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hrts4doie · 18 days

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[09:41] 💭 riding haechan (with some edging)

warnings: haechan x afab!reader, riding, unprotected sex, edging, breeding, light overstimulation, use of pet names (baby), MDNI

a/n: breaking my silence with a haechan hard hour.. i have no idea what inspired this but i hope u enjoy this.. it’s literally just filth

haechan can’t help the whimpers that fall from his mouth—not when you’re riding him so well and squeezing his cock with every slow, tortuous drag of your hips.

you’ve been at it for what feels like hours now, teasing your boyfriend until you’re sure he’s about to lose his mind. he’s close, has been since you straddled his hips and sank your tight heat down around his aching cock, and haechan’s thoughts are jumbled from how long he’s been teetering on the edge.

all he can think about is you on top of him, whispering dirty praises in his ear, all while dragging your pussy up and down his length. he doesn’t know what he did to deserve someone as beautiful as you on top of him. he can’t look away from you, eyes roaming every inch of your body as you bounce on his cock.

he thinks that if anyone were to be edging him to the brink of insanity, at least it’s you.

haechan knows you’re being mean without reason, pushing him around a little, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it. he likes when you get him so close to the edge, his cock twitching and stomach tightening as he gets closer and closer, only to tear that release away from him completely.

as much as he whines and tries to protest, he loves every second of it. he’d never admit it to your face.

he places his hands on your hips, trying to guide you to a pace that’s faster and less torturous for his sensitive cock. he thinks that if he doesn’t get to cum inside you within the next few minutes, he might actually start crying. the tears that start to form in his eye are a dead giveaway.

you follow his lead, deciding to spare him just a little, and pick up the pace. he feels so good inside you, cock deep and hitting all the right spots. “good, s’good, baby,” you moan out, hands scrambling to find purchase on his chest.

you ignore the burn in your thighs from how long you’ve been riding him. you’re too close to stop now, and haechan’s nearly right where you want him.

“s-shit,” haechan whimpers, head falling back against the pillows. his hands squeeze your hips tightly, groping at the skin as he tries to fight off the urge to cum. the feeling of your tight pussy around him is becoming too much, and haechan seriously thinks he can’t last any longer. you’re sucking him in, working your hips up and down his cock as if you’re begging him to let go—begging him to stuff you full of his cum.

but he can’t, not when he knows that you’re going to stop. this is the game that you’re playing and without fail, haechan seems to lose every time. you get him so close to the edge, dangerously so, then deny him before he can even think about letting go.

his whines are loud, eyes brimming with tears as he tries so hard not to cum.

“please,” haechan tries, eyes squeezing shut. “m’gonna cum, please,” he begs, not sure if he’s asking for permission to cum or for you to stop before he loses control and spills inside your warm cunt.

you smile, stilling your hips to give him a break. you’re mean, but you’d never ignore your pretty boy when he cries so beautifully from underneath you.

“yeah?” you ask, coming up to run a gentle hand through his hair that’s sweaty and wet, sticking to his forehead from how hot the room is. “you think you deserve to cum now?”

haechan opens his eyes to look at you, nodding his head in desperation. his cock throbs inside you. “let me, please. wanna cum inside you so bad,” he begs again, hands coming up to roam along your waist and the curve of your back.

you let out a pleasant sigh at the touch, hips starting to grind in slow, gentle circles on his cock. you nod your head, finally deciding to play nice. “fuck me, hyuckie. fuck me ‘n i’ll let you cum, promise,” you whisper, leaning down to mouth at his neck.

haechan moans at the feeling, hips starting to buck. he’s been waiting so long for this—waiting for you to give him the permission to cum and fuck you like he needs. he wraps his arms around you and plants his feet on the bed, thrusting his hips up into your cunt.

he’s too desperate to care about rhythm, brain muddled with nothing but the thought to fuck, claim, and have you full of his cum. you’re squeezing so tightly around him, pussy wet and squelching with every thrust of his cock.

“hyuck!” you cry out, suddenly overwhelmed with how fast and deep he’s fucking into you. it’s so good and so much at the same time, sending you hurdling over the edge without warning.

“m’so close,” haechan groans into the air, hips still pounding into you as he chases his release. “gonna fuck you full, b-baby. gonna stuff you with my cum, c’mon, let me please,” he babbles without end, “wanna make you mine.”

“cum, hyuck—fuck,” you whine from the oversensitivity, hole fluttering around his cock as he fucks you past your orgasm. it’s overwhelming, but you need him to cum. “cum in me, baby,” you plead, words breaking off with a moan.

it takes one, two, three more thrusts before haechan’s spilling into you with a loud moan, cock twitching as his cum paints your walls. tears are rolling down his face as he finally gets to let go, arms pulling you down closer to his body. your pussy clenches hard around him at the warm feeling of his cum inside you.

you smash your lips against his, kissing him with need. he moans into the kiss before breaking away to pant against your mouth, the both of you exhausted from whatever just went down.

“you drive me crazy, you know that?” haechan asks between pants, eyes finding yours. there’s a fondness in his eyes that makes your heart swell.

you smile, placing a light and chaste kiss on his lips. “i know.”

a/n: i don’t know what came over me but i need haechan bad guys pleasepleaseplease someone listen to me PLEASSEEEE!!! also let’s talk abt how this was supposed to be my birthday hard hour present…. mind u my birthday was last friday….. anyways everyone say happy late birthday winnie

#haechan x reader #haechan hard hours #winnie’s hard hours #nct dream #nct 127 #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #lee haechan #nct x reader

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slytherinslut0 · 6 months

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MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Five- Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

(This will essentially be a toxic book where we are Theos fucktoy. No love here, very minimal fluff.)

Tags: 18+, SMUT, Throat Fucking, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mattheo, Dirty Talk, Toxic Behaviour, Blackmail, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Jealousy, Possessive Behaviours, Manipulation, Begging, Spitting, Gagging, DubCon, CNC.

****FIND THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS HERE.

"Yes, Wednesday stays the same, but I've added Friday evenings for potions." You said, shutting the creaky wooden door behind you as you trailed inside the empty classroom after Mattheo. "I've already informed Professor Dumbledore."

"But, Raven...Friday nights are for the fucking boys." He grumbled, a playful yet frustrated pout on his lips as he practically threw himself into the chair. "You've absolutely sewered me here."

You cocked an eyebrow. "Sewered?"

"Yeah, you know...you sewered me...it's the clean version of 'you fucked me'," he said, staring at you as though you were an alien with three heads. "I would have just said that but we both know you've never fucked anything..."

You rolled your eyes. "No need to be so crude, Riddle."

"Crude?" Mattheo smirked, his eyes widening with sheer amusement. "What's going on with you, princess? You finally get into the club of your dreams and now you're back to being all uptight? Trying to impress someone, perhaps?"

You were on the verge of scoffing, ready to roll your eyes so far back that the inside of your skull would be your view--but then, he stood up, advancing toward you with an electrifying intensity in his eyes--a look that effortlessly stalled your breath, seizing your lungs and making your heart race without the slightest effort--and you already knew you were doomed, your defiance cracking more with each one of his footsteps.

"Guess that just means I'll have to loosen you up a bit, yeah?" He purred, gripping your jaw and directing your eyes up to meet his. "After all, my pretty little slut still has a job to do..."

Your mind reeled. My pretty little slut. The first two words were almost enough to make your stomach wind up in your goddamn feet. Not only did he call you pretty, but he fucking called you his.

"Yours?" Your voice was a mere breath as it left your lips. "Did you just call me yours?"

"I did, Raven...because it's true..." A smirk curled upon his lips, his eyes deepening into pools of darkness as he pulled you closer by the grip on your jaw. "You know it, and I know it."

"N-no..." You stammered. "It's not."

Mattheo paused, his gaze fixated on yours, a flicker of something primal dancing behind his eyes, sending a shiver down your spine that seemed to reverberate through every inch of your body.

"You sure?" He snickered. "Who else do you get on your knees for every fucking week?" His tone dropped into a low whisper, tilting his head slightly as he scanned your face, free hand finding purchase on your hip. "Who else touches you like this?...or kisses you like this?..."

With a tenderness previously unseen, Mattheo tilted your chin up, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours--once, then twice, and finally, a third time before he pressed the plush entirety of his mouth to yours--his movements so gentle, so incomprehensibly tender they made everything around you fade into insignificance, your lids fluttering shut as his mouth worked over yours. The sensation in your chest grew stronger as his hand cradled your jaw, ensuring your lips remained connected to his while his free hand traced a path around the small of your back, pulling you snug against his frame.

And as you melted into the kiss, your mind reeled with the reality of the situation. You couldn't deny the whirlwind of emotions inside you as the two of you continued this potentially perilous game; a game where the line between obligation and necessity blurred into an indistinct haze.

You knew you fucking despised this boy, but you weren't naive enough to deny that the line between love and hate was a very thin one to begin with. You were well aware that your heart was teetering on the brink of destruction, and caution was your only lifeline--so with trembling fingers, you gripped the wrist to the hand holding your jaw, exhaling a shaky breath as he pulled back, dark eyes searching your face.

"Please, don't do that, Mattheo..." you whispered, swallowing the lump of anxiety in your throat. "If you have even the smallest ounce of respect for me, you'll stop that."

His brows pinched, his hand falling from your face. "What am I doing, exactly?"

"Complicating things." You said, trying with everything in your power to keep your voice steady. "When I agreed to this, I agreed to helping you get your release and that's it...I didn't agree to whatever the hell is this is...whatever this has become..."

Mattheo huffed, seemingly amused. "And what has this become, Raven?"

"I-I don't know...you're acting weird...being possessive, calling me yours...I think you know exactly what you're doing, and I think it needs to fucking stop..." your voice was trembling, your brain telling you to stop fucking talking, but of course your mouth had other ideas. "This is what you do to every girl, I've heard your story countless times. Your little act won't work on me."

"My little act, huh?" He sneered, not even attempting to hide his arrogance. "All of that sounds like a you problem, Raven...maybe you need to be honest with yourself..."

Your brows furrowed, heart pounding. "What are you talking about?"

"You're falling for me," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "I see it in your eyes...you know you can't fucking resist me..."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes until you were seeing white. "Please, don't you dare flatter yourself..." you said, sharply--the words simply flowing from your lips without even a mere second of consideration. "I would never fall for the likes of Mattheo fucking Riddle...the schools best-known delinquent who blackmailed me into becoming his little pet, only for him to harbour some obsessive need to bloody own me and keep me as his with nothing but selfish intentions...I know I'm just a body to you, and nothing more."

"What did I tell you about denial, Raven?" He sneered, his eyes darkening and jaw tightening, seemingly dismissing your last sentence. "It's highly unusual for the schools most uptight little good girl to spew such amusing lies like that...guess I really have rubbed off on you, huh? Wonder what Dumbledore would think if he found out?"

