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kinktober #13 - charles leclerc
charles’ alarm clock is non-existent when he’s buried inside of you.
prompts: sleepy sex, cockwarming
warnings: unprotected sex, cockwarming, swearing, male masturbation (kinda?), this is exceptionally short so i do apologise.
“charles, baby?” you whispered, attempting to sound okay despite your irritated mood, “can you stop wriggling? i’m trying to sleep.”
charles groaned, and you thought he was asleep. you nudged him with your elbow in what felt like the chest, and he groaned again. “stop hogging the duvet, then,” you made a point by dropping your head heavily on your pillow. charles groaned again. “if you’re gonna continue to groan you can go and sleep — oh.”
you turned around, expecting to see charles sleeping but instead you saw something unexpected; charles with his hand at the base of his dick. he looked sleepy, so it was evident that he hadn’t been in that position very long.
“i need to feel you,” he hummed. you frowned, glancing across at the clock on the wall; 05:03, “i don’t wanna fuck you, i…” he took a breath, “i wanna try something new.”
“what’s that, baby?” you cooed, a hand loosely wrapped around his naked torso and your lips on his jaw.
“turn around and get back in your previous position,” he said, and you did as he asked. he pushed back the duvet and readjusted the position of your legs, and when he pushed himself inside of you, you gasped. “does this feel okay?”
“mhm,” you nodded, a shiver running up your spine at the feeling of his dick inside you and his hand on your tummy. he kissed your jaw.
“go back to sleep, amor, let’s just stay like this for a bit, okay?”
the feeling was surreal, and you weren’t sure how you’d gone almost two years dating charles and not ever tried this. it was so intimate without being intrusive, and you trusted him enough to stay like that forever.
“mhm,” you nodded, even though you weren’t sure you could go back to sleep with him buried to the hilt inside of you. “love you.”
“love you too, amor.”
you woke up several hours later to the incessant sound of charles’ alarm clock telling him he had to go to the gym. when you moved though, you felt him still inside you, rocking back and forth ever so gently. he was trying to coax you out of sleep.
“hi.” you yawned, blushing when he kissed at your neck.
“morning beautiful,” his hand draped around your tummy, “still need you.”
“mhm,” you replied, nodding, “need you too.”
he held you in place, his lips grazing across your neck and as he gave you short, light thrusts you gripped at the bedsheet, trying to keep quiet.
one of his hands grabbed at your thigh and he slung it over his waist, so you were now open wider for him; the both of you hot, panting and sleepy.
“fucking hell,” he muttered.
“mhm, i know,” your hand flew down to your clit while the one that was gripping the sheets reached around to charles’ hair, “feels so good, charles. don’t stop baby, please.”
“i won’t,” he mumbled into your neck, his dick twitching and throbbing inside of you. he’d been waiting for this moment all night, “cant promise i’ll last much longer.”
“that’s okay baby,” you cooed, leaning round to press a kiss to his cheek, “cum inside me, charles, don’t pull out.”
his dick twitched again, and your walls fluttered when you began to speed your movement of your fingers. “gonna cum any minute,” charles breathed, his hips ragged and his breathing short and staccato.
true to his word, within a minute, charles’ hips stuttered and he froze inside of you; his dick twitched once more and hot bursts of cum seeped into you. the sensation triggered your own orgasm, and you came around his dick with a breathy moan.
his alarm clock buzzed once more and you knew he had to get up, or else his trainer would end up banging down his front door.
“i love you,” he hummed, nuzzling back into your neck.
“i know, i love you too,” you kissed his head, “but you really should go to the gym because it’s almost seven thirty.”
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Playdate - Chapter Four
I'm sorry this took forever. To make up for it, here is over 13k of pure and utter filth. Enjoy...
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Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York
Word Count: 13.1k (whoops?)
Chapter Summary: It's porn, but with sprinkles of feelings. Also, Dave's wish finally comes true ;) Well, one of them at least.
Chapter Warnings: 18+ MDNI. F/M/M threesome. Cucking/Wife sharing. Voyeurism. Derogatory Language. Daddy kink. Praise kink. Soft!Dave York. Dom!Dave York. PerfectHusband!Marcus Pike. Oral sex (m and f receiving). Unprotected p in v sex. Creampie. Rough p in v sex. Overstimulation. Biting. Slaps/spanks/swats (just a few). Sex toys. Anal play/fingering/rimming/sex (f receiving). If I missed anything else lmk!
Early the next morning (or, more accurately, in the middle of the night) you’re woken up by your very eager husband. A tired little moan escapes your lips when your eyelids begin to blink open, forced awake by the hot incessant mouth currently at your neck that’s licking and nipping and sucking at the tender flesh it manages to find in the dark and leaving a trail of tiny goosebumps in its wake.
“Baby?” you breathe out, brain still foggy but your body certainly caught up as you feel the all too familiar tingling sensation reach all the way to your toes.
“Need you” is all Marcus offers, words muffled into your throat.
You’re lying on your back and the bedclothes have been thrown off, leaving your naked body victim to the cool night air drafting in through the partially open window of the bedroom and Marcus is lying on his side, one arm underneath you and the other holding your face while he ruts his hips into your leg once, letting you know exactly just how much he needs you when the evidence of his arousal grinds into your hip.
You don’t know what’s gotten into him, but you’re certainly not mad at it. He’s not usually one to wake up in the dead of night needy for you (if anything, it was always the other way around) but you’re loving how desired he’s making you feel, how he seemingly just can’t help himself tonight.
It’s hot.
“Mmm, my poor baby” you giggle in response, reaching for his hand at your face and dragging it down to your breast. He hums in response and gives the mound a light squeeze before his fingers make delicate work of teasing your nipple with little pinches and pulls.
“Fuck, you were so hot tonight” Marcus breaths into your skin, voice already sounding desperate as he grinds into your hip again. His hand drifts from your chest down your stomach until it reaches between your legs and he moans when his fingers meet the sticky slick between your folds.
“Yeah? Tell me what you liked baby” you whimper while Marcus explores your sex with skilled digits, pushing all the way down to your entrance before coming back up to tease at your clit and repeating the action. “Wanna hear it”
“Fuck, I love how turned on you get” Marcus begins his confession, his touch getting a little more eager, more insistent. “Watching you let go. Love how hard you cum when we both make you cum together”
“Oh god” you whine quietly. You’re not sure if it’s Marcus’ words or his fingers that are driving you more crazy right now. You wrap your hand around his arm that’s over top of you, needing something to hold onto while your hips are canting off the bed, desperate to chase the pressure of his fingers.
“Wanna be inside you” Marcus breathes into your ear. “Please honey”
You nearly sob in response, aching and needy for him as well as you nod your head. Despite the multiple orgasms between the two of you earlier tonight the one thing that had been missing was Marcus inside you and you realize it’s been nearly a week since the last time you’d made love, no wonder you missed him so badly.
His fingers leave you and he rolls over top of you, settling between your legs and holding himself up on his elbows. One hand comes down to brush the hair from your face before he leans in and presses his lips to yours.
“Ok?” He asks as he lines himself up at your entrance and waits for your go-ahead.
“Mmhmm. Just… go slow ok?” You ask, still feeling sore from the pounding Dave had given you earlier. A dull throb between your legs you have a feeling you’re going to be walking around with for days to come. Not that you’re complaining, mind you.
“You sore baby?” He asks, frown appearing on his sweet face and tone laced with concern. “We don’t have to…” he starts to trail off but you reach up and place a hand on his cheek and lock eyes with him.
“No, please. Marcus, I need you” you plead softly. “Please baby, I’m ok”
Marcus answers with a slight nod of his head and a push of his hips until the head of his cock is sheathed in your warm entrance and you both moan in unison, feeling so good to finally have him inside of you again. He doesn’t bury himself all the way in, mindful of your body and not wanting to cause you any further discomfort. He just gently pumps his hips, shallow little thrusts, just barely past his tip. In and out, in and out.
“Is that ok?” He asks, checking in with you and already sounding a little breathless.
“Yes baby, feels so good” you moan, both your hands coming around him to hold onto his ass as he rocks into you. “Kiss me all better with your cock, just like that”
“Fuck,” Marcus groans at your choice of words, his eyes closing shut and he breathes through his nose to force himself to concentrate.
“Baby come here,” you pout, bringing your hands up to wrap around the back of his head and pulling him down for a kiss. His tongue slides inside to brush against yours and you moan appreciatively, your hands carding through his soft hair. “Missed having you inside me” you murmur against his lips when you break apart for air and a desperate little whine escapes Marcus as he nods his head against your forehead.
“Me too baby”
You slide your arms underneath his and then reach your hands up to curl them around his shoulders and gently pull him down on top of you and he lets you, his weight more on top of you now and the shift in position causes him to sink further inside of you.
“Oh my god” Marcus groans, mouth hot against your ear as he begins to kiss all over the side of your face.
Despite the soreness between your legs, having Marcus inside of you is everything you need. With each gentle push of his hips you feel the dull pain fading away as pleasure takes hold instead. Needing to feel more of him you cautiously bring your legs up and lock your ankles together behind his lower back, your heels digging into soft flesh.
“Fuck honey, I love you so much” he confesses, burying his face in your neck as he takes your queue and lowers his hips the rest of the way until he’s buried all the way in and you both moan when he fully bottoms out and stills his hips.
“Oh my god I could fucking cum already” Marcus groans, still unmoving and trying to get control of himself. Having not made love to you for days combined with everything that had happened earlier this evening he’s finding himself teetering dangerously close to the edge already but he wants to be able to last. You feel too good around him to end it so early.
“I’m sorry, I need a minute” he apologizes, pushing himself up on his forearms so he can stare down at you and your hands fall away from his shoulders.
“Marcus don’t ever be sorry with me” you tell him sincerely, brushing the back of your hand against his cheek and his eyes close at your tender touch. “Take all the time you need baby, I’ll just keep you warm” you tease, winking at him.
“You’re so fucking perfect” Marcus sighs. “How’d I get so lucky?”
“Mmm, I’m the lucky one” you counter, brushing your hands through his hair again and holding the back of his head. “You’re so good to me baby”
“I love you” he tells you again, barely above a whisper before he tilts his head down and kisses you soundly. A tiny moan escapes your throat when he gently rocks his hips into you, starting to move again.
“You feel amazing” he murmurs against your lips before he begins trailing kisses to the side of your face, down your jaw and to your throat. His body lowers down onto yours again as he continues to rock into you with shallow thrusts, staving off his own impending release.
“Oh Marcus,” you mewl, arms wrapping around his neck again to keep him as close as possible. “Please don’t stop baby, keep going. Need to feel you, please” you whine. Now that you’ve had a taste again after what seems like so long you don’t want him to leave you anytime soon.
“I won’t baby, I won’t” he promises, continuing with the slow and sensual slide of hips, filling you so completely every time his pelvis brushes against yours.
And he doesn’t stop. Marcus makes love to you literally until the sun comes up. It’s lazy and slow and passionate and the height of intimacy. You’re wrapped around him, limbs entangled and mouths everywhere as they kiss and lick and whisper little adorations into the heat of each other’s skin. You’ve come twice already and somehow Marcus has managed to hold himself off but you know that not only is he exhausted but he’s desperate for his own release. He stops mid-fuck occasionally to either just still inside of you for long minutes or pull out of you and take himself in his own hand, needing a breather and to hold off his orgasm and he looks so beautiful when he does that, you think to yourself. Muscles taught everywhere as his back arches and he tries desperately to hold himself together, jaw clenched and eyes closed like there’s an invisible thread threatening to snap.
“Please baby, please cum” you whisper into his ear while he continues to slowly rock in and out of you. It’s been well over an hour, probably nearing two, and you don’t have another orgasm in you to give. You know your body and she’s waving the white flag.
“Yeah?” Marcus breathes, hips picking up the pace only slightly. “You want it inside you?”
“Yes baby. Let go, fuck me. Need you to fuck me, please” you whimper and Marcus groans, arm coming down to lift your right leg up so he can push deeper inside of you and he sets a much faster pace, finally chasing his own much needed release.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck” he gasps, hips pistoning into you hard and fast, eyes closed in concentration. "Oh god, I'm close"
“Look at me baby, I wanna see you” you beg and Marcus is helpless against your soft little pleas, his eyes opening and staring into yours as he feels himself falling apart.
“Shit, baby I… fuck” he lets out a final groan as he buries himself to the absolute hilt and stills, cock pulsing as it spills deep inside of you.
“Oh my god, oh fuck,” he’s panting, pulling back just slightly before rocking back into you again and again, slow deep thrusts as he fucks his cum back inside of you. “Oh fuuuuuck you feel so good”
You love when he gets like this, completely wrecked for you and you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down until his full weight rests on top of you, his cock still twitching deep inside and you wrap your legs around his back again to hold him there for as long as he’ll allow it.
You both end up falling back asleep with him still inside of you and you call out to work that morning when you do finally wake up, deciding you deserve to take a “personal day”. You spend the whole day in bed together, kissing and cuddling and just wrapped up in each other’s embrace.
