give me a child. Is all of that perfectly clear?"

It was everything you'd wanted to avoid just an hour ago. Now it was your greatest dream come true. "Yes, Alpha. Yours, Alpha."

"Want to be bred, Omega? Bred by your Alpha?"

"Please!" you sobbed.

"Then keep coming and I'll let you have it soon," he promised. "I'll give you all my come like you need so badly."

You whimpered as your walls seemed to try to suck him in deeper, gripping him so tight that it made his head spin. Orgasm after orgasm washed over you, too many and too numb to count, each part of you slowly stripped away and replaced with pure, all-consuming pleasure.

The base of his cock began to swell and you mewled proudly— that is, until, it just kept growing and you couldn't imagine taking anymore.

"P-pull it out," you begged instead.

"I told you that you would take my knot, was I not clear?"

But you hadn't realized how big it would get, how far it would stretch you— and it was still going. "It hurts, Alpha, please!"

"You'll get used to it, gonna keep it in you all night and give it to you every day so you'll have plenty of practice. Take my fucking knot while I come inside you and breed your cunt."

When his knot finally grew to its full potential, streams of hot come began to fill you, deeper than you had ever imagined possible. It was overwhelming, apparently unending, and one final orgasm rocked your body as you milked his cock for all it was worth.

He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close and soothing you as you shivered and cried, his kisses trailing up your shoulder to your neck where, finally, he sunk his teeth into your skin and left his mark on you.

Your walls quivered around him at the feeling of being claimed, mated for life. In that moment you didn't notice or care that it was to a man you barely knew; he was your Alpha now, that was all that mattered.

He kissed and licked over the sensitive bitemark, whispering praises your ringing ears couldn't quite process yet.

At least you were getting bailed out a day early.

//

Andy kept his promise about exactly how owned you would be. For the first few months you didn't even leave the house, he was too busy filling you with his cock every day. Although he was happy to claim you anywhere he happened to find you— the shower where he hopped in randomly, the kitchen where he bent you over the counter, the living room where he pinned you onto the couch— his favorite place was the bed. It was rougher and more animalistic in the other places, but in bed he was possessive in an entirely different way.

"My wife, my sweet little wife," he whispered in your ear as he slowly thrust all the way into you, making your back arch until your chest pushed against his. "My Omega. All mine."

"Yours," you agreed.

The protectiveness increased tenfold when your scent changed during pregnancy, even more when you started showing; he was obsessed with the way you looked full of his baby.

As for you, omega life was better than you'd expected. At times you felt smothered by him, but simultaneously you felt worshipped and loved like you never thought you could deserve. He certainly spoiled you, though he expected your unwavering loyalty in return.

That part was easy, though. Love, not fear, kept you in check when other alphas had a wandering eye. They knew you were mated, the bitemark scar (which Andy never, ever let you cover) and ring (which Andy never, ever let you take off) were sign enough along with the change in your scent to them. Occasionally one would shoot his shot and get unilaterally rejected by you before getting his ass kicked by your husband. If only they knew what you'd done to the last alpha that tried to creep on you; how you met Andy in the first place.

In the end, maybe it wasn't so bad to fall into your instincts, your natural role in society. Andy sure made it pretty enjoyable with the way he brought you to the height of pleasure over and over every night. "Mine," he promised you in deep whispers, "from the moment I saw you."

#andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #alpha!andy barber x omega!reader #I'll add tags when I get home later

[sserpente]

Raw Desire

Synopsis: Something is wrong with him. Something none of the Avengers, including Thor, understand. When Loki turns into his Jötun form unwillingly and begins to act in a very primal and aggressive way, their solution for the problem is to lock him up in a cell below the compound until it’s all over. It’s a disease, perhaps, one which only Frost Giants can develop. Only Loki is not sick. Loki is in heat--and his Jötun body will not rest until his most carnal desires have been satisfied...

Words: 9176 Warnings: Jötun!Loki, smut, fluff, symptoms of addiction

A/N: You wanted some Jötun!Loki, I wanted some Jötun!Loki... so here we go. Enjoy, everyone! 😏

Additional NSFW Warnings: breeding kink (a little bit, anyway), Loki is in heat (kind of, duh), lack of aftercare (at first...)

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His antagonising scream tore through the entire compound. You flinched, alarmed. Loki. The heart-breaking sound of pain tugging at your nerves was followed by a loud thump—like a heavy metal door falling shut, locked for good. It had come from the cellar, where the Avengers stored weaponry and ammunition; along with provisory but secure prison cells of Wakandan technology for criminals until they could be handed over to the authorities.

When you reached the source of the rousing noise, you almost knocked straight into Thor. His muscly back resembled a thick fleshy wall that would break your bones if you collided with him with too much force and speed.

“What happened?” Out of breath, you moved around him—facing the culprit of the commotion. The eerie flickering camera right outside the cell door showed Loki knocking his fists repeatedly against the metal door. His knuckles were already bloody from the repeated impact, yet the door would not budge. Much more concerning, however, was his appearance. Loki’s skin—every inch revealed to the naked eye anyway—was blue, his otherwise enchanting blue eyes sparkling with mischief of a deep blood-red. Countless, unique and fleshy lines formed a complex pattern on his arms and the back of his hands, even his face and neck. Your lips parted, both in shock and surprise at what your eyesight had revealed to you.

“He’s losing his fucking mind.” Tony responded for Thor before the Thunderer could even open his mouth in defence. He came tramping into the room as mad as you had never experienced him, tapping away on a tablet in the process. “I told you it was bad idea to bring him back here, Point Break! What were you thinking?”

“Can anybody tell me what is going on?! Why is he… like this? Is he in pain?”

“In pain?! He almost killed Nat. If Wanda hadn’t interfered…” Tony did not finish the sentence—regardless, the threat of what consequences there would have been for the God of Mischief was clearly audible.

“This was unlike him. He had no reason to…”

“No? He pounced on her like a… like a…”

“Beast?” Bruce added matter-of-factly. His hands were in his pocket when he approached the scene and patted Thor on the back in an attempt of providing comfort.

“Maybe… maybe this isn’t his fault, Stark. I know my brother, he’s never acted like this before!” The God of Thunder roared in defence, his arms crossed.

“Yeah,” Tony retorted sarcastically. “You know your brother so well he even tried to kill us all. Three times. No. This man is evil. Look at him!”

Petrified, you risked another peek. Loki was downright animalistic, his fists still working the metal cell door. He was getting weaker, worn out—like the fire in his red eyes was slowly being extinguished to make way for weariness. There was something primal in his behaviour; something raw. You would be ignorant to deny it scared you.

“Tony,” you began, forcing your voice to cease the shaking, “What happened? Why did he attack Natasha? Was he hurt?” Your sudden concern for him was going to give you away. No, not sudden. It had always been there, hidden just beneath the surface of your heart. You had only kept it a secret because… because what?

Loki did not know you had been harbouring romantic feelings for him for a significant amount of time now. Dark, tall and mysterious, he matched not only your type but had hopelessly captured you with his melancholic and lonely nature, the grief in his stunning blue eyes. You refused to believe that Loki was evil, that he had ever truly wanted to harm his brother; and you were desperate to be his friend… and even more than that. But the God of Mischief had hidden his heart behind such a hard shell that you were worried you might never get him to open up to you.

You would by no means describe yourself as an altruistic person—but there was a both enamoured and depraved part of you which desired, longed, for him to like you back.

“Talk to me.” You stated, tilting your head when he flung his dagger at one of the battered punching bags in the training room.

“What?” He sounded almost scornful when he spun around to gift you an incredulous look.

“Talk to me, Loki. I want to know what’s going on in your mind. I thought I was… you are always so distant. You disappear in here every other night, you snap at everyone trying to speak to you. You look nervous, like something is trying to break out of you.” Like you are trying to get rid of monstrous amounts of bottled up energy, you added silently. “You seem so restless. What’s wrong?”

“What concern is that of yours?” He spat.

“See! That is exactly what I meant.”

Loki growled. “What do you want from me, (Y/N)?” You flinched when he used your full name as opposed to the nickname everyone called you by.

“Why? Why are you screaming at me, I’m just trying to help! Don’t you get it, Loki? I care about you. And I care about what you think, even if I am probably the only one in this bloody compound who does.” Now that was unfair. But it was also the truth. “Why are you pushing me away? Let me in…”

Desperately, you moved forward in an attempt to reach up and cup his face, only for him to grab your wrists and pull them away harshly.

“Let you in? All I have ever received in return for ‘letting someone in’ was hurt and hatred. Give me one good reason for why I should open up to you,” he mocked, releasing your hands as if they would burn his fingers if they lingered on your skin for too long. “Tell you about my sorrows.” Sorrows. He had sorrows.

“I am not them.” You simply said. “Not any of them. I am not Odin, not Thor, none of the Avengers.”

Blinking, you snapped out of your memory. You had had this tragic conversation only two nights ago. No matter what you had said, he would not tell you what was on his mind. Now you knew.

