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#and i will purr for you a bunch and be needy
lavendrrsfield · 4 months
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burning desire ; könig
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➛ request ; Koenig catching reader touch herself. That’s all. That’s one req
➛ pairing ; könig x fem!reader
➛ contents and warnings ; mdni. smut. masturbation (fem). established relationship. fingering. shit-ass german via google translate. pet names. pwp. slight voyeurism? one (1) pussy slap. soft fingering lol.
➛ word count ; 1.0k
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your his shirt is bunching up around your chest, you hand slipped under the waist band of your panties— a wet patch from your arousal evident on the thin fabric. you moan lowly, your eyes fluttering and your breathing catching in your throat. you roll your nipple in between your fingers, lightly pulling and pinching at the hardened bud, back arching off the bed.
your fingers continuously work against your swollen clit, gathering up the slickness that forms below you and bringing it to your clit. hips rutting against your hand, chasing the need of release that's just so near, yet so far from reach.
removing your hands from between your thighs and tit, adjusting your position— you sit up a bit, you spread your legs even wider, and your head tilt back with an arched back. you slowly bring your hand down your moist body, making sure to softly caress on your soft points, just the way he would.
once you reach your cunt, gathering your wetness in your fingers. you start finger-fucking yourself, starting off with one fingers before inserting another one. the wet suck of you taking your fingers fill the room, along with your heavy breaths and the soft rustling of the fabric below you.
with your eyes close, you try to imagine how he would touch you, how he would fuck you— how he smells and what he would say as his cockhead rubs against your entrance, teasing and tormenting you with each slide through your wet folds. his hands and filthy mouth on your body as he makes you come over and over again, german words of praises leaving his mouth in a soft purr. your cunt instinctively clenches around your finger at the thoughts of him.
yet, it wasn't enough as the real thing. not enough to make you come.
frustration coursing through your body, your body straining as you fought to reach that point you oh-so desperately need. tears start welling in your eyes, you're so desperate, completely ruined for everyone else, but him— including yourself.
suddenly feeling eyes on your writhing body, your eyes snapping open only to immediately fall on him. his dark eyes fixed on you, weakly fucking yourself with your fingers.
"and what do you think you are doing, meine perle?"
"i can't.."
your words comes out as a soft whine, so pathetically needy. silently begging him, you're not sure for what. you know you want anything— to touch you, to fuck you in anyway he wants. whether it's with his fingers, his mouth or cock. you need him.
"natürlich kannst du nicht." he mutters, his voice almost taking a mocking tone, shaking his head as if he was in disbelief before fully entering the room you share. "remove your hands from yourself, vögelchen. hands on your side, i will help you in a bit."
a small whisper of his name coming out of your mouth in protest, yet, you do as he says, removing your hand from in between your thighs, obediently placing them beside you. your expectant, wide eyes looks up at him, following his every movement as he slowly starts discarding his uniform. he lets out an amused chuckle, watching you rub your thighs together in the corner of his eyes. he made small 'tsk'-ing noise, shaking his head and tossing his gloves onto the dresser, before turning to face you.
"nein, perle. spread open those thighs for me," he gently demands, approaching the bed where you lay, exposed to his eyes.
"please, i just wanna come-"
"and you will. geduld."
with those words uttered, he crawls onto the bed, forcing your thighs open himself. his touch on your body sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps rising in your damp skin. he hums in approval and appreciation as he looks down at the mess between your thighs, he reaches one hand down to your throbbing cunt, the other holding your thighs open.
"this is all for me?" he asks, expectantly. he already knows the answer for that question even if you didn't answer him.
you nod quickly, open your mouth to speak only to be cut off with a small whimper that was torn from your throat as he unexpectedly drags two fingers against your folds. he brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of your wetness with a groan.
your hips buck, eyes widening at the scene in front of you. you lift your hands from beside you, suddenly needing to touch him but before you could even try— he landed a sharp slap to your already-throbbing pussy, you cry out in surprise and pleasure, your body jolting in response.
"ich sagte 'geduld,'" he scolds, his tone lowering and even more kicking, and if it wasn't clearer before, it definitely was now. "du warst immer so ungeduldig. no matter what i do, hmm? so needy, so desperate."
"i'm sorry, just- please, könig. it's been so long." you whine, and fuck, you really tried to listen to his words— but when he looks like that, how could you focus on anything but that?
slowly, he slides a finger into your dripping cunt, narrow eyes watching your face intently as it contorts between pure pleasure and relief. your breathing hitches in your throat, feeling him start pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy— before he adds another one.
sweet moans and mewls tore through your parted lips, your eyes rolling as his thumb rubs at your clit in tight, precise circles with each movement of his hand. you could hear the sounds of your wetness through the sounds of your pleasured sounds, his perfected movements drew you closer and closer to the edge— and he saw that, he felt your cunt clench around his fingers, hips rutting pathetically against his palms.
"könig... ffuck, könig." you moan out, voice high pitched and breathless as your eyes roll and your back arched off the bed at the feeling of the tightening coil in your stomach.
"do you think you could make yourself feel this way? nein?" he mocks.
your eyes shut, writhing against the soft bed as he works you through your orgasm— white hot pleasure wash over you in waves, your walls convulsed around his fingers that still hit that delicious spot in you.
"just wait for me to get back next time, ja?" he hums against your flush skin, smiling softly as his fingers lazily worked in and out of you— helping you ride it out. "sie müssen dies nicht tun."
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deadghosy · 1 month
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I am in desperate need of more chibi!reader.
What if chibi makes mini cakes in their little mini kitchen and decorates them to the characters colors, and possibly flavor preferences?
Thanks if you do this
❤️ anon
AWW THATS SO CUTEEE!!!💗🦆
CUTE HEADCANNNONS ABOUT CHIBI!READER
WARNING: FLUFF💗🦆
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You sometimes snuggle with husk as if he was a mother cat as he purrs having his arm over your small chubby body.
Imagine you and Angel having your own poses with Angel. You and Angel definitely have a whole bunch of photos which is so cool.
Imagine you and your bad ASS HOT PINK PRETTY PRINCESS CAR GOING FOR A JOY RIDE! with of course Lucifer beside you as he controls a toy car that has duck designs on it. I mean shittt you guys race as if you are depending your lives on it
Your car broke down…(Angel forgot to change the batteries for you) you sniffled “depressed” until Angel came back to shown you your new HOT GLAMOUR HOT PINK CAR WITH SPARKLES!?
Yeah….you definitely used it to run over someone’s toes as you smirked with your shades on like a badass bitch.
You have an easy bake oven…
NOW CMONNNN YOOU CANT LIE CHIBI! READER BE COOKIN OUT HERE😭
Literally the crew bought you a mini kitchen set and let you decorate it to your [aesthetic] as you smiled having your hands to your hips as you smiled at this.
Vaggie and Charlie sleeping with you beside them like a baby as you twitch 😭ima cry because that’s actually do adorable imaging a baby chibi reader who sleep so cozy to the point you wanna squish their cheeks.
You feed the crew your mini dishes from your mini kitchen which makes them smile at your effort. You accidentally burnt yourself but you huff with a determined squeak as you kept cooking for them.
You were the one who would put bows in alastor’s hair…and Alastor smiled softly at your affection towards him.
A chubby chibi reader who rubs their cheek against the cast’s thumbs with a soft squeak needy for attention for once as they were getting ignored.
A cute headcannon is that, the cast makes a Day schedule who youvwokd be with every week as it’s just fun tk see you come out of the person’s room with a new attitude and clothing choice.
You patted a toy duck thinking it was real as you made a “quack” sound with a squeak as it was heart aching to Lucifer as he grabs where his heart is and recorded the whole thing
You are having a bubble bath tired in a toy tub like I said before as Charlie coos at how cute you are as she scrubs your soft hair
Your favorite cartoon is hello kitty + SpongeBob as it showed how childish you are and were
I headcannon reader to waddle up against to sir Pentious to show how much you love him. That made him tear up a bit as he shows you off to his eggs
You yawn as you snuggle against anything….ANYTHING! You freaking name it-
You definitely get babied like a real baby but you don’t complain as you just be spoiled rotten by affection. They sure damn know
Imagine reader holding a small toy duck as they softly snooze. Like and there is a this ambience music in the background which makes the reader pass out faster.
Alastor has you on his desk as he makes a broadcast as a victim who tried to stomp on you has been murdered…not like you know anyways.
You are definitely the one people can’t leave for a minute as you would piss anyone off in a second. But you are so cute anyone could forgive you.
THATS ALL I HAVE FOR CUTE HCS🦆💗✨
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peachsayshi · 1 year
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sugar daddy! nanami x female reader (drabble) 
(minors and ageless blogs dni) 
a/n: manifesting that he shows up at my front door so I don’t have to go into work tomorrow. 
tags: mention that reader has a brazilian wax, needy nanami, smut
“thank you for stopping by-” nanami murmurs between a kiss. a muffled hum escapes you, and he can’t help but smile against your lips at the sound. he pulls away to admire the sight of you pressed against his counter. slowly coming undone with your lipstick smudged and your bare breast exposed from when he hungrily tugged at the strap of your dress. one thumb lightly traces over your hardened nipple while the other massages little circles on your waist. “...I know you have plans today. I'm sorry for intruding.” 
the apology was half-hearted; there was no reason for it considering this is part of the agreement. nanami is happily paying off your debts as long as you simply made time for him.
 so, no, he technically didn’t feel “bad” about stealing you away from your friends, but delaying your lunch would at least make up for him cancelling the last three scheduled dates that he planned. 
“of course,” you mumbled, a little dazed from the heated make out session he greeted you with. “I-ah- told you I’m in the area…”
he pecks your collarbone, guiding his hands underneath the hem of your dress. he loops his fingers around the band of your underwear, and gradually rolls the fabric down the stems of your legs. he helps you out of the garment, before standing back up and flashing you a smile of approval. 
“I bought these for you didn’t I?” he questions, his conceit masked by humble curiosity. 
“Mhmm,” you reply with a nod. 
his uses his free thumb and index finger to hold your chin, and seeks another kiss as he stuffs the lace fabric in his back pocket. your own hands clasp around his neck, your lips parting eagerly and granting his tongue entrance. 
your mouth is slick with spit, the kiss wet and messy, but neither of you have the time to care about slowing things down. you can feel how hard nanami is when he presses himself against your pussy, and your stomach flutters as you hook your leg tighter around his hip to enhance the pressure of him grinding against your cunt. 
he’s been working long hours, barely getting enough sleep, and has been miserable for the last three weeks. but this, this carefully relieved the tension from his demanding position.
nothing else crossed his mind from the moment you sauntered into his penthouse apartment - there was only you.
eventually and with heavy eyes, he glances down to the point where the tip of his cock meets your entrance, and curses under his breath as he slowly pushes in. he brushes his fingers over your pubic region, taking in the softness of your skin and it pleases him to know that you’ve still be maintaining yourself.
you whisper his name, “kento, kento...”,  your voice trembling when he rubs the the hood of your clit, while dragging his cock simultaneously back and forth as he fucks you right up against his counter. 
your dress is bunched up between his hands. he can feel that the material is a little worn. this is an easy fix, he thinks to himself, because he’s keen on spoiling you. it’s only been four months, and the process has been gradual…
you still decline some of his offers with a shy smile, unaware of how deep his pockets were and for whatever reason that only flamed his growing infatuation. 
he drops his forehead to meet your own, leaving another tender kiss on your lips before asking: ‘gonna cum for me, love?” 
you whine out an endearing “yeah,” that makes him laugh under his breath. 
he purrs your name, and it send shivers down your spine as he thrusts with more conviction. feeling your warmth around him, the way you dripped down his shaft and how pretty you sounded every time he hit the right spot - it only reminded him that you were an investment worth spending on. 
he would shower you with anything you asked for as long as he can keep doing this. 
you ride out your orgasm on his cock, and he groans upon reaching his own climax when your walls tighten around him. your body shakes as you let the waves roll over you and when you look up you were met with glassy brown eyes soaking in the shimmering glow of the aftermath.
you freshen up in his bathroom, attempting to put back together a decent look. when he sees you afterwards, he knows the question you’re about to ask and can see the heat emanating off your body as you approach him. 