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It becomes an unspoken agreement between the two of you after that. In the days upcoming to whenever Dave comes over again you and Marcus refrain from having sex, knowing now how good it feels to have missed each other when you’re finally back in each other's arms again after Dave pulls the painfully taught thread loose and unravels you both. His visits start becoming a little more frequent, too. It's become essentially a bi-weekly routine you've set since your impromptu “sick day” with Marcus and today marks the third visit since then (the sixth time overall, not that you’re keeping count).
Tonight however will be a little different as Marcus has decided he wants to take on more of an observant role rather than a participatory one like he usually does. Dave is due at your door any minute and Marcus has already texted, letting Dave know you need to be taken care of.
It’s a vicious cycle, really. Marcus gets off on you getting off, and seeing how worked up Marcus gets up from it only gets you hotter. And Dave, well. Dave seems perfectly content being along for the ride and ultimately being the reason for you both taking your pleasure to new heights. And given his increased visits and never declining an invitation, it’s clear Dave is getting as much as he gives, too. A vicious cycle, as you said. You’re honestly shocked at how well everything is going between the three of you.
The familiar knock at your door pulls you from your thoughts and you look over at Marcus excitedly.
“Go answer it” Marcus nods towards the door with a cheeky little grin on his lips before settling himself back into the couch. It’s normally Marcus who does while you’re waiting upstairs so despite it being something as mundane as answering the door, there’s a little thrill that runs through you as you hurry over to it and pull it open.
You don’t even get a greeting past your lips before Dave is on you. He pushes himself inside, arms wrap around you and hands go straight to your ass as he gives it a firm squeeze as he turns you, slamming the door shut by force with your back by pressing your bodies into it. His mouth is at your throat, devouring every inch of flesh at his disposal that isn’t covered by your flimsy silk robe. It’s all tongue and teeth and desperation and you clutch at his shoulders, letting your head fall back in a soft thud against the door to give him better access.
One of his hands leaves your ass and you feel it at your waist before he pulls on the sash of your robe and it parts open. His warm hand is on your stomach next, traveling upwards to knead into your breast and he moans into your throat when he feels the naked flesh of you. You’ve quickly come to realize that wearing too much clothing around Dave is just a waste of time in the end so tonight you’re only in a pair of panties and your knee-length robe which Dave is currently pushing off your shoulders to pool at your feet.
“So fucking naughty for me tonight aren’t you? All ready for me” Dave growls into the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder and gently bites down, causing a hiss of pain to escape your lips and your hands fly to his hair, nails scraping against his scalp and tugging at the short dark chocolate strands.
He’s feisty tonight. You like it.
“Turn around” he orders gruffly, both hands coming to your hips and turning you in his grasp so you face the door. He manhandles you into the position he wants, your wrists crossed over top of each other against the door and your forehead leaning against them then he kicks your legs wider apart and pulls your hips back so your spine is arched and your ass is stuck out, pressed against his crotch. He gives an exploratory thrust of his hips, his obvious desire for you unmistakably hard, even through the thick material of his pants as he pushes it into the soft flesh of your ass.
“Just like that” he breathes before he brings one hand up to grip the back of your neck and keep your face against the door and his right comes down to land a hard blow to your ass cheek and you jump in surprise, something between a gasp, a shout and a moan leaving your lips.
“Good girl” Dave praises, hand gently smoothing over what is surely a deep red mark already. His hand wanders then, going around your front and between your legs instead and he presses two fingers into your heat, chuckling darkly when he feels how wet you are already.
“Oh you missed your Daddy, didn’t you?” He breathes into your ear as his fingers circle your clit and a little sob escapes you.
“Answer me” he growls, taking your earlobe between his teeth and then pressing your face harder into your wrists with the grip he has on the back of your neck.
“Yes! Fuck, I missed you Daddy” you cry out. “I’m so wet for you”
That seems to appease him for now as his hand leaves your neck, his teeth release you and his tongue soothes over it instead before he gently pulls the lobe into his mouth and sucks greedily.
“That’s all right baby, I’ll take care of you” he murmurs against your ear before planting a soft kiss just behind it. “You need to cum, hmmm? Need me to play with this little pussy for a bit?” he asks and you whimper, nodding your head frantically against your wrists. It’s been over a week since you were last with Marcus (your period truly had a cruel sense of humor sometimes) and you’ve been on edge for days, desperate for a release and Dave was already quickly unraveling you.
“Please,” you whine, not caring how needy you sound, you know Dave likes it anyway.
“Turn around for me sweetheart” he instructs, his hands leaving you and he takes a slight step back giving you room. You do as you're told, turning around and leaning back against the door. Eye to eye again, Dave cradles your face in his large hands and surges forward, crashing his mouth into yours, tongue instantly demanding entrance which you grant happily and he swallows down all your little moans while he kisses you until you're breathless. His hands leave your face to slip between your back and the door to grope at your ass, large palms massaging while nimble fingers dig into the soft flesh, threatening to leave bruises as a reminder for you of who this ass belongs to. Not that you could forget, he's sure to remind you just about every time you see him.
His kisses eventually slow as you both gulp for air between desperate presses of your lips together until he finally pulls away from them entirely and starts trailing his mouth down your throat instead, to your collarbone, the valley between your breasts and steadily downwards as he slowly sinks to his knees in front of you following the descent of his mouth.
“Oh my god,” you whimper, hands pushing through his hair as he’s kneeled eye level with your aching and needy sex. You need him so badly and he knows it, so he deliberately takes his time.
He plants little kisses along your waist, your hips, his tongue teasingly prodding under the waistline of your panties and you're cursing yourself now for even wearing them. He presses a single kiss to the damp center of them at your mound and then passes over the rest of you to plant little kisses to the insides of your thighs instead. Your head falls back against the door again, your breathing uneven and coming out in short little huffs while your fingers continue to rake through his hair.
“Put this leg up on my shoulder baby” he instructs, patting the thigh of your left leg and you obey, hooking it over his shoulder while his hand grips at your waist to hold you steady against the door.
“Good girl” he tells you before nuzzling his nose into your heat, breathing in your scent through the soaked little scrap of fabric keeping you apart. “Ruining your panties like my good little slut, hmm? Aughta shove them down your throat, give you a taste of what a good girl you are for me”
“Oh fuck,” you whisper breathlessly. In all honesty you’d probably let him do whatever he wants to you right now, you’re so desperate.
He takes the knuckle of his index finger and drags a line down your center overtop of your panties, applying just the right amount of pressure and your knees nearly buckle. You whimper pathetically and it only spurs his teasing on, deciding to replace his finger with his tongue; pointed tip dragging a delicious stripe up the center of your already dampened panties before he begins to just kiss and lick all over them.
“Oh please, please, please” you whimper so softly he barely hears it and for a moment you’re not even sure you’ve said it out loud, the blood rushing to your ears drowning everything else out.
Apparently he does hear you though because not a moment later he’s grabbing a fist full of your underwear and yanking them aside as his mouth finally descends on your bare cunt and he begins to devour you whole.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” You gasp out. One hand flies to the door handle to give you something more to hold onto and the other one clutches into his hair, keeping him impossibly close as feasts on you with unprecedented enthusiasm.
Your eyes fly open and somewhere in the haze of lust you notice Marcus, standing across at the other end of the hall of the entryway now, leaning against the doorframe. His hand slowly strokes over the bulge in his pants and his gaze never leaves you, needing to be witness to the moment you fall apart. He loves this, sharing your pleasure with you. Loves the way your mouth parts, how the muscles in your abdomen tighten and contract with each labored breath, the way your eyes threaten to close but you fight so hard to keep them open for him.
The two of you had a long, very candid conversation not long ago when the frequency of Dave’s visits increased. You promised each other from the start that you’d be open and honest and agreed that communication was paramount if this was going to work and that if anything started to change, you’d address it head on.
And it had. Changed.
What started out as an endeavor for Marcus to learn from Dave and be able to offer you the things in your sex life that weren’t there before turned into a realization for you both after spending time with Dave. You didn’t want Marcus to be like Dave, you wanted Marcus to be Marcus, but you still wanted to have Dave. Dave was a craving. A particular itch that seemingly only he could scratch; the only one you wanted to scratch it.
You didn’t want Marcus to change. You love him so much and you absolutely love how he takes care of you in bed and you realize that maybe the reason it wasn’t ‘working’ when the two of you tried new things is because it wasn’t meant to. You still wanted the man you fell in love with. Dave offered you something else and you were honest with Marcus when you told him you like that too. It’s sexy and exciting and both your sex lives were better for it, neither of you could argue that. Marcus agreed. He loved how hot Dave could make you, and he liked himself to be the one to step in and take care of you the way he longed to either during or afterward. He wasn't as comfortable or confident in his ability to provide for you what Dave did, but he wanted you to have it (for himself as much as for you). And so it was settled. Dave stayed. You weren’t sure how long he’d want to be in your lives for, you had yet to have a real conversation between the three of you about it but for now you were happy that things were going as well as they were.
So now, when you stand across the room from your husband with another man between your legs and he stares into your eyes, you know there’s only love and desire there. No jealousy or resentment, just the love of your life ensuring your every happiness and it turns you on nearly as much as what’s going on below your waist.
Dave’s tongue is everywhere, driving you mad with want for long minutes on end and you can do little but try and focus any concentration you have on keeping yourself upright while he has you at his complete mercy, eating you out like you’re his last meal and meant to be savored. He licks long broad stripes up your center with the flat of his tongue, laps into your folds, sucks your throbbing clit into his mouth and even fucks into you with his tongue occasionally. While you're no stranger to having a mans mouth between your legs for long periods of time (Marcus would spend hours down there if you'd let him), it's definitely not the same when you're not flat on your back. Your every muscle strains with the effort to keep yourself upright while every nerve ending is tingling from the sensations caused by Dave's skilled mouth and tongue and eventually, barely able to take anymore, your legs threaten to give out from under you.
“Shit!” Your legs are like jelly and you nearly feel like you’re about to topple over him, your arm shooting out to catch yourself on Dave's shoulder when suddenly Marcus is there. He grabs both of your arms and shoves them up over your head and into the door, his hands holding at your wrists. The brief flicker of surprise you feel at his sudden action is quickly overcome by sheer arousal. Marcus holding you down while Dave pleasures you sends a flood of arousal straight to your core and a strangled sob escapes your lips. His stance is mirroring yours from earlier, legs spread wide, his body leaned forward towards you at his waist because Dave is on the floor between the two of you and Dave groans into your cunt when he flicks his gaze upwards and sees what’s happening above him. He begins to double his efforts then, starts licking through your folds again with an increased pace and pressure and sensing how close you are shoves two fingers inside of you and begins frantically flicking his tongue back and forth over your clit, over and over and over while his digits pump in and out of you and it's not long until you’re falling apart.
“Oh my god, I’m fucking cumming” you wail, eyes locked onto Marcus’ while Dave doesn’t let up, apparently intent on driving you to the brink of your sanity as wave after wave of arousal rushes out of you and he happily laps it all up, face deep in your cunt and moaning into you as he licks and finger fucks you through every deliriously exquisite second of your release.
Your leg up on his shoulder is trembling from your orgasm and Dave thankfully extracts his fingers and slows his mouth to greedy little swipes of his tongue, cleaning up the mess he’s made of you before he carefully lifts your leg from his shoulder and places it back to the ground. Marcus lets go of you too, taking your hands in his and then placing them down on Dave’s shoulders so you can hold yourself steady again and he takes a step to the side so Dave can rise up from the floor. The moment he’s up your left arm wraps around his neck, pulling him against you and the other tugs Marcus forward so you can wrap it around his neck too and you're hugging both of them to you, their bodies pressing you into the door on either side of you. You feel them press a little closer together as Marcus slings his own arm around Dave’s waist, hand clutching into his shirt.
“Oh my god,” You sigh, pressing a kiss into the side of Dave’s head before turning and doing the same to Marcus. Both strong bodies hold you up against the door while tremors continue to rack your entire body, your legs shaky and unsteady underneath you. Dave is breathing heavily into your neck from his efforts and Marcus isn’t faring much better, but for slightly different reasons that you can feel pressing hard into your hip.
“Baby, you came so fucking hard” Marcus laughs into your throat. “That was so hot” he confesses before pressing a kiss to your neck.
You ruffle his hair with your hand and then turn your face back towards Dave and place a quick kiss to the shell of his ear.
“Thank you Daddy” you whisper against it and he hums into your shoulder.
“Nearly had me coming in my pants, naughty little slut” he growls into your skin before giving you a gentle little bite and soothing over it with his tongue. He brings a hand up and pinches a nipple between his thumb and index finger and high pitched gasp escapes you followed by a delightful little squeal of laughter.
“Mmm, take me upstairs, show me how bad I’ve been” you suggest seductively and both men groan into the hot flesh of your throat.
It’s Marcus who leaps into action first, ready and eager to really get started. He lets go of Dave and places a hand behind your knees and scoops you up into his arms and kisses you before he heads for the stairs, carrying you bridal style the entire way up with Dave trailing closely behind.
“You sure you don’t wanna fuck her? She’s ripe for the picking” Dave offers, giving Marcus a quick little wink right after he’s set you down on the bed.