"Get out of my fucking head, Mattheo," you hissed, anger searing your skin now, kinking your neck back and leaning in until you were as close to his lips as you physically could be without touching. "You think you are possessing me...but what you fail to realize is I've already sunk my teeth into you...you're as much mine as I am yours."

"Mm." He murmured, leaning closer. "You're so fucking hot, you know that?"

"Go to hell," you breathed, your mouth brushing against his.

"Only if you come with me." He whispered against your lips, before shifting toward your jawline and grazing up toward your ear. "Someone's gotta suck me off while I'm down there."

Amused, you couldn't suppress a laugh, shaking your head at him. "You have no right having such a smart fucking mouth, Mattheo Riddle."

Mattheo's smirk deepened, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "My tongue makes up for what my brain lacks, princess...perhaps you'd care to find out?"

Your lungs stalled, fingers trembling. You knew what he meant by that, and almost instantly your body was torn in half--one half of you screaming excitement, the other half screaming in nerves.

You exhaled, ignoring the tingling in your cunt. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Undoubtedly, but I'm certain you'd like it more..." he purred, voice a low, seductive murmur. "And about yesterday, don't mistake my possessiveness for weakness, Raven...I still can't bloody stand you, but I will admit that I have a clamouring need to fucking ruin you."

"I can't stand you either, Riddle." You said, without hesitation; breath hitching as his teeth grazed your ear. "It pleases me to know that the feeling is mutual."

"It's settled then." He hummed, tugging on your earlobe, hands slithering to your hips. "I hate you, and you hate me. Let's see who hates best, yeah?"

Your stomach twisted, leaping with excitement. "Oh, Riddle...I promise you, you won't win..."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, princess..." he whispered, head tilting. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

Your breath hitched, a potent surge rushing through your veins, a blend of anticipation and something far more primal. Your hands instinctively left your sides, fingers finding the cool leather of his belt, and with a bold tug, you pulled him closer, feeling the tension in his body as he stiffened against you. His reaction confused you slightly, but when his eyes locked onto yours, there was no trace of hesitation--only an intense, unbridled hunger that mirrored your own.

You tilted your head, your voice a sultry, whispered invitation. "Why don't you fucking show me, then?"

Mattheo's eyes darkened, his grip on your hips tightening like a vice, pulling you fiercely against him. "Salazar fucking save me, Raven..." your hands glided up his chest, finding solace on his shoulders. "You are one hell of a fucking mystery..."

You smirked, a hint of challenge in your gaze. "Am I?"

"You should have never come near me...you should have ran the second you heard my fucking name..." he whispered, his stare penetrating yours, deadly and serious. "Now look at you..."

"Yes..." you whispered, your voice barely a breath, "look at me..."

His chest heaved in shallow bursts, synchronized with your own erratic breathing as he inched closer. His long lashes danced as he blinked, his gaze lingering on your lips, each glance feeling like an eternity passing in mere moments. Your lungs seemed to stall, captivated by the profound depth of his eyes--which, despite their rich brown hue, held a mesmerizing quality akin to the brightest hazel you'd ever seen.

And as you lost yourself in the depths of his eyes, it was there that you found the essence of the sea--deep, mysterious, and boundless--drawing you in like an irresistible tide. This is how people drown, you thought. Stupidly diving headfirst into eyes like his.

"I warned you that I was bad for you..." he murmured, one hand slithering up your side, finding your chest and softly grazing over it; forcing a small whimper from your lips. "But here you are...the sweet little angel...unable to take her fucking eyes off the devil."

As he teased your nipple through the fabric of your shirt and the sheer lace of your bra; you gasped, a low, needy sound escaping your lips while your nails dug into his shoulders, your body arching toward his with an insatiable hunger.

"Mattheo..." your voice came out as a soft plea.

He raised an eyebrow, his lips parting in a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Raven..."

"Please," you implored, your tone laced with desperation. "Just fucking kiss me."

Without a fraction of hesitation, Mattheo's hand seized the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair as he captured your mouth in a kiss so fervent and scorching that your teeth clacked together. A guttural groan reverberated from his chest, mingling with your own soft gasp, while your fingers found refuge in his unruly chocolate curls, tugging him closer. His lips moved against yours with a possessive hunger, as if he sought to devour you entirely through the kiss--the intensity surged, amplifying as he skillfully shifted your position, pushing you back against the desk until your ass met its edge, urging you to perch on top of it.

The cool wood raised gooseflesh over your bare thighs, but Mattheo's hands quickly worked to soothe them, one slipping under your skirt and gripping your hip, tugging you closer to the edge while the other kneaded your tits, his grip possessive and needy; turning the kiss primal and hungry.

Long fingers circled your nipple, groaning as he felt it harden under his touch, and you mewled into his mouth at the foreign sensation, your entire body engulfed in flame as his mouth moved to attack your neck, tongue tracing heat as he nipped at the sensitive skin, another aggressive shiver rippling through you.

You were trembling, hardly able to withstand the collective sensations of his teeth on your neck and his fingers toying with your nipple--your thighs screaming with need as you moaned, head absentmindedly falling to the side to give him better access to your neck.

"Mhm...so good for me..." he purred, licking a flat line up the side of your throat. "You like that, princess?"

Your lids fluttering, heart pounding, fingers trembling as you gripped the fabric of his shirt for dear life. "Y-yes..."

He hummed, nipping your ear. "Yes, what?"

As he pinched your nipple between his fingers, you yelped, the pain eliciting an intoxicating mix of sensations that made your eyes roll--desperately wishing you could press your thighs together in desire of sating the insatiable need between them.

"Yes, Mattheo..." you whimpered. "Please..."

At your plea, Riddle stopped everything, his body turning to stone as he pulled back--brows pinched, throat knocking as he swallowed, eyeing your features with enough intensity to scare the breath from your lungs.

"What are you asking for, Raven?" His voice was a low, almost imperceptible rumble, despite his lips being mere inches away from yours.

Your lungs stalled, words fleeing you. "I...I-"

He seized both your hips with a commanding hold, pulling you tighter against his chest, his lips crashing back into yours in a momentary, fervent kiss. As he pulled away, he inhaled sharply through his nose, his eyes locking onto yours with an even greater intensity than before.

"I'll ask you one more time, Raven," he whispered, his voice threaded with both desire and restraint, the aggression in his tone doing inexplicable things to your body. He inhaled again, slowly releasing it. "What are you asking for?"

Trapped within the depths of his stare, you sat there, a battlefield of emotions raging within. The yearning for his touch was an overwhelming tide threatening to drown your senses, yet fear clung to you like a vice, squeezing your heart with icy fingers. Each heartbeat echoed with the dread of consequences, the turmoil of what could happen if you succumbed to this raw desire.

The unspoken tension between you two hung heavy, an electrifying charge in the air that crackled with unfulfilled longing. Both of you stood on the fragile edge of control, teetering between surrender and restraint--wanting to give in, but afraid of what might be lost in the aftermath.

Yielding to him using your mouth felt transactional, a physical act detached from any emotional involvement. He might have been your first in that aspect, but the experience held no sentimental value. He was merely exploiting you. However, the second his hands ventured into uncharted territories, bestowing upon you a pleasure unprecedented and unimagined, you both knew that moment marked a line crossed--a point of no return.

"I...I don't know," you whispered, your voice a mix of vulnerability and desire, eyes locked onto his with unwavering intensity. "I have no idea what I'm asking for."

In a heartbeat's pause, Mattheo's world seemed to hang suspended--his eyes, intense and filled with desire, blinked once, then twice, betraying a flicker of vulnerability before he swallowed audibly. His gaze, magnetic and hungered, fell to your chest, tracing the curves beneath fabric as one hand shifted to his crotch, palming the insistent bulge in his pants. His eyelids fluttered like the wings of a trapped butterfly, a deep, slow exhale escaping his lungs as if he were attempting to regain his unraveling self-control, time stalling until he seemingly collected himself and met your stare.

"For both our sakes, I hope you figure it out soon..." he said, taking a step back, fingers working at his belt. "Now, stand up for me."

Your heart thundered in your chest, an adrenaline-fueled symphony as you complied with his command, the sharp click of his belt being undone resonating in the charged atmosphere. Rising to your feet, you barely had a moment to react before Mattheo lunged, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of your blouse with a fervent determination, a hunger you had never witnessed from him before. The second your skin was bared, his eyes met yours, a mixture of desire and possession burning in his gaze--and with a gentle yet forceful grip, he cupped your jaw with one hand, and shoved two fingers past your teeth with the other.

"I just want to make one thing very fucking clear here, Raven..." his words dripped with intensity, his hot breath washing over your face. "In moments like these, when I tell you you're mine, I fucking mean it."

His tone was as dark as the midnight sky, a promise of dominance lingering in the air.

"Right here, right now, you belong to me--you answer to me, you listen to me, you are obedient to me...and this perfect little mouth," he emphasized, waggling your jaw in his hold, "...is fucking mine to command. Do you understand?"

Under the strength of his grip, you attempted to nod, desperate to convey your understanding, but your attempts faltered, leaving you vulnerable. An amused, devilish grin spread across his face as he witnessed your struggle, and in response, he shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth, eliciting a gag from your throat, his expression one of twisted pleasure.

"What was that?" He sniggered, relishing in your vulnerability. "Couldn't quite catch that, princess. Try again."

You struggled against his grip, your eyes meeting his with a mixture of desperation and desire. You couldn't believe the control he had over you. Although you'd never admit it, not to him, that is--you fucking loved it.

"I understand," you managed to say, your voice slightly muffled around his fingers.

"That's it..." he praised, his voice a low purr of satisfaction. "Show me your obedience. Stick out your tongue."

With his fingers still in your mouth, you struggled to comply, but somehow managed. He tilted your head back slightly, leaning down to spit into your mouth before he straightened your head and pushed his fingers deeper, the intrusion leaving you gasping for breath.

"Good girl." His lips parted as he watched you. "Now do your job and suck.”

With unwavering determination, you enveloped his fingers, your tongue dancing around the coarse skin, lids fluttering shut as you lost yourself in the submissive act. As you hollowed out your cheeks, your head moved along their length, following the rhythm dictated by his desires. Mattheo's hand, which had been gripping your jaw, released its hold, traveling down to his crotch--his face flushed with heat as he watched you, captivated.

"Fucking hell, Raven..." he breathed, tugging his pants down his thighs, forcing another gag from your throat before he pulled out his fingers and cupped his hand in front of your mouth. "Spit."

When you did, he hummed, bringing it down to his cock, rubbing it into the smooth skin of his shaft as he eyed your exposed chest; which was heaving rapidly in attempt to gulp down air.

Mattheo snatched your hair, bringing your mouth dangerously close to his, his hard cock pressing against your belly. "Are you going to be my good little slut and let me fuck your throat as hard as I want? Hm?"