“you still have my underwear...” 
the corner of his mouth quirks into a cheeky grin, and you can’t help but smile back. nanami always likes to play these little games with you, and you happily joined in every time.
instead of giving you what you needed, he reaches for his wallet instead. 
“tell you what,” he suggests as he lifts out his black card from it’s secured slot, “I’ll arrange my driver to drop you and take care of your lunch to make up for the delay. Since you’re in the area, there’s a shopping district not far from the restaurant where you can pick up another pair…and maybe splurge on something else nice if you see anything you like.”
He drags the card along the outline of your cleavage before sliding it under the padding of your dress. He cups your face in his hands and plants another chaste kiss on your forehead.
“Come back when you’re done,” he teases with a wink. “I’ll make us dinner, and you can show me what you bought.”
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bby-deerling · 4 months
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helloo!!! A bit late but congrats on 250 follows! You’ve written a lot for this event and you’re super consistent, I love you for that (and i ESPECIALLY love how you write law..mmmm)
For the event can I request Law + dangerous? Thanks a lot for writing!!
thank you anon!!! this event has been super fun for me and gotten my creative juices working overtime (and i still have a bunch more in my inbox left to write, thanks to everyone who has sent me a request for this event!)
law + dangerous (nsfw, afab!reader)
18+, nsfw, mdni, wc: 1.2k masterlist
cw: oral (law receiving), sneaking around, piv, messy relationship dynamics, strawhat!reader, unprotected sex (do not rely on the pullout method, lovelies!)
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Late nights on the Sunny are calm, quiet, and peaceful as one day rolls over to the next, silent under the blanket of stars above, save for the sound of waves rolling against the side of the ship, the occasional footsteps of Zoro heading to the kitchen to get another mug of coffee, or the humming of a song from Brook filling the air as he keeps watch at the back of the ship.
However, their watchful eyes had failed to notice Trafalgar Law using his ability to sneak you into the infirmary and have his way with you.  Curtains drawn shut as moonbeams scatter across the wooden floor, he gasps as your tongue runs up his shaft and tightens his grip on your hair.
“Look at you—on your knees, drooling all over me.” he whispers as your mouth envelops his cock, taking him as far as you can; he gives a light thrust into your mouth, throwing his head back in ecstasy at the sound you make as you choke on his length.
“Fuck... you might be a Strawhat, but you’re taking my orders now, aren’t you, Y/N-ya?” he rasps out as he tugs on a handful of your hair, eliciting a muffled moan from you.  Trying to control your breathing, you nearly choke on your own spit as you suck his cock, and helplessly let it spill out the corners of your mouth and onto the floor.  Having as much as him as you could fit in your mouth was intoxicating on its own, but the strangled gasps he let out with each bob of your head was enough to make your head spin.
Dazed and covered in drool, you stare up at him and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand when he pulls your head away from him.  A shiver runs down your spine as he runs his thumb along your bottom lip, admiring the wreck he’s turned you into before sinking into Chopper’s office chair and patting his thigh.  Accepting his wordless invitation, you move to straddle him, but he shakes his head.
“Turn around for me.” he purrs; you comply, and his arm wraps around your waist, easing you into his lap.  Tattooed hands splaying across your thighs, he nudges your legs apart, looping them around the outside of his own to keep you spread and in place for him.  Back flush to his chest, he lifts you up and slowly sinks his cock into your needy entrance; he exhales deeply as he feels your body tremble in his gasp, holding you close and tracing comforting circles on your stomach as he allows you to adjust to the sensation of him filling you to the brim.
As you start to rock your hips against him, his hand drops, rubbing gentle circles into your clit with his pretty inked fingers.  The sight of his hands exploring your body is enough to drive you wild on its own; when it’s combined with the feeling of his cock nearly splitting you in two it’s enough to overwhelm you.
“Feel good?” he murmurs in your ear, leaving a small nip on the shell of your ear before running his tongue along your earlobe.  Heat radiating from your cheeks, all you can muster is a soft mhm, hips stuttering as his fingers rub deeper circles into your aching bud.
“This is how you deserve to feel, don’t forget it.” he whispers as he takes one of your breasts in his hand, tracing soft circles along your nipple with his thumb.  Ecstasy begins to flow through your veins as you get close; your hips stutter against his hand, and your eyes flutter shut, focused on reaching your high.  A few bites and kisses along your neck push you over the edge as you squirm against him, kept in place by the way he’s holding you apart with his legs.  Clenching around him so tightly that his cock nearly slips out, you let out a strangled gasp as he pushes your hips down to keep himself deep inside of you.
Head dizzy and face tingling, you’re confused as you feel him lean back in the chair and reach for two pens on the desk, tossing one onto the floor and the other on the bed.
Room.
Shambles.
He’s got you bent over the infirmary bed, hand spread over the middle of your back and pressing you down into the mattress as he fucks you; his first few strokes are slow, but he quickly loses self-control and gives into his urges to give it to you fast, hard, and deep.  He’s tall enough that your legs begin to tingle from standing bent over on your tiptoes, and you feel your feet leave the floor completely as his thrusts pin your hips to the bed and he takes complete control of your body.
One of his hands finds the back of your neck, holding you down as he continues his relentless pace; the pressure makes your walls flutter around him and leaves you whimpering his name like a soft prayer.
“Y-you’re taking me so well, Y/N-ya.” he praises, voice stuttering as his breath catches on his words; your walls are sucking him in, tempting him to paint your insides white, but the last thread of sanity that remains in his lust-filled mind tells him to pull out and cum on your lower back instead.  Hot and sticky, you sigh at the sensation of him coating you in his seed, and smile into the pillow as he takes the initiative to help you clean up.
Curling up into the bed together, you trace your fingers along his chest tattoo as excitement begins to fade into exhaustion.  His eyes are fixed at the ceiling; dark circles plague both of your faces, and this late-night tryst hadn’t done anything to remedy that problem.  Nerves begin to wrack your veins the longer you stare at him and reality settles around you—Law wouldn’t be around forever, or even for much longer as you approached Zou, and while you had fallen for him, you had no idea where you stood with him moving forward.
“What are we doing, Law?” you ask hesitantly, voice cracking and unable to mask the flood of emotions coursing through your body.
He lets out a deep sigh, threading his fingers through your hair and rubbing soothing circles into your scalp.  “I’m not sure.  I care about you, but this is complicated, you know that.”
Pain and bittersweet longing pull at your chest, making it hard to breathe.  It’s not the answer you wanted to hear from him, but it was the one you were expecting, given the circumstances.  The silence in the dark infirmary begins to hurt as your heartbeat throbs in your ears—the only reprieve is the soft, comforting scratching of Law’s fingers on your scalp.
“I’ll wait for you, Law.  No matter how long it takes.” you say, cursing the way your voice wavered as you swallowed down tears.
He leans over and kisses your forehead, gingerly tilting your chin up to face him.  “I promise I’ll do the same.” he whispers as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.
It’s enough for now, you decide, cupping his face and deepening the kiss.
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desperate-gay · 5 months
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the way that i need another ali k fic
Champions
Ali Krieger x fem!reader
Smut 18+
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There it was.
The final whistle.
Gotham has won the 2023 NWSL championship.
Ali won the championship in the last game of her career.
You run onto the field from the bench as quickly as you can. After the 86th minute, you were subbed out of the game, walking away with many goal-stoppers and leaving you very pleased with your performance. While on the bench, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the tattooed captain who also happens to be your girlfriend.
So given the fact you were so focused on the girl, you run straight to her, flying into her arms for her to catch you. The team along with all the staff gather around the both of you, jumping up and down while chanting.
She sets you back onto the ground and places multiple kisses on your cheek before pulling back and whispering, “We won.”
“We did.”
The two of you pull away with love-struck looks on your faces until Kelley hops high with her hands on both of your shoulders, making you laugh at the energetic girl.
“We are the champions, my friends!” Kelley begins to sing as Lynn and Kristie wrap their arms around her shoulders and join in.
“And we’ll keep on fighting till the end!”
The trio looked at you and the captain with awaiting eyes. You and Ali look at each other before turning back and waving your hands in the air while singing, “We are the champions!”
Everything else goes by in a blur, the medals, the trophy ceremony, and now you’re in the locker room with goggles and beer, dancing to the thump of the music. Bodies hit against each other as everyone has a good time. You notice Kristie calling you over while saying something about her being live. She points the camera towards your face as you cheer while holding your beer up in the sky, watching the comments flow in rapidly.
Ali comes over and a bunch of players pour beer down her mouth, making it all spill down her neck and shirt. Once Kristie walks away, Ali grabs your wrist and pulls you into a corner of the room.
“Bottoms up and chin up.” She places her pointer finger under your chin, forcing your head up as she hovers the bottle of alcohol over your mouth. You open your mouth in compliance, allowing her to pour the liquid down your throat. “Good girl.” She purrs while wiping the remaining beer on your chin off.
You blush profusely at the praise but try to ignore it due to the cameras all around the room and your teammates. The captain just smirks and walks off into the crowd, knowing exactly the effect she has on you, so you take a few deep breaths, calming yourself down, and walk over to Kelley.
“We actually won! Fuck yeah!” The defender yells, picking you up which makes you laugh even harder.
Soon everyone becomes a little too tipsy and is told to gather their stuff up. Everyone heads to the bus but you and Ali, insisting that you both are capable of driving since you only had a bit of alcohol which is true.
You’re gathering up all your clothes from your cubby and shoving them into your bag before strong tattooed arms wrap around your torso. Kisses begin to trail from the base of your neck to the underside of your jaw right below your ear.
“Well hello, captain.”
“Don’t say that, you know what it does to me.” She groans, making you feel her warm breath against your skin. You turn around and wrap your arms around her neck, trailing your eyes down from her messy bun all the way down to her veiny hands.
“Why don’t you show me, captain?” You say, biting your lip in anticipation. The taller girl’s pupils widen as her eyes shift to a more lustful tone.
“I think we both have to take a much needed shower, don’t you, baby?”
Once you nod your head, Ali is quick to pull you away into one of the cubicle showers. Both of your hands grab at each other’s clothing, trying to rip everything off as fast as you can, both needy from the slight teasing.
You’re both finally completely bare as the taller girl reaches over and turns on the shower. Hot water hits against your skin, but you’re pushed against the wall by your hips and caged in by the taller girl’s arms. She looks down at you with a grin as water runs down her shoulder onto both of your chests.
“You looked so sexy with that medal around your neck, captain.” You tease her once again with the nickname, causing her to lean down and smash her lips against yours.
“You’re going to look so hot when you’re moaning my name in a second, darling.”