“You two have fun, I’ll make it up to her later” Marcus promises you, placing a kiss at the corner of your lips before he pulls away from you and goes to sit at the armchair on the other side of the bed. You make quick work of ridding yourself of your panties and tossing them aside, not wanting them in the way anymore and Dave raises an eyebrow at your eagerness.
“Oh we’ll have fun” Dave chuckles darkly. “Come here” he growls at you before he grabs you by the ankles and yanks you forward so you’re on your back, your ass at the edge of the mattress, near threatening to fall off.
His hands grip around your hips as his thumbs press into your pelvis, massaging in tight little circles with just the right amount of pressure and he pushes his still clothed groin against yours to prove his point of just how hard you've made him already. You whimper when it presses right into your center and grinds down with a promise of what's to come
"Yeah you need this cock, don't you sweetheart?" Dave breathes out, eyes sliding shut and you know he needs it just as much as you do. Not that he'd ever admit that. He likes it when you're the one begging.
"Mmmhmmm" You nod your head. "I need it so bad, please"
He takes a step away from you then, hands leaving you as well.
“Open up wide for me baby” he instructs, tapping his hand at the outside of your thigh and you lift your legs into the air, bent at your knees and spread them into a v-shape.
“Wider” he demands, grabbing both your thighs and pushing down until you’re near doing the splits in front of him, your knees almost touching down on either side of the mattress if you went much further. It’s definitely as far as you can go without causing yourself physical harm and thankfully Dave doesn’t push further, seemingly satisfied with you.
"That's it" he grins. "Hold them open" He instructs and you have to hook your arms under your knees and bring your hands around to grab around your ankles just to keep in the position he wants you in. Your heart is racing already and he hasn't even begun, just being so vulnerable for him makes the anticipation palpable.
"Mmm, that's my good girl, look at you on display for me" he clicks his tongue and then puts two of his fingers into his mouth and wets them before bringing them down between your legs to stroke through your folds and spread your arousal around before briefly pushing his fingers inside of you while his other hand other works on pulling his belt free and releasing himself from the confines of his pants. He spits into his own hand and brings it down to his member, pumping himself a few times before he lines himself up with your entrance, removes his fingers and with one push of his hips, sinks inside of you.
“Oh fuck” you whimper at the way he’s able to press so impossibly deep with the way you’re spread open for him.
“Shit” Dave curses as well, stilling for a moment and his hands come down to rest on your legs. He's not forcing you further open, but keeping just how he wants you. He knows the harder he fucks you the more inclined you’re going to be to try and move, voluntary or not. He slides completely out of you and then slowly back in, repeating the action a couple times just to tease you and it's working as you whimper above him, attempting to chase his cock with shallow movements of your hips.
“Don’t fucking move” he warns, squeezing the meat of your thighs for emphasis. “You’re gonna stay just like this and be a good little fuckdoll for me, hmm?” He asks you and quickly nod.
“Yes Daddy”
“That’s my girl” he praises before he pulls his hips back and slams into you, causing you to shift slightly up the mattress with the sheer force of his thrust.
“Oh my god, fuck!” you gasp out, the wind nearly knocked out of you from how deeply he hits inside of you. Your legs are trembling already just trying to keep them spread and it’s a good thing Dave was there to help hold onto them because you definitely wouldn’t be able to hold the position long otherwise.
His hand comes down to slap against your clit and another jolt rocks your body as a breathy gasp escapes your lips.
"I told you not to fucking move" He snarls, cock stilled and buried inside you, his hands moving to grip roughly at your hips. "Either be still while I fuck you or we're just gonna sit here like this all night with you keeping my dick warm until one of us fucking passes out and sweetheart, it ain't gonna be me"
Oh fuck.
Your legs are already like jelly from earlier and with the position he's got you in now they're already shaking with the effort to keep them open for him and you don't doubt he'll punish you for as long as he believes you can stand it so you're not about to take that chance.
"I'm sorry Daddy, please, I'll be so good for you. Please, please fuck me"
"That's better" he smirks. He snaps his hips again, another deep, hard thrust but this time not only is Dave holding your hips but you're prepared for it and brace yourself for the impact and thankfully you don't shift up the mattress this time.
"See, you can do it" Dave praises your efforts, rewarding you with another equally rough snap of his hips.
“God you’re so fucking deep” you groan out, eyes nearly rolling back into your head and he rewards you with another.
“Yeah, you feel me in there" he huffs a little laugh at your expense, hand leaving your hip to come down and pat against the lower part of your stomach just above your waistline. "Gonna rearrange your goddamn guts sweetheart” he threatens before he puts his hand back at your hip and really starts fucking you in earnest. He sets a ruthless pace immediately and he was right, you can practically feel him in your fucking stomach with every slam of his hips into yours, pushing so deep, so hard and so fast. Your little whines and whimpers only encourage him too. He likes you to be loud, to tell him how good it feels and makes it his mission to pull those sounds out of you.
And he does. You’re a whimpering, whining, mewling mess beneath him within minutes of this starting, making all kinds of desperate noises for him that you barely even recognize yourself.
“Taking me so good baby, fuck” he growls, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips while he pounds you into submission. You cry out when he hits a particularly deep spot and he takes that information and runs with it. Rutting into you over and over again at the same angle, teeth bared, neck veins prominent and breathing labored with his exerted efforts.
“Oh my god, right there, yes” you cry as you feel your walls begin to flutter. “Oh I’m so close”
"Let go baby, let go" Dave commands, slamming into you over and over. His right hand comes down so his thumb can press into your clit and you come almost immediately; hips arching off the bed as best they can given your position and Dave chases every last second of your release as you gush around him until your hips slow and you finally begin to settle again, little whimpers of 'oh my god' and Dave's name falling from your lips.
“Fuck!” Dave growls again and finally gives you some relief for your legs and untangles your limbs to wrap your legs around his waist instead as he begins to grind into you. "So good baby" he praises.
He continues to rut into you and it's not long before you're feeling another orgasm coming on on fast and strong, hot on the heels of your last one. His right hand leaves your hip and you hear some rustling around. You try to crane your neck the best you can to see what's going on but it turns out you don't need to see, the faint buzzing sound coming to life let's you know exactly what he'd been digging around your nightstand for.
"Want you to scream for me Sweetheart" Dave grunts as he lowers the bulbous head of the vibrator wand to your clit and presses down.
"Oh fuck!" You cry out, hips jolting at the sudden infliction but Dave brings his other hand to press down on your stomach, holding you still before he begins fucking into you again at the same angle as earlier. His hips thrust rough and fast while he presses the wand tightly against your clit and rubs it around in tight little circles, feeling your impending orgasm approach again as your legs tighten around his waist and he hears you gasp.
"Oh keep going, oh please, please, please" you cry, edging on the cusp of orgasm, every nerve ending in your body tingling and begging for release. Your toes curl inward and your ankles lock around the small of Dave's back as little white spots start to form around your vision when your eyes squeeze shut.
"Oh god, oh yes. Fuck, yes, yes, yes, ohhhhh!" You come with a scream, your orgasm lasting for several long seconds as your back arches off the bed and your hands fist into the bed covers beneath you. You can feel your release gushing out of you like a steady stream and you’re so fucked out you feel like you could pass out. Dave doesn't let up either. He thankfully tosses the toy aside but continues fucking you through it the whole time until your walls finally begin to unclench and the death grip your legs had around his waist loosens.
“Holy shit” you breathe out in a little laugh, your post orgasmic haze giving you the giggles. Dave slows, thankfully, to just lazy little thrusts. He’s still rock hard inside you so you know he hasn’t finished yet but he’s giving you some reprieve it seems, slowly fucking you down from your high.
Both his hands come to lay flat on your stomach and smooth upwards until he has your breasts in his large palms, gently massaging them in his grasp. “Look at you, fucking cockdrunk” Dave tuts, but you can see the little smile on his lips, pleased with himself that he’s gotten you into this euphoric state. You find it wildly arousing that he has zero qualms about using toys to help you achieve greater orgasms. Others you had been with in the past, Marcus excluded, had been weird about it. Almost jealous like they're in competition with an inanimate object. You found in your experience it took a confident man to use them with you and nothing was sexier than confidence. The wand itself had actually been a gift from Marcus and the two of you had used it on many occasions. You can't see him now from the way you're lying on the bed as he's behind you on the other side of the room but you don't doubt that little show likely really worked him up.
One of Dave's hand leaves your breast to grip around his cock as he pulls out of you, ignoring your little whine at the loss. Still hard and heavy in his own hand he slaps his dick against your clit once, twice and a final third time and something between a high-pitched gasp and a giggle escapes you with how oversensitive you are.
“Holy shit. I can’t, I can’t” you whimper giddily, wriggling in his grasp and your hand instinctively goes to your mound, cupping it to shield it from Dave's delightful torture.
“Sorry Pike,” Dave frowns as he speaks to your husbands but his eyes don’t leave you. “Think this pussy’s closed for business for tonight but don’t worry, her mouth is like a goddamn 7-11. Never fucking closes, isn’t that right baby?” Dave huffs a little laugh at you before yanking you upright on the bed by your arms. You let out a surprised little shriek, laughter bubbling out of you again as he positions you onto your knees in front of him.
“You wanna suck my cock Princess? Hmmm?” He asks, mouth at your neck now that you’re eye level with each other again and leaving little tiny nips and kisses down the side of it until he reaches your collarbone and then starts his ascent back up the way he came.
His hands come up between your bodies and grab for both breasts, pushing them together and massaging roughly in his large hands.
“Or I could fuck your tits” he breathes into your ear. “These perfect fucking tits” he praises, releasing one just long enough to be able to pinch and pull at the taught nipple and you whimper, pulling your lip between your teeth and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Tell me what you want, baby. I’m feeling generous, since you were such a good girl for me. Taking me so well and cumming all over my cock" he whispers filthily against your ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth and moaning around it.
You take a minute to respond. You know what you want to say, you’re just working yourself up to say it out loud and maybe Dave can sense it in you because he doesn’t push, just waits for your answer he knows will come soon enough, whatever it is. You wrap your arms a little tighter and he reciprocates, letting go of your chest to wrap his arms around your back.
You hug him to you for long moments, hand pushing through his hair as he just nuzzles into your neck and lets you hold him.
“What is it baby?” He asks, surprisingly softly.
You take a deep breath.
“I think… I wanna try it tonight” you whisper into his ear and you feel his shoulders tense. He knows exactly what you’re referring to and he pushes away from you slightly until you’re face to face.
“Are you sure?” He asks, needing you to be one hundred percent certain.
You nod your head. “I’m ready, I want to” you tell him and his mouth is instantly on yours, kissing you soundly until he finally releases you and cradles your face in his hands, making eye contact with you searching your gaze for any lingering doubt that may be there.
“Will you just um… be gentle with me? I know you’ve wanted to do this for a while but,”
“I will” he affirms, cutting you off mid-sentence. He knows what you’re thinking. The way he’s spoken about it before, about ruining you. It was just that, talk. He’d never actually hurt you and he knows you’ve never done this before so he’ll go as slow as you need him to your first time and you can build up to everything else another time, only if you want of course.
You start unbuttoning his shirt, popping them open one by one in a line down his chest and he allows it, knowing your nerves are a little on edge and you just need a moment before the inevitable happens. Besides that he knows you prefer him naked rather than clothed while he’s with you and while sometimes he keeps them on, probably as a power move as much as anything else, other times he seems just as adamant as you are to feel you skin to skin.
Once you’ve got all the buttons free you push it from his shoulders and he shrugs it off the rest of the way and tosses it to the floor. Your hands go back to his shoulders and then smooth down the hard plane of his chest, his softer stomach and then finally rest at the waistband of his pants that are surprisingly still mostly in place, just his button and fly open and the front of his boxers shoved down just enough so that his now semi-hard cock hangs free.
He’s being surprisingly patient with you, letting you do whatever you want with him and it’s rare that he does so you take your time with it. You lean forward and bring your mouth to his jaw, peppering kisses to it while your hands busy themselves shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs and he helps by shoving them the rest of the way down and kicking out of them. Your mouth trails down to the column of his throat where you kiss and lick and suck on every inch of him and your right hand goes to his cock and begins stroking him to full mast once again.
"Can I suck you a little bit first?" You ask sweetly, voice barely above a whisper. He knows it's to buy yourself some time as much as anything else but he nods his head and plants a kiss into your hair.
"Of course you can baby"
You get down on all fours and promptly take him into your mouth. He moans as your lips envelop him and your warm tongue strokes along his length but unlike usual he doesn't grab your hair or force himself down your throat, just lets you go at your own pace while he leans back and enjoys every second.
"That's good baby, suck that cock, just like that" he hums his praise for you, eyes closed and one hand gently stroking through your hair. You moan into him, always eager for any praise he gives you, and bring your hand up to wrap around whatever part of him doesn't fit into your mouth and time your strokes with the bobs of your head while you swallow him down. After a couple of minutes you're feeling your nerves settle again and your actions slow to take him long and deep into your throat a few times before you finally pull back and pepper little kisses to the tip instead, tongue darting out to give tiny kitten licks to his leaking slit.
"Feel better now?" Dave chuckles at you, hand wrapping gently around your chin to tilt your face up to look at him. "Just needed a taste of your Daddy's cock, hmm?"