You swallowed, nerves tingling. "Yes, Mattheo."

"Yeah?" He exhaled, you could tell he was testing his self control. "You like being used like that? My smart little Raven likes to be throat fucked like a dumb, mindless whore?"

Your stomach twisted, your thighs fucking screaming for his touch. How the fuck does he do this to you. "Yes, Mattheo..."

"Fuck..." his grip on his cock tightened, stroking his length with increased motion as he watched you. "You want to beg for me, baby?"

Your heart palpitated, your knees nearly giving out from under you. That nickname fucking did something to your cunt. Something so disgustingly dirty you could only hope the four founders couldn't hear you now.

"Gods, yes...Matty, please..." you whined, practically throwing yourself against him, ignoring the pain he was inflicting on your scalp. "Please, let me suck your fucking cock."

Mattheo's entire demeanour shifted, and if you thought he was possessed before--that was nothing compared to this.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" he growled, his voice so deep it scared your bones from your body.

Your heart plummeted to your feet. "I...I'm-"

"No, no," he hissed, cutting you off, his eyes ablaze with an intensity that left you breathless. "Say it again."

"Oh..." You were utterly speechless, your voice barely a whisper. "Matty...please.."

"Fucking hell..." he groaned, immediately shoving you down to your knees by the hold on your hair, stroking his length in a slow, languid motion as he waited for you to settle. "Open up for me, princess."

Both hands shot into your hair, holding you still while he rocked into your mouth, and you hummed, peering up at him with wide eyes, cunt clenching at his exasperated appearance. Your tongue pressed to the underside of his dick, earning a growl from his chest, and he jerked your neck back, sliding in deeper.

"Yeah, that's it..." he breathed, voice strained. "Take this fucking cock."

Groaning, your lids fluttered while you drooled onto him, slicking your saliva down his length, bobbing your head while you struggled to keep your attention trained on his face. His cock filled your mouth, the tip poking your soft palate, and you sucked, revealing in his sharp intake of air as you pulled back for a moment.

He adjusted his grasp, urging you back and forth on his cock, making you gag. "Mhm. Choke on it, fuck-"

You moaned against his shaft, hardly even realizing that you did, but the sound awakened something inside Mattheo, and without warning he yanked your head back further, shoving his cock down your throat in one aggressive thrust.

You retched, choked, vision flooding with tears, but with him handling your hair like reins, he trapped you there, your mouth a helpless hole for him to fuck. He snapped his hips, his dick bulging in your neck, his breath labored with the pace of his thrusts. Sweat spilled down your back, and you retched again as his cock twitched on your tongue, cranked your jaw wide, plunged in and out of your throat.

"Fuck..." he said, sighing your name.

The sound of your actual name leaving his lips did something indescribable--you couldn't remember the last time he's actually said your name, actually addressed you by anything other than the Raven nickname he seems to love so much. Your lids fluttered, and admittedly, so did your heart--with this realization, you moaned again, and his hips bucked hard, earning a stifled retch from you.

Without warning, he crushed your nose against his skin, sinking into you, cock pulsing between your lips as he shot his cum down your throat. He groaned--low, deep--head bowing and breath sputtering as he watched you take his release.

"Swallow it," he hissed, chest heaving, eyes feral. "Swallow my fucking cum, slut."

You winced when you swallowed around him, and he twitched and cursed with every ripple of your throat.

Finally, his breath stilled, and he pulled out, moaning when his cock slipped between your lips. Able to finally catch oxygen yourself, you devoured the air, wiping your puffy lips and saliva-slicked chin on the back of your arm. Riddle hovered over you for a moment, gaze roaming your figure while he tucked himself away, not daring to look away as you pulled yourself up to your feet and started re-buttoning up your shirt.

"Good girl," he mumbled, switching focus from your eyes, to your breasts, to your lips. "Come here."

The instant his words left his lips, his powerful grip snaked around your wrist, pulling you towards him. Time seemed to freeze, your lungs momentarily forgetting their function as you stood there, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. With a deliberate gesture, he tenderly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes scrutinizing your face intently, searching for something elusive that you couldn't quite grasp.

"You okay, Raven?" He whispered, not blinking as he met your eyes.

Your throat was more arid than the desert, your fingers trembling against his chest, but you nodded. "Yes, Mattheo..."

"Good." He exhaled, releasing you. "When do you meet with my brother?"

An inexplicable fear twisted your stomach, a sense of foreboding you couldn't put into words. You felt his shift in demeanor, waiting for your response, and despite the fear gnawing at you, you tried to conceal it. Summoning a halfhearted smile as he pulled out your chair for you, and sat down in his.

"Tomorrow night."

Mattheo's jaw tensed, and he nodded, flipping open the textbook as he remained silent.

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Here’s chapter six so you don’t have to scroll back to the top. Xoxo :)

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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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okay i have a joel request!! so yknow in the game where joel pushes ellie into the water as a joke, how about that situation with reader while they’re just playing around and reader pretends to drown or like not come back up to the surface to get back at him LOL and he’s just not happy

hey there! i love this idea, i did give it a lil of my own twist bc i like to write a very grumpy Joel lol - i hope you like it :)

Splash

Joel Miller x f!reader

joel miller masterlist

She's just trying to get him to lighten up, but Joel is far from amused.

warnings | 18+ angst, allusions to smut, joel is a stinker

......................

“C’mon.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Joel–”

“No. We’re supposed to be on patrol, not fucking around.” She huffs, turning heel and traipsing further away from him and closer to the lake they had just come across. It’s the middle of the summer, and even up in the mountains, the heat is nearly stifling, especially as they’ve been hiking around on patrol for the last three hours.

She kneels down at the water’s edge, dipping her hand into the lake. The water is refreshingly cool, and sends a shiver down her spine. She looks over her shoulder at Joel, who’s standing with his arms crossed over his chest, a pursed look on his face as he squints at her. Rolling her eyes, she stands, dropping her rifle down alongside her as she starts to toe off her boots and peel off her shirt. She can hear him scoff behind her.

“What’re you doing?” Now bare from the waist up, she turns to look at him, enjoying his wide eyes and slack expression as he takes in her figure, like it isn’t the thousandth time he’s seen her like this.

“Our shift’s almost over and we haven’t seen a damn thing. I’m hot and tired and I’m gonna cool off in the lake. You don’t wanna join me? Fine. You can stay scowling like that and keep watch, Miller.” Before he can reply, she’s already turning back around, shucking off her pants and underwear in one brisk tug. She hears him gruffly sigh her name, but she gives it no acknowledgement, wading out into the lake until she can float lazily in the deepest part. It really does feel good, the cool water easing her aching muscles. She tips her head back, letting out a moan of relief, her eyes fluttering shut. When she cracks one eye open, she sees that Joel has sidled up along the water’s edge, his scowl softened into a little pout as he watches her.

“Just get in, Joel. Feels so good.” She can just barely hear his grumbles as she watches him sit down at the edge of the lake.

The moment she has the idea, she knows it’s mean, cruel even. But she’s sick of him taking everything so goddamn seriously. They’ve been living in Jackson for months now, the most comfortable and safe situation they’ve probably ever found themselves in, but Joel is still acting like a skittish asshole. So, she decides that if he can’t lighten up on his own, she’s gonna make him.

She calls his name to get his attention, acting like she’s about to say something more before letting out a dramatic gasp and starting to splash jerkily in the water. He’s up in a flash, calling her name in concern. Got him. She pushes herself down under the water, sinking slowly to the bottom of the lake.

Joel meanwhile is a frantic mess as he practically dives into the water still in his clothes. He keeps calling her name, dipping under the water, but it’s too murky to see anything. Even at the deepest part of the lake, the water only comes up to his chest as he moves around, eyes darting everywhere for her. He lets out a loud curse when something brushes against his leg.

She pops out of the water with a spluttering laugh, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck as he tries to jerk away. His hands find purchase on her waist, squeezing harshly as he lets out another string of curses. She can’t stop laughing, trying to lightly shush his exclamations, but judging from the look on Joel’s face, he doesn’t find anything about this funny.

“Oh, c’mon, Joel–” he doesn’t let her finish before he’s shrugging out of her hold, leaving her splashing back into the water as he trudges back onto shore. He doesn’t even look at her as he wrings out the ends of his shirt, sliding his rifle back onto his shoulder.

“Get out and get dressed. We’re going home, goddamnit.” She swallows hard, still treading lightly in the middle of the lake, clearly not moving quick enough for Joel as he finally turns and fixes her with a steely glare.

“Now!” She jumps in her skin at his raspy shout, quickly swimming back to land before his temper fires any further.

It’s a very quiet hike back to Jackson, and she winces when Tommy greets them at the gate, slapping Joel on the shoulder before looking at his brother questioningly.

“What the fuck happened to your clothes, man?” Joel huffs, shrugging off Tommy’s hand and stomping off toward their home. She smiles apologetically at Tommy before trailing behind Joel, entirely dreading the groveling she’s going to have to do.

When they both get home, he still won’t talk to her, won’t even look at her as she follows him into their bedroom, watching him shuck off his damp clothes for a dry shirt and pants.

“Joel, I’m sorry, ok? Will you please just–” he holds up his hand, and she stutters into silence.

“Don’t– just don’t.” Before she can say anything else, he’s already shuffling out of the room with a huff. She sighs when she hears the front door open and slam behind him.

…

She spends the rest of the afternoon helping at the greenhouses, only being shaken out of her guilty thoughts when Ellie joins her, kneeling down alongside her and the garden beds.

“Just ran into the old man at the stables. Is there a reason he looks more pissed off than usual?” She huffs, sitting back on her haunches where she had been tending several plants.

“Think I’m in the doghouse, kid. Did something kinda mean to him on patrol today.” Ellie snorts, shrugging lightly.

“Eh, he probably deserved it. I wouldn’t worry about it, though. Joel couldn’t stay mad at you even if he tried.” She sighs, offering the girl a small smile as she squeezes her shoulder.

“I’d rather not think about it anymore. What’re you up to, huh?” Ellie grins.

“Just stopping by to let you know I’m hanging out with Dina tonight. Probably won’t be home until late so don’t wait up.” She can’t help but smile at the girl’s obvious excitement, laughing lightly.

“Alright, kid. Just be safe, ok? And smart.” Ellie nods as she gets up, already backpedaling away.

“Yes ma’am! And hey, seriously, don’t sweat whatever funk you put the old man in. I’m sure it’ll blow over soon enough.” She does her best to give Ellie one more smile, but it quickly wilts away once the girl is out of sight. The truth is, she hadn’t seen him quite that angry in a long time, and for it to be over something so silly, it has her worried. It was an unnecessarily dumb thing to do, sure, but it certainly didn’t merit such a backlash of a response from him.