“Something is wrong with him.” You interrupted the discussion, one you had not paid any attention to, by silencing them with a loud and determined voice.

“You don’t say?”

“No, Tony, you don’t understand… Loki is… he is Jötun. Thor, has he ever voluntarily turned into his Jötun form?”

The God of Thunder thought about it for a moment—then, he shook his head. “No.” You gave him a meaningful look. “So… you think it has something to do with his species?”

You nodded slowly and swallowed.

“Then we keep him in here until he is better.” He concluded. Your eyes widened.

“What? Thor, no… you can’t keep him locked up in there! What if he doesn’t get better on his own? Are you going to incarcerate him forever?”

“That would be an improvement.” Tony tossed in bitterly.

“We have to help him.”

“We? (Y/N)…” Bruce remarked almost tauntingly.

“You’ll find us upstairs. We need to let the others know about… whatever this is.” Tony added. You gnashed your teeth when he and Bruce turned to leave. For an awkward moment, it was eerily still—right until another one of Loki’s screams tore through the uncomfortable silence. You flinched once more. He was howling in pain.

“You think it might be a disease only Frost Giants can get?” Thor asked with concern in his deep voice at last.

You shrugged apologetically. “Maybe…”

“Loki and I were going to return to Asgard next week. I shall ask around, one of the healers should be familiar with Jötun diseases.”

“Go as soon as you can. Your brother is in pain, Thor, can’t you hear that?”

The God of Thunder nodded absentmindedly. But if no one was going to do something about Loki’s suffering—whatever it was—immediately, you would do it alone. So you did what Loki would do first. You dug up his books.

-

Loki’s room was neat, tidy. The green bed had been made—there was not a single wrinkle in the fabric and the desk was all clean, not giving thin layers of dust only visible in the direct sunlight a chance. The books he had brought from Asgard, old, thick, yellowed and heavy, he had stored on a bookshelf higher than you could reach.

Sucking in a determined breath, you moved the desk chair in front of it. The polished wooden floor to your feet complained with an ear-piercing shriek as you did. Determined, you climbed up to study the titles. All of them were written in Nordic Runes, making you realise that your research would end up being a lot harder than you had initially assumed. You could not speak a word of Old Norse, let alone read those Runes. Never mind that… you needed answers—and Loki needed your help.

It took you two hours to go through the titles and have them translated via a website you had had to pay for (using Tony’s credit card details—desperate times called for desperate measures) to use its allegedly reliable services.

Then, finally, after what felt like half an eternity, you found a suitable page-turner. It was titled Mythical Creatures and Species across Yggdrasil—at least, that was what the website you used told you.

Eagerly, you opened the book searching frantically for the chapter on Frost Giants and began sucking up all the information you could get. The more you read… and the more you compared Loki’s symptoms to the described behaviour of Jötuns in the book, the more aghast you became. One thing was for sure. Loki was not sick. Loki was aroused.

Terror-stricken, you bookmarked the page, grabbed your phone and jumped to your feet, abandoning the pile of books on Loki’s floor. You needed to speak to Thor right now.

He was about to enter the bathroom when you found him, once again almost knocking into his broad form.

“I… I found something.” You choked out.

“What?”

“I found something… about Loki. Thor… he is not ill, not really, he is…” Biting your lower lip, you pushed the God of Thunder into the bathroom, shut the door behind you and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “He is… aroused.”

“What?” He roared, blushing. “What do you mean he is aroused?”

“Look… I found this book, I…”

“You speak Old Norse?”

“No! I used… I used a translator. Thor, listen, please. It says here that to ensure their continued existence, male Frost Giants, every one-thousand years, experience the primal urge to copulate with females of their kind. Much like wolves or elves, this ‘heat’ usually begins with restlessness, extremely aggressive and possessive behaviour, unusual amounts of pent-up energy as well as an extreme hunger and loss of appetite at the very same time. Loki hasn’t showed up for lunch, dinner or breakfast and… he has been spending extraordinary times in the training room downstairs in the middle of the night lately. He barely sleeps, it seems.”

“Go on…”

“How old is Loki, Thor?”

“He is a little over one-thousand years… old.” He looked up in shock when he realised.

“That’s why he is in his Jötun form, Thor. He can’t control it, it’s not his fault, it’s… in his nature. God…” You had read it all, yet you were still working on processing it.

“This… it would explain why he tried to attack Nat. So… he is not in danger then?” Thor probed.

“No, not necessarily but—“

“So we can just wait until it is over.”

You frowned. “Until what is over?”

“His heat! If what you are saying is true and Loki’s behaviour derives from his heritage… if he cannot control his reactions, we have to keep him locked up and wait. We can’t have him ravish all the females in the compound.”

“But… he is in pain.”

An urgent knock on the bathroom door interrupted you.

“Hey, are you having a soap party in there? Other people need to use the bathroom too!” Closing the heavy book shut again, you rolled your eyes.

“There are at least three other bathrooms in this compound, Tony!”

“What are you two doing in here anyway?” He asked as he opened the door and leaned against the threshold when he spotted you two sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

“(Y/N) found out that Loki is… uh… in heat.”

“In heat?!” Tony repeated. “Like a cat?”

“No! It… has something to do with the procreation cycle of Jötuns. It… is in his nature.”

“Fuck…”

“Hey… language.” If you hadn’t recognised his voice, you would know it was Steve who joined your heated discussion. “What’s going on here?”

“Loki is in heat, like a cat.” Steve frowned.

“No, he isn’t! Not like a cat, this is…” Thor stood again before you could finish your sentence.

“It’s for the best, (Y/N). Down there, he’ll be save from getting himself into trouble.”

“Thor, wait! Loki is suffering! Soon, he will…”

“We can’t risk it, (Y/N)! He almost raped Natasha!” Tony barked. “And if you go near him, I’ll lock you up too. I’ve seen what he’s capable of, (Y/N). I will not let him hurt you.”

“He… he wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t.” You chirped. No. Loki would never deliberately take a woman against her will. If he did… no! Loki had in incredible amount of self-control and composure; and you knew how much he despised his own heritage. He would fight this—for as long as he could.

“Besides…” Tony added. “It wouldn’t be so bad if he got a taste of his own medicine.”

“Stop blaming Loki for your PTSD, Tony. That was Thanos’ doing and you know that.” You growled darkly. The billionaire paused for a moment.

“He is staying where he is,” he concluded then. “Until he’s gone back to normal.”

-

But you did not want to wait. You couldn’t. You had read about the symptoms in detail. In the book it said that moodiness and aggression were only the beginning. If Loki did not act on what his Jötun body demanded from him and… released, then soon, excruciating pain would torment his loins. Masturbation appeared to be out of the picture. You nibbled on your lower lip. This thought of yours invaded his privacy on a truly shameful level, yet you were certain that if sexual arousal had already been plaguing him for a significant amount of time before this outbreak of his, he would have tried to lay hand on himself already and learned it did not provide the necessary relief.

Sooner or later, he would no longer be able to suppress his erection—and it would not disappear until he… sheathed himself inside a female to fill her with his seed. Under different circumstances, the idea of him claiming a woman… you, in such a possessive manner would have aroused you tremendously yourself. As of right now, however, Loki was in agony. The pain, if ignored for too long, would only get worse—it could last up to months and even then the denial of sexual release could result in permanent damage to his loins and even his potency.

But there was no cure either. No potion or spell to contain a male Jötun’s heat which Thor could have forwarded to Asgardian healers.

It was past midnight when you stopped reading and translating—too appalled by how much more Loki would have to suffer if nothing was done about his… condition. The only way to make it stop… was to act on it.

Your lips parted in realisation. You liked him, very much so—and you found Loki incredibly attractive, dreaming of his hands on your body, even. Perhaps you could help him after all. You were not Jötun but… would his body really make a difference? This most primal part of him wished to mate with a female—and although you had never seen a female Jötun, you doubted they looked much different than you did down there.

-

You had to wait another thirty minutes until the lights in Tony’s lab finally went out and you could sneak through the compound and downstairs to the cells—and once you had made sure that Vision was nowhere to be found, you switched off the security camera for Loki’s cell and approached the thick metal door.

It was quiet. He had stopped screaming. There was no banging against the walls either. Yet when you unlocked the door and slipped inside, his appearance, cowering on the floor and leaning against the cool wall with bare feet, startled you to the core. Loki’s raven hair was completely dishevelled, his knuckles bruised and covered in dry blood. His Jötun appearance was downright intimidating and close up, even more fascinating. He was breathing heavily, the thin shirt he had been wearing underneath all of his armour torn in several places, revealing blue skin and in his dark leather trousers… there was a remarkable bulge.

You shivered slightly when his red eyes met yours. Slowly, he tilted his head. “What are you doing here?” He growled hoarsely but weakly.

“I… I want to help you.”

The God of Mischief snorted. “You cannot help me.”