She attaches her lips back onto yours, sliding her tongue in your mouth not wasting any time. Pulling away, she tugs your lip between her teeth and lets it go with a gentle pop. Her kisses start to train down your neck and onto your stomach. She swirls her tongue over your breasts, showing each the same attention before moving even further down to your belly button, leaving her kneeling on the wet floor.
Your breath picks up, but you tap her shoulder to get her attention which she notices and looks up at you. “I want you up here with me.” You admit shyly with a slight blush washing over your face, making the girl on the ground stand up with a smitten look on her face, knowing she’s already so in love with you.
“How about we do this?” Before you’re allowed to ask what she means, she wraps one arm around your waist and lifts you up, causing you to let out a shriek and wrap your legs tightly around her hips.
“I thought your back was breaking, and that’s why you can’t play another year.”
“Suddenly I’m all healed.” You press your lips back onto hers with a smile remaining on both of your faces but is soon gone when the kiss gets sloppier and hotter.
Her free hand runs down your stomach and grazes over your slit but stops when she notices your breath shutter, wanting you to wait and beg for it. She keeps doing it while kissing you until you pull away with a needy whine.
“Please, Ali! I need you so bad.”
She begins to gather up your wetness with her fingers, making you think she’s going to give you what you need, but instead, she rubs torturously slow circles around your clit. Although it’s something, it’s not nearly enough to get you off and it’s not what you want at the moment.
“I need your fingers! Please, captain.” You whine desperately, having been worked up all day.
Too busy in your own haze, you don’t notice the expression on the tattooed girl’s face change to something more desirable. “If you be a good girl for me you’ll get my fingers. Can you do that, sweets?”
You simply nodded your head, knowing that even if she didn’t ask, you would do anything she asked. If you ever become bratty, she punishes you until you’re crying for a release and that’s something you don’t want right now.
Two of her digits finally trail down to your dripping hole and push into you. You let out a small moan at the feeling of being filled and latch your lips back onto hers. Her tongue dances around yours as her fingers start to pump in and out of you at a steady pace, making you moan against the kiss at random times.
The position is semi-awkward for Ali, but it doesn’t stop her from pleasuring you. Seeing your chest bounce up and down, your lips opening while making a bunch of hot noises, your eyes squeezing shut, and your legs gripping tighter around her waist. She felt so lucky when you said yes to being her girlfriend. Now all of this is only for her to witness, and the best part is it’s her doing this to you.
“You’re so wet, baby. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” Her raspy voice catches your attention. All you can do is nod because of the amount of pleasure you’re feeling with her fingers pounding into you and her palm hitting against your clit.
“Yes, yes I’ve been desperate for you all day.” You pant into her shoulder while your arms hug around her neck, squeezing every time she hits a spot that leaves you melting.
She notices when you let out a particularly loud moan and your arms flex, tightening around her. She finds the spot that makes you go feral and starts to pound harder and faster into you, causing a string of noises to leave your mouth as your body tenses. She feels your walls squeeze around her fingers and notices you getting close, but she doesn’t say anything and continues her thrusts.
The coil in your stomach finally snaps as the muscles in your body that were once tense now loosen. Her digits keep pumping you through your orgasm until your hand reaches down and stops her movements, becoming sensitive after your intense finish.
“You did so well,” Ali whispers, connecting her lips to yours in a gentle kiss, letting you breathe and come back down to earth. She notices you shiver, so she wraps her arms around you and pulls you into her towering figure.
“I’m cold.” You mumble weakly against her arm, making the older girl laugh at the obvious admission and the first words that have come out of you in a while.
“Let’s run you under the water and get you warmed up.” She rubs her hands up and down your arms, guiding you under the water and wrapping her arms around your waist. She places sweet kisses against your jaw and over to your ear before tugging on it with her teeth whispering, “Then I have to punish you for cumming without my permission.”
You simply look back at her with a slightly fearful expression. And here you thought being a champion and a good girl would help you out.
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sprout-fics · 9 months
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WAIT OKAY. HEAR MEOUT, HEAR ME
O U T
dragon price is good, love that shit mmm mm mmm
but listen
Dragon Valeria
I’m literally going feral just thinking about it. Talk about one to spoil you, ravage you, cover you in jewels and silks and the blood of anyone who tries to take you from her. Tattoos that glimmer like scales—fuck I have to stop talking now or I’ll write a novel in your inbox but FUCK I’m normal about her (I am vibrating at a frequency only dogs can perceive)
“I burned a kingdom for you today.” She purrs, the skimmering scales along her shoulders flickering in the hazy orange glow of the lantern light. Her hands plant on either side of you, the lower half of her bare, pressed against yours draped in gauzy, shimmering fabric pilfered from the farthest of lands. The mere weight of her draws a deep, wanting hum inside you, like raising water from a boundless well filled to the brim with your adoration for her.
Her words should scare you, should send you curling into yourself as a terrified, frightened thing. A poor maiden helpless against the dragon that brought you here, snatched you from your pitiful life within a dying kingdom. You had been that maiden once, had cowered and been frightened and had watched her with a wary gaze. Yet the dragoness atop you now had earned your trust slowly, had brought you gifts, trophies, had provided for you in a way that made you offer yourself to her in turn.
The depths of her love used to terrify you, her promises to set the world ablaze for you if you commanded her so, to level kingdoms, to slaughter kings and princes and seat you upon their scarlet stained thrones. Yet now the declaration of her carnage sends an illicit thrill through you, has you drag her up and into you. Her lips taste like brimstone, like smoke and promises of destruction. The addiction of her violence drives a coiling warmth rushing to your core- warmed only by the fire on her breath.
“Bella.” She breathes against your lips, and her clawed hand smoothes along your calf, traces your supple flesh annointed with holy oils offered by priests to her in pleas for mercy. “So pretty, bonita.”
The gauzy, shimmering fabric of your dress is pushed up over the curve of your thigh, bunched around your hip and she huffs a laugh at the scar that’s planted there, her own mark breathed into your skin with fire- an ever present reminder that you belong to her.
Never once did you think it would be so, never thought that your emaciated, withering form dressed in rags would sit upon her throne not as a prize but as her queen. 
You spread your legs for her eagerly when her hand dips under the edge of your gown, and Valeria purrs when she finds you already wet to her touch. 
“Needy, mi vida?” She asks, voice low and sliding like silk against the back of your thoughts. 
“Always.” You tell her breathlessly, and when her thumb presses down with the barest hint of pressure on your clit you buck your hips automatically. Valeria drinks down the little whimper that escapes you, laughs as you press your hips up into her palm. 
“Need something?” She asks teasingly and you groan, feel frustration and desire meld with the unfurling warmth inside you. 
“Stop teasing.” You whine, but Valeria withdraws her hand completely you reach for her, eyes lidded and lips parted with an apology. “No, no sorry, wait, Valeria please-”
“That’s my girl.” She husks, and you gasp in surprise as her hips roll down onto yours, offering you a tantalizing kiss of friction that has you arching up from the gold-threaded cushions under you both. “All you had to do was ask, querida.” You know. You know you can ask for anything and she’ll give it to you. Clothes, jewels, treasures, castles, kingdoms, souls- Valeria will plant her offerings at the altar of you and then rise to take your divine blessing. You bestow it upon her in the form of shuddering gasps and bitten pleas, of libations she gathers on her tongue, of the devoted oaths you echo down to her reminding you’re hers, hers, hers….
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faces-ofvenus · 1 year
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NSFW Alphabet with Aegon: ABCD
Parte: two
Author's warnings: minors do not read, it contains explicit sexual content with somewhat detailed scenes, if you don't like it either just don't read it.
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Aftercare:
After sex Aegon would just be so lazy, more so than he would ever normally be with any woman he would have laid with, but something about you allowed him to be more relaxed and so much procrastinating to do the smallest act there is, no matter how dirty or stinky you are, He usually loves to lay his head on your breasts or neck, or in a kind of conch, but if you want to of course fall asleep on his torso or with your head resting on his neck, he wouldn't object.
If you wanted to wash or clean yourself you would have to make him first let go, an almost impossible task, after sex this man is just needy to the extreme, you tease him how he stays in the palm of your hand, how he purrs when you try to get free and just squeezes you tighter to himself, questioned why you want to get out of the situation, obviously you argue that it's because they were totally sweaty and the tissues were so dirty... But it doesn't work, he is stubborn and most of the time you end up sedating him.
You don't talk much either, you are panting and just want to enjoy each other in silence, plus your throat is already hurting a bit and hoarse even too much for reasons a bit too lewd, so you just listen to each other's breathing, until you both fall asleep.
Body parts:
Your body part in Aegon would be his hair for sure, sexually or not, but speaking in a nsfw way the way it looks beautiful when you squeeze it, how its little white waves make so many twists around your fingers, how it arches its head and gives you room to suck and mark his neck especially when you are on top, the way he lets out lewd sounds and words from the prince's mouth, you wonder what it would be like for your family to see him like this, to see that with one pull he gets all weepy, and how it makes him so submissive, he calls you so many names when his hand is in your hair, apart from the fact that you also love how they get a little damp from sweating and the only physical activity he can master.
Aegon's favorite part of his body, there are so many, but oh how he loves his ass, he loves, maybe I've already said this in another post, but I'll say it again, the way it feels perfectly well in his big hands, how he loves to squeeze it, hold it during sex, mark it, bite it, smack it, he loves when it's up there offering itself to him, and saying that he's the only one that can touch it, he loves to see when he enters her pussy and they're there for him to hold and support, maybe it's his favorite sight of all time, he thinks about them every moment of the day, and that's why usually you to tease him tends to grind your ass on his cock in public, it drives him so crazy, he just wants that damn piece of cloth that separates him from his source of desire and devotion to go away, and the bunch of people around you to go along with it.
Cum:
Aegon is totally such an eclectic person if that can fit, I don't think so but he likes everything that involves cum, he loves to come inside you, to feel your liquid mixing with his beloved's, to see how you welcome him with open arms, he likes it when you moan and tell him to come deep inside you, that you fill him up, you don't think about having children, but imagining his seed deep inside you pregnant, It turns him on for a moment and frankly makes him want to cum even more, you tend to do a lot of rounds, so he usually ends up pretty tired at some point whenever he takes his cock out of you, a bunch of cum always comes out, and slides down your thigh, he then talks with lustful eyes about how much he will have to fill you up again because of that, and neither he nor you seem very sad at the idea.
Dirty secret:
A not so secret secret is the fact that he wants to have public sex with you, not exactly getting caught, but the thought of the two of you I don't know at some party just secretly fucking is so weird and just unreal that someone wouldn't see you, apart from the fact that you make so much noise that even the person with the worst hearing in the room would hear, and not even loud music could drown out the sounds, he has had sex in places like the kitchen or something, his dirty little secret is totally bound up in powerful people picking on you, your brother, your sister, your parents or some lord, he doesn't mind fucking with a maid watching, he would get a little irritated at being interrupted and to preserve his privacy they would quickly disappear, but he couldn't say the same for a lady of the big house, or any of his brothers.
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straywords · 2 years
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In Unholy, do you think her husband ever finds out? Does it continue? I love the fic and sometimes it makes me wonder what her life was like after. You are so talented!
Sin on your tongue
Dark! Priest! Steve Rogers x Reader (×)
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Summary: Father Steve pulls you further into a well of sin.