She sighs, getting back to work, but she can’t shake the swirling thought that she’s really not looking forward to talking with him again.

…

She lingers well into dusk at the greenhouses, knowing full well it’s not because she has a particular fondness for mulch. By the time she reaches their house, the sun has set and a faint glow comes from the windows. It’s quiet when she steps inside, she can just make out the faint twang of guitar strings coming from upstairs. Not a great sign, she knows Joel tends to play when he wants to be left alone.

As she makes her way upstairs, she takes a few steadying breaths, padding quietly into their bedroom. He’s sitting on the end of the bed, brow furrowed in concentration on his fingers lightly plucking at the guitar strings. He doesn’t even look her way, continuing to play nonsense chords. She sighs, getting up on the bed to kneel behind him. She can feel his muscles tense when she brings her palms to his shoulders, but he slackens slightly when she lays a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“I’m sorry, Joel. I really am.” She murmurs it into the worn material of his t-shirt, pressing her forehead into his back. She can feel the push and pull of the sigh he lets out, can hear the sound of him gently setting his guitar down. One of his hands tangles with hers where it’s resting over his shoulder. His voice is low and thick when he speaks, what remains of his southern drawl muddling the words together.

“Fucking scared me. What were you thinking? I just– I–” She shushes him, moving to sit next to him, but Joel has something else in mind, squeezing her hip to guide her to straddle his thighs. Now that he’s finally looking at her, she kind of wishes he’d stop, his eyes so intensely staring her down. She huffs, winding her arms behind his neck.

“I wasn’t thinking, alright? It was stupid– just a stupid thing to do and I’m sorry. But Joel, you just– you got so angry. I haven’t seen you like that in a long time. I just feel like it was a little blown out of proportion.” He sighs, his fingers flexing into the plush of her hips as he studies her face.

“I know you’re right, but christ– I just feel restless. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, I guess. For all this to be too good to be true.” Her brow furrows and she dips her head to catch his downturned gaze.

“What if it isn’t too good to be true, huh? This is the longest we’ve stayed anywhere in a long time, hell, maybe ever. I understand, I really do. But I think we have a really good thing here, and you’re so skittish it’s passing right by you.” A deep frown still creases his face, his gaze not quite meeting hers. She starts laying smacking kisses to his cheeks, the downturned corners of his mouth, punctuating each with reassuring mantras.

“I’m safe. You’re safe. Ellie’s safe. We’re safe.” He grumbles under her ministrations, squeezing her hips, but she can tell by the way his features are softening that he’s finally starting to give in to her coaxing, letting out a long sigh as he looks at her.

“You’re right– but I can’t help being on edge. Just the thought of something happening to you or Ellie– I don’t even–” She cuts him off, tugging lightly at the curls at the nape of his neck.

“So don’t. Just be here with us, right now. Here with me.” She presses a chaste peck to his lips to seal her words, but as she pulls away, he chases after it, pulling her into a deeper kiss. They’re both a bit breathless once they finally separate, a smile daring to tug at the corners of Joel’s lips.

“Still a little mad at you.” She huffs, pouting out her lip at him.

“Aw, poor baby. Want me to make it up to you?” He lets out a breathy chuckle as she’s already slinking out of his hold, down onto her knees between his legs. She rubs her palms up his thighs and he shakes his head at her, nothing but fondness in his eyes.

“Gonna be the death of me, woman.”

#joel miller angst #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #tlou fanfiction #tlou

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devildomcuties · 19 days

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When you/they find out, fingertips are an erogenous zone

thank you for the request! I tried this with my husband and i don't think i did it correctly but i tried my best in writing this, so I hope it's close to what you requested! video

🕷 pairing: demon brother x gn!reader

🕷 wc: 1.8k

🕷 warnings: pet names (babe, treasure, baby, love, doll, cupcake, little moon), suggestive content (18+), licking, biting, and sucking on fingers, shared bath, food mention, mention of oral sex

Lucifer

Lucifer was used to your odd shenanigans after being on your D.D.D. all evening, so when you walked into his bedroom with a bashful smile, he knew you were up to something.

“What is it that you saw this time?” Lucifer asks as he looks up from his book. He raises a brow when you don’t respond immediately. Sighing, he shuts his book and sets it on the nightstand.

“Well, I saw this video,” you start as you walk toward him. “And apparently fingertips are considered an erogenous zone…”

Lucifer gives you a few seconds to continue, but he smirks when you don’t.

“Is there something you’d like to try, babe?”

You can feel your face heat as he eyes you playfully. Whatever you’ve seen, you’ve been dying to get him alone, in his bedroom no less.

“It’s silly,” you say as you try to backtrack but his hand wraps around your wrist gently to keep you in place. You refuse to meet his gaze, his fingers gripping your chin to make you look up at him.

“You never have to hide from me, babe. Now, show me what you learned,” he instructs as he releases your wrist and places his wrist in your hand.

You take it gingerly, pressing your fingertips to his with some pressure before dragging them down his arm. Lucifer watches you curiously, surprised when his body responds to your fingertips.

“Do it again,” he commands and you gladly do so.

This time, Lucifer shuts his eyes and inhales sharply. He cups your face and kisses you when you take your hand off him.

He’ll spend the rest of the night doing the same to you.

Mammon

Boredom rarely came to you when you were at HOL. Normally, you’d be with one of the brothers, whichever happened to steal you away for the moment.

Today, Mammon had won.

“Mammon,” you whine from his bed as he sits at his desk counting Grimm.

“Just a minute, Treasure,” he responds as he continues counting.

“But I want to show you something,” you pout, lying on his bed.

Mammon hums, finishing his counting before getting into bed beside you.

“What is it, Treasure?”

“This,” you giggle as you take his hand in yours. You press your fingertips to his own, dragging them up his arm before your nails lightly dig into his skin.

Mammon moans immediately, surprising himself.

“What did you do, Treasure?” he asks with wide eyes as you smile bashfully. You repeat your actions, eyes glued to the sinful reactions Mammon gives you.

“Fuck, Treasure,” he groans as he moves to straddle your hips. He pins your arms over your head, fingers laced together. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

“Gladly,” you grin.

Levi

You’d been in Levi’s bedroom all evening. You had played games, read some of his new manga, and alphabetized his most recent purchases.

Now you were sitting beside him while he played his new RPG. Unfortunately for you, it was single-player, so all you could do was watch.

You knew the moment you tried to leave, he’d beg you to stay, and you couldn’t resist him. You were head over heels for him, and he knew it.

“Levi,” you pout. “Pay attention to me.”

Your whines don’t go unanswered as he briefly looks at you. “Y-yeah?”

“Play with me,” you whine.

Levie blushes, thoughts heading into dangerous territory before his game garners his attention again.

Frowning, you take his free hand in your own. Levi goes to protest but is surprised when you bring his fingertips to your lips. Gently, you kiss each of them as he quits his game to stare at you.

You ignore him as you take his finger into your mouth, your teeth gently sinking into the pad of his finger. Levi watches on with astonishment, biting back a moan as his face burns red. His cock twitches in his pants, and his breathing grows heavy as your tongue swirls around his finger.

“Are you going to play with me now, Levi?” you ask with a smile before you take his finger back into your mouth, sucking and nipping at his fingertip.

“Yeah, I-I am,” Levi stutters as you bite him a little harder just to watch his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Satan

“What did I miss?” you ask as you wake from your nap. Satan chuckles as you sit up, your hair mussed from tossing and turning in your sleep. He’s smiling when he fixes your hair with one hand and uses the other to mark his place in his book.

“What are you reading?” you ask as you sit up, moving to sit between his legs with your back pressed to his chest.

Satan shows you the cover of his book, and your eyes widen as you read the title.

31 Erogenous Zones of the Human Body.

“Oh?” you perk up, ignoring the flush of heat rising to your cheeks.

Satan smirks. “There are the obvious ones. You know, the lips, the neck, the chest.”

You nod as you open the book to the page he was on and Satan rests his chin on your shoulder. “But this one is interesting. The fingertips are sensitive, and so are the palms and wrists.”

“Have you ever tried it on a human?” you ask, feeling Satan’s chest rumble as he laughs.

“Baby, do you think I’d tolerate any other human close enough to figure out what their erogenous zones are? There’s only you, my love. That’s why I ordered this book as soon as I saw it.” Satan explains as he places the book aside.

He takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing the palm. His teeth scrape the end of your palm, making you sigh as he kisses his way to your wrist. He sucks the sensitive skin, feeling you go limp in his hold.

“So responsive,” he teases as he continues to kiss his way upward, watching you unravel right before him.

You were in for a long night of pleasure.

Asmo

“Doll, am I happy to see you!” Asmo exclaims when he comes out of the bathroom fresh from his shower.

“You texted me to come in here,” you respond with a smile. You managed to sneak around HOL with just the robe Asmo had gifted you this morning. Now you were heading into the bathtub with Asmo to scrub and pamper you until he was content.

Asmo is gentle with his touch as he rubs your shoulders with his hands. He’s on his knees as he raises your arm out of the tub to rub a loofah over your skin. Something about the rough texture makes you moan as you shut your eyes to focus on the pleasure.

Humming, Asmo continues, giggling when you moan his name and sink into the tub further. “You seem to be enjoying this more than usual, Doll.”

“Feels good,” you state as Asmo adds more pressure to your arm with the loofah before tossing it to the other side of the tub.

“Fuck it,” Asmo curses as he takes his bathrobe off and joins you in the tub. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you to his chest as he kisses your neck and shoulders. “You’re too intoxicating to resist.”

Silently, Asmo grabs your wrist, pulling your arm towards him. Slowly, he rubs your arm, nails scratching your skin softly until he adds more pressure on the next run.

His name rolls off your tongue, back arching slightly as his lips meet your shoulder. “Such a pretty little doll for me.”

Beel

“You know, when you mentioned having a snack, I didn’t think you meant everything in the Devildom,” you tease as you push your unfinished candy bar toward Beel.

Beel takes it. He eats it immediately before moving on to the next chocolate bar. “Just a little something before dinner.”

“Is Belphie in the attic again?” you ask as you move to sit in his lap.

“Yeah, he said my snacking was keeping him awake,” Beel shrugs as he opens another chocolate bar.

You giggle, shaking your head.

“What’s so funny, Cupcake?” Beel asks as he finishes his chocolate.

“Nothing. It just means I have you all to myself,” you grin, taking his wrist and bringing his chocolate-covered fingers to your lips.

Beel eyes you curiously as you wrap your lips around his finger, sucking the chocolate off and nipping his fingertip.

Beel moans when you release his finger and take another into your mouth. He’s not surprised when his cock stirs in his pants when you suck his finger clean, swirling your tongue around the tip.