"Yes" you're smiling widely up at him, gaze trained on his as your tongue sticks out for one final lick. "Tastes so good"
"I'm gonna get you ready now, ok?" He explains and you nod your head, feeling ready to get started. "Turn around" he instructs next and you obey, staying on hands and knees but turning to face the opposite direction. Your gaze falls on Marcus finally for pretty much the first time since you'd come up to the bedroom. He's down to just his t-shirt and boxer briefs and he's slowly palming and stroking himself over top of the black cotton.
"Hi baby" he smiles at you before he pushes himself up from the chair, takes the few small steps to the edge of the bed and then leans down, wrapping a hand around your chin and then kissing you soundly. You moan into his mouth, pleased to grant access to his tongue as it seeks out and entangles with yours. While Marcus distracts you with his kisses Dave starts massaging the globes of your ass and gently spreading your cheeks, repeating the action a few times and you're smiling into Marcus' lips as he continues to swallow down all your little moans.
"Oh!" you let out a little gasp and your body jerks as you feel the hot wet press of what can only be Dave's tongue suddenly against you, licking a long, slow stripe with the flat of his tongue.
"Oh fuck" you whimper in a little cry, lips breaking away from Marcus to pull your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes closing without your permission when Dave groans his appreciation for your taste into your tight hole. His hands continue to massage as his tongue licks and prods at your entrance and a shudder racks your entire body
"Oh my god baby, fuck" Marcus breathes, planting his lips to your forehead and holding your face in his large hands. "Feels good huh?"
"Mmm hmm," you manage with a broken sob. "Oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck." With all the territory you had ventured into with Dave so far, rimming had not been a part of it yet and it's not even something you knew you wanted or needed so desperately until this moment.
"God that feels so good, fuck!" you curse, letting Dave know exactly how good he's making you feel and you feel as much as you hear him chuckle a little laugh against you but he otherwise doesn't let up. His tongue alternates between stiffening and relaxing as he licks and kisses and nudges at the tight ring of muscle and your whole body trembles with the effort to keep yourself upright, your limbs turning to jelly as he slowly licks you open.
"Shit" Marcus groans, all your little whines and whimpers driving him mad with want. Despite what he told himself for tonight he can't help it any longer. His hand leaves your face and goes to tug his boxers down to his thigh as he wraps a hand around the base of his leaking cock and squeezes. "Baby, please" he whines, not needing to elaborate. You already know exactly what he needs so when he kneels on the bed right in front of you, you waste no time in lowering your head to take his throbbing length into your mouth.
"Oh yeah, fuck baby" Marcus breathes, head falling back as his hand gently plays in your hair. "Oh you feel so good" he praises, sounding wrecked already. In his defence the two of you have been abstaining for far too long and he's already had to witness you through multiple orgasms tonight, you're surprised he's held out as long as he has.
Dave's tongue finally leaves you as he pulls back slightly and you hear him let out a low whistle when he sees you with Marcus halfway down your throat at the other end of the bed. "Perfect goddamn slut you are" he growls before he nips playfully at the meat of your left cheek and you jump slightly, needing to pull off of Marcus for a second when you let out a little laugh.
"Who says you get to have all the fun?" You tease and that earns you another little nip, this time to the other cheek.
"Fun? Baby I haven't even begun to have my fun with this sweet little ass yet" He chuckles before landing a light swat with his right palm and then grabs a handful of your ass in a quick squeeze. "Now you get back to minding your own business up there and leave me to mine back here" he orders, giving you another quick little swat and you gasp out but then quickly obey, lips enveloping around Marcus' length again and moaning around him as you take him as deeply down your throat as you can and begin to suck.
"Fuck, slow baby, slow" Marcus hisses, hand gripping into your hair and easing you off of him. "I wanna last"
"Sorry" you giggle. "Just taste so good baby" you hum against him before peppering little kisses and licks to his tip. You're distracted, momentarily, when you feel oily slick fingers at your hole, Dave gently smearing the lubricant around and you swallow down a moan, your eyes closing again as you anticipate what's to come. His fingers leave you for a moment and you hear the lid of the bottle snap shut again and the distinct lewd sounds of Dave pumping his own cock as he coats himself with the lube.
"Relax now for me baby, just like we practiced" Dave says calmly, fingers coming to gently trace and prod at your entrance. You moan and then needing the distraction, your mouth wraps around Marcus again, this time taking him slowly. Only about half of his length fits comfortably in your mouth and you gently begin to bob your head up and down on him as Dave continues to tease your asshole.
"Ohhhh, that's it" Marcus breathes out, both hands in your hair now gently gathering it so he can hold it in one and get a better view of you swallowing him down. "Just like that, nice and slow" he praises.
"Nice and slow," Dave reiterates as he gently and slowly pushes his index finger inside of you all the way to his second knuckle and he smirks as he hears you moaning around Marcus. He pumps his digit in and out a few times and when it begins to slide in and out easily he adds his second finger as well, stilling them inside you a moment to get used to them until he feels your muscles relax again.
"That's my good girl, you can take it" he praises as he slowly starts to pump them into you. "Gonna feel so good around my cock baby" he groans.
"Oh my god," you whimper, needing to pull off of Marcus for a moment as Dave continues working you open, fingers alternating from pumping in and out of you to scissoring you open. You crane your neck around best you can to look back at him, mouth hanging open and eyes half lidded as they fall on Dave who looks deeply concentrated as he buries his fingers in your ass.
"Do you want your toy for a bit first?" He asks, referring to the plug he's bought you but you quickly shake your head.
"Just want you, please"
Surprisingly you don’t feel that nervous. You’d had enough “practice” now with Dave, as he liked to call it, the last few times you’d seen him and occasionally on your own when the mood struck you and so now you're feeling ready. You tried not to get in your head though, didn’t go into tonight assuming this would happen, though you wanted it to and had gotten yourself prepared earlier just in case. You just told yourself if you wanted to go for it, you could but if not, you didn’t have to. You didn’t mention it to Dave or even Marcus beforehand, in case you didn’t end up wanting to going through with it. You didn’t want any added pressure.
“Help her relax,” Dave directs Marcus calmly and Marcus nods, his free hand smoothing down your back in a gentle caress.
“I’ve got you baby, I'm right here” he whispers and you smile, turning back to him, your head tilting up so your gaze finds his above you.
“I know”
Dave gently removes his fingers from you and you feel it then, the press of his tip gently notching at your entrance.
“Ok?” He asks as he smooths his hands over your ass and begins a gentle massage.
“Yeah,” you nod.
“If you want to stop, just say the word. I promise I’ll stop”
“I know” you confirm, turning your head back to make eye contact with him.
“Ok” he nods and then wraps his right hand around his shaft while his left helps spread your cheeks open and he tentatively pushes forward. The tip of his dick kisses at your puckered hole and despite what you told yourself a million times you weren’t going to do, you feel your body tense at the threat of intrusion.
“Relax baby” Dave soothes, tip still resting just outside your entrance as his hand smooths down your hip. “You’ve gotta relax your muscles, I don’t want it to hurt you”
“I know, I’m sorry” you take a steadying breath and close your eyes turning back towards Marcus in an attempt to let all your anxiety out.
“Don’t apologize” Dave tells you softly, giving your hip a little squeeze. “You’re ok baby”
You look up to Marcus again, silent plea behind your eyes and he flashes you a warm smile, knowing what you need.
His hand leaves your back and he brings it to his mouth, sucking two fingers into it and then reaching underneath you until his digits find your aching clit and begin to gently circle the needy little bundle of nerves and a string of small little whimpers leave your lips.
“That’s better isn’t it. You like when Marcus plays with your little pussy, baby?” Dave begins again, slipping back into his role as his head notches at your entrance again and his hand goes back to smoothing over the rounded curve of your ass.
“Mmm hmm” your eyes close voluntarily as Marcus lulls you into a comforting bliss by his little barely-there touches below you. His free hand goes to stroke himself and your eyes open when he positions his leaking member back to your face. You surge forward, eager to have him back in your mouth and a long moan escapes you as your lips fully envelop him once more.
“Feels good, huh? Fingers in your needy little cunt, cock shoved deep in that pretty mouth” Dave comments and you can practically hear him grinning.
He’s distracting you, and to his credit, it’s working. Your eyes close again, your muscles relax and this time when Dave begins to push past the tight ring of muscle your body doesn’t fight it and he’s able to sink his head all the way inside.
“Fuuuckkkkk” Dave groans, looking down to see his tip disappear inside your ass.
“So good for me baby” he praises, leaning down to place a kiss on your back before straightening back up again so he can watch what he's doing. “You look so fucking good stretched around my cock, Jesus Christ”
“Oh my god” you whine, lips popping off of Marcus momentarily. There’s a stretch for sure and it’s borderline painful but he also feels really fucking good and you need more of it. You know you can take him further and that the more you take, the better it's going to feel and your body will adjust until it’s only pleasure you’re feeling.
“More, I can take more!” you plead.
“God Damn baby, didn’t I tell you one day you’d be begging me to fuck this tight little asshole” he grins as he pushes in further still until he’s about halfway and begins to give you shallow little thrusts.
“Oh yeah, take it, just like that. Fuck,” he curses, hands going to your waist to grip at your hips.
You begin to whimper and whine and rock your hips into Dave while Marcus continues to tease your clit and everything feels so good everywhere you don’t know where to look or who to cry out to so you just close your eyes instead and let your body absorb all the pleasure it’s receiving. Your mouth goes back to Marcus, sloppily sucking and sliding him down your throat as he helps by rutting his hips into you, knowing whatever ounce of concentration you did have was gone out the window the moment Dave sunk his cock inside you.
“Oh god you’re so fucking good, my beautiful girl” Dave groans, sliding in further still and your brain, as fucked out as it may be in this moment, doesn’t fail to notice the new little endearment that’s slipped from him.
Whore? Slut? Baby? Sure. But.. Beautiful girl? My beautiful girl? No, that was definitely new.
He keeps up his steady pace, rocking into you and sliding in just a little further each time until he’s fully sheathed inside and can start fucking you in earnest now that you’re freely moaning and whimpering beneath him he knows there’s no more discomfort, only pleasure. He arches his spine, one hand on his own lower back to control the push of his hips and the other holds your hip as he slowly rocks in and out of you, holding back his own release by no small amount of effort while he waits for you to finally peak once more. You’re close, he knows. Have been for several minutes as your whole body writhes below him, fingers gripping at the bed sheets, leg muscles trembling and back arching to push your ass further against him, he sees how close to the edge you are on every inch of your body.
“Feels so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck” you cry out, mouth tearing off of Marcus once more as you attempt to look behind you. You're so close to finishing but trying to hold out as long as possible. Having both Marcus and Dave pleasuring you at the same time might be your favorite thing in the whole world. “Oh my god, keep going, please!”
“Yeah you love being so fucking full of me, don’t you?” Dave huffs.
“Mmmhmm” you bite your lip. “I love it. Love taking your big cock in my ass”
“Jesus fuck!” You hear Marcus groan above you and he takes himself in hand and gives a few hasty tugs.
“Yeah you're not the only one who fucking loves it" Dave laughs at how wrecked the younger mans become. “Suck his cock baby, want him to cum so I can fuck you properly and he can watch how good this tight little asshole swallows my whole goddamn cock”
"Oh fuck," Marcus groans as you take him back into your eager mouth. Your hand wraps around the base and strokes in time with your mouth as you slide up and down his length taking as much as of him as you can, sucking and licking and swallowing him down with renewed enthusiasm.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum" Marcus whines, hand gently threading through your hair again as he continues to pump his hips. "Baby," he lets out as a final warning but you don't let off, just continue sucking him until he surges forward with a final groan and stills his hips as he lets go and you eagerly suck and lick every last drop from him, finally pulling off with a pop and a strangled breath leaving your lips from your effort.
"Oh my god," Marcus groans, sitting back on his heels. "Fucking incredible baby" he hums, hand leaving your hair to cup your cheek. Dave has stilled inside you, apparently needing a minute himself as his own impending orgasm looms threateningly.
"Turn over baby, get comfortable up at the top of the bed" Dave instructs next, slowly pulling out of you and you can feel every ridge and vein as he slowly drags his cock out of you. You whimper at the loss but obey, crawling up to the head of the bed and laying down on your back, head nestling into the pillows.
Finally Dave crawls up onto the bed himself, on his knees as he comes to settle between your legs, Marcus still sitting back on his heels next to him now.
"Still good?" Dave checks in, slowly smoothing his hands up and down your thighs.
"Mmm hmm," you nod your head eagerly, reaching out to place your hands on his forearms.
"Good" Dave gives you a little smile and then grabs at your calves, bringing your legs up to rest on his shoulders and then using his hand to line himself back up at your entrance. He pauses for a moment and reaches over to the earlier discarded bottle of lubricant and squeezes a few drops onto himself, coating his shaft liberally before tossing the bottle aside again. He pushes forward with one long forceful thrust, fully sheathing himself back into your used hole and a guttural moan escapes you when he fully bottoms out, his whole body leaned over you pressing your knees into your shoulders with how he has you practically folded in half.