Warnings: non-con/dub-con, blasphemy, cheating, oral sex (m/receiving), praise & degradation kink,
Word count: 2k
Masterlist // Library
♦ DARK. EXPLICIT. 18+. You’re responsible for the media you choose to consume ♦
Tossing your head back, you undulate your hips over Father Roger’s hard cock. His clerical collar has hardly moved since he started pounding into you, and only a few stray wisps of his golden hair have shifted out of place, clinging to his sweaty forehead. 
How did you end up here, your cunt squeezing his veiny length so snuggly, your ass bouncing on his muscular thighs as lewd whines escape your throat, your tits jiggling as they press against his solid chest?
What a mess.
You came here to end this madness. Instead you ended up coming all over Father Roger’s pristine clerical robe. 
This can’t go on…
Steve, I’m serious…
If my husband finds out…
But all your meek protests withered when Father Rogers bent you over his desk and lifted your dress, teasing you for how shamefully wet you already were. 'Do you really want this to end Angel? This wet little cunt says something different.’
You hate the way you melt, turning into a limp rag of overly sensitive nerve endings whenever he touches you.
You’re weak. It’s why Father Rogers has his way with you every time.
The priest purrs, his tongue stealing your lips in a ravenous kiss. 
After he fucked you roughly on his desk, he picked up your prone, panting frame and sat on the chair behind his desk, sheathing you on his cock again. 
"You feel so good around me, angel. So perfect. You really are God’s gift to me," he grunts, his hand, warm and large and soft, bunching up your prim church dress and roaming over your hips. He grabs a handful of ass, smiling crookedly as you whimper. 
When a hitch-pitched mewl unfurls from your throat after a particularly sharp snap of his hips, he shoves his fingers in your mouth with his other hand. You gag around his fingers, moaning quietly as he steadies you on his lap.
Father Steve’s bright blue eyes glint with mischief.
"Much as I love hearing those noises, gotta be quiet, angel," he rasps, his plump lips traveling the column of your neck. His baritone drops, intimate and teasing. "Wouldn’t want Sister Natasha to hear you…"
You nod dumbly. 
The sister tosses suspicious glances your way every time you enter Father Steve’s office. It’s a miracle she hasn’t caught you and the priest lost in the dizzying waves of bliss already.
She might be lurking outside his office right now, ears peeled for anything out of the ordinary. It wouldn’t surprise you. 
So despite the way Steve’s taut flesh grazing along your sweets spots engulfs your mind in a lustful daze, you stifle each sob and whimper.
"How did you like the service, angel?" he asks. The words sluggishly sink inside your sex-addled brain. When you don’t reply, he wrenches your chin and squeezes it. You keen at the painful pressure of his rough fingers on your jaw. 
"I…liked it..f-fine," you murmur between heavy pants. 
Steve sniggers. His head slants, his brow arching upwards. 
"Really? So you were completely focused on God’s word, angel?" His hand releases your jaw to wander beneath your dress. He flicks at your pebbled nipple through the lace of your bra. You chew on your lip to trap the needy whine on the dangerous cusp of spilling out. "Not thinking of my cock ruining your tight little pussy?" The filthy words whispered against your ear by his deep, silky voice make you clench around him more. The priest groans. 
Wicked fingers crawl down to where your bodies are joined, teasing your swollen heap of nerves, twirling and pressing the soft flesh. Heat courses through you as your lids flutter quickly. You gasp. Electricity courses through your spine. Your back curls, your slick walls spasming as you reach yet another climax around his dick. 
He draws a squeal from you when he pinches the flesh of your ass with a lopsided smirk. 
"Lying is a sin, angel," he says, the pace of his hips rising. Your breath falters, your nails burying in his back. Father Steve licks his lips, his orbs darkening. "I should spread you over my lap and spank you as punishment."
Another orgasm rushes through you with the warning. A throaty sigh unfurls from the priest’s chest as you squirm on his lap.
Father Steve hums. The desire etched in his half-lidded gaze echoes through you and you tremble. His hands find your waist and tighten possessively. 
"Or maybe I’ll have you on your knees and…"
A series of gentle knock interrupts the priest. Your eyes widen in panic, your heartbeat skyrocketing. You freeze, and so does he. Though instead of terror gracing his features, only annoyance can be found there, a deep scowl creasing his features.
You try to scramble off him but his grip on you is firm.
"Don’t move."
"But Steve…"
His face hardens, the command lacing his tone making your lip shudder.
"Father," he corrects sternly. 
"Father," you repeat, tears pressing at the back of your eyes.
"Get under the desk." His cold tone spills ice in your veins. 
Humiliation tickles your insides. Your face burns. Your voice quavers as you reply, "Please, father…"
He tuts in disapproval and frames your chin. Goosebumps spread across your skin. His harsh gaze pins you on your spot.
A cruel smile tilts his plump, pink lips.
"Do you want everyone in this town to know what a filthy little whore you are, angel?" he inquires. Your chest twinges as his words settle over you. Of course, you don’t want that. If anyone knew about this, you’d be shunned. It wouldn’t just affect you. It would affect your family. Your husband. Your children. Scandals like this never quite die in quiet little towns. You’d be marked for life with a stain you can never erase. And Father Steve is well aware of that, everything you stand to lose. The smug knowledge is carved on his handsome features. He bends closer to your ear, caressing your cheek as he whispers, "I’ll make sure to tell all of them how well you screamed and begged for my cock." He cups your jaw as you let out muted, quivering sobs. "Don’t make me repeat myself, angel."
You nod and awkwardly climb down his lap, sinking to your knees under the desk. Shame swallows you whole as you crouch down against Steve’s strong legs. You’ve never been lower, figuratively and literally. One of his hands remains buried in your coils, urging you to remain hidden but close.
The priest turns the chair and leans forward, arranging his slightly rumpled hair and straightening his robe. 
"Come in," he says, his baritone carrying across the office.
You hold your breath when the door opens, biting down hard on your lip to avoid uttering a sound that’d give you away.
"I'm so sorry to disturb you, Father Rogers. I just didn’t know who else to turn to."
Your heart drops. The world tilts around you, off its axis. Just like you. Though you’re on the floor already, it’s as if you fell from up high. 
Kyle. No. It can’t be.
Why is Kyle here? 
He’s supposed to be home watching the kids. 
…While you’re supposed to be at the market. Instead, you’re here, trapped between Father Steve’s thighs after trying and failing to end things with him again.
The flames of hell seem to lick your skin at the sound of your husband’s familiar voice. Fresh tears swell in your eyes. 
Steve chuckles warmly.
"Nonsense, my child. My door’s always open to fervent Christians. Sit." Your chin trembles. You try to shrink further away from Steve, as far as the tiny space allows, but he grips the back of your neck, effortlessly keeping you between his thighs. "You and your wife haven’t missed a service since I’ve taken up my duties."
You hear the smile in the priest’s voice. He grabs your jaw, tugging you closer to his crotch. He nudges the swollen, flush head of his cock along your sealed lips. Your pulse races. 
Kyle sighs. "Well, there were times she didn’t want us to go, but I insisted. My parents had the same tradition. It’s not much, but it’s a way to keep their spirits with us, I guess."
You shake your head as Steve keeps pressing his scarlet tip, smearing precum along the rim of your lips. As your husband recollects about fond childhood memories, Steve coaxes your mouth open with two thumbs on your cheeks. 
"Sunday mass every Sunday morning. Never missed a Sunday," your husband chimes. More of Father Steve’s thick girth enters your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you let his hard flesh glide over your tongue. "Besides, you breathed new life into this parish. How can we not come when everyone in town can’t stop raving about you, father?"
Hollowing your cheeks, you swirl your tongue over the underside of his length. He cradles your face and his tip hits the back of your throat. You stifle your cry. You have to be quiet. You can’t make a sound. What would you do if your husband found you beneath the desk, your mouth stuffed with the priest’s cock?
"Well, it’s my pleasure, my child. I’m glad I could help your wife come."
Steve strokes beneath your jaw, softly pumping himself in and out of your mouth with shallow thrusts. 
"Is something bothering you, son?" Steve inquires, a facsimile of genuine concern dripping from his tone. 
"I…I’m a bit embarrassed to talk about it, father," Kyle replies. He sounds dejected and your heart plummets. 
"God doesn’t cast judgement upon his devout followers," Steve says. His balls tickle your face, the corners of your mouth almost splitting at his size. The priest pauses and you get a glimpse of his Adam's apple bobbing up and down when he takes a deep breath. His face is a bit flushed as he smiles at your husband. Father Steve’s voice is raspier, more breathless when he speaks again. "He only seeks to wrap each of us in his loving embrace and shower us with that love."
"Thank you, father. I knew I could trust you." Guilt burns your insides at his words. "My wife…she hasn’t been the same lately. We don’t talk as much as we used to. And I know with the kids, it’s hard to get in the mood but…we haven’t had sex in three months." Steve’s knuckles sweep the side of your face in a silent praise as you lie your tongue flat to take him better. "It’s like she doesn’t want me to touch her. I don’t know what I did that was so wrong..." 
Your throat is full of Steve. He grabs your head, using you as a fleshlight as you choke on his length. Your vision blurs, unspilled tears flooding your eyes. 
The priest’s lids flutter momentarily. He then sighs, tossing your husband a stern glare.
"Did you stray from her, my child?"
"No…no! I’d never cheat on my wife," Kyle blurts out. He then adds fondly, "She and the kids are everything to me. I love her more than anything in the entire world." 
Your heart shatters, again. But you can’t focus on Kyle, not when the forceful shoves of Father Steve’s cock in your mouth have all your attention. 
"How sweet," Steve purrs.
"So, what should I do, father?"
There’s a pause during which Steve’s eyes close and he unleashes a heavy exhale. His dick twitches on your tongue.
"Time," the priest says after a while. 
"Time?" Kyle asks.
Steve nods, his lips tight as a small smirk twists his plump lips. 
"Time heals all wounds. Be patient and your wife will find her way where she rightfully belongs." His honeyed, sickeningly patronizing timbre makes your clit pulse and you hate yourself for it. His knee grazes your nipple and it hardens at the light touch. Your breath stutters. Your legs rub together, wetness growing in your core.
He’s so close and you can feel it, how heavy and full and throbbing he is on your tongue. The hot pit of shame nside you expands.
"Are you sure, father?"
Father Steve chuckles, licking his lips. His chest heaves, his shoulders sagging. Satisfaction lights up the priest’s face as he spills himself on your tongue. You struggle to swallow it all, Steve’s fingers holding you still as ropes of his seed pour down your throat.
"Oh, I’m overflowing with certainty." A mess of spit and cum drips down your chin, mingling with your tears. Steve softly caresses the side of your face. "In fact, I’m sure if she could hear this, she’d be weeping tears of joy."
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thelaundrybitch · 1 month
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Link your three favorite fics right now
How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?
Share a snippet from a WIP
YAY! Thank you for sending me an ask!
Link your three favorite fics right now
Woven by Nacatu on Wattpad and AO3 (2012 tmnt)
LINK HERE
Pocky Game by Moonbean21 on Quotev (Bayverse Raph)
LINK HERE
Shells, Tails, and Freelancers by @sharpwindow (Bayverse turts)
LINK HERE
How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?
Ok, Im'a be honest.
I don't really enjoy writing *smut*
I prefer to write romance, and romantic scenes that potentially end up in some steamy bedroom time.
I don't necessarily get very visual or detailed, I'm more about dialog and feelings. For me, those are the most important to portray during a love scene.