When you’re done sucking his fingers, Beel slams his lips on yours. His sticky hands grip the back of your head as he deepens the kiss to taste the sweetness of the chocolate on your tongue. Your hips grind down on his, moaning into his mouth as he groans your name when your hands fist his shirt, nearly tearing it off his body.

Beel didn’t think something as simple as sucking and biting on his fingers would turn him on so much, but all he can think of now is stuffing your mouth full of his cock.

Belphie

“Moon?” Belphie asks sleepily when he feels you stir in his arms. “What’s wrong?”

“Just a bad dream,” you gently stroke his hair. “Nothing to worry about.”

Belphie frowns, he’s tried to take your bad dreams away. Keeping you at his side at bedtime to help keep the nightmares away. He can filter most of them out, but some still slip through. He’ll have to ask Lucifer or Solomon if there’s anything else he can do to rid you of these dreams.

You know as long as he and his brothers are around, harm will not come to you. But still, these bad dreams persist.

Belphie laces your fingers together, kissing your hand before kissing each of your fingers.

“You’re safe with me, Moon. You always will be,” he promises as he takes your palm and lightly runs his nails over the tender skin. You nod, curling into his side as he continues to stroke your palm with his fingertips, alternating between rubbing and scratching it gently.

“It tickles,” you grin as he brings your hand to his lips, teeth sinking into your wrist. You moan, melting into a puddle beside him. Belphie smiles sleepily as he does it again, kissing your lips before lacing your fingers together.

“Go to sleep, Little Moon. I’ll keep all the dangers away,” Belphie promises, as you rest your head on his chest and fall asleep a few minutes later.

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#obey me #obey me smut #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #devildomcuties request

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 4 months

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Invisble String

luke hughes x actress!reader

note: short cute introduction to this au, get to know how long Y/n has been Luke's celeb crush and get to know Y/n

also in 2018 reader is 17 and Luke is 15 for reference so like do the math i can't do everything

2018

"Why do you even want to watch 'It' you hate clowns?" the eldest brother asked, holding a bowl of popcorn while he rounds the couch to were he previously sat.

"Jack asked for a scary movie so I suggested a scary movie." though he wasn't lying, both statements were true, it wasn't the real reason he suggested the movie. But like he would ever admit that to his brothers because he'd never hear the end of it if they knew. Little did he know they already did.

"He wants to watch it because Y/n L/n is in it." Jack mumbled, not looking up from his phone where he looked up the cast list, and he begins to laugh along when his older brother starts to.

"Not true."

"Too true."

"Shut up. Are we watching this or something else." Quinn says, being the mediator among the three.

All throughout the movie, while Luke was gawking at his dream girl, Jack and Quinn would make eye contact over his head silently laughing at their brothers face of awe whenever Y/n was on screen. When she walked slow-mo out of the store, the scenes at the quarry, Luke had the same face as the boys on the screen except he wasn't acting.

2020

73 Questions With Y/ L/n | Vogue

Y/n opens the door for the vogue camera man, after she just shut it on him.

"Hey! Y/n L/n! You excited for your 73 questions with vogue?" the interviewer asks enthusiastically.

"Yes, I am.. Does that count as your first question?"

While the man asks several questions, Y/n lead them into her living room.

"Who do you want to play you in a movie about your life?"

"Umm.. Sadie Sink. And I would like to play Sadie in the movie about her life."

"What is the knewest thing in here?"

After quickly looking around the girl grab a recent purchase of hers a stuffed octopus.

"I recently bought this stuffed animal. It's an octopus, because there's only one or else it would be octopi."

"Interesting, and what do you think is the coolest thing in this room?"

Setting down the octopus, Y/n walks towards her book case. Grabbing what looks to be a very old book.

"This is a vintage edition of Little Women the same one my mom read to me when I was 12 and the same one I reread in preparation for my role as Amy March."

While placing the book back on the shelf the man asks, "Without looking do you know what the last word of Little Women is?"

Jokingly Y/n pick the book up again and starts to open it, and the two chuckle, she then continues to answer the question. "No, um..I know, 'end'."

"End?"

"Yep. That counts as a question."

"It's actually 'this'"

"... 'This'?" the man nods before Y/n continues, "No, you're wrong it's end. Because all books end in 'the end' how could you not know that."

The interview continues into the girl kitchen, while she pours herself an iced tea.

"What is your favourite sport?"

"I don't really have a favourite sport, but I guess I'll say hockey. 'Cause y'know they're hot."

imessage

Rowdy

Did you see your girlfriend said hockey boys were hot?

Maybe you have a chance

Lukey

Shut up.

Luke rewatched that interview a couple to many times.

2023

Y/n_updates

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Y/n_updates: Y/n was at the New Jersey Devils vs Philadelphia Flyers preseason game! she was with the Devils wags too! Just more proof that her and Luke Hughes are dating... What do you think?

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taytaySwft: they would be so cute!! i hope they're together ☺️

_spider_man: what's with the it girlies dating professional athletes right now?

jackhugheswife: damn he could do better than her

amyMarchstan: better than the gorgeous and successful woman she is?

harrie13: I miss her and Lucas 🙁

stranger_80: No him and Sadie!!!

anne_Cats: so she's got a thing for Lukes huh?

harrie13: lmao i didn't even realize that 😭😭

TaybrinaStan: she's doing for hockey what Taylor is doing for football.

note: yes i did only make her previously date Lucas McLaughlin for that one joke that's not even funny.. what about it?

#luke hughes x famous!reader #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes oneshot #jack hughes #quinn hughes #hughes brothers

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Hard core smut, swearing, choking, spitting, dirty talk, rough doggy style like brutal. This is so hot- I'm so sorry.

A/n: Anon request for "reader and rafe getting high together and having sloppy sex?" I'm super pumped about this one so I hope you guys enjoy it!

"I hate when you do this to me." Rafe mutters, passing me the joint before leaning down to kiss me, smoke billowing out from between his lips and past my parted ones, my eyes rolling back into my head at the motion. I moan against his lips, chasing the kiss as he backs away from me, walking me back until my back hits the wall. "You come to these fucking parties with your fucking friends looking so fucking good. And then you ignore me the whole night." His hand slides up my body to wrap around my neck, fingers squeezing the column of my throat, briefly cutting off my oxygen supply in desperate arousal.

"I was trying to get your attention." I squeak, pulling a small laugh from him as his eyes widen briefly, a wicked smile slipping across his lips at my pettiness, my lips trying to find his once more but he just swerves to tease me.

"Desperately apparently." He grins, hand slipping from my neck to trail down my chest, stopping briefly to brush across my peaked nipples which pulls a pathetic moan from me, eyes briefly flickering down to watch his hand slip down to tuck beneath my shorts. "Fucking whore, just for me right?" His eyes have a deadly look in them, a look that tells me I can't be a brat and talk back right now even if I wanted to.

"Just for you, Rafe- only you, fuck." His fingers brush teasingly across my clit before he retracts his hand completely, shoving my shorts down to the ground before spinning me around to face the wall.

"You just can't seem to get that you're mine. You know that right?" He asks against the shell of my ear, belt unbuckling behind me as my head spins, the waiting game that we've been playing- that I've been playing- finally catching up to the both of us while we claw at our clothes and try desperately to get close to one another.

"I'm yours." I whisper, tilting my head enough so I can see him, a small smile slipping across his lips at my words but he tuts anyways.

"I don't know if you actually believe that so I think you should show me." I hear him spit before his fingers slip up and down my slit, readying me before resting the tip of his cock against my entrance, teasing me heartbreakingly slow. "Show me you're mine, show me how much you know me." I reach around to help guide him into me, moaning lowly as my head thumps against the wall, air escaping my lungs as he fills me. I work slowly on thrusting myself back and forth on his cock, my thighs burning and back aching from arching to meet his thrusts, all of the work and pleasure completely riding on me impressing him. "This is a pretty damn good argument."

"I'm yours. I just like to play hard to get." I add with a snicker and he groans, hands gripping my hips with a bruising pressure, helping to guide my hips and and forth, clit throbbing desperately for his touch.

"Because you know I love the chase." His hips snap against mine in a second, sloppy but snapping in and out of me at an unrelenting pace, tears filling my eyes at the unbelievable pleasure that him (and the weed) has managed to offer me on top of the fleeting looks and quick glances throughout the day.

"I love to tease you." I whimper, eyes squeezing shut with a shudder as his fingers drag down my spine, lips finding purchase on the column of my throat as he sucks and nibbles at my skin, leaving me littered in marks- his marks.

"You're so good at it."

#rafe #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x y/n #outerbanks #rafe cameron smut #rafe smut

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le-pokerus · 1 year

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LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS BEFORE THE WiiU AND 3DS ESHOPS GET SHUT DOWN FOREVER ON 27TH MARCH 2023

That means all digital only games as well as DLC cannot be purchased (they can be downloaded after the shut down but we don’t know how long for). Also all games that have both physical and digital releases, will become physical only if not downloaded before.

All virtual console games also suffer the same fate so get to it!

(Pokémon games to download below)

Gen I and II Virtual Console

(Only repeatable method to get Celebi as well as Shiny Celebi in Gen VII onwards)

Pokémon Bank

(Only way to transfer Gen III-VII Pokémon to Gen VI onwards. Will become free after the eshop shutdown but NEEDS TO BE DOWNLOADED BEFORE)

Poké Transporter

(Only way to transfer Gen III-V Pokémon to Gen VI onwards. CAN ONLY BE DOWNLOADED WITH A PAID SUBSCRIPTION FOR POKéMON BANK BEFORE SHUTDOWN)

Pokémon Dream Radar

(Only way to get Therian Forme Tornadus, Thunderus, and Landorus in Pokémon Black 2 and White 2. Also bags you hidden-abilty Gen IV mascot Legendaries and other random hidden-ability Pokémon for Gen V)

Pokémon Sun and Moon Demo

(Only way to get Ash-Greninja in Gen VII)

Other 3DS Games

3DS: Pokémon Picross, Pokémon Shuffle, Pokémon Battle Trozei, Pokédex 3D and 3D Pro, as well as demos for Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire and Detective Pikachu)

3DS Virtual Console: Pokémon Trading Card Game, Pokémon Puzzle Challenge.