Mutely, you shook your head. “I can. Loki… I… I know what’s happening with you.”

He snorted once more. “So do I.”

“Let me help you.” Taking a deep breath, you moved closer to him. He reacted immediately. Loki jerked, greedily, as if to grab you and pull you on his lap. He could barely stop himself. Yet you were convinced that he would not hurt you in this state… much. A wave of courage rolled over you—you were doing this for him; and you wouldn’t be doing it if you did not like him in this way. Regardless of what he thought of you after, if he could even imagine being with a mortal like that… you longed to stop his pain.

“Leave.” He said quickly when you kneeled down next to him, timidly resting your palms on his thighs. “No… I said… leave… while you still can.” You did not. In fact, you ignored his rather sincere warning. Slowly, to not tickle the sleeping dragon, you reached for the buttons of his leather trousers and began undoing them until he grabbed a hold of your wrists to stop you. He was ice cold.

“Have you… lost your mind?” Loki was cut off by a loud hiss escaping his lips when your fingertips brushed against his erection. He was large—much larger than he would be in his Aesir form, you presumed, and his cock too was blue and covered in dozens of ridges.

“It won’t go away on its own,” you whispered. “You know it won’t. It’s okay.”

Braver this time, you stroked him again, creating more skin on skin contact. Loki was still holding on to you tightly but made no move to stop you. The touch of a female… it must have been bringing some sort of relief already. Coming here had been the right decision.

“Loki…” You murmured. Finally, your hand closed around his incredibly hard cock entirely and you began to jerk him off—gently at first, only to pick up speed when his breathing grew even heavier than it already was. Defeated, he dropped his head against the wall, revealing his blue neck to you. “Please let me help you.” You repeated. “It’s okay. I trust you.” Upon those words, Loki’s eyes widened barely noticeably. Perhaps it was all he had needed to hear to lose his self-control and composure entirely.

Growling like a wild animal, he suddenly started at you, pushing you back firmly so you lost your balance like a beetle on its back, wrapped his ice cold hands around your ankles and pulled you into him. Your back collided with the floor, knocking all air out of your lungs. You gasped for air all the while Loki busied himself with your clothes. Any layer of fabric was too much. He wanted you naked for him. His sheer strength petrified you when he tore at your pyjamas and ripped them to pieces until they were scattered all over the cell. You trembled—but it wasn’t the icy temperature of his blue skin that made your limbs shake so much. It was, so you realised when your widened eyes fell on his massive erection, now fully springing free from his tight trousers, your own arousal growing into dizzying heights. This, whatever it was, excited you—maybe even way more than it should.

Once more, the God of Mischief grabbed your ankles, forcing your legs open. Your heart skipped a beat when he laid his blood-red eyes upon your bare pussy. Your lower lips must have been glistening with your juices in the artificial light of the cell. Loki growled, his long and cold fingers gripping your ankles so tightly you could already feel the bruises forming. Eagerly, he positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his hard and ice cold cock teasing your clit. A moan escaped your lips, urging him on. The fire in his eyes had returned, like your body had set his ablaze.

He spread you even further for him, your nails digging into the metal floor beneath you—and then he claimed you for his own. Inch by antagonising inch, he split you apart, sheathing himself so deep inside of you all air was knocked from your lungs yet again. He was ice cold and he was much larger than the average man; and you were beginning to understand that yes, female Jötuns were anatomically different than humans. Human women were not made for taking such long cocks… so why did every single powerful thrust of his feel so good?

Loki pulled out almost completely, with only the tip remaining inside of you, only to plunge back inside only the fraction of a second later, fucking you furiously. Your tight and wet walls appeared to mould around his manhood, gripping him tightly, asking for more despite the almost unbearable coldness against your most intimate parts. No longer were you in control of your arms. They reached up, palms gliding over his bare chest and enjoying the coldness under your fingertips. Fascinated and aroused at the very same time, you traced every single ridge on Loki’s body while he was fucking you senseless, until your eyes rolled to the back of your head, unable to take the pleasure. His long manhood his spots inside of you which you had never known even existed. He leaned down, at last letting go of your ankles, instead taking a hold of your wrists to pin them both down right above your head and pressing his body so tightly against yours that your clit kept rubbing against his pelvis with every single stroke. You moaned, stricken by ecstasy, and arched your back as you kept moving your hips up to meet his thrusts.

Aroused, you looked down, watching how his blue cock kept sliding in and out of you, spreading your lips as they enveloped him welcomingly.

Loki groaned, his attention steering towards your breasts as they bounced with each of his rough thrusts. Hungrily, he lowered his face, his cold breath ghosting over your mounts, and sucked your right nipple into his mouth—hard. He nibbled, suckled pulled and bit until the already hardened nub was throbbing with pleasure and need and he repeated the same blissful procedure with your left nipple all the while he kept rutting into you uncontrollably.

“Loki…” You wondered if, in his current state, he would be able to speak. As of right now, he indeed reminded you of a wolf who would annihilate anything standing between him and his subject of desire, his prey—you.

Your toes curled, the promising and numbing sensation growing in your lower abdomen having you scream his name over and over again. You could already feel yourself clenching around him, your body urging him on to mark you with his seed and impregnate you and when he finally released himself into you, burying his cock as deep inside of you as was physically possible and coating your walls with his load, he triggered your own release.

You came with a loud moan, feeling him twitch against you as your pussy contracted around him again and again until you collapsed underneath him, spent and tired from his vigorous fucking. Loki, on the other hand, didn’t even think about letting you be. Unceremoniously, he pulled you on his lap so you came to snuggle up against his cold and naked chest, your face hidden in his neck. He supported himself by leaning against the metal wall, his cock still resting deep inside of you.

“How… are you… feeling?” You breathed out, barely able to keep your eyes open. Being taken thoroughly by a Frost Giant had been a lot more exhausting than you had initially assumed.

He was panting, his eyes almost shut. His erection inside you, however, was still very prominent and nowhere near ebbing down.

“Better… soon.” He growled into your ear. Soon? A high-pitched scream escaped your lips when he sank his teeth into your neck and bit down hard enough to make you squirm on his lap. You could still feel his ice cold sperm dribbling out of you and coating his own cock when he grabbed your arse and began moving you up and down his cold rut, forcing you to ride him.

“Oh… fuck…” You choked out. You were tender already, sensitive to the touch. This was too much, too soon. Yet Loki was too caught up in his pleasure and urges to give you a break. He took you several more times that night, eliciting orgasm after orgasm after orgasm from you—until you were on the verge of passing out.

-

You awoke with a hunger unlike one you had never experienced before. Irritated, you crawled out of bed—using the toilet but skipping your morning routine to get to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. It was only seven. Loki had not… released you until half past six. There was no way your body could have drawn enough rest from this meagre hour of sleep.

Be that as it may—for now, you were hungry. Quietly, you tiptoed into the kitchen, ignoring the sweet ache and tenderness between your legs and resisting the urge to cup yourself through your pyjama bottoms. The white and bright light of the fridge blinded you when you opened it and reached for a package of juice and one of those pre-packed turkey sandwiches Tony kept buying. Unceremoniously, you then closed the fridge with your butt and sat down at the kitchen table to eat. And you kept returning to the fridge until Steve joined you in the kitchen to have a cup of coffee and then go for a run. When had you ever been this hungry before? Was it because of the aggressive sex you had had with Loki? Jesus…

You blushed when Steve asked you how you had slept—and you were rather grateful you had been smart enough to switch off the security cameras before… helping Loki out. He had still been in his Jötun form when you left at long last but he had looked content and… satisfied, in the most carnal manner possible. You would wait until the rest of the Avengers were up to check on him, to not raise any suspicion.

So when Thor staggered into the kitchen with a shit-eating grin on his face, you nearly jumped from your seat.

“Good morning!” He yelled—clearly in a very good mood. He managed to scarf down an entire package of fruit loops before you couldn’t take it anymore and aggressively scratched your fork over your empty plate until the room went awkwardly quiet.

“Didn’t you forget something?” You asked him heatedly. The God of Thunder frowned.

“No! I did flush the toilet this morning, (Y/N).”

Rolling your eyes, you stood.

“Loki. Loki is still one level below you, locked up in a cell, in pain, while you are enjoying your breakfast.” You hoped though, sincerely, that he was no longer in pain.

“(Y/N)… we spoke about this, there is nothing we can do. Down there, he can’t hurt himself or anyone else. I told you I’m going to Asgard soon, I will speak to—”

It was in this moment that your plate broke in half. You had, subconsciously, used your fork to stab it so forcefully it fell apart like a rotten apple. Eyes widening, you mumbled an apology.

“Sorry… I just… no one should be suffering like this. You all heard him last night.”

Bruce gave you a gentle smile. “You’ve always had a big heart for everyone, huh?” You nodded quickly. They did not need to know about your feelings… or the arousing ache between your legs. Your heart was racing. You took a deep breath, hurrying out of the kitchen without cleaning up behind you. Instead, you immediately locked yourself in the bathroom and turned on the tap to splash some cold water on your face. The icy temperature calmed you once it came in contact with your skin, reminding you of him—if only for a moment.