"Shit" Dave growls and then presses further forward, lips capturing yours in a heated kiss and you both swallow each others moans. "Are you ready?" He asks, pulling back slightly and you nod your head. He pulls his hips back and then begins rocking into you. Slow, deep and hard thrusts in a steady rhythm that has your mouth falling open as you pant and gasp beneath him, hands gripping at his shoulders, elbows, the back of his head, whatever body part of his you can reach to grab hold of.
"God I love fucking you" he confesses in a breathy whisper, burying his face in your throat. "You're so goddamn perfect"
You whimper at his praise, hands burying in his hair as you hold him close and take every thrust he has to give you. His breath is coming out hard and fast against your throat as he loses himself fucking into you.
"Not... gonna last" he groans and brings a hand into the limited space between your bodies so he can rub your clit, desperate to get you over the edge before he falls over it himself.
"Oh, yes, right there" you whine as his deft fingers press deliciously into the perfect spot, pads of his fingers rotating in small precise circles with a steadying pressure and it's not long before you fall apart once more, a strangled sob leaving your throat.
"Good girl. Good fucking girl" He growls, removing his hand and giving a few more forceful thrusts before he pulls out of you, gets up on his knees and begins jerking his cock until ropes of his cum paint your stomach.
"Fuck," he groans, milking himself of every last drop, his free hand coming down to grip at your hip. You watch him above you as he falls apart, beautifully blissed out expression on his handsome face as his gaze locks onto yours, never faltering. "Oh my god you did so good" he praises, hand letting go of his spent dick and he wraps his arm around Marcus' shoulders next to him like he might fall over if he doesn't have something to hang onto. "Fuck she's amazing" Dave murmurs to Marcus, giving his far shoulder a squeeze.
“Let me get a towel” Marcus offers, pushing himself off the bed. He walks up to the head of the bed first and leans down to kiss your forehead before he heads off to the bathroom and you hear the water begin running.
"C'mere" you tell Dave, reaching your arms out to him and surprisingly he leans down into you so you can wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down to rest on top of you. He pushes his hands underneath you, up your back to your shoulders between you and the mattress to hold you while keeping himself slightly propped up on his elbows now to keep from crushing you while he nuzzles into the side of your face.
“Are you okay Sweetheart?” He asks, a soft whisper against your ear, just wanting to make sure he wasn’t too rough with you.
You nod against him. “It was perfect, you were perfect” you praise him for once, pressing a kiss into his temple and then running a hand through his hair.
He hums into your skin and you continue to just hold him and stroke through his hair. He’s rightfully exhausted after what he just put you through and you’ve noticed he never really takes any time for himself afterwards. He always just puts his clothes back on and is out the door while his cum is still drying on whatever body part of yours he spilled it on so now while you’ve got him in your arms you want to keep him there for as long as he’ll allow it.
Neither of you have noticed either that the water had stopped running in the ensuite. Marcus stands at the doorway that joins the two rooms, leaning against it and just letting the two of you have your moment. He knows he’s particularly needy after he cums, demanding of your attention and needing to be wrapped up with you immediately after which tends to leave Dave to have no choice but push himself up out of the bed and leave the couple in love to have their private intimate moment. He supposes he’s never thought about it from either of your perspectives before or what you might want. He never pegged Dave for the warm and cuddly type but watching the two of you now he thinks maybe there’s a lot more to him than what’s just apparent on the surface.
At the end of the day Dave wasn’t just some whore you paid for a night to spice up your married life. He was your friend. A person with real feelings and emotions beyond just physical desires, presumably. Marcus had already begun to feel himself getting a little more attached to Dave with each time you all saw each other and it was obvious to him that you were growing attached as well. He doesn’t know what the feeling he has is when he’s around Dave. It’s not overtly sexual, though he won’t deny that it does come into play occasionally in the heat of the moment and he certainly doesn’t dislike it. It’s more of an affection, he supposes. He has affection for Dave. Cares for him, more than he knows simple ‘friends’ or work colleagues do for each other.
He watches a moment longer as the two of you lie in each other's embrace and joke and laugh in little whispers that Marcus’ ears can’t pick up and he can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips. Maybe he should be jealous, because that’s normally him you’re doing that with while Dave is halfway down the driveway, but he’s not jealous. Seeing the two people he cares so much for being happy, simply put, it makes him happy.
He pushes off the doorframe and finally wanders into the room, two warm washcloths in his hands.
“Here,” he offers, standing next to the bed and Dave pushes himself up slightly off of you as you both turn towards Marcus.
Dave accepts the warm towel from Marcus and rolls off of you onto his back on the other side and gets to task of cleaning himself off while Marcus takes a seat down at the edge of the bed next to your hip and gently starts brushing the washcloth over your stomach, between your legs and pushing further back to clean up any of the leftover oily slick from the lubricant.
“You did so good baby” Marcus is grinning as he continues to carefully wipe the cloth around you.
“She did do good. Very good,” Dave adds, looking over at you and placing a hand on the top of your thigh and giving a gentle squeeze. “You been practicing without me?” He asks, referring to the toy he bought you that you had used a couple of times with him now.
You give a shy little nod of your head at his question and his eyebrows raise as he turns his gaze to Marcus.
“Not with me” Marcus pipes up innocently, raising his hands in the air and a hint of laughter in his tone.
“I may have just… worn it around the house a bit the last couple days while Marcus was at work, you know just doing housework and stuff” you admit shyly, shrugging your shoulders and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and Dave lets out a long groan, covering his face with his hands as he lets his head fall back into the pillows.
“Jesus you’re gonna get me fucking hard again”
“Mmm, maybe that was my plan all along” you begin teasingly, your own hand landing on his thigh and grabbing a handful of meaty flesh close enough to his groin that his hips jerk involuntarily. “Keep you here all night with us”
He laughs at that. “Babydoll you couldn’t handle me all night” he teases. “Wouldn’t be a hole of yours left that I didn’t ruin”
“Hey, don’t threaten me with a good time” you tease right back. “Besides, my gorgeous husband here knows just how to kiss me all better, don’t you baby?” You ask, eyes peering up at Marcus who’s still got an ear-to-ear smile on his face.
“Guilty as charged” Marcus sighs and then playfully sticks his tongue out at you.
Despite your little half-joking, half-serious comments Dave pushes himself up out of the bed and begins wandering the room and picking up all his scattered clothing and getting redressed and you ignore the way your heart drops a little bit in your chest that he has to go, though you know he needs to. That’s how this goes between the three of you.
You push yourself up into a seated position, knees up and hands wrapped around your legs as you rest your cheek on top of your knee watching Dave as he does up the final couple of buttons on his shirt until he’s looking no worse for the wear again.
“See you in two weeks then?” He asks casually, looking over to you and Marcus.
“Oh, actually it's her birthday in two weeks” Marcus mentions, a smile spreading at his lips. He always loved spoiling you on your birthday and you don’t doubt whatever surprise he has planned for you this year will be as good as every previous one.
“Oh, well, happy almost birthday then” Dave winks at you. “So in a month then” he shrugs and you have to actively stop your face from frowning.
A month?!
It made sense though. You knew now that Dave got his children every other weekend and with your busy weekday work lives the weekends made the most sense so that’s how the whole ‘every two weeks’ had started in the first place but with your birthday coming up you wouldn’t dream of asking Marcus to change any plans around to incorporate Dave into your weekend because knowing Marcus he would, even if did or didn’t want to. He’s likely had whatever he was going to do for your birthday planned for months, he always did, and you wouldn’t ask him to change that.
“Sounds good” Marcus confirms for you both and he stands up from the bed, leaving room so Dave can come over and say goodbye to you.
Dave crosses the room, brings a single finger down to your chin and lifts it up towards him then leans in and presses a quick kiss to your lips and pulls away with a little wink.
“Get your rest now baby, you deserve it”
“Night Dave” you offer him a small smile and try not to let the disappointment show on your face.
“‘Till next time then?” He says to Marcus as they face each other halfway between the bed and the bedroom door.
“‘Till next time” Marcus nods and lands a hand on Dave’s shoulder and gives a quick squeeze before he releases him. “Do you mind just hitting the lock button on the keypad on your way out?”
“Yeah I got it” Dave nods. “Goodnight” he offers one final time with a quick wave of his hand towards the both of you then turns on his heel and he’s out the door, heavy footfalls echoing down the stairs.
Marcus makes his way over to you and you reach for him, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. "Will you take a bath with me, Husband?” You ask sweetly against his lips. Nearly all your muscles are sore after the vigorous sexcapades you just endured and you could use a good soak, not to mention a more thorough cleaning than just a washcloth between your legs from all the sweat and saliva and whatever remnants of any other fluids may be left behind on your body.
“Sounds like heaven, baby” he smiles warmly at you.
*****
The next morning you wake up to a text from Dave in your group chat checking in with you, asking if you're ok and how you're feeling this morning. You try to ignore the little flutter in your chest as you read over his words several more times than necessary, biting back the little smile that tugs at your lips while arousal begins to pool in your lower belly when memories from last night come flooding back to you. You decide you'll reply to him later when you can form a coherent thought. For now, you need to wake up your husband. Again.
This was a loooong chapter. Thanks for sticking with it to the end! By the way, let me know in a reply or a message if you're interested in more physical/sexual interaction between Dave and Marcus, or if you prefer it how it is now. I've been debating with this aspect of the story for a while but ultimately I'm writing it for you guys so... let me know what you want!
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This is an ask for cant believe she is gone. Can you write a sirius x shy reader where she's very quiet one. She thinks she doesnt deserve him and then sees him with another girl although the girl might've surprised Sirius out of nowhere or someone in polyjuice pretending to be him.
She backs away from him and you can decide what happens but please a fluffy and happy end.
Flowers
Sirius Black x fem! shy! reader
Summary: Y/n is the polar opposite of her boyfriend but after seeing a girl flirt with him all through class, she doesn’t feel good enough
Warnings: swearing, hurt/comfort, established relationship, James being the best, mentions of sex and kissing
A/n: 1.9k words, thank you x that’s so sweet of you to say! I hope you like it 💛
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Clutching your books to your chest, you entered Herbology, about to walk over to your normal spot but it was already taken by someone else. You couldn't see their face, just that they had brown hair and from their cloak was a Ravenclaw. You stood there for longer than you should of, debating whether to go up and ask for your normal seat, next to your prefect boyfriend…or to just find the next available one
Your decision was made for you when the girls fingers run up and down your boyfriends’ arm. Turning away, you spot James trying to make something out of paper in the back so you head over
He doesn’t react when you sit down, just continues making what you think is a flower as he follows steps written on his arm “This look like a…” he holds it up to you, but from his confused look he was clearly expecting his usual partner
Sirius and James used to sit together, but when Sirius took an interest in you he switched seats so he could be close. James didn’t mind at all, he knew Sirius would do the same for him if it meant he could sit next to a certain Miss Evans
James looks over towards Sirius but you keep your eyes trained on the weirdly shaped flower he was still half holding up “What'd he do?” he asks and your eyes snap towards him “I swear whatever it was he’s probably not even realised” he continues, his words more than genuine but it didn’t make you feel better
You weren’t much of a talker, sure you had gotten comfier with Sirius’ friends but your words were still barley a whisper “Nothing”
He tilts his head “Then why you sitting here? Not that I don’t enjoy the lovely company…the Ravenclaw I’m usually with talks all the bloody time” he chuckles to himself and you smile shyly
“My seats taken” you say simply, not sure if James can pick up the sadness in your voice
He did, and his heart ached for you. Sirius had confessed to him that he was scared he was too much for you, of course he didn’t know you felt too little for him. Ironic that in reality you were the perfect balance
“Well” James smiles at you, deciding, as future best man at your wedding, he should cheer you up “Does this look like a flower?” he holds the paper towards you, twirling it around
James was a goofy person…not as cute a goof as your guy but still it was endearing. You shake your head, nose crunching
He lets out a laugh, one attracting the rooms attention “Fuck” he shakes his head, tone light-hearted “It’s supposed to be a cherry blossom” he explains and then goes on to show how sweet James Potter could really be “You see once in like 2nd year, Lily said that she hates flowers because they die. So I was out with your Sirius this summer and saw this book for making origami flowers...and now I want to make her a bouquet of them because they’ll last forever” he smiles as he talks, Lily was a very lucky girl
“If she doesn’t love you for that then she’s silly” you tell him in probably the longest sentence he’d ever heard from you
He smiles “Thanks futures Mrs Pads” he winks and your eyes widen
James chuckled to himself at how worked up you got over being called Sirius’ future misses as class began. While you just focused on the passage of your book, he caught the eye of Sirius who gave him a small smile mouthing
‘She okay?’
James bobs his head, holding up his hand and teetering it, watching as Sirius’ eyebrows knitted
‘why is talk-y girl sitting there’ James gestures with his hand
Sirius rolls his eyes 'She needed help with something’ he answers shrugging
The girl had come to ask him a question and he obliged, of course by the time she had stop talking enough for him to actually answer said question class had started and he could not longer ask her to politely fuck off.