As for realistic? I mean... Feelings and dialog, I try my best. I think if I can get myself to enjoy my bedroom scenes, then they are realistic enough 💖
Share a snippet from a WIP
WOOHOO! Going for gold here! 🥳
It's a bit out of context and messy, but here you go. It's with my tmnt OC Basilio - who is the eldest of my iteration of the turtle bros.
Warning, Thirsty bitch under the cut
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I'm in a dojo.
None that I recognize.
It's dark and quiet.
There's a whole bunch of plants - mainly bonsai- lining the walls on scattered shelves.
It's incredibly peaceful.
As I'm spinning in place to see the rest of the room I've jumped to, I see him.
Sitting with his back to me, in deep meditation.
Quietly I walk to him, thinking I'm being sneaky, but his hand whips out and grabs my wrist and with a sudden yank I'm in his lap.
“You're not where you're supposed to be, Ma Reine,” Basilio hums into my ear. His lips find mine immediately, and I can't help the moan that follows my surprised gasp.
The kiss isn't nearly as long as I want it to be, so when he pulls back from it, I end up chasing him for more.
He lets out a low chuckle and places a few sweet kisses on my needy lips.
“Where am I supposed to be?” I ask, still trying to get him to kiss me.
He's all smiles as he kisses me everywhere but my lips. “With the other three. Today was my solitary day,” he tells me. 
I pull back and give him a sobered look of concern.
“It's required by dad,” he says, “I have exactly zero issues with you popping in on me,” he tells me before I can even spiral into my anxious guilt. His hand finds the back of my head as it tangles through my hair, pulling my lips to his for one of those kisses.
God I just.
No brain activity.
Just pure feelings.
“So,” he says, breaking the kiss, “why me?”
I feel my body flush with hot adrenaline as I blush from head to toe.
Thank God it's dark in here.
He snickers, “You look like I just caught you reading my diary. Fess up,” he teases with a poke to my side.
I squirm a bit, bringing my hands to my face, embarrassed about how I'm going to present this.
“I've been thinking about you all day,” I say quietly.
He moves my hands to reveal a single raised brow ridge and a smug smirk.
“Oh?” he asks, his eyes searching my face until they fall to my lips, where they stay and wait for my response.
*gulp*
I know if I open my mouth I’m going to embarrass myself further so I just nod, instead.
“I thought about you all day too…” He confesses, with a flirty wink. “So tell me,” he says, while moving so suddenly I don’t realize I’m on my back and pinned under him until it’s too late. “What kind of thoughts… were you having?”
There’s no escaping him.
I mean, this is Basilio we’re talking about.
So instead I close my eyes and get it over with, “Thirsty ones,” I admit.
I feel his warm breath in my ear, “Why are you embarrassed? I’ve been having thirsty dreams about you for years,” he purrs, before his lips make real estate down my neck.
“Not dreams…” I let out a pleasurable gasp when his open mouth leaves a love mark on his descent. “Active… uhm… actively thinking,” I get out through some heavy breathing.
“I didn’t say mine happened while I was asleep. They were a conscious decision. And I enjoyed every second of them.” He’s so matter-of-fact about it, I end up squeezing him between my thighs, because oh. My. God. 
“You gonna share, so I can make your dreams come true, Ma Reine?” He purrs between kisses that are making me thirstier. The kisses are everywhere but my mouth.
His self-control is killing me.
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Hope you enjoyed the snippet! You can Find out more about Basilio HERE
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nctsplug02 · 2 years
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Hey, can you do a CEO Jaehyun talking to his fiancé through the phone while fucking his slut yn
[1:22am]
genre: smut
warnings: cheating, homewrecker reader, creampie, hair pulling, dirty talking, degrading and spanking.
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jaehyun huffs as his phone rings for the seventh time tonight.
it was his worried fiancé who wanted him home so she didn’t have to be alone.
“yes, jamie?” he answers. “no, i’ll be coming home late tonight. i have to print out a bunch of shit because our printers broke down earlier today and i had a lot of stuff to print out earlier but the printers are working now, so i want to print all my things before coming home.” he explains and the sound of his fiancés voice sobs through the phone.
“i—“ he stammers and looks down before clearing his throat. “it’ll just be a couple of hours, jamie. you’ll be fine. pop open a bottle of wine and put a movie on, i’ll be home in a few. don’t wait up, jame.” he hangs up before she can even say her, i love you’s.
you gasp as he yanks your hair and begins to pound into you. “you can your fucking teasing act. cant even stay still for just a two minute phone call. needy pathetic slut.” he spanks you causing you to whine with a half giggle.
“it’ll take a lot more for me to learn my lesson, sir.” you purr, swaying your side to side as he bullies his cock into your dripping cunt.
“of course, it will. why? because, you’re a needy whore who needs their holes filled— isn’t that correct?” you nod but he yanks your hair back. “i said, isn’t that correct?” he repeats himself and you pout. “yes, you’re correct.” tears brim your eyes as the burning sensation spreads through your skull.
he spanks you and finally lets your hair free, your body instantly falls limp onto his desk. “oh, yes!” you moan, gripping onto his desk that was no help. “fuck me, sir. i’ve been a needy slut!” you cry out and he lifts your lip onto the desk. “it’s so obvious that you’ve been a needy slut,” his grip on your thigh makes you go crazy.
“you need my fat cock in order to be a good and well behaved girl, isn’t that right?” you whimper at his slight praise. “but once it’s taken away from you, you whine like a bitch in heat and you hump my foot while i’m in important meetings, don’t you?” you nod against the cold desk.
“and, don’t you suck my dick like a good slut under my desk while i take meeting calls?” you nod, again. this time, your hand falls behind you, wanting him to take it and pin it against your back.
“what? you want me to pin you down like a whore who needs their pussy fucked?” you shout a quick, yes, before he pins your hand down.
he loved the way you clenched around him and the way his desk applied pressure on your abdomen.
“clenching like a bitch who can’t get enough dick in her life.” he growls and continues to smack his hips against yours.
he tosses his head back. “fuck,” he lets out under his breath. “so close, baby.” he says and you sudden get excited, and he can tell.
“you excited that i’m close? you want my cum, baby?” you nod and he pulls out making you whine until he flips you around and props you up on the desk.
he holds your legs against his sides and begins to fuck you again with full force. the pens rattle in their holder. your moans shake as you feel your orgasm get near.
“you wanna carry my baby and let everyone know who fucked you this good?” you nod, eyebrows pinched. “of course, you do.” he scoffs.
jaehyun drills his cock into you a few more times until the both of you reach your highs. with dominance, jaehyun reaches for your neck and yanks you until your lips smash against his.
“dirty slut.” he coos, lips grazing over yours. “are you my dirty slut?” you nod, “yes sir.” he smirks and looks down at your lips before looking up at your eyes. “mine, got that?” you nod and he lets go.
“let’s get dressed, i’ll take you home and we can go another round there.” excitement shoots up your spine again.
oh, how wrapped around his finger you were.
but, then you’d remind yourself, he’s getting married within a month.
he doesn’t love you.
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prolix-yuy · 1 year
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Pairing: Max Phillips x F!Reader
Summary: The sticking point of your employment comes into focus.
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, horror elements and themes, descriptions of blood, mirror shenanigans, fingering (f-receiving), oral sex (f-receiving), PiV sex (don't be a fool wrap your tool), playing fast and loose with vampire lore.
Notes: The Discord besties are to thank/blame for this addition. I was just going to write a spooky story but no, we need some filth in this house! (and we all know how much I love an excuse to share filth).
This story will include callbacks to the previous chapter's horror elements such as violence, descriptions of blood and some graphic scenes. If that's not your cup of tea, scroll on friend! And while Halloween may be over, always stay your spooky beautiful selves my lovelies!
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It isn’t long before Max’s kisses turn from soft and full to needy and possessive, chasing your kiss whenever you try to break for a breath of air. He can’t stop mouthing at you, tongue darting along your jaw, nose trailing down the column of your neck. His powerful hands press between your shoulders, squeeze at the ample flesh of your bottom, and he pants heavily into your skin.
“Want to take you apart, gorgeous. Can I take you to bed? I want to make you feel good, baby, so so good,” Max groans into your ear, raising goosebumps down your spine. 
“Fuck, Max, yeah, want you,” you manage to gasp out, using the back of the couch to push away from his sinful mouth. He follows your lean, snagging small kisses that he smiles through.
“You’ll be the undeath of me,” he husks, eliciting an airy giggle from your kiss-swollen lips. 
“If we stay here any longer we won’t make it to the bed,” you scold, getting to your feet. Max lounges in the depth of your couch, legs splayed wide and hands sliding down his thick thighs. The prominence of his erection straining against his pants makes your mouth water. 
“I’ll take you anywhere, baby, anywhere you let me,” he coos, but follows when you beckon him to your bedroom. The muss of his hair makes you smile as he shucks his jacket, unbuttoning his dress shirt as he stalks behind you. 
Coming to stand by the foot of your bed, Max gathers you back up in his arms for another searing kiss, lapping thickly into your hot mouth. Soft skin slides against your hands as you explore the planes of his chest, the sculpt of his shoulders. The hum that rumbles through his chest warms you with arousal. His hands slip under the waistband of your sweatpants, grabbing at your ass again and you briefly bemoan that you aren’t wearing something sexier, prettier, more alluring. He must be used to perfect tens, rockin’ bodies, something out of a magazine…
“Fucking beautiful,” Max growls just at the right moment, dashing away your insecurities as he explores you with his hands, the prominent curve of his nose, the firm weight of his cock pressing into your hip. Suddenly he stops, and you feel him smile against you.
“Take a look, sweetheart,” he says, a little tease in his tone, and you turn your head to where his gaze has landed.
Your bedroom mirror.
It’s at the foot of your bed, angled away but you’re standing in direct sight of it as Max teases you with his clever fingers. You know he’s wrapped around you, his hands trailing and body plastered to yours, but in the mirror it’s just you. A confused you, and when Max takes a handful of your ass and squeezes you watch the fabric bunch, your flesh dimple, all on its own. It makes your stomach drop, how strange it looks without the visual feedback of his hand. 
“We look good together,” Max purrs, making you scoff a laugh back.
“You can only see me,” you state, half dumbstruck at the crawl of your shirt as Max slides it up your back. 
“Some might argue that’s for the best,” he teases, turning you so he’s flush to your back. Your lower lip drops as your shirt rucks up your front, your breasts plumping under Max’s greedy hands. 
“I don’t think you’re one of those people, Max,” you shoot back, trying to combat the heady arousal and fascination swirling between you. He chuckles, nipping lightly at your ear.
“You’re right, I miss seeing how fucking sexy I look,” he admits, tugging your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra with practiced ease. You lean back, treating him to a slow drag of his cock against the cleft of your ass. “Little tease, aren’t you? Keep watching, sweetheart,” he hums into your ear. 
It feels like it shouldn’t be real, some special effect in a movie. When you look down you see Max’s thick-fingered hands fondling your breasts, stroking his thumb over your nipples to pulse electric pleasure under your skin. But when you look in the mirror it’s only you, panting wantonly as the heft of your breasts lifts and spills between invisible fingers. 
“Max, holy fuck, this is…” you try to say, hands gripping his hips as he grounds you.
“Taboo? Hot as fuck? Getting you so wet you might cum from this alone?” he taunts, tweaking one nipple gently. Your brow furrows, pressing your thighs together for some relief. “Need me to help you out there?” he adds, nosing your neck as one hand slides down your stomach to cup your aching cunt. 