You were shaking. What on Earth was wrong with you? You took a quick shower to wind down, threw on an oversized sweater and then headed downstairs to the prison cells. A glance at the monitor of the security camera made you let out a relieved breath. Loki had indeed gone back to his Aesir form—and he did no longer seem to be in pain. It was, so you wondered, very unusual, however, to not complain and wreak havoc so the Avengers would let him out but then again… would they truly believe him if he told them he had overcome his heat?

With another deep breath, you opened the cell door and slipped inside.

“You were not supposed to see me like this last night. No one was.” He said quietly before you could even open your mouth, not bothering to make eye contact with you.

“Did you know? What was happening to you?”

“Yes.” He snorted, a bitter smile spreading on his thin lips. “I believed I would be able to control it.” Finally, he looked up, his blue eyes locking with yours. “Did I hurt you?” Your lips parted in surprise. Slowly, you shook your head.

“No… I mean… it was quite pleasurable… for me as well… actually.” You choked out sheepishly.

“Hmm… that I could tell,” Loki gave you a light smirk. “Thank you.” He said then—and for the first time since you had met him, you sensed true honesty and sincerity in his smooth voice.

“I’ll leave the door open.” You returned his smile; the planes in your belly flying loops.

“We are… keeping this between us, are we not?” He hastened to ask when you turned around.

“Of course.” After all, no one needed to know you had let Loki mate with you to regain control over his loins.

-

It was five days after your intimate encounter with Loki when your constant shaking became worse enough for him to notice—and if that wasn’t bad enough already, your body had begun to sweat; a lot. Day in and out, you had to change your sheets as if your bed was your personal sauna—or your personal hell.

You felt like you had been hit by a bus, like an extremely nasty form of the flu had you in its steel grip tightly, unwilling to let you go. Sleep, however, to get some rest and recover, would not come either. Two hours per night at most, three if you got lucky. And instead of getting better, it became worse.

He had been restless ever since. It could not be. After all, it had also never… or had it? Growling to himself, he locked the door to his room, enjoying the quietness and most of all, utter privacy.

Not a soul in the nine realms was aware he was still in the possession of the Tesseract. So when he produced it out of thin air—his large hand momentarily surrounded by a green mist—he made sure to hurry and quickly teleported himself back to Asgard. Heimdall would never open the Bifrost for him if he wasn’t accompanied by Thor.

He was worried about you and his surprise about these particular circumstances was remarkably low. When he closed his eyes, he could still taste your hard nipples on his tongue from when he had suckled on them. He remembered how warm your body felt against his when he had cradled you in his lap and the thought of your tight cunt around his throbbing cock stirred arousal in his leather trousers if only he indulged in reminiscences for too long. Most of all, however, he was unable to forget the sincere smile on your face when you had freed him from the cell the next day… and the mesmerised gaze you had met him with when he had ravished your sweet quim over and over again.

With another deep breath, he disappeared in an ice cold cloud of smoke.

-

Sneaking past the guards and into the palace library—the one place he had spent hours on end in growing up here, hiding away from Thor, his friends and the world, reading and hoarding knowledge—was pathetically easy. He knew exactly what to look for, what lecture would confirm his worrying suspicions. Once he found what he had been searching, he sat down on the windowsill—another usual spot he found comfort in—and began his research. He had known about the impact of a male Jötun’s seed on his female counterpart, of course; for even though he despised his own race, he, as opposed to Thor, had paid attention during their private tutoring lessons as children. The heavy book in his hands, however, made him, the God of Mischief and Trickery, hold his breath. What Loki had not known was that the repercussion of a male Jötun’s seed did not just occur in Jötun females. It applied to any species—including humans. However, the chances of survival for weaker lifeforms were alarmingly low.

Abandoning the book, he hurried out of the library and into the city. There was someone he needed to speak to.

-

“With all due respect, my prince but you are not welcome here.” Loki rolled his eyes. He knew it would not be fun, exactly, to seek out his ex-partners and ask about their well-being long after he had left them. The man opening him when he knocked on Sigyn’s door, a woman he had been engaged with for several years in his youth, was about as tall as Thor—his right hand decorated with a golden ring. Husband. Just great. And, judging by his obvious dismay of finding him on his doorstep, she must have told him about their shared past.

“I need to speak to your wife. Urgently. That is an order.” Sigyn’s husband growled, clenching his fists but stepped aside regardless. Loki made sure not to pay any attention to the furniture and his surroundings. Toys were scattered all across the living room, hinting that Sigyn had become both wife and mother in his absence. Her face fell when she spotted Loki standing in the middle of the small room—truly like he would even have preferred Helheim over being here of all places—as pale as a ghost.

“Loki… I mean… your highness. What… brings you here?”

“I need to ask you a few questions.”

“Um… by all means. Sit down. Would you like some ale?”

“No.” Sigyn pointed at the rectangular kitchen table and then sat down opposite of him. Her hands were folded on the surface of the polished wood.

“It is good to see you.”

“Likewise… Now this will sound odd,” he began unceremoniously, ignoring her husband towering above him with his arms crossed. “But I have to know how you fared after we separated. Not… emotionally. Physically.” He emphasised.

“Physically? That is indeed odd. Oh, I… um… let me see, it’s been such a long time. I had quite an appetite after you left,” she laughed, clearly uncomfortable with his presence. Loki sighed.

“An appetite. What more than that?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Except… yes, of course! I fell ill a few days after. The healers never found out what my body was rebelling against. It lasted for a few months. Tiredness, insomnia, attacks of sweat and I could not stop shaking. Why do you ask? Did you… did you experience it too?”

“No,” he replied quickly, a nauseous feeling spreading in his guts. You were showing the exact same symptoms. Symptoms of addiction. “You said it lasted for a few months?”

“I am sorry, your highness but is there a point to this interrogation? My wife has to feed the baby.”

“We’re almost done.” He barked, glaring at Sigyn’s husband from the corner of his eye.

“It did,” Sigyn confirmed. “But then it never returned.”

“Thank you. That will be all.” Loki took a deep breath and stood, resisting the urge to massage the bridge of his nose to clear his thoughts. It was only when he turned on his heel to leave this way too harmonic place that he noticed Sigyn’s husband had left the door open for him. He rolled his eyes.

“Loki! I-I mean, your highness…”

“Loki is fine, Sigyn. We have seen each other naked, after all.” Beside him, he could practically hear her husband gnashing his teeth. He smirked.

“I understand you do not wish to share with me what troubles you but whatever it is, I hope everything will turn out to be alright.”

Loki gave her a smile. It was as honest as he could muster in this tense situation. Sigyn had always known when he was being plagued by dark sorrows, even before he learned about his true parentage. Much like you. You too had been able to tell he had been unwell, both physically and mentally. He swallowed thickly.

“Thank you, Sigyn.”

He had to see Amora, too. They had not exactly gone separate ways peacefully but if she had experienced the same symptoms as Sigyn after their break-up, he had to get back to you immediately. And he had to tell you. The truth, a luxury given his nature, was the very least you deserved.

-

“Where have you been?” Thor roared as soon as he entered the kitchen to pick up one of those cold drinking chocolates you had introduced him to a while back—the ridiculous amount of sugar would help you, if only for a moment. The presence of Tony, Nat, Bucky, Steve and Thor, leaning against the counter or sitting at the kitchen table, he ignored as best as he could. He would have preferred to be alone now.

Loki quirked his eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Asgard, given that you were unwilling to get help yourself.”

“How? Heimdall wouldn’t…”

“There is a lot Heimdall does not know, brother.” Thor grumbled something he did not understand but it sounded awfully like a curse word in Old Norse.

“Whatever. Have you seen (Y/N)? Her room is down the same hallways as yours, has she left her room lately?” Tony barked at him.

“As far as I am concerned, she has Vision bring her excessive amounts of food, for she is too weak to come to the kitchen herself. No. I have not seen her around.” He replied nonchalantly, with false disinterest. This time, so it seemed, however, his choice of tone, equalled shooting himself in the foot.

“We need to get her to the hospital. None of the medicines I gave her worked even a little bit—and I contacted the best doctors I know.” Loki suppressed a scoff. As if a hospital full of human ‘doctors’ would be able to help you. The only one who could… was he.

“For Fuck’s sake, she has been feeling ill ever since…” Tony’s face fell. “Ever since we locked up your brother.” Belligerently, his gaze wandered over to Loki again. “Okay, Reindeer Games, what did you do to her and don’t even try to lie to me!”

“You do assume, automatically, that I have something to do with it?” He mocked. Tony clenched his fists.