He tries to catch your eye but you won’t look at him so he turns his gaze to James ‘Don’t let her leave’ he asks
James nods giving him a little salute before holding up a flower for judgement, poking his cheek smiling as Sirius mouths ‘pish mate’ before turning around to face the front
You couldn’t pay attention during class, your were supposed to be cutting samples and then identifying them, but really it was spent trying to ignore the girls giggles at your boyfriend and watching James make his the little flowers. You offered to help but he said it wouldn’t mean as much if he didn’t make them himself, and you thought that was so sweet
You wondered if Sirius would want someone to do that for him, so you started making him a little flower, following one of the more complex guides since James decided to just plop the book on the desk, since his written instructs were all smudged and he now had the words ‘fold three times’ written backwards on his cheek
Near the end of class, you saw Sirius smiling and talking with the girl, watching her fill in the conversation and him nodding along. Looking down at your little flower you shoved it in your cloaks pocket, realising that it was a silly thing to make him amd really everything you could offer was kind of silly. You barely talked in public, got flustered easliy, not to mention you couldn't even go up and ask someone for your own seat...it was no wonder people questioned whether you two were actually together.
When class ended you pretty much bolted out of the class room, so fast that James only turned away to pick up his bag then you were gone
“Where is she?” Sirius comes up to the desk, watching as James comedically looks around
James cringes “I had one job” he admits nodding
Sirius nods too “You had one job” he repeats beginning to walk out before stopping “Yes…yes…no… definitely no…yes” he points to the assortment of flowers “I’m still mad at you though...but these are pretty and that one matches your eyes” he points at James before walking out leaving the boy chuckling
As Sirius gets out of the class he sees you quickly making your way around the large courtyard, since after a prank last week there were now hedges in the way of the regular path to the castle entrance
“This is gonna hurt” he prepares himself running towards the hedges and jumping over them, thank merlin of his padfoot side or there was no way he could jump high enough
You were still in your rush when someone landed, quite literally in front of you…and you soon realised that someone was your boyfriend
“Siri?” you say mostly to yourself, hearing giggles and laughs from other passing near by
He groans turning onto his side, leaning on his elbow “Hello darling” he winks, clearly out of breath and in immense pain but still his smooth flirty self
“Are you okay?” you crouch in front of him, looking a little worried
He nods, shifting to sit up on the ground “I am now” he reaches his hand out, thumb flicking over your cheek
Your smiles tug up but your insecurities come back as the girl from earlier passes
“Thanks Siri” she says in flirty tone
He smiles at her giving an awkward kind of wave before turning to look at you, heart aching as he sees your saddened look, chewing your gum bellow your lips, a habit he noticed you did when you were upset
“Darlin” he gets your attention but his sudden movement closer spooks you and you fall onto your arse, skirt flipping up, not so much you were exposed but from his angle he couldn’t help admiring just a little
He leans forward “You okay?” he asks
You nod your head, shying away as people pass
“Hey!” you let out a squeak at your boyfriends’ tone but then realise he’s talking to some Hufflepuff walking by “Only I get to look at her like that!” he warns him, looking slightly menacing before he turns to you, face softening “Sorry” he kisses your nose, fixing your skirt for you
“Thank you” you give him a tiny smile
His hands rest on your knees, chin leaning on them like he wasn’t in the middle of the courtyard or the path leading around it but in your dorm instead
“Missed you in class”
“You did?” you wonder tilting your head, he didn’t seem like he missed me, you think but feel guilty for it
“Course I did” he kisses your bare knee, thumbs rubbing gently into the skin
You bite your lip, looking around to see no one around, most now at their next class. You return back to him, thinking for a moment before you speak
“Why…” you hesitate “Why are you with me?”
He tilts his head in surprise “Why am I with you?” he repeats the question, making sure he heard it right
You nod
“Because I love you” he says with ease “And you make me happy, and on top of that you’re the most adorable person on the planet” he smiles at you, his heart aching you had to ask but he understood why you did
Your heart flutters but your insecurities remain
“I don’t talk a lot” you admit as if you’re trying to talk him out of his sweet confession
“And I talk too much” he tells you, shifting to sit next to you, his heart warming as you absentmindedly pick out a leaf from his hair
“Darling” he wraps his arm around you “Do you love me?” he asks, slight insecurity in his voice seeping through
You nod right away, shuffling closer into him and he kisses your temple
“Good, because I love you more than anything. More than stealing Remus’ chocolate, or James’ mums cooking, way more than pranking Slytherins and you know how excited I get about that...especially after” he says nudging his nose into your cheek and you giggle shyly “You’re the perfect girl for me, siriusly" you both giggle at that one before he cups your cheek "You’re more than enough y/n” he says firmly, looking in your eyes
“But I didn’t…”
“You didn’t need to say it because I have the same...yet opposite fear. I feel like I’m too much…that…” he takes a breath “That I’m just annoying you”
You pout at him “You aren’t annoying, I love listening to you talk…you have a nice voice” you confess taking your hand out of his hand reaching into your pocket, pulling out the flower “I made you this in class” you give it to him
His mouth parts looking at you then the flower, smiling brightly as he takes it “No one’s ever gave me a flower before” he takes it from you, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek
“You’re my flower” you say quietly
He nuzzles into your hair “And you’re mine” he whispers
You turn your head to face him, noses brushing before he leans in, lips meeting softly. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers hooking gently at your jawline to pull you just that little bit closer
"Why are you on the ground?" the two of you break away to see James with an amused smile, around 20 little paper flowers cradled in his arms
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König general/random headcanons
This is my first time literally ever doing this, so if it sucks I'm really sorry. This also took me freaking forever to put together cause my brains a mess, and even now I'm feeling like it isn't finished, even though it'd already SO LONG IM SORRY LOL. But it'll do for now. I'm also thinking about making a separate post for relationship and NSFW headcanons soon. I just uh. Haven't begun to really jot those thoughts down yet, eheh.
- despite his incredibly large size, if he doesn't want to be seen or noticed, he won't be. A good part of it due to his anxiety that brings a strong desire to avoid being the center of attention. Soft silent footsteps, slinking himself right into the most unnoticed parts of a place, encompassed in the shadows until by some chance, you catch a glimmer of those intense, unwavering, piercing eyes.
- those damn eyes, always scanning, observing, calculating. Staring right through your very soul. It'd be absolutely frightening if it weren't for his inability to not fidget slightly as he stared.
- not a man of many words either. Mostly made up of silent nods and gestures. Chit chat doesn't come easily to someone like him, so when he does speak, he speaks honest and direct. At times taken by others as too blunt or abrasive, contrary to his intentions.
- and of course once he's set loose on the battlefield, that quiet unnerving focus he exudes changes into something entirely different. Something *terrifying*. The embodiment of primal power, pure adrenaline, and even what may be a grotesque sense of humor and pleasure as he tears his way through the enemy
- part of it could be due to this sense of despair in his fellow man, maybe even humankind he feels. He knows too well of the evils that exist in this world, (and maybe the next he fears, for he is just as washed in blood)
- he admires his team a lot though, for their lack of judgement with him, and how they all work together so well, makes him appreciate their dynamics such as he appreciates pack animals in the wild.
- he deeply adores and respects nature and animals. And being the giant muscled athlete he is, lots of outdoor activities are very much to his liking. Hiking, rafting, climbing, etc. When in nature, he feels envy for the innocence and beauty he sees around him. As well as feeling a sense of relatability to the primal instincts and violence and death.
- because of the bullying he endured throughout his life, and because of his size, he would get into fights. A lot. To this day, it still happens actually. Usually ending up in bar fights. As much as he tries to keep himself from it, the habit is there, and he's never one to let rowdy douches in the bars get away with their nasty jabs and comments. He's also been known to get into some of these fights defending someone else. Can't stand to see bullying happen in front of him. But there's also this part of him that thinks he still goes out and gets into these fights because maybe deep down he enjoys it.
- can play the mouth harp. No I will not elaborate. Other than his deep love for music and desire to play instruments, but he always had a hard time being able to focus his hands. Often thought to himself his hands were only good for killing. Turns out he had a knack for the mouth harp though.
- I wouldn't go as far to say he's a religious or overly spiritual man, but he's very enthralled by things like old folklore, tales and stories of things in the wilderness that are best left unknown to man. Hes definitely experienced some things himself that he cant quite explain. One could say it's the cause of his respect and carefulness for the wild parts of the world around him. One could also say its just superstition. He's also very into learning about and hearing stories about such legends of other places, the countries his teammates are from, locals when he's traveling in an unfamiliar place, etc.
- if he is comfortable enough, like he is with his team, he's witty and snarky as fuck. He loves to banter and tell dry jokes and just being a little menace overall. Especially if he's enjoying some drinks and feeling loosened up.
- he has a soft side, and deep down is even a hopeless romantic, but even in his own mind, he's more monster than man. His gentleness is buried deep, except for his interactions with animals. He has always wanted a pet of his own, but knows with his way of life, it wouldn't be for the best. And something like a relationship, he doesn't even get any hopes up for.
- is also a bit of a pyromaniac.
- also a very prideful man. Which makes him competitive, and all the more reluctant to really open himself up. He hates feeling like anyone might be pitying him, and is forever in a mindset of proving himself, pushing himself, and becoming more and more stoic. The type to be most adamant about refusing help from someone.
- he's got an insanely quick wit, but also just incredibly smart and able to learn and pick up on things almost immediately. He's especially handy with things that are of the "take apart and put back together" variety. Hence why he was always fond of firearms.
- he knows women notice him, he notices them too. He knows he's attractive as well. But ever since a cruel joke played on him in his teen years, he finds it all the more difficult to trust women in any sort of romantic or intimate way. "Brawls with other men at least bring total honesty with them" he thinks. And all the better to keep him less distracted from work anyways, right?
- Roze basically forced him (and the whole squad) to learn how to braid to help her and Calisto before missions. König's actually pretty good at it too for it being a hand based task.
#könig#hes kind of sad#and messed up inside#könig imagine#könig headcanons#cod headcanons#mw2 headcanons#deff want to start some könig x reader type stuff soon#könig call of duty#if its giving you i can fix him vibes im on the right track lol#angst angst angst angst
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Of all the difficult choices in each season of TWDG, What would say are the ones that you struggled with the most for each season?
HMM good question. there are some choices i feel conflicted about when i get to them but these are for the most part the ones that i actively dread having to make (which i like 😏 those are the best choices). there are other choices throughout the series that i feel Bad about, but not necessarily conflicted. like. i Know what my choice is, but i still feel bad about the consequences 😔 these are the ones that i actually mentally find myself battling. i just love the kinds of choices that make me sit on a pause screen for too long when its really Not That Serious
S1: help lilly/help kenny - the circumstances of this choice are what make it hard. literally a ticking time bomb. do you try to save lillys father? even tho hes been nothing but a complete jackass to you AND the group this entire time and put himself in this situation? or do you try to save the group by destroying his brain before its too late? clem being there watching doesnt help because now theres the added layer of "do i brutally murder this man in front of this child even if it means saving her life?" i usually end up trying to help lilly just because i know kenny is gonna do it regardless (and i dont want her to feel completely ostracized by the group). the idea of puling this woman back from her dying father so we can brutally murder him in front of her is.... a lot. like.. you can TRY to save him you know?? even if he turns hed still have to get off the ground first just hold the salt lick ready kenny 💀 plus you still have to actually Die first before turning. theyd have a second to feel his pulse stop. but its a very hectic scene where youre forced to act first think later. and either way clem is forced to see it. the worst part about it is knowing kenny is gonna be on my ass about it even tho i side with him on LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE 😐😑
shoot lee/leave lee - its just 😭 telling this little girl to kill the one person she has left, moments after seeing her dead parents. its time for her to start doing the hard things. but to tell her to do THIS?? you are fucking that child up beyond belief. but also the guilt she'll carry if she DOESNT do it, knowing hes still in that jewelry store, possibly chained to it, forever (which the narrative impact of lee starting and ending the game in handcuffs (possibly a prisoner in his own body??) makes me SCREAM AND CRY LEEEEEEEEEEE THATS GOOD NARRATIVE BAYBEE).