Trying to turn to capture his mouth again, Max’s hand grips your chin and turns you back to the mirror firmly.
“Not yet, I want you to watch yourself cum. Think of it as the best solo orgasm you’ll ever have…just with a helping hand,” he purrs in your ear. His fingers slip under your sweatpants, into your underwear and straight into your soaked folds, tearing a whine from your throat. Gathering wetness on his fingertips, he slicks your clit and sets a steady, knee-buckling pace. You’re holding on for dear life now, fingers digging into his narrow hips as your own buck against his relentless circles. 
“You’re perfect, so wet for me. I’m gonna make you cum like this, then again with my tongue, and then one more time so you can strangle my cock with this…” With a sigh he sinks two fingers into your cunt, your eyes rolling back as he curls them into you with devastating precision. “...perfect pussy. God, you’re tight. Relax for me darling, I want to make you so ready for me you’ll be begging for it.”
Your eyes are glued to the outline of his hand in your pants, the way you can see his hand flex as he fingers you, but no arm leads down. The fabric stretches and bunches in perplexing ways. He’s holding your jaw but all you can see are faint imprints of his touch. You don’t know whether you’re morbidly fascinated, incredibly turned on, or both.
Then he growls in your ear and your body locks up.
“Pretty girl.”
Mouth drying out, your heart hammers in your chest as flashes of that day bleed through. Max’s monstrous face dripping with blood. The hunger clouding his brown eyes to crimson. How he held Janet much in the same way as he held you now before taking her life.
“Hey,” Max says, lighter, concerned, and you let air back into your lungs. He’s slid his hand from your pants, pressure warm and comforting on your stomach. “Are you okay? Did I…I said something wrong, didn’t I?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight as your breathing regulates. 
“You…you called me that when…” you finally say when your vision isn’t blurring around the edges. The deep breath and plosive exhale against your neck precedes his hands moving in gentle paths.
“Shit, I ruined a positively adorable nickname,” he grumbles into your skin, and despite the adrenaline still thrumming in your veins you catch your own exasperated smile in the mirror. His weight shifts from foot to foot, the soothing warmth of his body and the gentle rocking easing you back into comfort.
“So vampires aren’t cold?” you ask, Max’s smile pressing into your shoulder.
“My feet? Always,” he shoots back, a line of small kisses peppering up to your ear. Taking a deep breath, you circle his wrist with your own fingers.
“Again. Say it again, Max.”
Crackling silence, then - 
“Pretty girl.”
Blood dripping from fangs, sharp and deadly.
A smarmy smile, complete with a dimple you’d stroked accidentally on more than one occasion.
“Pretty girl…”
Crimson eyes, burning with hunger.
Sparkling brown eyes, glittering with mirth after you made an especially terrible joke at his expense.
“Pretty girl.”
A monster.
Max.
You guide his stilled hand back to your waistband, and Max wastes no time sliding his fingers back where you need them most. Soft swipes in your folds drench his fingers before he slides them back into you, thumb circling your clit as his other hand pets your peaked nipples. His mouth is hot and panting into your ear as he clutches you, claims you in every way. When he hits a blinding rhythm that ratchets you up to the edge of your orgasm he slips two fingers into your mouth, exploring every hole greedily, and your tongue curls under his press. 
“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he orders, and with a wail you do, shaking hard enough that he clutches you to his chest, barking out praise of “Yes, yes, pretty girl, such a good girl, keep cumming baby,” as you let him take your weight.
“Holy fuck, Max, that was…” you gasp, the edge of your vision hazy with pleasure. He finally lets you turn in his arms, a smug smile the first thing you see.
“Incredible? Best orgasm of your life?” he offers, lifting his fingers to his mouth to lick your taste from them. You follow the motion slowly, senses thick with residual satiety. “Mmmm mmmm mmmm, and you’re delicious too. Lay on the bed, baby, I’m not done with you.”
Wide palms guide you to the edge of your bed, seating you gently as his hands cup your face. He steals another kiss, flicking his tongue in briefly to let you taste yourself. Then he’s easing you back, bringing you down to your elbows and spreading your thighs. A moment of self-consciousness makes your thighs fight against him, but a warning look relaxes your muscles.
“I hope I didn’t just catch you trying to hide this beautiful pussy from me,” Max scolds, kneeling down between your knees with a tut. You sigh and shrug shallowly, inhibitions thrown to the wind.
“Force of habit,” you say breezily, not meaning anything by it, but the phrase makes Max pause, tapping pensively on your thighs. His jaw shifts, contemplating something before he leans back to reposition the standing mirror to face you. 
“Okay, I think I’ve seen enough of your vampire party tricks,” you say, but Max is turning back to you and wrapping his hands around your knees with a strangely earnest expression.
“First time was for fun, this time I want you to see how beautiful you look,” he says, leaning in to place a kiss on your inner thigh that makes your heart leap into a gallop. “You deserve to see every ounce of how sexy you are, why you’ve driven me crazy the last eight months, all of it.” And then he licks a hot stripe deep into your folds and suckles your clit.
“Oh fuck,” you moan brokenly as Max takes his time devouring you. At first all you can look at is him, how messy his short chocolate locks are from your fingers raking through them, and the blissful turn of his brows when he hums into your cunt. His hands spread on your thighs, kneading at the flesh while he dips his head and slurps loudly. But when his eyes flick up to you  and he sees where your attention lies he pinches your outer thigh lightly, a silent gaze commanding you to look at yourself because his mouth is full.
When you finally drag your eyes up to the mirror you’re sure it’s been bewitched. How could someone so radiant, drunk off pleasure and dripping with allure, be you? Thighs splayed, pussy on full display, you can see how your lips part when Max drags his tongue through them, the obscene gape of your hole when his fingers breach you again to stroke at your g-spot. When Max spreads you further with his shoulders, making your back arch, you swear you look like a goddess of carnality, commanding all to look upon your glistening sex. It pulses heady power through you, fingers fisting Max’s hair as you begin to roll your hips against his mouth. 
“That’s it, baby, fuck yourself on me while you get off on how hot you are,” Max says throatily. Sweat sheens on your skin, making you glow, and through half-hooded eyes you admire the curves and angles of your body, the aesthetics of your form, and you see it.
You’re as gorgeous as Max said.
With a few more firm strokes of his tongue paired with frantic tapping against your g-spot you’re cumming hard, eyes locked on your shaking form until Max’s pleased groans drag your eyes back down to him. His smile is blissful, lapping into your spasming cunt over and over as he waits for you to push him away. When you do with an overstimulated hiss he leans back, shining with your arousal. Wiping his face clean with his palm, he crowds over you with a rough kiss, more teeth and tongue and punctuated with nips and growls.
“I’m about to fucking explode if I can’t be inside you, baby, not after that amazing orgasm. Do you…shit, do you need a minute? Can I rub on you until you’re ready for me?” he practically begs, hastily unbuckling his pants and shoving the last vestiges of his clothing to the ground. Climbing up your heaving body, he wraps your legs around his trim waist with a strained groan. 
“Just a…let me breathe, just a second,” you gasp, lightheaded from the force of your peak. Max murmurs his agreement as he lifts you up the bed, settling you both more comfortably on your duvet. Hovering over you, he presses restrained kisses on your shoulders while his restless hands smooth along the outside of your thighs. He’s hard and weeping precum over you, the sticky mess trailing in the creases of your thighs.
“Come here,” you rasp, easing his hips down to slot between yours, his aching cock sliding through your slicked folds. He sighs, basking in the relief of your wetness as your skin melds together. He’s hot and heavy above you, broad shoulders blocking out everything but you and Max and this gaping feeling in your chest. It’s sudden and terrifying, how open and empty it makes you feel. You’ve never needed someone this badly, wanted them with you and around you and inside you with such force. The weeks you waited for what might come for you felt like fear, but what if it had been yearning for the man you desired so strongly? 
Pulling Max down to wrap your arms around his neck, you try taking a few shaky breaths to steady yourself. Max cups the back of your neck, breathing hard in your ear.
“Please let me stay,” he asks, and the feeling swells as tears prickle in your eyes. “Please always invite me in, and look at me like you know me, and let me protect you…” Max’s voice chokes up into his throat, his hips rolling faster against you as he pulls back enough to line up with your entrance. 
“Please stay, Max. Please,” you reply, and with that he fills you with long, deep strokes that push that powerful feeling down. It’s replaced with the fire of his body finally on yours, all-encompassing. He pushes up on his elbows to watch you, your hands coming to cup his face.
“Always. You’ll have to…look up ways to get rid of me,” he scoffs, the mood lightening as he pounds into you. 
“Cross on the door, garlic in the window?” you manage to pant back, raking your fingernails through the short hairs at the base of his neck. 
“A restraining order,” he huffs back, finally moving to rock his hips into you.
Fucking Max was like grasping a live wire and reveling in the electricity coursing through you. Each stroke is sharp and precise, punctuated with Max’s deep grunts and groans. It’s like nothing you’ve experienced before, used to a fast pounding that leaves you wanting. Every time Max pulls away from you only makes your need grow, clawing at his back to bring him closer, closer to you, even more inside you than he already is. 
“Oh fuck, pretty girl, you’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt,” Max says brokenly, tonguing your nipples and gasping against the pillowy flesh of your tits as he grinds deep inside you. Rocking your hips under him, you rub your clit against his pubic bone to pull another orgasm closer to the surface. “Yes, gorgeous, cum on me, I’m so close, fuck, I’m gonna give it to you baby, make you cum like this every fucking night.”
Your mouth is too dry, throat too hoarse to voice anything about Max’s rambling promises. He picks up speed, sitting back on his knees so he can watch your breasts bounce with his thrusts. He’s sinful all fucked out like this, neck straining, pulling you back against his powerful thrusts.
“Gonna cum, pretty girl, gonna cum on these delicious tits,” he growls, swiping his fingers over your clit fast enough that your third orgasm rockets to the forefront. With a handful of grinding rolls of his hips you’re cumming with a stuttering cry, gripping his cock as he curses through it. The moment you relax he takes himself in hand and two strokes have him spilling on your chest. Splatters paint your breasts, droplets funneling into the swells and smearing down your stomach. 
“That was so hot,” Max groans, coming down heavily on one hand by your head. For a moment you can only press your foreheads together, but soon Max captures your kiss again, this time lazier, slower, sticky with sweetness that slips down your throat to warm you inside out.
“Sorry, made a mess,” he whispers, a final soft peck before he stumbles back to dig out a handkerchief from his pants pocket. With a few swipes he’s cleaned himself from you, promising a shower as soon as he’s got more than three brain cells and his muscles will listen to him. Flopping down next to you on the bed, he pulls you into his arms and surrounds you in him once again.
“I’ll last longer next time,” he promises, making you snicker into his chest. Your heart also sings.
“Then I’ll look forward to next time,” you murmur, kissing him just below his collarbone. His chest jumps under your mouth.
“Well, next time might be in like…five minutes,” he boasts, making you crane your neck to look at his smug smile.
“Vampires have no refractory period?” you ask with a smirk. He tilts his head down, bumping your noses together.
“I wish. Maye a half hour, if I’m being realistic.” He snuggles you closer, draping an arm over your back and tracing mysterious patterns on your spine. “But then again tomorrow. And the next day. And the one after that.”