“Loki,” Thor added calmly. “Do you… know something?” The God of Mischief sighed. If he told them, what little trust they had in his capabilities as an Avenger would vaporise like smoke. It mattered not. In fact, he could not care less if any of those self-proclaimed heroes even liked him. Yet if he spoke the truth… surely they would do anything in their power to keep you away from him—which was exactly what they could not do if they wanted you to survive and feel better again as much as he did. He could just take care of the problem on his own… sooner or later, however, they were bound to find out about their intimate encounters, and he was beyond keeping secrets like that. If he wanted to make love to you, then he would, may the Norns help him.

“It is… my seed.” He choked out reluctantly.

“Your… what!? Your… yeah, no, I can’t say that out loud without throwing up… is making her sick!?”

“The seed of a male Jötun is causing… an addiction. Withdrawal will make her weak and ill.” Loki looked up grimly. “Frost Giants live in strictly monogamous relationships.”

“What, like penguins? How did she even come in contact with… did you… did you rape her? I swear to God, I will kill you.”

“I did not lay a finger on her.” Loki replied darkly.

Tony threw his hands up in the air. “So how did your happy juice get inside of her in the first place then!? How did that happen, I wonder?”

“She came to me voluntarily, Stark!”

“But you knew? If you knew it would make her sick, why didn’t you stop her, you selfish asshole!?”

“How!? How, Stark!? Resisting the urge to mate in heat is like attempting to suppress a sneeze. It’s impossible. Don’t bother your pathetic human mind with things you do not understand.”

“Loki…” Thor began warningly. The God of Mischief ignored him with a hostile growl.

“(Y/N) would never do that.” Tony said then.

“Perhaps you do not know her as well as you thought you do.”

“You little shit, I will…” Tony jumped from his chair as if stung by an adder, prompting Loki to draw one of his daggers seemingly out of nowhere when he started at him. Both Natasha and Steve barely managed to hold him back.

“Leave it, Tony. This is Loki. He is just trying to provoke you.” Nat appeased.

Just this one time, however, they were wrong. Loki did, in fact, care about you. It was just he had not realised that until you had willingly offered your body to him when he had been in pain. Glaring at them darkly, he rose from his chair.

“I am going to fix this.” He spat. It almost sounded like a threat. “Not for you. I could watch you drop dead to my feet without so much as blinking. But for her.” Fuming, he stormed out, his right fist still clutching at his dagger in a desperate attempt to calm himself down. And as of right now, Thor knew better than to stop him.

He needed to see you. Remorse and guilt were eating him up from the inside out—and it wasn’t just the fact you had helped him in spite of everything he had done to Midgard only a few years back. It was… you were… Loki closed his eyes for a brief moment. You were his.

When he knocked on your door, there was no response. Now there was a chance you were asleep, yet he somehow knew better than to leave and try again later as to not startle you. After all… he was going to make you feel better.

He slipped inside, locking the door behind him with magic so you would not be disturbed. The sight of you almost broke his heart. You were trembling, buried under a pile of blankets, pale and weak.

“(Y/N)…” He spoke with a quiet voice, approaching you slowly. Your eyes opened when you heard his voice, your weak body barely managing to turn over to look at him. A cough escaped your lips before you could answer him.

“Hey…”

“How are you feeling?”

“Terrible.” You tried for a laugh but could only manage another cough. With a straight face, he sat down on the edge of the bed so he was able to bring his palm to your forehead. You were incredibly warm, yet the sweat made your skin cold to the touch. His heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, he was worried you only had a few weeks left until your body gave up fighting the withdrawal. He would not, ever let this happen.

“I brought you some cold drinking chocolate.”

“Oh…” You chuckled weakly. “Thank you. Is that the only reason you came?”

“No,” he laughed. “I came to check on you.”

“An eye for an eye, huh?” Your eyes fell shut when you smiled.

“Hmm… I’m afraid it is a little more complicated than that.” He purred. You never noticed how his eyes fell on your crotch, even if it was covered by a bunch of blankets. Slowly but determined, he slid his left hand under the layers of fabric until he found what he was searching for. With skilled fingers, he began to massage your clit until he felt you responding to his attentive touches. You arched your back, your sex growing wetter and wetter fast—like your body knew exactly what would follow. Licking his lips, he scooped some of it up to spread all over your quim and create even more friction. You were squirming by the time he removed the blankets entirely and positioned himself between your legs, careful not to shift all of his body weight onto you.

Was he going to… did he… could he possibly… reciprocate your feelings? Your heart skipped a beat, butterflies awakening in your belly. If only you could…

“Loki… Loki, I… I really want to do this again too but… not now, I’m… I really don’t feel well.”

“Shhh…” He would ponder over your words later. You wanted to do this again too? Had it not just be compassion and pity that had driven you to offer him your most intimate parts for relief? And what if you refused him now? You had to trust him. So he shut you up by pressing his lips against yours, capturing them in a passionate kiss and then, once again slowly but determined, removed the blankets and peeled your pyjama from you until he had you naked—fine, he had helped with magic; and he was certainly too impatient to remove his own clothes, so instead contented himself with freeing his growing erection from his trousers only.

A whimper escaped your lips when you caught sight of his arousal, his tip—not blue but the colour of flesh this time—pressing against your entrance. He slid inside you to the hilt with almost no resistance, your warm pussy welcoming him in. Loki moaned when your walls gripped him tightly; it was like your body already knew his release would make it feel better. Only this time, he was in control. This time, he would take his time and make gentle love to you—right until you began to tremble underneath him for entirely different reasons.

Your eyes fell shut when Loki started moving, retreating almost completely only to plunge back deep inside of you fast and passionately. You were too weak to buck your hips, as much as you would have loved to. And despite your weariness, he felt incredible. You were unable to decide which form of his you liked better.

You kissed him again when his nose brushed against yours and his breath tickled your lips, bathing in the intimacy between you. But when he slid his hand down to where your bodies were united to pamper your clit all the while speeding up, hungry for his release, you stopped him, albeit gently.

“I… I don’t think I can, I’m too… but I… it’s okay.” You murmured. “Cum.”

It was a request he could not resist, not any longer. Thrusting forward a few more times, his release was beginning to overwhelm him. He groaned into your ear, his hot breath brushing against your cheek, and let his climax consume him. He was throbbing against your walls, his seed—surprisingly warm and not as cold as it had been the first time—filling you to the brim and until you could feel it dribbling out of you again. Loki stilled, turning you over so you both rested on the mattress on your sides, with his slowly softening cock still inside of you and one of your legs draped over his hips. One heartbeat passed, then another and another. And just like that… you felt like you had been reborn.

“How… I feel so much better.” Loki kept silent. Remorse was sparkling in his blue eyes. Avoiding your curious gaze, he looked down, with a start fascinated with the blue roses on your bed sheets.

“Loki?”

“You did fail to read all of it, did you not?” He stated quietly.

“What… what do you mean?”

“The book you took from my shelf. I looked it up when you got worse. It wasn’t until I left for Asgard that I realised why our… sexual encounter is making you ill.”

“I… wait… Does that mean you believe it has something to do with you? I mean… what we did? Is it… I’m not pregnant, am I!?”

“No. You are not.” He smirked at you weakly. “That, I would have sensed already. No… I’m afraid it is a little more complicated. Frost Giants live in strictly monogamous relationships. They never… switch their partners once they mated during their first heat. If they do…” Loki took a deep breath. “It appears that the seed of a Frost Giant triggers some sort of… addiction for their female partner. They develop a carnal craving for their seed which forces them to keep returning for… more.”

Biologically speaking, this was a downright bulletproof way of ensuring the survival of a species—the Jötuns’ own bodies turning against them and demanding sex. The gravity of his words, however, hit you only a moment later. So this was why you had been feeling so sick lately. You were showing signs of… addiction. Your body had become addicted to Loki’s seed. You swallowed thickly.

“I-is there… is there a way to stop this?”

“I went to speak to my former partners back on Asgard—which, to be frank, does not just sound like a disaster. But I needed to know if they experienced any symptoms similar to yours when we… separated.” You ignored the painful sting in your heart when he said ‘former partners’. Of course Loki had had sex before, had perhaps even been in love. He did not strike you as the type of Norse God who was unexperienced in the art of love making. After all, he had more than just proved this to you. It mattered not, not now.

“And… did they?” You probed nervously.

Loki nodded seriously. “They were both bedridden for months, plagued by uncontrollable trembling and sweating. Their appetite increased, they ate twice as much than they usually would without ever feeling truly full… and they barely slept anymore, tossing and turning for most of the night. Amora added she became increasingly violent as well. They, of course, believed it was a virus which would pass, eventually.” Terrified, you remembered how you had broken your plate in the kitchen the night after your lovemaking. It all made sense now.

But you did not dare ask what this meant. When dreaming of having a relationship with Loki, you had not imaged a partnership out of physical and sexual necessity which would feel like a chore to him; like an obligation now that you had helped him out, after all.

“But they were Asgardian.” He suddenly said, pausing to let his words sink in. “You are human. You are mortal. I am uncertain you would survive…” If I stopped having sex with you. Is that what he had meant to say before he stopped himself abruptly?