S2: shoot kenny/look away - another "is clem ready to do this?" kind of moment. its time for her to start making her own choices. what does SHE want?? i think even a clem who shoots kenny is gonna be conflicted about it on some level. recently i played a clem who let kenny kill jane then shot him anyway. that was cool :) and the moment is way more dark than shooting him outright. no heartfelt goodbyes. just a tired "do it". oof. the set up for the kenny/jane fight is Not Good like we ALLLLLL KNOOWWW it shouldve been luke ok. but the choice itself is still a HUGE character moment for clem, and its one of my favorite and most dreaded choices in the series. how is clem feeling about kenny at this point? is shooting him something she can do?? before its too late?? or will she be paralyzed by choice? this is a choice she Never shouldve had to make, but here she is, and she has to. before time runs out. i like my clems alone so usually i either wait out the clock (no choice is still a choice. clem just cant do it but cant look away either) and stay at wellington (good alone ending), or i shoot him 1 of 2 ways (clem Can do it)(bad alone ending). shooting him after he kills jane is just like 2 birds one stone to me SHDHSJKDS 💀 and it hits that middle ground of being paralyzed by choice but still ultimately Making A Choice, just too late for it to matter to anyone but herself. and her line of dialogue finding aj alone "we're gonna be ok, we're gonna be ok" like shes trying to reassure herself more than anything WAAAHH i kinda liked it a Lot actually 👀
S3: ??? romancing kate or not i guess?? - its the only one that really made me feel conflicted (aside from maybe the conrad thing?? sorry clem but im gonna force you to stick around actually i like it for the Narrative and it makes gabe less annoying later. also conrads alright). do you respect your brother or do you get with his wife who hates him LOL. because its not one choice you make, not really. its one the game is constantly asking of you, putting you in situations where the choice needs to be made again and again until finally you make the Ultimate choice about it. people who complain about the game being so pushy about it are kinda funny to me because like, ya.. thats the whole point.... (ive pushed back defiantly Literally just because of how pushy the game is about it tho so like i get it) she is a temptation the game is intentionally dangling in front of javi. she is the Final source of conflict between the brothers. will he remain loyal or give into it? i say give in 😏 give david something to actually be mad about. ive both romanced her and not, and the game kinda feels stunted if you dont? like... i Get It. thats your brothers wife who is still wearing her ring after YEARS of him being gone. theres 😬 feelings there. but even if you dont romance her the game still punishes you by having her be weird about it in the garage in front of david anyway. i say do it even tho its messy. it makes the story more sound imo which S3 desperately needs at that point. javi can still feel bad about it. what DID david expect?? i love mess :)
S4: kill couple/send aj inside - i love a choice that gives me a lot to think about. even if the actual in game consequences are flimsy to none. with this choice specifically, what makes it hard is the fact that the couple asked to be left alone. if they were just two walkers it wouldve been a no brainer. but with their final request, it becomes a matter of respecting the dying wish of this sad couple (which becomes narratively relevant at the end of the game OUGH WHEN IT COMES BACK). and will you teach aj that respecting those wishes is important? he needs to learn to become self sufficient anyway. clem crawled through her own number of dangerous holes in her youth. but thats the other side of it. that clem, knowing personally how dangerous crawling into those spaces where no one could follow was, i dont know how comfortable she would be letting aj do the same. but also, she doesnt want him to grow up too hardened. if she kills this couple, its pushing him further into that hardened mindset. to do whatever you have to to survive, no matter the cost to others. its a choice i find myself sitting with the longest even tho its consequences are pretty much just 2 lines of dialogue ("that couple clem tried to Guilt me about" LMAO YEAH ITS TRUE AJ THIS IS A LEARNING MOMENT FOR YOU). but yeah this is a choice i have a 50/50 chance with going either way on. every time i kill the couple i feel so bad about it 😭 (and so does clem 🥺). it being more of a philosophical question instead of an actual gameplay decision is what i like about it
not sure/take things slow/girlfriends/kiss - NOT JOKING ABOUT THIS ONE its actually so hard for me HSDHSDJKSJKDJK i dont have a paragraph of reasons why tho i just love them all differently. the first two feel the most realistic. i do like the idea of taking things slow and the dialogue for it is really sweet. but also. they might die or be taken tonight. so one kiss before everything could come crashing down on them is nice. but also hearing them call each other girlfriends???? adds years to my life. vi in ep 3 being like "um so you said you wanted to be girlfriends 🥺?" and clem like "😏 ya" i just love hearing them say it 😭 Out Loud 👁👁. and then either way clem gets another chance to kiss her in the woods in ep 3 so it works out. and 2 more kisses in ep 4 from vi this time!! thank you devs for my life 🙏 what a wonderful choice
i love choice games so much just because of the questions they ask of you. i honestly LOVE looking through the player choice stats i find them SO INTERERSTING ESPECIALLY the ones that are split perfectly 50/50. i would literally look at the stats for every single choice im not joking. where are the stats
#replies with lexi#incognito#twdg#i have a few asks that require essay responses and i just have Not had the time lately 😭 im getting to them#read more i talked too much 😔
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currently entertaining an idea where harry does a heroics one last time and helps people, even the slytherins and kids of death eaters who were caught up in the war and are now total outcasts of society, to adjust to a post-war society
(setting up charities and funds and paying for shit using the seemingly bottomless wealth he has inherited, testifying for the kids and ppl who were doomed to be forever scapegoated even though they were barely the worst people during the war, putting the ministry and wizengamot in a headlock so theyd quickly pass the laws that would better protect anyone who isnt a pureblood, white, male, or human)
before quietly packing up his bags and fucking off to a quiet lil remote and forgotten potter property where he wrangles with his traumas and regrets alone for a good 2 years (without much progress) until people start knocking at his door and he thinks theyre here to ask shit of him again but they just want to help him
but harry cant fathom accepting help because obviously hes gotten so good at fixing his own problems and no one else has to get entangled in his shit while theyre still recovering
i like to think that luna would be one of the first ones to successfully get harry to welcome her in his wards and have a nice cuppa with him bc lets be real luna is harry's little sister in all but blood and he feels his most peaceful and understood and seen around her. hermione and ron wld be the next ones ofc
and the slytherins he helped are a prideful bunch but goddamn they owe him two life debts at least and theyre definitely just there to get those debts paid and not because it just feels weird to leave this boy (who gave up his life for literally all of them and even spoke up for them even if they never asked him to) to wallow in his mystery when they cld do something about it
idk i just want to think about harry potter learning that hes absolutely worth saving and hes not just a weapon to be stored in the darkest cupboards after hes done being useful and that people love him for being himself and not jsut as the boy who lived, you know ?
#harry potter#harry james potter#harry who has grown badly into hyper independence after years of people switching up on him at the drop of a hat#and losing almost everyone who has ever dared to love him#epilogue what epilogue
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Synopsis:: Part two of Balcony Blues. Zack keeps up with his promises that he kissed into you at the party.
Title:: Balcony Blues
Pairing:: Zack Fair x Reader
Tags:: MINORS DNI 18+ D/s dynamic (light), smut, choking, Zack being a little mean, Sir kink. Dom! Zack, Sub! Reader. Zack Fair being googoo gaga for reader. GN!Reader
Authors Note:: A little nasty, but we dont expect anything less.
Part 1 ::
You're laid out on your stomach, screaming into your pillow- well Zacks pillow- and fuck him because god you cant breathe. He's been fucking you for hours. Theres an absolute mess between your thighs, his hips slapping loud and obtrusive, that would usually embarrass you- but you're to fucked out to really care.
"That how you want it? Hm" The hm forces another whine out as he digs his hands into your hips. Leaving finger prints imbedded with his Soldier strength.
He fucked you like he owned you. You cant count how many times he's come inside you. Cant hear anything but him muttering about how he wants to bury himself completely inside forever, to never leave that tight wet heat. Wants to fuck you at anywhere and anytime and that you're going to let him.
"Wait till we get a collar for you baby, gonna show everyone you're mine. Show that I own this pussy- no one else." His hips staccato against your skin and he comes with a groan against your neck in satisfaction.
You sigh because "yes finally fuck were done-", but your stomach drops as he grips you by your throat and leaned you against his chest. Squeezing and grinning when you tightened around him.
"I'm so glad we talked about this pretty- cant imagine you'd let me do anything I want right?" Pushing his hips against yours and clamping rhythmically down on your throat as Zack fucks into you.
You're embarrassed when he abruptly stops and you let out an obsene whine, trailing out a pretty no that has him cooing.
"You'd let me do anything right? Go on, say it for me and i'll make you come" He promises with a kiss that was honestly too innocent for the way he was trying to fuck you into a coma.
But you had to tell him to not worry and if you're uncomfortable then you'll say something. That "yes, dragonfly is a cute safeword name".
You specifically remember how cute Zack was about three hours ago. His puppy dog eyes surprised and worried that you wouldnt like what he said. That you'd judge him and even "break up with me forever and ever and ever"
And now you cant feel your legs and the sheets are absolutely slick.
"A-anything Zack- Sir, please just-" Zack thinks he's going to die right there. Sir? Sir?? What has he done to deserve you?
"Zack…" whining cant be help, not when youre pawing at the nape of his neck mindlessly humping his fat cock.
Maybe he's a little silly when he realizes that hes said it out loud.
Hes also sure that he's really really in love with you.
He seems gleeful, thrusting all the way inside of you and swirling his hips around, pushing his tip into your spot over and over.
"Kiss me- please sir" You squeeze tightly and you know you're playing dirty. But you're so tired and you just wanna snuggle up and sleep.
It doesnt take much more after, a few desperate thrust and one last good choke before he comes. Hips grinding a little harder as you wail a little harder when heat splashes your insides.
He rolls off of you before you both fall onto the bed. Making sure to grap the wipes and clean you off gently.
If you werent so fucked out, youd be slightly annoyed to see that he barely broke a sweat. But with the amount of love in his eyes and his whispered cooing of how good you were- well…maybe you'll forgive him this time.
"You know how much i love you right babe?" He's lifting you without preamble and tucking you against his chest, your eyes barely able to blink back the utter exhaustian in your eyes. All you can do is hum with a mumble of affirmation back.
"I'm so glad we get to do this now, that you've given this to me- I want you to have all of me too y'know?" The sleepy mumble is heard from the top of your head, his words being pressed into your head as he drifts off.
You cant help but smile blissfully, finally content and knowing that you can trust Zack with anything you throw at him.
#I just really love him yall#ff7 remake#zack fair x reader#final fantasy headcanon#thithesandofferings#ff7 fanfic
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𓂃 ⟡
vash the stampede x nicholas d. wolfwood
cw: hurt no comfort, MCD, blood, guns, slight violence
a/n: haha this was only supposed to be a lil warm up idk what happened i love them sm!! lets pretend they lived happily every after ok
the blood on his hands is wet and dripping down his forearms. it smears from his fingers to the gun clutched in his shaky grip, the blood seeping into its crevices and coating it a dark crimson. wolfwood’s ears wont stop fucking ringing.
“wh—wolfwo…” a weak voice cuts through the sound in his ears, and somehow in the silent night of the desert, vash’s voice sounds ten times louder.
“shut it” wolfwood orders, but it sounds more like a plead as he jerks the gun and redirects it in between vash’s eyes, pressing it against his brow line. but hes trembling, the muzzle of the gun wavering in front of vash’s bloody face.
hes trying, trying so hard to be who he needs to, to do what he needs to, but the feeling of his knees around vashs hips reminds him too easily of nights spent together at an inn. and the way vash smiles as he pressed his gun against his head reminds him of when they first met, when he first saw that fake ass smile on his face.
“stop it— fuck, stop it,” wolfwood hisses, bearing down on top of him, his suit soaking up blood, he cant quite tell who’s it is at this point. “stop doing that— that… please” he pleads, voice quieting down to a whisper. and while vash’s smile fades, he reaches up and instead cups wolfwood’s jaw, leaving a streak of red along his cheek.
“its— its okay,” vash sighs out, eyelids feeling heavy as his blood steadily soaks into the sand underneath him. “its okay, its okay” he chants and wolfwood can’t tell if hes telling him or himself.
wolfwood squeezes his eyes shut as he gives up, gun falling to the sand, conflicted feelings boiling up and over in his chest.
“if its you, its okay,” vash closes his eyes, exhaling slowly. he feels so tired, but the weight of the dark haired man on top of him keeps him going. “if your face is the last thing i see then—“
“shut up. please. please don’t say anything else.” wolfwood begs, trembling fingers brushing against vash’s temple, tucking his hair away. taking his time and memorizing the soft skin under his rough finger pads, the glint in his eyes as it slowly burns out, the sound of his breathing and his feint heartbeat.
“nicholas—“
“i know, me too. im sorry.” wolfwood leans down, their noses brushing. and again he’s reminded of laying in bed with the blond man, hesitant touches soft kisses, the rhythm of his heartbeat.
vash peels one eye open to get one more glimpse of him, not ready to leave just yet. he tilts his head, rubbing his nose against the priests, wanting just a little more. wolfwood answers. he pressed his lips on vash’s, the taste of metal on his tongue as he remembers where he slammed the hilt of his gun against his jaw.
wolfwood’s eyes water as vash’s lips move weakly against his. he holds back a sob, fingers still softly petting his temple. his last attempts as an apology. he doesn’t know how hes going to live with himself after this. with the taste of blood forever on his lips as he shoves the guilt and regret down and savors this last moment.
when wolfwood pulls back, he admires vash's face as best as he can through his watery eyes. and he almost looks like hes sleeping, his lips partically open like he's breathing softly, tears in the corners of his closed eyes, eyelashes wet and sticking together.
at some point, he can't look at him anymore. he's already getting too emotional, it wasn't supposed to happen like this, he wasn't supposed to feel this way about him. wolfwood chokes back a sob and rests the side of his head on his chest. its silent. but right now the remaining heat from vash's body is the only thing that will ever comfort him.
#h4venpha#vash the stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#vashwood#vashwood angst#trigun angst#trigun#trigun stampede#trigun maximum#trigun 98#trigun 2023#trigun anime#trigun vash#vash angst#wolfwood angst
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Aftermath chapter 7 -Fire and Blood fanfiction, Dark Aemond x MC.
CONCEPT: After they killed your father and punished you for running away and trying to contact the right queen, Aemond visits you with a few terrifying messages that will change your life and your relationship with both Aegon and Aemond forever.