You lay in silence for a moment before speaking.
“I could get used to that.”
Max’s kiss, full of promise, makes you think he feels the same.
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Heya, Sashi! 💗Aaaaa I am so excited for your royal!au event, I love the prompts you chose, they all look so interesting! If it's fine, may I please request a nsfw katakuri x fem!reader? I don't know how to describe this prompt but may it please be where katakuri is a prince and the reader is a maid, and they both have been keeping a secret relationship for a long time? If you don't want to go that route, you can always choose a different prompt, it's all up to you! ❤️ As for kinks, may I please ask for size kink and creampie? 👀 No worries if you don't want to do this request! Thanks a bunch in advance and please take breaks in between writing! Even a god of smut such as yourself needs rest here and there hehe~ 💗
aaaah you are so sweet, so so so sweet with me!! I love you baby!! That being said, my sweet brujita, here I am with your Kata request :3 I hope you enjoy this smutty yet romantic fic I wrote for you! 💖 thank u for your support and waiting so long (I'm sorry for that T-T). In any case please enjoy!! 💖💖
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👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.
𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆! 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒊 𝒙 𝑭! 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑨 𝑫𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕
tw: nsfw. size kink (you can imagine kata is as big as he is, or he is more "human" big, or, reader is big but not that much as him. It's not specified, hope that makes sense). Romantic smut. Oral, fingering, kissing, teasing. Maid uniform. creampie.
wc: 2.1k
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As sweet as donuts, that tall man has always been.
It started whenever you less expected, but it was like a miracle. For you, for him.
Charlotte Katakuri, the prince. Son of Charlotte Linlin, the severe Queen of Totto Land, a prosperous nation in the centre of Europe. A man so strong, so perfect before his brothers’ eyes. A man nobody would think that may be in love so deeply with someone from such a different world like you. His maid. Servitude, and the love of his life.
But, romances like those must be kept in secret…
A secret many thinks shouldn’t be ever exposed, a secret that’s sometimes painful to keep, yet sometimes as exciting as it can be when it comes to intimacy.
Oh, the risk of being found.
Oh, the adrenaline of sharing a kiss in a place where anyone can see you.
Oh, lustful neediness, his touch, his heavy touch. The deep voice and his sharp fangs grazing your neck…
“Excuse me, Katakuri-sama. Your merienda is ready” you announce, knocking at the door, waiting for him to open.  “Come on in…” his deep, manly voice claims from inside.
The creaking sounds of the wooden portal that slowly fills the ambience announces your entrance to his special room. The only maid allowed to step inside, is you.
Katakuri is lying on his special cushions, with his back against it. It’s not surprising to you that he is doing so, even if most of the people in his land believe he never, ever, sleeps on his back and neither he rests. But, he is, to you, the most imperfect perfect being that your eyes have ever had the blessing of seeing.
“Hi, love”  he murmurs, and even if you can’t see his mouth as it is covered by a furry scarf, you know there is a smile plastered on his lips. “Hi…” you purr, crawling to his side and leaving the cart full of donuts and sweet treats.
His warm embrace receives your frame. Cuddling over his chest, not before moving away the many military medals that hang from his clothing, you ask him how his day has been.
Your lover puts down his scarf to kiss the crown of your head, and after he sighs to ease the stress of the day he simply lets a “good” slip out of his mouth.
You frown, is not that he is the most talkative person in this world, but you notice he is acting slightly different today. “Is everything ok?” you whisper, dragging your body -that’s pretty small compared to his- over his chest.
His full lashes, that met his eyebags, quiver a little before he opens his eyelids. “I’m tir-“ he dares to lie, to you, the person that knows every little detail of him, every little secret. Your lips met his, shushing him with a lovely peck.
“You aren’t, don’t try to lie to me” you whine with your mouth barely grazing his. Up until in an attempt to act innocently, suddenly realizing his heavy palms are resting over the small of your back and he is pressing you down against his body.
You blink a couple of times, and a smirk garnishes your face. “Ah… playful?” you suggest, with a rather naughty tone. “What do you think?” he asks, this time pressing the tip of his nose against yours with a snigger.
“But… your merienda?”
“I’m sure I can pass merienda time today, I’ve been traveling all around this continent for the sake of this country… I don’t think they will come to bother me”
It was good to know Kata won’t be bother with more work, but it was ever better to know you will have this man for you, and only for you, for more than barely a half an hour.
He sits back, pulling you up and sitting you over his crossed legs. Your body fits perfectly on his lap, and you admire his cranberry eyes looking at you with a sweetness as sugary as cream and lust as hot as hell.
His hands brush your hair back, always so delicately since he is aware of the difference in sizes of both. “Wanna have a full merienda with me, (Name)?” he asks, as if it was really necessary, but that’s Katakuri always a gentleman.
“Hell yes, love ~” you moan, biting your lower lip and winking at him. And biting your lip is even more attractive to him than the most sweet and exquisite doughnut in this world.
“Biting your lip, huh?” he asks, as his fingers trace a path from your shoulder to your belly, and from there to the back of the knot that holds your apron tight around your waist.
But he doesn’t take it out, apparently he wants you dressed, perhaps only with that fine white covering and the cute little skirt of your uniform… and nothing else…
Hands that then migrate to your thighs, discovering pleasantly the absence of panties covering your sex. “You-“ he stutters, nervously but already in heaven to damp his hand in your arousal.
You give him a rogue little laugh covering your mouth with your hands and a naughty eyelash fluttering from the side. Your thigh highs, carving little bumps on your skin, also make him go insane. This isn’t at all your usual uniform, but you have chosen for today just in case your lover was feeling a little playful… and indeed, he is.
“Do you expect me not to die from this, (Name)? I’m old already!” he scolds you, more as a joke than a real statement. Of course, he is not old, may be a little bit than you, but, not old at all.
“Show me then how experienced you are, master~” you purr, biting once again your lip. Owning, now, for him to top you in a matter of seconds. His huge frame creates a shadow over you, he blocks the light coming from the lamps over the ceiling. Your hands don’t lose no time, and as soon as possible they are working efficiently to unbutton his long prince coat.
“This has to go” you mumble, as the last button is off the eyelet. He lets you run the sleeves off his muscular -and tattooed, a secret you only know-arms.
The sweet scent of his skin invades your nostrils, somehow this man smells like a chocolatey mochi dessert, and you love it. “Mmhh… that perfume you wear, babe… you smell so delicious. I wanna bite you” you tell him, lifting your neck to graze the tip of your nose on the skin of his pecs.
“You wanna bite me? I think the one who is gonna bite something is me! I’m hungry, you know… and I haven’t had my merienda yet…” he whispers, coming closer to your lips, making you shiver in pure need.
Katakuri kisses your neck, slowly, as if he was enjoying the most delicious treat of all. Sometimes his sharp fangs delicately grazing your skin. The pulse of your carotids is something he can even feel over the tip of his tongue as your heart beats faster, excitedly.
His palm goes up your leg, until your thighs and then dive to inner part of them. Warm flesh, trapping his hand, feeling how it slides up, up to your sex. Digits playfully burying inside your folds, searching for your pleasure button. Fingertip to the clit, tracing circles while he inhales your little whimpers as he is back to kiss your lips.
You are turn to putty under his touch, he knows exactly what his lover likes, what you enjoy, and what makes you get to heaven…
He plays up and down with the slippery products of your amorousness, enjoying how your eyes turn white when he slides one of his fingers inside you. Entrance and walls stretching just enough to receive his finger, but not enough to receive his sex.
“Want me to make love to you, babe?” he asks, because he knows that he will have to go the extra mile. Katakuri is aware of his size, and he also knows how to prep you, perfectly.
“Yes, please. Make love to me, my love” you moan, hastily breathing as he goes in and out of your entrance, with beckoning motions. “Sure, my love… spread for me, ok?” he commands, lovingly, spreading your legs and sliding himself down on you.
When the tip of his tongue touches your dripping core, you squirm and try to supress a pleading whine without success. “Shh… baby~” he calmly tells you, even if for him your whines sound like the most beautiful symphonies.
Not only his mouth works with your sex, but also his fingers. He needs you to be as dilated as possible and you are getting there, excited, and anxious to feel the pressuring intrusion of his manhood stretching your walls.
But, of course, before such thing your lover needs you to come for him. “My angel, come for me… come on” he orders you, with oral skills as dangerous as delectable. And it’s dangerous, because his mouth and the grazing of his sharp fangs can destroy you as well as make you fall in pure rapture status.
And you do, squirming, arching your back, pulling from his crimson hair as you come in his mouth.
“Good girl…” he congratulates you on your past orgasm, seizing your current state to penetrate you soon after. “Can I?” he asks, properly, as the prince he is.
“Please ~” you barely articulate, taking a look at his black royal pants fall to the ground completely. Hard, dripping, and bigger than always stands menacing his manhood. He is ready to bury in you, deep, deeper. To feel your walls, clench around him, to enjoy the bulge forming on your lower belly as he thrusts in you.
He turns you to the side, your temple resting on his bicep, your length leg lifted up by him. The prince tip searches for your entrance alone, it doesn’t need guiding. It gets damped by the rests of your last orgasm and new fluids of your concupiscence. Pure love in your eyes, fixing your gazes on the other’s as he goes slowly, so slowly inside you.
Just a little bit it’s enough to make you shiver again, turning your skin all bumpy, and your eyes white. A few inches more, and your forehead gets pressed against his. Some more of his length, and you are biting his lips, puling from him, breathing in his little whimpers of pleasure.
Kata moves in and out of you, even if he is not fully inside you. And even if you could say that’s enough to make you come once more, you want him deeper. He wants to be deeper too. Mix in one, melt in just the embodiment of passion and secret love.
“Deeper” you beg when you are ready. “Deeper?” he moans, with eyes shut tight and pure bliss. The eternal serious frown on his face turn into a rhapsodic countenance every time he is buried into you.
“Yes, please. All in…” you plead, carving marks with your nails on the skin of his wide back. “O-ok, babe…” he barely answers, short of breath, holding back from breaking you in half. However, since you want it, he will comply to his goddess…
Inside he goes, full length that makes you feel as your body is being tearing in half. And it doesn’t hurt, is not painful. It’s heavenly, is the depiction of utmost ravish.
Thrusts that create a pressure on your womb, the stretching feeling of your skin. You moan with wet lips sloppily over his ear. He kisses your shoulder, even biting sometimes while fucking you so roughly and perfectly.
You can feel the bump, and he does too as your belly is pressed against his muscular abdomen. Both getting there, to cloud nine, to the peak of pleasure, to bursting.
“Can I fill you up, babe?” he asks, desperately as you begin to spasm while reaching climax. Surprisingly he asked, because you want it, you want his seed to bathe your walls as the healing balsam after so much action. “Please, do. I want you to fill me up, my dear prince”
He shivers too, and letting himself go, climax strikes upon him too. Squirming inside you, creating even more pressure, filling the little spaces left on your womb with his warm release and an “I love you” coming from his mouth he finishes.
“I love you too, my sweet mochi ~”
Oh, by the way… you noticed every mirror on his room covered with a white cloth… do you have any idea why? Perhaps you had an ally there, but sometimes even those aren’t allowed to presence what the prince does during his merienda time…
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The relief washes over you with the cool air of the hallway. With all the bodies, Tony’s barroom grew unbearably warm. Your hormones don’t help as sweat beads beneath your curls and makes your scalp itch.