Taking a deep and shaky breath, you gathered all of your courage, as weak as it may be.

“This is all my own fault, Loki.”

“It is not—“

“N-no, let me speak. It’s my fault. You couldn’t help it. And I came to you on my own accord. But…” You swallowed. “Even if I had known, I still would have helped you.”

The God of Mischief frowned when you reached for his hand and held it—but it was a downright vulnerable expression.

“Loki… I’m not going to expect you to keep having sex with me if you don’t… I mean…” It was then he began to smirk cheekily.

“And if I do?” Loki had truthfully speaking always been a puzzle—always keeping his deepest thoughts and feelings all to himself. Until now. So he did reciprocate your feelings.

“Y-you do?” His smirk widened.

“It… does get better after a while, once the pair is more acquainted to each other’s bodies,” he continued. “And they are then able to spend more time apart without any signs of withdrawal showing. Ultimately, however, once the male Jötun claimed her, the female is bound to him… if he decides to keep her.”

Despite your weakness, you raised an eyebrow. “That sounds pretty sexist, Lokes.” Loki looked up. His heart jumped when you gave him a nickname.

“Sexist? No. Dominant? Yes.” He growled darkly.

“You’re right. It’s probably not sexist given that male Frost Giants go into heat.” You giggled in response. Loki tickled your sides for that remark, making you wriggle around on the bed. If your hunch was not deceiving your love-drunken mind, then the God of Mischief had just begun to court you.

“Loki?” You mused, raising your voice in a shy manner.

“Hmm?”

“I think I feel fit enough now to have an orgasm.”

The God of Mischief laughed—as heartily as you had never heard him laugh before. “Do you now?”

Next thing you knew he was already on top of you again, covering your naked body with tender kisses.

-

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Marks in Quarantine

A/N: I know i’m late to the while quarantine thing but I love these kinds of concepts.

Summary: What happens when reader and Tom are interrupted to many times for Tom’s liking? Oral- Fem receiving. Unprotected sex (Wrap it up! Practise safe sex). 

Warnings: Swearing. Smut (Minors do not engage).

W/C: 2.2K

Quarantine was fun and you did enjoy living the boys, you loved them all, truly. There was just one inevitable problem when it came to everyone being home all the time. It became increasingly difficult for you and Tom to get any sort of alone time. It wasn’t too bad when it came to standard PDA, the boys more than used to seeing Tom interact with you in everyday situations as you’d been together for the last two years, but they had caught you in some intimate moments together.

Tom’s breath was hot on your skin as you straddled him and he kissed your neck. You moaned quietly as he sucked your sweet spot. You were in your room, having a chilled-out afternoon and one thing led to another. You were straddling his waist as he gripped your hips, grinding them against his own.

“Fucking, can’t wait to get you out of these.” He growled as he bit your neck, eliciting another quiet moan from you.

“Tom, mate any chance- shit I’m so sorry.” Tuwaine fumbled as he took in the sight before him. Tom’s head popped out from behind your shoulder as you buried your red face into his neck. Tom’s face was flushed as he looked at Tuwaine.

“Mate.” Tom drawled out as he gestured towards the two of you. Tuwaine cleared his throat as he mumbled another apology and made his way out of the room. The whole exchange completely turning you off.

**

You’d woken up ten minutes ago and Tom had his fingers pumping in and out of you as he caught your moans and gasps in his kiss.

“You need to be quiet for me baby.” He mumbled as he removed his fingers, licking them, shooting you a wink and placing kisses down your body. He’d gotten to your core and you felt his breath fan over you, it turned you on immensely. Before you knew it, he was lapping at your clit and his fingers had returned, pumping in and out as he licked and sucked your clit.

You were getting close and you’d done really well at keeping your moans quiet when Harrison walked in. Fuck. Tom immediately stopped what he was doing, throwing the duvet back over you as Harrison turned around, face red as a tomato.

“Erm, Sorry Tom but the neighbour has asked if he can borrow something for his car from you.”

“Sure mate.” Tom replied, he was visibly annoyed and frustrated, trying not to make it obvious to his friend that he was.

**

All of this had happened over the last week and killed your mood every time and Tom had had enough; he’d decided that he was going to have bring it up whilst you were in the shower.

“Guys, can you do me a favour?” He asked and they all hummed in response. “If you want me for anything today, can you please knock on the door and make sure it’s urgent.” He said.

“Sure man. Need some alone time with your mrs?” Harrison teased.

“As a matter of fact, yes, I do.” Tom grumbled as he stood up and left the boys in the living room.

**

You made your way out of the shower, towel wrapped around you and thankful Tom had an en suite as you’d forgotten your clothes. When you entered the bedroom Tom was sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up from his phone when he saw you, throwing it to the side. He grabbed your hand that wasn’t holding your towel up and brought you towards him.

“Hi.” You said as you stood between his legs, he grinned up at you and mumbled back a ‘hey’. He took your towel and suddenly ripped it off you, leaving you somewhat dumbfounded. “Tom what are you doing?” You laughed as he gripped your hips and pulled you onto his lap.

“I” He started as he moved you further up the bed “am” he continued as he flipped you over onto your back “finally gonna make you feel good.” He finished as he led on top of you.

“Is that a good idea? I mean the boys-“

“Are not going to be bothering us, I promise.” He interrupted as he kissed down your neck. You were turned on in seconds, he knew exactly where to kiss you to get you going. He stopped at your breasts and took a nipple into his mouth. You breathed out a sigh of pleasure as he did. He brought another hand up to cup your other breast. You felt the familiar pooling of arousal between your legs as he lapped his tongue over your nipple.

You arched your back into his touch as you let yourself indulge in him. Every lick from his tongue was another step away from your worry as he diminished it completely. He licked a hot stripe down your stomach as he made his way down your body and you moaned quietly in pleasure. As soon as his tongue licked a stripe down your core your hand flew to your mouth. You were so turned on and you hadn’t had his touch in well over a week which when you were together was an absolute rarity.

He took your clit into his mouth as he sucked and licked on the aching body part. You bit down on your hand, it felt so good. He looked up at you and moaned as he took in the sight of you, the vibrations shooting straight through you and the pleasure consumed you as you threw your head back and moaned into your hand. You were, again, doing well to keep your moans under control until he added two fingers into your dripping heat and curled them towards your g-spot. He knew you were close, which was why he added the fingers.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you as he sucked your clit. You felt that familiar fire coursing through your veins. The one that arrived when you were about to orgasm and you grabbed the nearest pillow which just so happened to be Tom’s and pulled it over your face. You were having a hard time not screaming in pleasure as his assault never let up. His  strong scent filled your nostrils and it pushed you over the edge.

You orgasmed incredibly hard and prayed to god that the pillow was enough to muffle your moans and quiet screams as your orgasm washed over you. Tom continued to insert his fingers in and out of you, helping you ride out your intense high. You removed the pillow when you were satisfied you were done and sat up as you looked at Tom between your legs smirking. You threw the pillow at him and he caught it easily.

“What was that for? I just gave you a very good orgasm.” He protested as he made his way up the bed.

“Yeah but you don’t have to look so smug with yourself.” You groaned.

“I’m sorry but the fact that you had to use a pillow to muffle your pretty sounds made me feel like I did I pretty good job.” He laughed as he kissed you and you could taste a hint of yourself on his lips. You pulled his shirt over his head and threw it god knows where in the bedroom. You were so unbelievably turned on, although you didn’t feel touch starved, Tom making sure to keep you well up to date with his cuddles and his tender kisses, you had spent the last week being cock blocked and were incredibly horny as a result.

You pushed him down by his shoulders to straddle him as you started to remove his jeans. Once they were off after some awkward manoeuvring, you pulled his boxers down his legs and removed them. Just as you were about to take his hard cock into your mouth he stopped you. You looked up at him confused.

“Oh no baby, as much as I would love you to take my cock into that pretty mouth, I want to be inside you right now.” He said as he pulled you back up his body, he kissed you deeply as he flipped you onto your back. He looked into your eyes and made sure you were ready and as soon as you granted permission, he slipped into you.

You pulled his head down into a kiss as you moaned into his mouth. You wound your legs around his waist and he gripped one tightly as he hiked it further up his waist allowing him to gain deeper access. You moaned again and Tom had to act fast and swallow it by connecting your lips again.

“Fuck Y/N, feel so good.” He mumbled as he thrust into you. They were hard and deep thrusts and you found it increasingly difficult to stay quiet, you bit into his shoulder which only spurred him on more. “Fuck that feels so fucking good.” He said into your ear as he bit your lobe. Had you have had the house to yourself you were one thousand per cent sure that there wouldn’t be a single room left untouched by the sounds of your moans.

His thrusts grew sloppy and desperate as he felt himself getting closer and you too felt that familiar high creep up along with his. “Fuck, you’re getting tighter, you close?” He asked you as he gave you a few hard thrusts.