Other WiiU Games

WiiU: Pokémon Rumble U

WiiU Virtual Console: PokéPark Wii: Pikachu’s Adventure, Pokémon Pinball: Ruby and Sapphire, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Red Rescue Team & Blue Rescue Team, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky, Pokemon Ranger, Pokemon Ranger: Shadows of Almia, Pokemon Ranger: Guardian Signs, Pokémon Snap

#god I hope I haven’t missed any pkmn games #fuck nintendo #pokemon #nintendo eshop

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slut4sugu · 10 months

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— AMOR! [𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜] 𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

I: aged!upcharacter, veryyy suggestive </3

🎸: 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭- 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐔𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬

You were out shopping with miles for your birthday, who smugly and proudly walked behind you carrying your Dior and Kate spade bags. As the clicking of your heels followed you into a jewelry store, your eyes immediately fell on the beautiful sapphire necklace that laid almost heavenly in its own display case. Before quickly remembering all of the expensive gifts miles had bought for you and to your luck

you quickly turned your gaze to a small boutique. Though silent he saw how your eyes quickly lit up at seeing the jewelry and quickly saw through your game. You soon felt his presence close behind you, and his breath on the chill of your pierced ear before hearing him say, “Do you want it ma?” You jumped a little, though your eyes wavered on the necklace before dropping your gaze to fiddle with your bracelet. “Yes but-“ He tsked cutting you off. “Don’t lie to me amor.” His voice sending shivers down your spine and a slight wetness to your core, “I want it.”

“Buena chica.” (Good girl)

He kissed you behind your ear before, walking over to the jeweler behind the counter asking for 3 necklaces (with diff chains). Your eyes widened as you rushed over to his side, “Baby you don’t have to-“ His gaze shut you up good once you locked eyes. His eyes looking at you with dominance, as if almost saying: ‘I’m buying this for you and me mama, you get to look even more sexy and I get to see a chain around your pretty lil neck.’ He smirked at your quick silence, pulling you into his side with his free arm before lowering his head slightly to your ear to whisper, “Usa mi tarjeta, cariño” (Use my card baby) You nodded briefly, before going into your Louis purse and pulling out a black card. After making the several purchases, Miles let you hold your bag since he saw how excited you were despite wanting to be a gentleman. Though he couldn’t resist your adorable little dance when you got it. As you both were walking through the mall, you stopped swearing you saw your favorite boutique from Paris. As you near the railings, miles leaned against them. Facing the opposite direction to watch for any straggling eyes trying to take a peak below your short black dress. Though he was doing the same in that moment unbeknownst to you. “You look sexy without jewelry mami , but you look real fuckin pretty with my hand around your neck.”

“Huh-“

“You heard me princesa.”

#🎸.𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐌 #atsv fluff #atsv x you #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles morales x reader #42 miles x fem!reader #42 miles morales #atsv miles #atsv x black reader #atsv prowler

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spicyspiders · 2 months

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heey! so what about a fic where m!reader and leon are known each other (thanks to their jobs), but never really interacted but they always felt really attracted about each other. and one day they randomly meet again because they had the same mission, and they just finally do the deed?🤔 (and just a some extra lol -big age gap between them- and i hope ada is jealous haha) i hope i explained well, english is not my first language😭😭

I changed some stuff about your request as I wrote it, I hope you don’t mind. There isn’t really an age gap in this fic as I didn’t specify the reader’s age, but I was thinking of Leon from the fourth game as I wrote this, and he’s 27. Warning for smut of course, as well as a light description of an injury the reader gets.

“Leon?”

In your doorway, Leon turns around to face you, a grocery bag in one hand. Out of uniform, he doesn’t look all that different in his dark shirt and pants. It’s topped off with an expensive-looking leather jacket on his broad shoulders.

“Brought you something,” he says, holding up the bag with a smile. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” you respond quickly before you ask him a dumb question, like how he’s able to afford that jacket on the salary you both make. You step to the side and press your back to the wall to make sure he can fit through the doorway, “come in.”

You end up asking one anyway once he’s through the door and you’ve shut it, “can I take your jacket?”

Leon laughs softly as he places the bag on your couch, “I’ve got it. You should be resting anyway,” he responds as he pulls his coat off. You watch with careful eyes as his skin becomes more exposed. His arm brushes yours when he steps past you to place it on your coat rack. It was one of your first big-boy purchases with your new paycheck, so you were happy to see it be put to use.

“Someone had to answer the door,” you say, trying to cross your arms to look cool and sexy for your cool and sexy guest, but you flinch when the action pulls at your bruised side.

“I would’ve gotten in eventually,” he says with a smirk.

“Yes because you just had to bring me,” you try glancing down into the bag, seeing something cylindrical, “soup?”

One of the first things you learned about Leon was how quick he was on his feet, so when you try to open the bag to see what else is in it, he quickly snatches it away. “Take off your shirt.”

“What?” You ask, your heartbeat quickening in your chest.

“Let me check your injuries,” Leon responds, pulling out a roll of bandages and a container of ointment. His face leaves no room for protest, especially when he puts on the stern face he makes all the time at work.

You roll your eyes, but slowly begin pulling your shirt off. On the day you came home with your injuries, you were nearly sweating by the time you got out of your uniform from the pain of being thrown to the concrete while chasing down a criminal, and a day later, taking off and putting on your clothes was now a strenuous activity.

“Easy,” Leon says softly, “let me help you.” One of his hands goes up the back of your shirt, while the other meets the bunched-up fabric at the back of your neck after he pushes it up.

“Thanks,” you whisper when your shirt is over your head and down your arms. Your fingers brush his when you take the shirt and toss it over onto your loveseat.

“Sit,” Leon pats down to the spot beside him after he sits down.

You sit down slowly, but not close enough for Leon’s liking, which he fixes with a warm hand on your uninjured left side. “Come here,” he says softly into your ear before he pulls you closer until your thigh is nearly touching his.

“You didn’t have to come to check on me,” you say as Leon gets to work.

“You’re our rookie, of course I’m going to make sure you’re okay.”

You turn your head so Leon can’t see how hard you roll your eyes, “I don’t need a reminder,” you say bitterly.

“We were all like you once,” Leon says as he grabs the ointment and takes the cap off, “have you washed this?”

“Three times now: once when I got back to the station, once at home last night, and once this morning.”

“Good boy,” Leon responds, the words filling your stomach with warmth, “it’ll heal nicely if you keep it clean.” You gasp when the cold gel touches your side, and when you look back over, you can only see the top of Leon’s head, but are easily able to hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks, “cold?”

“A little,” you respond through gritted teeth when your side starts to sting.

“I know, baby,” Leon murmurs as his other hand goes to your cheek to wipe away the tear you hadn't realized fell, “I’m almost done.”

The pet name has your cock chubbing up in your pants. You bring your legs tight together to hide, but the friction only makes it worse.

“Shh,” Leon mistakenly coos, thinking the noise you make at the feeling is one of pain and not of pleasure. His fingers move from your side to start getting the bandage on your side. By the time he’s done, your side feels wet and warm. It’s nearly uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable when you feel a glob of precum leak from the head of your cock. Of course it’s on one of the days you decide to go commando.

“You must be tired, let’s lay down,” Leon says, already grabbing one of the pillows beside him to get you comfortable. You hear the crinkle of the bag too, but you assume it’s from him putting the ointment and bandages away. Really, you’re just too worried about lying down while not letting Leon see the bulge in your pants.

He knows though. Of course, he fucking knows. He knows everything, it feels like. Leon settles tightly behind your body once you’ve laid down. The space is tight, leaving no room between your bodies, letting you feel exactly just how hard he is in his pants.

You aren’t sure if you should grind your ass back into Leon’s cock or reach between your legs for your own. Leon makes the decision for you, or rather he pleads for you to let him, “let me take care of you,” he says into the back of your neck.

It takes a few moments to get your pants down and Leon’s open enough to get your cocks free. Leon’s cock is much more wet than you expect when he pushes it in between your thighs, and his fingers are just as wet when they wrap around your cock.

“Is that something else you bought?”

Leon chuckles, his lips brushing the skin of your neck, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, wanted this,” he says as he strokes your cock just as he also thrusts his cock between your legs.

You had an idea of how much he did. You didn’t know how long it was for Leon, but for you, it wasn’t long after you joined Racoon City’s police department that you started wanting him. At first, it had started with lustful looks that became full of longing. It wasn't like you could see your face, but from how Ada and Claire would try to hide their laughter, you guessed it was pretty intense to cause such a reaction.

Leon caught you a few times, but you would always look away quickly before you could embarrass yourself even further. It was only a few weeks ago that when you mustered up the courage to look back at Leon, he would still be looking at you.

“That was such a good morning meeting, wasn’t it, Ada?” Claire asked when you all were in the breakroom.

”It was!” She answered before turning her sights to Leon who stood near the microwave, “what was your favorite part, Leon?” She asked.

Chris answered for Leon instead, “I think his favorite part was who was in the meeting, not what was said.

The three erupt into a fit of laughter as you glare at them from where they sit at the table. It was then that you decided going out for lunch would be a better idea than to eat what you packed the night before. You almost wanted to ask Leon that day if he wanted to join you, but didn’t want to give the others the satisfaction of knowing that they’re right.

“I’ve wanted you,” your voice breaks off into a moan, “practically since I started.” You try to move in Leon’s grip to get more of the pleasure he’s giving you, but Leon throws an arm around you to stop the movements you make.

“I’ve got you,” Leon says, “let me take care of you,” he says once more.

“I can,” your voice falls to a groan, “take care of myself,” you say after trying again, but Leon is just too strong. Him and his stupidly muscular body. You could admit that you were still learning when it came to your job, but you didn’t want Leon to use that against you in the bedroom too.

“I know you can,” Leon says before he maneuvers you onto your back while he holds himself above you on his forearms. “Can you blame me for wanting to?” He asks before swooping down to press his lips to yours, any thought that you have of responding leaves your brain when Leon’s tongue enters your mouth.

“It drives me crazy. I can’t even watch you do your job without wanting to kill anyone who tries to hurt you,” Leon says after pulling away, “please just let me-”

Not that you didn’t want to hear Leon beg, you decide to take mercy on him by pulling him into another kiss with a hand at the back of his neck.

“Please,” you whisper against his mouth when the kiss ends. You bring your hips up to press your hard cock to his, the both of you moaning at the feel.

Leon nods before he brings on his hands between your bodies to wrap his fingers around your cocks. They’re wet and warm around your cock, and you can already tell that it won’t take you long to cum, that and also the sight and sound of Leon above you.

Though you spent much more time than you wanted to admit imagining the sounds Leon would make, hearing them in person just didn’t compare to your imagination. “Such a good boy,” Leon moans, a sound that goes straight to your cock, “letting me take care of you,” he says as the pace of his strokes speeds up.

“Thank you,” you moan, “it feels so good,” you say as your head falls to the pillow beneath it and you feel your orgasm build.

“Are you close?” He asks.

You’re almost too distracted as your eyes track a bead of sweat that runs down the side of Leon’s forehead, but when you open your mouth to respond, your orgasm takes you by surprise. The feeling of it runs through your veins as hot ropes of cum shoot from your cock onto your stomach, you just hoped it didn’t land on your bandages.

Above you, Leon groans as he goes even faster. Just moments after yours, Leon joins you in orgasmic bliss. The sight and sound of Leon’s orgasm only lasts a few minutes, but you can tell it’s something you won’t forget for a long time.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask as Leon lays himself down onto your chest, careful to not try and jostle your injury.