You smile at Coco and Candy as they pass, exchanging smiles as they continue their conversation, “...might help me tune him out…”
You don’t ponder on the snippet and carry on to the bathroom. You knock just in case and inch open the door. As you do, a hand plants on the wood, an arm reaching under yours as a body presses to your back and urges you inside.
You gasp as Peter shuts the door and turns you against the sink, grinning at his reflection over your shoulder.
“Kitten…” he drawls and nuzzles the cap sleeve of your dress, “you having fun?”
You hold back your irritation, your moment of solitary spoiled as usual. You force a smile as you grip the rim of the sink. “Yes, honey, I was just going to freshen up.”
“Mmm, you look perfect, mommy,” he snakes his arms around you and gropes your tits, squeezing as he sways you and kisses the back of your neck, “don’t you, mommy?”
“Peter,” you keep your hands on the porcelain, “there’s a lot going on–”
“So, that means know one will know,” he purrs and grinds his pelvis into your ass, “just let me have a little. I’m so hard for you, mommy, can’t you feel it?”
You lower your chin to hide your discomfort, “yes, I can, honey.”
You let him guide you back as you cling to the sink. He angles you so you're slightly bent, the balls of your feet aching beneath you. His hands dance down to your skirt and he pulls back to smack your ass with both. He kneads and gives a snarl, once more rubbing his crotch against you.
He tugs up your skirt and gathers it over your ass. He tuts and pinches you, “mommy, you’re so naughty.”
He bunches your skirt in one hand and his other trails down to feel along your folds, exposed between the open trim of your underwear. The ones he chose. He tickles you, prodding around and swirling around your clit. You inhale sharply and hold it in.
“Mmm, mommy, you know, you really made me mad,” he shoves his fingers into you and you squeak, “you really shouldn’t do that.” He pulls his fingers out and lifts them, showing them to you in the mirror before slipping them in his mouth, “you’re lucky you taste so good.”
He drops his hand again, tightening his grasp on your dress as he lines up his feet and pulls apart his fly. His tip glosses down your ass and he pokes at your cunt. Your thighs clench as he enters you with a long groan. He snaps his hips the last few inches and your heels scuff on the tile.
“Oh, mommy, you feel so good around me,” he moves his hand to your shoulder, arching your back deeper as he gives a mean thrust, “don’t I feel good, mommy?”
“Yes, honey,” you say to the drain as your arms shake.
“Yeah, uh, you feel so good, like a sweet cherry pie,” he ruts into you impatiently, flesh slapping loudly and echoing off the pristine walls, “oh, mommy, let me see your tits, please.”
You cringe and pick at the buttons along the front of your dress. His pelvis claps against you as tiny mewls escape your lips, your hips aching with his furious intrusion. You part the front of your dress and pull down the cups, your chest spilling over the underwire. 
He growls and fucks you harder, scooping his hand under your arm to squeeze your tit, rolling the nipple between his fingers, “mommy, you’re so sexy,” he rasps between deep puffs, “so fucking sexy.”
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world-of-aus · 1 year
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Pairing: pornstar!bucky x pornstar!reader
Warnings: smut 18+ Minors DNI (cockwarming, pet names, alludes to smut)
A/n: surprise surprise I have fallen behind, but anyway here's day 2! Worry not I will continue to get these pieces out but for how long they may be, well I just can't say! I've gotten a promotion and it's taking up most of my time, but I still itch to get these pieces I've written out so hopefully you'll still enjoy 💋
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He’s got one hand on your thigh, the other curled around the bunched-up fabric of your black silk dress. He’s asked you to be his eyes, but you’re not sure your fit for the job when they threaten to roll back everytime he pulses inside of you to let you know he’s there’s, to remind you what the two of you are doing in the darkened night club.
“Keep them open for me baby,” he murmurs against the skin behind your ear, “gotta let me know when someone’s coming this way.” You lean into the wet press of his lips, “Bucky, baby they’re gonna know if they come over here, please let’s just go.”
He answers you with a quiet “mm mmm, quite comfortable where I am actually, got you sat all nice in my lap – stuffed full of my cock.”
Your lips part on a choked noise as he shifts in the leather seat, the movement sheathing him further inside of you. A quick little thrust that has your head reeling. “C’mon baby stay strong,” he chuckles as he leans his head against yours, keeping yours from resting back and really giving way to the others what the two of you are doing, “we barely just got here, besides weren’t ’t you the one that said we should come out and mingle with the others?”
You regretted those words the second Buck offered you his lap as a place for you to sit. “Buck please,” you whine hoping that if you begged enough the brunette may give In and put you out of your misery. He could take you in this very seat, the restroom, or even the grimy alley as long as he was fucking you.
“C’mon baby,” he all but purrs in your ear the sound threatening to break your composure, “do it for me, be my perfect little cockslut and keep me ready for you, promise ill give it to you real good when we get home.”
His fingers find your chin when you begin to whine, you poor needy little thing, cock warming never seemed to be enough for you anymore. Getting to feel him inside of you wasn’t enough anymore; even when he was filling you, you still felt empty.
“Buck please,” you beg pressing your head into his, “take me home baby.” He chuckles low pressing a wet kiss to the side of your head, “you had the opportunity to stay home,” he murmurs with another kiss to your head, “but you’re so worried about what stark may think of our absence,” he tsks.
He shifts beneath you again drawing another low whine from you, “hush now baby, Steve and Sam are making there way over.”
Your eyes flick up to see Steve and Sam’s eyes already on yours, a smirk kissing each of there lips. They knew.
“You alright there y/n,” Sam is the first to question, “yeah you’re looking a little stiff,” Steve adds with a snicker. You remain cool even as they take a seat beside you and Bucky, Buckys arms going around your middle as he adjusts you on his lap.
Your unsure how you pull it off, how you manage to bite back the moan that threatened to spill past your lips at the movement. He settles then, and you think you may be able to make it through the night even with the sudden quick pulses you feel of him still showing you he’s there.
You even let yourself believe for a moment after the four of you get lost in conversation that you were simply imagining your friends being aware of what the two of you are doing.
It isn’t till Steve is leaning in close, that you realize just how mistaken you are, “you look like you’re ready for a ride sweetheart.” When your eyes find his, it’s all Peary whites and gleaming eyes, the knot in your throat suddenly becomes harder to swallow, “she’s been ready to ride since we got here,” Bucky chimes in.
A low whistle sounds from your other side, warmth floods your cheeks as you look down at the drink in your hands, “oh come on now,” Sam teases, “don’t go all shy on us now, take him for a ride, show us what you’re working with.”
Bucky chuckles leaning forward to press a wet kiss to your cheek, “sorry Boys but this ride isn’t for the public eye, ain’t that right sweetheart?”
You’re nodding your head not trusting yourself to speak, “you ready to get out of here?”
You were more than ready but that fact didn’t stop you from asking if he’d take you in the restroom before the two of you made your way out.
“whatever you want baby, whatever you want.”
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rintoki · 2 years
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pls more afab baji💳💥💳💥💳💥 eating out fingering scissoring whatever just more it ugh hes perfect
inspecting afab baji’s pussy bc i said so.
he’s lying on his tummy but his hips are propped up high by a bunch of pillows so it’s closer to eye level. his face flushed and biting down on a pillow to muffle his sounds bc he always gets too noisy during inspection.
he’s so wet just waiting for you to start, running a finger over his pussy through the white cotton panties. taking a pair of fabric scissors to cut his panties right across the crotch to reveal his soaked folds. you spread his legs to settle between them, watching his pussy lips spread apart and strings of his wetness stretching between them.
“so wet already baby?” you coo, using a finger to run over his slit, breaking the strings as his cunt twitched. opting to remain silent save for the needy whimper into his pillow, baji’s face burned in embarrassment as he tries not to fidget too much. “let’s see,” you drawl, using two fingers to push his folds further apart, exposing his fluttering hole.
you laugh as you watch it clench around nothing, just begging to be stuffed full. you draw a circle around the hole, enough to elicit a drawn out whine, yet not enough for satisfy even a crumb of his need. but you continue to draw a line downward, coming to circle his clit, swollen and puffy you rub it gently, giving it a few light taps, before pressing hard on the little nub and you can see his hole tighten at that. baji jolts, his breathing erratic as his toes curled, taking everything in him to not move his lower body.
this was torture; but better to be obedient now and get rewarded soon, than to give in to his impulses and suffer a worse punishment. moving from his clit, you drag your finger up to his hole once again, circling it before dipping just the tip of your finger in. eyes flicking up, you observed baji, he was always terrible at this—could never stop himself from trying to fuck back on your finger.
but today he seemed determined, his teeth almost tearing into the pillows as he focused on not moving at all. watching his pussy clenching around the tip of your finger, almost like its desperately trying to suck it in deeper, you almost pity him. almost. but his hips begin to fidget unconsciously, you give a warning slap to his clit, body jolting before stilling again.
“good boy,” you purr, “now let’s check this.” you murmur as you push your finger a couple inches deeper, feeling around for a spot. the broken cry baji let’s out as his legs almost instinctively close let’s you know you’ve found it; a rough little patch of nerves. massaging it gently, a cruel smile on your lips as you sit back and watch. the muscles on his back flexing in an effort to gain control of his body, not fair, he thought, this was impossible. how could he possibly keep still like that. tears overflowing past his lashes and dripping onto the sheets as baji finally loses control, his hips bucking backwards onto your fingers, desperately trying to grind on them for more.
but you were quick to pull out before he could achieve satisfaction, a hard slap to his cunt resounding around the room as you tut. “you fail at this every time baji, looks like you’re not cumming tonight again.” his eyes squeezed shut, you were so unfair. but it’s not like you ever intended for him to pass anyway. but
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gaslysgirl · 1 year
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pierre loving going to parties w his girlfriend bc she gets so needy when shes drunk
And then you lure him into fucking you in the bathroom 🤭
Pierre always loves the girlfriend you become when you’re tipsy or drunk.
You joined him to a party in Dubai before going to the Abu Dhabi GP, dressed up in this gorgeous sparkling dress.
You didn’t let him have his hands on you before the party, but Pierre was patient, knowing that attitude would change as soon as you had a couple of drinks.
So you enter the club and meets some friends, the drinks soon start flowing.
You’re feeling good, and your boyfriend looks ridiculously handsome in his dark button-up and jeans.
The cross necklace dangled in front of you as you danced together, his arm curled around you while his free hand held a drink.
Your eyes looked a bit glossy from the many cocktails you already had.
Pierre looked down at you when your hands moved over his pecs, down his chest and his abdomen, pulling him ever closer by the loops of his belt.
“Baby…” you say, your eyes having an innocent glance in them, your needy, little fingers pressing into his chest.
“I need you,” you purr, placing a kiss on his collarbone. His hand moves to your ass, one of his knees between your thighs as you continue to grind together on the music.
Pierre could taste the sweet cocktail on your lips and tongue when he kissed you, making you moan against his mouth.
He didn’t want to give in just yet, but it took a mere brush of your fingers over the back of his neck, his arms, the bulge in his jeans, to become rock hard.
Within five minutes he had you bent over the sink in the bathroom, his cock buried deep inside of you.
Your dress was bunched up around your waist, his hands firmly holding your hips.
You were moaning and whimpering, unfiltered cries of his name flying over your lips as he pound you from behind, your sounds stroking his ego.
You came embarrassingly fast, but Pierre didn’t care to let you come down as he kept fucking you.
#pg
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