“Fuck, Tom, I’m so close.” You moaned as you bit into his shoulder again. He moved his hand that had been gripping your thigh and started to rub your clit again, he was determined to get you off before he did. You felt your high rising further and you knew it was about to come crashing down.

“Come on baby, I need you to come for me. I need you to let go.” And you did. Hard. You gripped his back and pulled him closer to you, fingernails digging into his back as you muffled your moans against his shoulder. He came shortly after, riding you both through your highs. It took you at least two minutes to steady your breath. “Fuck Y/N.” Tom grinned as he slipped out of you and cleaned himself and you up.

“Sorry, that was intense.” You said between breaths. You made your way to the bathroom on shaky legs and did what you had to do. Your face was still flushed and you splashed cold water over it. You examined yourself, that familiar glow of having being railed by your boyfriend present. You were surprised to see he hadn’t left a single mark on you. You walked back into the bedroom and stopped when you saw Tom’s back, he’d put his jeans back on but not his shirt.

You’d left red and angry looking fingernail marks down his back. You’d never done that before and you feared you’d really hurt him. You practically ran up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist as you kissed at the marks. Tom turned awkwardly in your grasp, the shirt he had in his hand was pulled down over your head as he kissed your forehead.

“Tom, your back.” You stuttered out.

“What about it?” He frowned.

“You can’t feel that. Go look.” You said as you pulled back from him completely. You stopped him again as you took in the mark’s you’d left on his neck from biting down. “Fuck, Tom. I’m so sorry. I’ve left marks all over.”

“Like I never leave them on you.” He teased.

“No, Tom. Go look, they seem a little, I don’t know, they look like they hurt.” You said as you started to feel embarrassed.

“One sec.” Tom said as he made his way into the bathroom. He came back out a few minutes later and by that time you’d pulled some shorts on to go with his shirt. He was grinning.

“Fucked you good then.” He concluded and your jaw dropped.

“You’re not mad? I mean, they look sore.” You worried.

“Not at all. It just means I gave you a good time, right?” He asked cockily. “Anyway, have you seen that thigh? I think the whole being quiet thing means more marks.” He teased as you furrowed your brows. You went back into the bathroom and awkwardly looked into the mirror and sure enough there were five very prominent fingerprint marks developing where he’d gripped it. You smiled to yourself, you’d thought the entire time that it was you struggling to keep quiet but so was Tom.

**

You made your way downstairs around an hour later and the boys all looked at you and grinned.

“What?” You eyed them suspiciously.

“You’re fucking glowing Y/N.” Harrison laughed, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You tried to defend yourself. “Glowing.” You muttered as you turned around, trying to find what you were looking for. You knew you had one but you didn’t want to admit that.

“Damn.” Tuwaine shouted as he noticed the marks on your thighs, your hopes of Tom’s shirt covering them shattering in seconds. Tom made his way into the room.

“What are you all shouting about?” He furrowed his brows.

“God damn Y/N! Nice!” Tuwaine shouted again and you furrowed your brows, eyebrows shooting up the second you realised what the fuss was about. Tom hadn’t put a shirt on.

“Tom!” You whisper shouted at him.

“What?”

“You didn’t put a shirt on.”

“Oh.” Tom grinned at you and you blushed so hard you thought your face would stay a permanent red.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland smut

[marveicinematics]

first time (loki x reader, smut)

Summary : Loki has been patiently waiting for the moment you’d want to have your first time with him, and it looks like tonight is the night.

Pairing : Loki x female reader.

Words : 1,640.

TW : Smut. Masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex.

Note : Based on an old readers’ request. I tried to make this one a lot more cute and fluffy, hopefully you’ll still find it good!

I’m open for request, just check the submit new stories button on my page. ♡

Sitting in front of you, head tilting to the side, Loki was staring at you with those puppy eyes he always had when he was worried about something. If you had to be honest, Loki wasn’t worried very often. But when it came to you, he was the most caring person on earth.

“I’m just scared because it’s going to hurt.“ You mumbled, shrugging before looking away. “Love, I told you it wouldn’t.“

He tried to make you feel better with a soft voice, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “You’re a man, that’s why it’s never hurting.“ “First of all, I am no man. I am a god.“ He corrected you, hating the idea of being considered like a pathetic human — or at least that’s how he called them before dating one of them. “And I will make sure this experience isn’t hurting you, do you hear me?“

Silent, you kept staring away from his face and his gaze. You knew he would get his way with you, eventually. Actually, you trusted him so much that you wanted to give in to him. But you needed more time, and both of you spent the rest of the night kissing and cuddling on the couch of your place. It had been months since that conversation, now, and you adored how he accepted each time you told him you weren’t ready to take your relationship to the next level. He helped you calm down when you panicked, thinking he might someday leave you because of this. He made a few dirty jokes only to see your reaction and make you feel more comfortable about it. He even told you a couple of times how desirable you were, to him. So that day, when he arrived home — your home, but he was spending most of his time there —, you placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Tonight. Let’s do this, I think I’m ready now.“ You realized how much he must have been craving to hear these words from the way his eyes darkened at only the idea of what that night could be like. You made sure everything went on with your day, only taking a few more minutes in the bathroom to prepare. Make it special, but not too special. And as usual, both of you settled down on the couch to watch TV, cuddling and sometimes kissing — you could feel how his kisses were a lit more eager than the usual. “Take your shirt off.“ You mumbled against his lips, letting him away from your grip only to watch him start to undress for you. “What about you?“ “Do you want to take my shirt off?“ You asked. Loki looked amazed. He had seen you without a shirt, before. Sometimes you came out of the shower only wearing a sport bra, or you went to the swimming pool wearing a bikini. But he had never taken off your shirt. So he did, carefully, taking time for each movement until your shirt fell to the floor, leaving you wearing a black lace bra. You felt more exposed than ever before for a couple of seconds, before realizing how speechless it seemed to have left Loki. You knew him enough to know it was hard to make your boyfriend shut up. Turning off the TV, you grabbed his hand before leading him to your bedroom. Standing next to the bed, he looked directly at you before trying to take off your dad jeans, slowly. You couldn’t help but to smile. Loki, the great god of mischief, looked almost distraught. “I can’t get them to—“ “Let me help.“ You cut him off, giggling. “It’s the damned jeans.“ Amused by how upset he was, you made sure you unbuttoned and unzipped the pants before looking at him again. Softening again, he took your pants off and laid you down on the bed. Before joining you on the bed, Loki took his own pants down, leaving both of you in your underwear. “What’s next?“ You asked softly, feeling a wave of stress rushing through you. “Are you scared?“ “Yes, a little.“ He settled next to you, as one of his hand rested on your belly. “Then let me help you relax, love.“ Slowly, he reached down over your panties — though the fabric was thin enough for you to feel everything as if his fingers were inside of them. Two of his strong digits rested between your legs, right where you needed them, and he started touching you gently, winning small sighs from you as you slowly relaxed. After a few minutes, Loki’s fingers found there way inside the underwear and in between your legs again, as he caressed your folds again. He must have felt you were starting to feel aroused, because his fingers worked harder against you, massaging your clit until you moaned for the first time, and then sliding inside of you one by one, letting you adjust. You weren’t hurting. It was only pleasure, as he predicted. “It feels so good…“ You whispered as he kept going. After a few minutes, you realized how Loki’s erected cock was resting against your hip, still covered. He must have gotten hard by pleasuring you — you found this idea extremely erotic. “Please… I want you.“ You moaned again as his fingers were still going in and out of you at a steady pace. Taking his hand out of your underwear, Loki licked them clean with a glimpse of lust in his eyes, before getting on top of you. “Are you sure about it, love?“ He asked you, visibly concerned. “You might tell me to stop anytime, all right?“ You nodded — he had told you a hundred times, at least, that he wouldn’t be mad. You felt bold for a second and took his boxers off, freeing him from the tightness of the fabric. “You’re big.“ You whispered, cheeks red from both shame and arousal. Loki let out a soft chuckle and his hands took off the matching bra and panties you still had on. It took you a minute to accept being naked in from of him, but from how astonished he seemed to be looking at your body, you knew he wouldn’t be the one to judge all the flaws you seemed to see. “Now, please.“ You mumbled, legs resting on each side of his body. Loki aligned himself before slowly entering you, inch by inch, as he was checking each of your facial expression to know when to pause. You frowned a couple of time, winced when once again you realized that he was that big. He would always stop silently, before pushing inside a little more. Finally, he was all the way in before you could realize. “It’s good, I feel alright.“ You told him, searching for his eyes in the darkness of the room. Without a word, he pulled out slowly, before pushing back in a second time, faster this time. You winced again, but Loki moaned in pleasure. The way it seemed to please him made you immediately more wet than you were before, and you eased slowly moving your hips against him. “I love it when you moan.“ You confessed to him as he was slowly going in and out, now. He smiled, one hand going up your body to cup your breast, as the other one was resting against your head. “I love being inside you, it’s heavenly— oh!“ He moaned again, and you did too, arching against his body as your hands found a place on his back. One even slid down to his ass, which seemed to turn him on even more. “Can I go a bit harder, love?“ You nodded directly, feeling how he was holding back for you. Truth was, you needed him more and more, and your body was loving each of his move. His hips picked up the pace, making you moan louder in surprise. His cock was thrusting inside you harder now, and you felt him hitting all the right spots — spots you didn’t even know existed before. “Loki, fuck! It feels good!“ You cried out, your hips meeting each of his thrusts. He smiled in contentment, his hand cupping and massaging your breasts, one after the other, enough to make your nipple hard and sensitive at his touch. “Ah, shit!“ He moaned before pulling almost all the way out. “What? Did I do something wrong?“ You lifted yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “No, god no. I’m just… going to… You know.“ You blushed again as you chuckled, before shaking your head. “I don’t want you to stop. Please, don’t stop. I still need you, it feels great.“ He seemed surprised at first, maybe for a second, but when you caught his lips to kiss him deeply, Loki slide back inside you harder, making you moan against his mouth as he started fucking you again. “Oh, don’t stop!“ You never thought your first time could have felt so pleasurable, but Loki was really one of a kind. Grabbing his ass again, you forced him to go deeper inside you, his pelvis brushing your clit at each thrust. You started feeling your inside clench around his length and the bottom of your stomach tickling, knowing exactly what it meant. You had never reached an orgasm before, but the fact that Loki was about to make you come was not really a surprised to you. Never had you doubted his abilities when it came to pleasuring someone. “I think I’m close.“ You muttered, feeling your toe curl and your back arch again. “Oh god, Loki, I’m…“ You couldn’t finish your sentence, screaming out your pleasure as you were climaxing on your boyfriend’s cock for the first time, body shaking in pleasure. “Oh fuck!“ You heard Loki swear, before feeling him reaching his own orgasm, slamming harder inside you as he filled you up. You moaned again to the feeling, letting Loki rest his head against yours. “How do you feel now, love?“ He asked you after long minutes of silence that helped you calm down and catch your breath. “Fucking great.“