“Hm?” Leon rumbles, too out of it to answer the question, “did you ask if you wanted to go lay in your bed for the rest of the day together?”

It takes a few days for you to feel well enough to go back to work, and on your drive to the station, you can’t help but wonder if it would have taken even longer if Leon hadn’t come to see you.

Still too early to be fully competent, Ada greets you as you’re placing your lunch in the fridge. You had to quickly wipe the smile from your face as you remembered the night before in your kitchen with Leon packing your lunch while stealing kisses from each other as you went along. Before he left your place, you practically had to push him out the door for him to leave, while you had to keep yourself locked in place to keep from following.

“I am a little jealous, you know,” she says, leaning against the counter next to you.

“Jealous?” You ask, unsure if you heard her correctly from being too tired.

“You’re way too cute for old man Leon.”

Your brows furrow as you close the door to the fridge, “aren’t you older than Leon?”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x male reader smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader smut

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heavenlyvision · 3 months

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Ride

Pairing: Liu Kang x afab!reader

Wc: 1.2k

I got horny for Liu because I took too many photos of him in game and then I was staring at his abs for too long and then I was thinking, well what if I rode his abs and then I thought, I need to write this before bed or I will kms.... so, here you go !!! I dunno how coherent it is, I am sleepy and desperate for the fire god but.... Enjoy !! :3

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, pwp, ab riding, p in v sex, creampie, cum eating, cunnilingus, little bit of overstimulation, little bit mean Liu (tiny bit), no use of pronouns or y/n, I think that's it !!

MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT

When Liu had proposed this position to you, you felt excited and hesitant, you weren’t sure how he was going to get any pleasure out of this but he had assured you he would have immense pleasure, so you agreed. He had seen the way you stared at his muscles, his abs, you enjoy looking at all of him but you guess your gaze had lingered too long and too obviously and you gave yourself away.

Liu has you sat atop his abs and is guiding you along them, your cunt leaking onto his skin. The longer you sit and ride him, the slicker his skin gets, you’re leaving a mess on him and he’s over the moon about it, his eyes watching closely how you rut into his abdomen, how your wetness pools onto his skin, how your pussy flutters with nothing to hold onto.

His mind is hazy, his cock painfully erect, the wet sounds your cunt make are gonna have him biting something. His hands digs into your skin and grind you down against him harder, more forcefully, your eyes roll into the back of your head with a loud moan and Liu’s cock twitches in his pants. He hadn’t even bothered taking them off, as soon as you had agreed to this, he ripped his shirt off and had you on him before you could even think properly.

The way you’re desperately humping down onto him is setting his skin on fire, almost literally, his body temperature has spiked, his hands hot on your hips. He knew he liked the idea of this but he didn’t realise just how much until you were on him and practically creaming on his abs alone. His cock is so hard it hurts, he’s torturing himself, he could have you but he’s straining himself to hold off, wanting to see you cum on him like this.

Your whines are gasped, your eyes glassy and distant, your hands rest over the top of his for purchase. Your cunt flutters and jumps on him, your slick sticking to his skin, the glide back and forth easy. You feel insane, mind full of nothing but his abs and how they glisten with your pussy juices, how feral Liu looks, his grip on you scalding, his eyes containing a fiery need.

Liu’s hands quicken your pace, his patience wearing incredibly thin, you gasp and whine, the change in speed has you keening for him, “Need you to cum, now,” he groans out, “Need to put my cock in you, can’t take this, you’re so wet and messy and –fuck– so fucking slick, the sounds your cunt makes, is setting my skin on fire,” his words are rushed, his need clawing at him.

His words are filthy and you’d be embarrassed if his desperation for you didn’t have your orgasm approaching quickly, “Liu –ah– I–”

He grits his teeth and cuts you off, “Shut up. And cum.”

You gasp out at him, his mean words sending you over the edge, your hands move to his chest to hold yourself up, your pussy quivers on his abs. Wetness leaks onto him, his skin coated in you, Liu bites out a moan.

“Perfect, look at that,” he sounds elated, happy with how your cunt has soaked him.

He rolls you both over so he’s on top, tugging at his pants hurriedly and pulling his cock out, he notches his tip at your pussy hole. He looks you in the eyes, his gaze dark, he gives no other warning before he slams into you all at once. The shock and slight pain from being filled by him completely, all at once, has you sobbing out a choked moan, Liu’s hips grind into you, not fucking you yet, trying to make up for the shock.

His hand holds the side of your head, his thumb stroking your cheek, “Mm sorry, got desperate to feel you.”

You shake your head at him, not mad, “Is fine, mm fine.”

He noses into the side of your face and presses soft kisses to your skin, “Good.”

He pulls back to sit on his knees, holding your lower half up to him, he starts fucking into you like a feral animal, his thrusts depraved. His eyes stay on his dick fucking in and out of you, and to his abs where your mess is still left on his skin. He groans deeply at everything, everything is overwhelming him, his cock twitches, already so close after being deprived.

You’re unable to form coherent thoughts, moans slipping from you mindlessly, your hands clawing at whatever you can reach. The fullness of his cock after being so painfully empty has you seeing stars.

Liu holds you open, as much as he can, wanting to see more of how your pussy sucks him back in, how you leak onto his cock, how you leave a creamy, white ring at the base of his dick. His abs tense, his stomach trembling, his orgasm on the tip of his tongue.

His thumb presses into your clit and rubs harsh circles into you, needing you to cum again, wanting to watch you milk his cock. The added stimulation makes you squeak, still sensitive from grinding into him.

“Need to feel it, need to feel you cum on me,” his pace is persistent and unrelenting, he fucks into you a few more times, the low timbre of his voice and how needy he sounds has you cumming for him, your back arching as you do.

Liu moans at you, at the feel of the wet, hot clutch of your pussy cumming on him, squeezing him tight, his hands force you up and down his length, his thrusts not stopping, his movements wild. He cums with a grunt, his hands hot on your skin, burning into you, he holds his pelvis to yours, pumping all of his cum into you, grinding it into you.

He gives himself time to breathe, coming down for a moment before he pulls his cock out, his hands hold you wide open, watching how he leaks from you, how your cunt jumps in aftershock.

He hums to himself, pleased, he leans down and puts his mouth on your pussy. The feeling jolts you and you try to wriggle away, already feeling overstimulated. Liu chases you though, his tongue fucking into your hole, not finished with you. His face pushes in between your legs, licking his cum from you, your pussy jumps and quivers, sensitive, just how he likes you, nerves on fire and cunt sensitive.

He licks at you until he eases another orgasm from you, you twitch around his tongue, your hips struggling to pull back. He doesn’t let you, he continues doing as he pleases until he’s done, when he does pull back, he nuzzles into your thigh, sighing into your skin, content.

He rests your lower half onto the bed and lays down beside you, he pulls you to him, your back to his chest. You can feel how hard his cock is again with how he presses his body to yours, you go to say something about it, wiggling your hips back into him, a glutton for punishment, you suppose.

He smiles into your neck, “Give yourself a moment,” his words are whispered against your neck, sending shivers down your spine, “we have all night.”

You might be dead by morning.

ʚɞ

I HOPE YOU LIKED AND THAT YOU SEE THE VISION, I LITERALLY LOVE YOU ALL !! <33 HAVE BEAUTIFUL DAYS/NIGHTS

#visions blurb #mk1 smut #mk1 2023 #smut #liu kang x reader #liu kang x reader smut #liu kang x you #liu kang x you smut #liu kang smut #liu kang mk1

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after-witch · 3 months

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Look I just got engaged and Im here to feed my own delusions SO (also I love your writing sm!!!)

"What on earth are you doing crashing my wedding like this?" - to Hisoka.

notes: yandere, blood, non-graphic violence

You're grateful for the fact that he showed up in your modest little bridal suite prior to the ceremony, rather than storming into the chapel as you were saying your vows.

He leans against the closed door--he locked it, too, you noticed--and gives you a familiar look of appraisal. There's pleasure in his eyes but something else, too. Something that is a little too reminiscent of the corner edge on a playing card.

"I'm stopping you from making a dumb mistake. You really think you're getting married to some low-tier nobody? Especially without my say-so?"

Your fist clenches in the delicate skirt of your gown until you remember how fragile it is--it belonged to your soon-to-be-spouse's grandmother--and you force your fingers to relax, smoothing out the antique lace.

"Why wouldn't I? We're in love."

Hisoka doesn't say anything for a moment.

Then he throws his head back and laughs until tears form in his eyes. They smudge his eyeliner.

"You might love them, darling, but I'm afraid the sentiment isn't quite returned. At least, not all that strongly. Certainly not strong enough for a wedding."

He wants you to ask. You don't want to ask.

But you do, anyway, because that's the game you've played with Hisoka for years. And he knows you always cave in.

"What do you mean?"

Hisoka pushes himself away from the door and approaches you. You know better than to run; the sticky memory of Bungee Gum crawls traitorously over your skin.

He doesn't stop until he's invading your space, until you've got nowhere to go unless you climb on top of the vanity behind you and use it as a seat.

"You do look pretty," he murmurs, leering down at you. "Are you wearing something nice underneath, for the honeymoon?" He leans in closer, a hand going to the fabric of your dress. "Can I check?"

You grimace and consider jabbing him with an eyeliner pencil left on the table behind you. It's not worth it--you might get some on your dress. You settle for smacking his hand away, and he lets you, pouting his lips at the pretend hurt.

"Hisoka. Answer my question."

Hisoka gives you one more appreciative glance before he grins.

"Ah! That. My dear, they began running the very moment I killed the priest at the alter. Didn't even try to help the old man." He grinned and ran a finger through his hair; a card appeared in his fingers and he flipped it back and forth. "I generously told them I was going for you next, and you know what they did?"

"Shut up!" You press your hands over your ears, but it doesn't blot out his words--the thought of the dead priest bleeding out--it doesn't blot out Hisoka.

"They ran out of the church and didn't even look back."

It's your wedding day and your priest is dead and the love of your life left you to die.

"Someone," you force out, voice croaking, mind scrambling for purchase on some bit of hope. "Someone else will come for me." Your mind frantically races over the guest list. Your future father-in-law, he would surely come running up the stairs. Or your uncle and your cousins. Or your friends. One of the other priests at the church, who would do anything to save an innocent like you.

"Oh, sweetness." Hisoka's voice is thick with honey.

He leans in close and brushes the flat end of the card against your cheek. There's something warm and wet on it, and a metallic tinge forces its way into your nostrils.

"What makes you think anyone is still alive down there?"