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[hansolmates]

tingle (m)

summary; your super hot, super sexy tattoo artist manages to catch you off guard mid-session. at least his touch keeps the pain off your mind. pairing; tattoo artist!jungkook x tattooed!reader (f) genre/warnings; sexual tension, im tellin u being naked in front of your tattoo artist is something, pining, roleplay, soft dom!jk, descriptions of tattooing needles and the pain associated with it, rough language, man bun koo, really tender n slow lovin, mc has nice soft squishy boobies, heeavvyyy use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 1.3k a/n; we’ve unleashed tattoo artist!koo. it’s time. based on this hellpost that won’t leave my mind. first drabble for cami’s 7k share tyty

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When he touches your bare breast, he’s injecting more than just ink in your skin. 

By any means, this isn’t your first rodeo. You’ve gotten tattoos before, in fact you remember how it took months for you to just let your mind kindly shut the fuck up so you could finally pick something out. You realized back then that there would never be a perfect placement or meaningful design that you had to cling to in order to get it done. Sometimes you have to do things simply because it feels right. 

Yet lying down on the leather bed, petal-covered tits out and free to grab (and he does, for leverage) you feel like a tattoo newbie as he angles the needle into your skin.

Jungkook’s fast and quick, they say. It’s why you chose him for this particular piece, a blooming lily in three parts, from a bud to a bloom that starts from the bottom of your sternum to the tops of your breasts. You’ve heard stories about how the sternum is the most painful area to ink, but you’ve had this idea in mind for literal years and you still haven’t been able to shake it off. You remember how badly you wanted to kiss him after seeing how beautiful the design looked on his iPad, but for the sake of professionalism you simply nodded your head and said you loved it. You’re sure it’s highly inappropriate to lay one on your tattoo artist for just doing their job. 

You wish you could see the ink as he’s working, but at the same time you’re excited to see the final project once it’s completely done. The only thing you can stare at is his face, dark brows furrowed in concentration as he scrutinizes every centimeter of his available space, making sure the shading is perfect as he goes in with his magnum. His eyes are bright and clear despite being in the shadows as he bends over your form, and the tips of his long hair wink against your vision as they pull out of his messy bun. 

“This part’s gonna hurt the most,” Jungkook mumbles more to himself than you, seemingly in a trance as he lifts his needle from the finished bud. The half-bloom sits right at the middle, and when he presses his finger in the spot you try not to visibly wince. The bone’s right there and you’ve already shed a couple tears from the first half hour. 

“I’ll try not to squirm,” you steel yourself, curling your toes as you prepare for the next round of needling. 

“Oh don’t worry, if you squirm I’ll just pin you down.” 

You could swear Jungkook’s squishes your breast a little firmer as he says that, but you chalk it up to him going back in and needing to move it around to touch up the inked bud. It’s not like he’ll fuck you on this table, the pain must be making you some kind of delusional if you’re fantasizing about your tattoo artist.  

Five minutes later he nicks you in a particularly sensitive spot, and you wince. You can’t help but shift away, kicking your legs. He's by his words, and Jungkook’s hand unflinchingly clamps down on your breast, pushing you into the leather. From the corner of your eye, you see the way your skin bubbles between Jungkook’s inked fingers, the fat from your breast practically spilling over his knuckles. 

Neither of you say anything as he switches needles, opting for a thinner one in order to start the illustration. 

Once the sharp metal pricks your skin, you exhale. Your eyes open slightly to see a thin smile veiled onto Jungkook’s petal pink lips. 

“Good girl,” it rolls off his tongue like honey and butter, and you have to clench your thighs and press every centimeter of your body to the table in order to not flip your shit. 

It hurts, obviously. The needle goes straight to your heart, akin to the heat that pools between your thighs as you repeat his praise over and over in your head. You feel your bones vibrate in your chest as he goes in, but you want to do well for him so you force yourself to stay put. 

You’re sure he means nothing by the nickname–or pet name in your dirty mind. Jungkook and all the other artists in Jamais Vu are known to be flirty when they want to. You’re sure he’s said that to dozens of other customers, considering his books are always full and his Instagram is filled with attractive men and women inked in the most intimate of areas. 

“You say that to all your customers?” you finally pull the question from your throat, Jungkook taking a wet paper towel to rub away the excess ink. You fight your contented sighs as the cold fabric soothes your burn. 

He hums, drifting away from your body to zoom in his perched iPad. “Only the cute ones,” he teases lightly, and you hold your breath for the rest of the appointment. 

Jungkook’s slow and steady. 

“Whoever did that tatt must be a freakin’ genius,” Jungkook says between pumps, tugging your right breast to the side to marvel at the finished work. The adhesive bandage gleams in the low light of your shared bedroom, due to the television displaying a muted version of My Hero Academia with all it’s vast explosions and super-powered rocket thrusters. 

The only thrusting you’re concentrating on however, is the tender, thick drag of Jungkook’s cock slipping in and out of your wet folds. 

“Y-yeah I guess,” you whimper when he swipes his thumb over the nipple, and his dips down to give your new flowers tiny, petal soft kisses, “the artist was trying to hit on me, though. I could’ve sworn he was trying to cop a feel during our session.” 

“What a loser,” he chuckles at the running joke, his large hand dipping to the edge of your tummy. He links pinkies with yours along the way, and the both of you moan at the vision of where you couple between each other’s thighs. Thrust for thrust, his dick bulges and bloats your tummy in a way that has him gleaming with want. “Did you tell him you have a loving, far more talented boyfriend?” 

“Ah, n-no,” it’s clearly the wrong answer, as Jungkook slips away from you and sits on his calves, thick golden thighs expanding tauntingly as he strokes his heady member right between your eyes.

“I thought you were a good girl,” he sighs, as if disappointed with your choices. 

“I am a good girl,” you whine, “your good girl.” 

“Then tell me what you’re really thinking.” 

Your teasing, sexy boyfriend makes no moves to touch you, pretending to be wrapped up in his own pleasure. His mouth parts, jaw slackening as his eyes flutter shut when the motion starts to increase in pace. 

“Mm, would’ve—would’ve let him fuck me on the tattoo bed if he asked,” you mentally beg for him to open your eyes and watch you, but you can’t wait. Your fingers travel across your stomach and down to sensitive bud, rubbing the slick pearl, “y-yes, really wanted him—no, I really wanted you to bend me over in front of everyone, Jungkook. P-please, I’m so good, l-let me cum–” 

Your ministrations stop as soon as Jungkook’s hand covers your own. He never got particularly rough, but his grip is firm as he replaces your hand with his own. His eyes are blown wide, his hand sticky with your combined arousals. 

“Stop moving,” he whispers in your ear, and you tamp the urge to cry when he pinches your clit,  “or else I’m gonna have to pin you down again.” 

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