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hisoka #hisoka x reader #yandere #afterwitch writes #requests are closed just doing old ones

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cythena · 24 days

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i loveee characters that prefer an older girlfriend like 3 or 4 years older than them. like they just need someone to take care of them and teach them about the world. they also wanna take good care of you and spoil you. younger boyfriends are so proud of themselves for getting with you. you're an impressive catch to love and show off to the world. he may not show it but he's so happy to have you. even if he's always so serious, he thinks his older girlfriend is perfect for him.

rin, bachira, and geto under the cut

rin itoshi is first to my mind and the whole reason for this post. he already considers himself more mature than other people his age so naturally he fell for someone he felt matched him. you're so understanding, patient, and kind to him. however, a lot of the time it looked like he was the older one. he loves to gift you various jewelry that he comes across. the pursuit was just an enjoyable as the dates that followed too.

his favorite thing is to take you on dates after games. he loved to see you dress up in outfits he purchased and go to a nice dinner for the evening. then he would spend the night doing what every other man could only dream of with you. he liked to take control but not so dominant. he just wanted to make sure you both were satisfied. sometimes that meant putting his pleasure before yours when he needed it or vice versa.

meguru bachira loves you because he's so immature and you balance him out. you dote on him and remind him of his mother a bit. no one ever cared about him like that again until he met you. if you worried about your age he would quickly put that to rest. nothing should embarrass his perfect girlfriend in his eyes. he would be sure to prove it every chance he got.

his team is so shocked on who he pulled and sometimes meguru himself is shocked. especially when he after every game, he gets to have you all to himself. sex is when he truly worships you and your body. he spends hours eating you out like you had all the time in the world. he wouldn't even think about touching himself until you were squirting and soaking his face.

suguru geto is similar to rin, whereas he likes someone more mature than others. it wasn't like he searched for it but once he met you he was infatuated. he thought you were perfect. he liked how calm and smart you were. it was easy to get along with you. conversations were so easy with you and that's what he wanted. the relationship was much smoother than anything else.

he needed control over you. sometimes you liked to think that your age gave you some power over him. when you tried to extent that power, suguru was sure to shut that down real quick. you may be older but he was the one in control. he controlled your pleasure, body, and your mind because you were his. you decided to be his. he decided when you deserved to be pleased and when you needed to make it up to him.

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tojisun · 10 months

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heaven to him

dilf!jake sully x na’vi fem reader

!! fluff and smut - minors dni; kind of accidental voyeur; slight exhibition kink (it’s jake’s teehee); so much pet names (sucker for them); banters <33; jake and his insatiable desire is its own warning // 1.7k words

: so it came to me in a vision; started fluff and ended in smut idk why (im a liar - i do know why and its bc of jake!!!); i dont mention any dilf!jake aspects but the whole fic screams dilf!jake and i need yall to see my vision; hope you guys would like this <33; title from off to the races - lana

your ears twitch, having only managed to catch the tail end of the sound. you frown, your head rising from where it’s pressed on jake’s chest, thinking that by doing so, you could hear better.

jake rouses from his near-sleep, blinking exhausted eyes open to watch as your ears flick up, straining to hear the unusual sound.

“ma’yawntu?” he asks, rubbing your shoulder in comfort at seeing how tense you’ve gotten.

you fumble with your hand to press it on jake’s lips, non-verbally telling him to quiet down. he blinks, confused, and his brows furrow when he notices your tail begin swishing behind you in agitation.

a squeak resonates again, this time louder and clearer. you jolt, your hand leaving his face to clutch at the straps of his dagger’s sheath, not expecting the drawled out sound it made or how it pitched higher at the end. you turn to jake, wondering if he heard it too.

jake coughs because he did. oh, fuck, he did.

his cheeks tingle, his eyes ducking away to look anywhere but you. you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion, realizing that jake knows what it must be that’s making that sound, but he is refusing to help you out.

you think he is playing with you; that he is making a game out of this to hone your skills in stealth and hunting. so you grin to yourself, slinking out of his hold and ignoring his protests to creep closer to the entrance of the clearing.

“sweetheart, no-” but jake is interrupted by another drawn out squeal.

this time, you recognize the sound and you gasp, turning to jake, your eyes blown wide in surprise. your cheeks burn, the heat rushing down to your neck, and you rush back to jake’s side, hitting his shoulders with the underside of your fist to tamp down your embarrassment.

jake gathers you in his arms, muffling his laughter on the top of your head as you bury your face on his chest to hide your burning cheeks.

“aww, yawne,” he murmurs. “you feelin’ shy?”

you peek up from his arms, humming softly. jake smiles, brushing your braids away from your face and tucking the stray strands behind your ears. you huff, feeling yourself settle as you enjoy his warm embrace.

you part your lips to suggest to your mate that you two should leave soon, if not to save yourself from the immense embarrassment, then to finally crash before the hunt tomorrow, but jake purses his lips before saying, “wanna fuck too?”

you whip your head to look at him, a hiss trickling from your lips as you swat at his stomach in surprise. it only made his endeared chuckles rumble louder so you pinch his skin instead, giggling to yourself when his smile vanished quickly, a wince creasing his face.

“you will shut up,” you say, playfully glaring at him but jake just shakes his head at you softly, patting his stinging skin while you attempt to crawl away from him.

you watch the way he parts his lips to respond to you but another drawn out moan echoes past the clearing, followed by distinct rhythmic slaps, and you choke on the air you breathe, curling to yourself in embarrassment. jake’s hand finds purchase on your waist, gripping, his own breath hitching.

“jesus,” he murmurs, his eyes blown wide. “they’re really going at it, huh?”

“ma’jake, stop commenting!”

jake opens his lips, a retort ready, but he is cut off once again by a wet sob. this time, his face does end up scrunching as he throws his hands up in resignation. “i swear to god, why’s it every time i’m tryna talk huh?”

you sit up, giggling, unable to hold it in anymore. you slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds but hiccuped gasps of your laughter slips past your fingers, making jake smile so wide.

goddamn, baby, jake thinks as he watches you, his eyes full of reverence. how can i be so lucky to have you, ma’muntxate?

he follows the trail of your tanhi, watching the way they trickle down your supple skin and glitter like stars. he studies the way your eyes crinkle, your full lips quirked up in the most beautiful smile as you turn to him.

jake reaches out for you, opening his arms again because he wants you in them, and you readily dive into them, nuzzling your face on his chest.

his rumbling chuckle reverberates in the space between you two, the exhaustion of today’s date night and the ongoing embarrassment settling into both of your bones, pulling you two into a lazy embrace. you cuddle up to him and jake easily slots your body to his – two parts of a whole.

you watch the slow trembles running across his body, his skin sensitive to your breath. you giggle to yourself again, peering up at him and biting your giddy smile when jake tips his head down to meet your eyes.

“what’s got you so happy, yawntu?” he asks.

you do not reply to him, instead choosing to quietly shuffle closer to him to press your lips onto his collarbone. you hear his sharp intake of air, his hold on you tightening, and you feel elated at seeing what you do to him.

you pull away and look up at him, cheekily grinning, and jake just tuts before he plants a kiss on your forehead.

“naughty girl,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by your head, and the awkward sound he made makes you laugh again.

you bask in the silence, your eyes feeling heavy and your body calling for sleep, before jake ruins it again. “how’re you so giggly after hearin’ people fuck?”

you groan, pinching his side again and rolling your eyes at his answering hiss.

“just pretend that we don’t hear them,” you reply, trying to find the spot you were just in, accepting the fact that you and jake might have to stay the night out here.

“really hard to do when all my sensitive ears could hear is them fuckin’, sweetheart,” jake grumbles, one of his hands travelling down to your waist.

“ma’jake, please. any more comments from you and i’m going to start thinking that you want to mate out here too.”

jake doesn’t reply.

his silence rings loud and you crane your head up to look at him, gaping, feeling the telltale signs of heat spreading across your cheeks.

he groans, embarrassed, as he hides his face away from you. “forget about it,” he murmurs, his voice sounding so weak to your ears.

you stare at him, watching his cheeks darken. his ears are pressed flat to his skull and his tail, you belatedly realized, is loosely looped around your leg, twitching lightly in reflection of his tumultuous emotions.

you bite your bottom lip, thinking, your own ears flicking in interest.

jake still refuses to meet your eyes so you take the chance to study your surroundings. it is still ways away from the busy clearing and the hometree, and it is safe, hidden underneath the plush leaves of the trees.

okay, you think, now feeling the thrums of excitement coursing through you.

“just fingers.” your voice wobbles and it is now your turn to look away when jake whips his head to look at you.

“yeah,” you hear him say, his voice dipping into a near rumble. “just fingers.”

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you hiccup, sobbing as jake sinks his cock in your cunt again. jake is quick to push his lips back over yours, engulfing your moans before they could break the tranquil silence.

“shh, yawntu,” jake murmurs, his hips unrelenting as they pound into you. “not too loud.”

you claw at his back, trembling at the overwhelming pleasure racing through you. your eyes roll back to your head at a particularly angled thrust, your walls spasming as they tighten around jake’s cock.

“jesus,” jake hisses, pressing his head against yours, ragged breaths slipping past his gritted teeth. “fucked you so many times already but y’r still so fuckin’ tight.”

“ma’jake! too mu-!” you cry, holding onto him, squirming when he grinds his cock against the same spot that had you squealing.

“i know, sweetheart, i know.” jake kisses your neck, parting his lips to lick a stripe along your throat. “y’take me so, so well.”

your hands fall to hold onto his arms, your head tipping back for a silent moan, as your legs tremble at the increasing pleasure. jake follows, covering you with his bigger body, his hands mapping your sides until they fall to your pelvis, his thumb dimpling your skin.

jake nuzzles his face on the side of your cheeks, his eyes closed in the throes of pleasure. it is too warm now and everything is bathed in the luminous trees, but you are too lost in the euphoric ecstasy that is building within you.

“ma’jake,” you whimper, your voice wobbling at another hard thrust. “‘m close.”

“yeah?” jake begins, blinking his eyes open to gaze at you. he smiles at what he sees, his fangs peeking through. “cum with me?”

you nod, unable to mumble anything any more, feeling like your words are perpetually stuck behind your teeth amidst the pleasure.

jake’s hips don’t stutter, thrusting wildly as he grips your hips tightly, hissing apologies for the marks that they would certainly leave. you mewl, your raspy moans filling up the space between you and jake, scratching at his arms as your orgasm builds.

“i can feel y’r cunt spasmin’,” jake murmurs, a chuckle piercing through your hiccuped moans. “you must really love me, huh?”

jake just laughs again when you just glare up at him, your tear-stained lashes clumped together. he coos at you, rubbing his nose with yours.

“y’r so precious, y’know that, baby?”

“ma’jake, please,” you whine, arching your back with a gasp when jake grinds his cock deep again.

“fuck, yeah, okay baby, i’ve got you,” jake says, pushing your braids away from your damp face. then, he grins, something so beautiful and utterly dangerous. “but we’re just not done yet, yawne.”

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