Warnings: Gore, mentions of murder, mentions of imprisoment, aemond proving that there is nothing as terrifying as a man wiht nothing left to lose, mentions of non-con, dub-con, abuse of power and traumas.
You like being alone for now.
You still cant believe what happend.
That, that happend. You are still in your bed, bleeding out and clutching your stuffed animal bee. You cant remember the last time you did that but it was definitely before going to the red keep. Now he is a member of your bed and
will keep you safe when no one else will.
You turn on your back and whimper. Your muscles hurt. Your behind hurts and your legs have blood between them. You hug the bee and smell it. It smells like home. Like green grass and rain.
'My lady, you have a visitor.' Your maid spooked you.
'I am in no state to receive anyone.' You admit to her.
'Not even me, Lady Beesburry? You wound me.' You shake unintended. Aemond. No.
Your maid leaves you and you are alone with the prince only wearing your thin nightgown and your face still dirty with cum of last night and fresh tears. 'I come to formally invite you to Aegons conration.'
He scoffs at your bee plushie. You let him. 'Aegon wants you there. So do I. We wish to continue the good relationship of the Crown and House Beesburry.' What good relationship? They smashed your father's brain in. They punished you and took all your maidenheads. They humiliated you.
You want to tell him he can swallow his sapphire eye whole and can strangle himself with his eyepatch. But you compose yourself and nod, understanding that you have no choice. Aemond reaches out and touches your face gently unlike last time. 'Last night was necessary. We do not wish to make a habbit out of it. We will punish you when you misbehave. You are a smart girl. You understand that me nor the king can effort your rebellion.' You understand that your brother inherits the seat of your father and worry for his safety here at court.
He continues. 'Aegon has a difficult time. You'll be a good girl for him tonight. He feels guilty about last night. The idiot.' He says forgetting he is speaking about his king. 'That means you let him fuck you, and you best pretend to enjoy getting fucked. You will suck his royal cock and you swallow every drop of cum like you have been without water for three days.' You already picture it and give a grim nod. You have no choice.
You look the younger prince up and down. 'And you?'
He laughs but its sounds fake.'I'm not a priority.'
He would always let Aegon go first with you. Even when your were a maiden he would. He always was the second one to have his way. 'Not even to yourself? ' you wonder out loud.
He sighs.
'You can suck me off thats enough. I'm in no mood to fuck.'
You cant help but pout. 'Neither is Aegon. He looked so sad.'
That is the worst thing you could say to his jealous brother. The worst thing. 'Yes, poor fucking Aegon getting to nail the prettiest girls in the kingdoms and getting to seat the highest chair. Poor Aegon for having 2 fucking eyes and poor Aegon for clearly being loved more by you.' He rages and eventually slams his hands against the wall. You flinch and quickly put distance between the two of you.
'That's not true.' You say but somehow you know it's a lie. Aemond is smart and picks up things much quicker than his brother. And even quicker than your own heart.
He smirks at you and fingers your breasts through your dress. 'I dont mind. If I cant win your love, i will force you to love me. I will do everything in my power to make sure you keep being my girl. Even if it means making you my whore. My property.' He runs his hands over your behind and you are pushed close to his body. 'You will be standing today, like all visitors of the coronation. I pity you, you were fucked so brutally.'
You beg but it comes out more like a threat. 'Don't ever fuck me there again.'
He laughs and slams his hands down on your ass cruelly spanking what it's already so sensitive. Fresh tears burst and you whimper. He grabs hold of your throat and pulls you closer to him when smiling. 'I am the prince. I will fuck you in every hole I seem fit. So will my brother, and if we wish it: Every fucking man in the seven kingdoms can fuck you in your ass if we damn well will it.' He adds whispering. ' I personally prefer your hot wet cunt.'
You blurt out. Aegon will not have you raped. Neither will Aemond. He is desperate and wants you to cooperate. You know that. 'He is the king not you.'
He huffs before coming closer and slaps you so hard across your face that it switches angles.
You sob and cower.
He laughs and sinks to match your height. 'You're pathetic. Remember what I said. Tonight, you'll be happy and you will quit your ungrateful act. My brother will have a smiling girl. The girl he fell in love with. No more moaning and crying. Your father is gone. Don't make us let you follow him.'
He adds. 'Wear something nice for him. We notice you dressing more desirable for us. Continue that. We both appreciate it.'
You dont know what he is reffering to. 'What happens if I dont come to the coronation? I am not feeling well. I have stomach pain and I feel sick.' You lie easily to him. You dont feel guilty. They fucked you too hard you should rest and and be at ease.
He rolls his good eye. You add whispering. 'Aemond; what if I'm with child?' You whisper to him.
He is a man. That should scare him off. A child. A bastard. That would be his nightmare. Instead he barks laughing in your face. 'Too bad you have been on Moontea. You are not with child. You dont want to go. You are ungrateful and a liar.'
You decide to beg. Your last chance. 'I can't walk, Aemond. What will they whisper when they see how I limp and how I clutch my sides and my legs?'
'That you got fucked.' He adds with a proud smirk. 'I love seeing how our treatment affects you.'
His hands pet you once more. 'I dont care what they say about you. Neither will Aegon. Your body will still fuck as good.'
You cry silently. 'They will call me a whore.' You mutter to yourself, cheeks bright and your stomach turning.
Aemond smirks. 'Well, let's be honest here. Aren't you? You fuck me, you fuck a married man your king who got married to your friend, you enjoy getting fucked even if its rather rough and humiliating. You adore dressing up for us, and you enjoy learning more about how the act is done.'
'You are a whore, Lady Beesburry. But you are damn well our whore. You will keep continuing your appearances. You will be pretty for Aegon and you'll be pretty for me. If I dont like what I'm seeing you'll get punished. Am I clear?'
'As crystal.' You whisper.
He kisses you.
'Good. Now, I will leave you to prepare.'
#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen#dark aemond targaryen#house of the dragon fanfiction#dark aemond targaryen x oc#aegon ii targaryen#darkfantasy#dark aegon ii targaryen#Aemond targaryen#fireandbloodfanfictionbeesbury #darkaegoniixoc aemondtargaryensmut aegoniitargaryensmut
#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen#dark aemond targaryen#house of the dragon fanfiction#dark aemond targaryen x oc#aegon ii targaryen#dark aegon ii targaryen#Aemond targaryen#fireandbloodfanfictionbeesbury#darkaegoniixoc#aemond targaryen smut#aegon ii targaryen smut#Dark Aemond Targaryen smut#Dark Aegon II Targaryen smut#Aemond one eye fanfiction#Aegon II Targaryen fanfiction#dark!#head the warnings#dubcon#possible triggering content#She/her reader#AFAB Reader#DarkFantasy#Possible noncon#Possible gore#Old work
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im planning my future, it’s away from this place. it’s terrifying thinking of getting out, maybe being on my own if things fall through. it’s nice that i can see you in it, but i’ve brought myself to be afraid of depending on anyone. i’m going to leave her. i’m going to escape.
this place is dead, the biggest part of it is where we lay people to rest. it’s sad. i don’t want to think about it, but i have to. it’s where my sister is. she’s close to the chapel, she’s there in the ground. one month, to the day. she is there under the dirt. for the first time i’ve realized that she is rotting there. i want to dig her up, let her be a person. it would be her birthday soon, just as it would be mine. we would both be old, she would be planning her future too. she would get out.
im going to fucking leave. i saw my father at the gas station a few years ago. i can’t stand the thought of him here but thinking of him getting out is worse. i think back to the cemetery, they’re going to expand it. he will end up there, i think. he’ll drink himself into his grave. i don’t want him to be with my sister, his child.
it’s all his fault. not all of it, but all of it in the same. i feel vile, i’m a part of him and he’s a part of me. i want to take that out of me, get rid of what comes from him. i cant.
my dad can’t be buried in the cemetery. i’ll ask my family to cremate him or bury him somewhere else. they can pour his ashes in an empty modelo so he can be with the only thing he ever loved. he can be like sand, like secrets we trapped in those bottles.
i want to lay to rest with my sister, on the grass by her grave or in the ground. i think you’re right, everyone comes back. i will be back when i’m dead. i’ll be a part of the expansion, but i’ll be too far from her. this town is her home forever, it’s his fault. one day it’ll be the place i haunt. the chapel stairs will bring me the comfort he never did.
for now i will plan to get away, i’ll think about never coming back. i’ll be back. i will and i know that.
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while i know this wont happen it would be REALLY funny if dazai was just stuck with these two now
#bsd spoilers#bsd#bungou stray dogs#dazai osamu#nikolai gogol#sigma#sigma bsd#gogol bsd#fyodor dostoevsky#TECHNICALLY#blood tw#Just In Case#ask to tag#gogol u are so.... u are really something#SOMETHING must have happened to someone he loved#and now hes fucked up forever he cant let himself Feel Love or else he will Be Hurt Somehow#gogol i am so sorry about ur Many Issues#i hope gogol makes dazai stop wanting to die#like he'll make him think about oda or something and he'll calm down a little#i would appreciate this#dazai go to therapy challenge. a clown therapist perhaps
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Can I request Aot guys reacting/finding out their s/o was cheating on them?
this has been sitting in my inbox literally forever lmfao but i finally got around to it <3 this was sad to write :/ implied cheating ofc
eren is quick to get angry. he feels so betrayed, he swears that he hates you. he cant even fucking look at you without feeling bile rise into this throat. he yells and breaks things (classic white boy punching the wall type beat) because he doesn't know how else to manifest his feelings other than physically. he cant take the time to slow his breathing and form coherent words, he just needs to release the amount of hurt inside of him. he’s so angry that he cries. like a hot-teared cry of pure frustration and betrayal and disbelief.
armin automatically believes its bc of something he did :/ he assumes that he could've been better, that this wouldn't have happened if he was somebody else. he wishes you would have communicated with him, told him what to do and how to do it. he’d change who he was to his core if it meant being someone that you wanted. he doesn't agree with what you did, but he cant necessarily blame you, either. if he could leave himself too, he would.
jean feels like he should've known better, should’ve seen it coming. he’s used to being second best, so he should have expected something like this from you. he curses himself for getting so caught up in what he thought was a real love. for the first time, it felt like someone was genuinely choosing him first; he hates himself for letting that go to his head and making him blind to the truth of the situation. it just reaffirms his prior beliefs. if you thought he was closed off before? he swears he’ll never love again after this
connie thinks its a joke at first. he trusts people a bit too easily in general, so as his partner, he trusted you with every fiber of his being. he fully believed that you were handcrafted by the gods and sent down to earth for him to learn to love. so when he finds out that you were capable of something this fucking cruel, he genuinely doesn't believe it. thinks its a joke, because you wouldn't do that to him. his lover (or the version of them that he created in his mind) would never hurt him like that.
reiner is extremely hurt, but is still willing to make this work. he knows what its like to be in the wrong, to be the betrayer. so he understands you. he thinks he deserves it. he’s always willing to see both sides of the story; he’d rather forgive you than lose you. he’s willing to swallow his pride and humiliation all at the same time, if it means not ending up alone again. he’d settle to be your second best, because to him, its better than nothing :/
porco has questions. he wants to know every single detail of what the fuck went wrong. when did you start feeling this way? how long has this been going on? how many times? he wants all of the info until he is physically sick to his fucking stomach. he pretends it doesn’t hurt him as much as it really does; he refuses to let you see how torn up over it he truly is. when you finally leave, he overthinks every single thing you said. every detail, every moment spent together, has now been tainted for him because of all of the specifics he made you share.
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Hello! I saw your requests were open, and wanted to request something for Bakugou? I was thinking, there's hcs about why he doesn't want to hold your hand, in case he accidently sets off his quirk. But could you write something for if he did set o his quirk by accident, and he injured you holding his hand? Not enough to do serious damage, but it still really hurts? If you can't don't worry! Thank you for reading this! Love your writing btw, it either makes me super happy or I cry for days💀
Hii
I've never read this hc it's so sad
So I had to do it
Hope you like it
Dating bakugo was great . No dating bakugo was fantastic. This boy seemed like he knew how to do everything right all the time .
But even though you guys were dating for seven months now and you had all ready explored each other body multiple times he still insisted on not holding your hands.
"Come on Katsuki just hold my hand just for five minutes." You plead almost everyday but the answer was just a plain "No" from him or a "I dont like physical contact" .
The second one did seem like an excuse since he would all ways find a way to touch you. Shoulders touching ,you sitting on his lap , putting his head on your lap after hard days etc
And even though you guys were doing great it always bothered you how he denied holding your hand no matter the occasion . It made you feel unwanted.
One night just before you guys fell asleep overthinking got the best of you.
"Katsuki , do you like me ?"
You asked braiding your fingers together and looking at the ceiling.
"No I spend ten hours a day with you and sleep at your place because I have nothing else to do." He said sarcastically .
"I'm serious. Do you like me ?" You said again
He turned around to look at you but your eyes were still stuck on the ceiling. " Of course I like you dumbass why the fuck are you even asking that?" He said angrily
Why were you questioning his feelings for you ?
"Its- it's just that- Its just that you never hold my hand Katsuki." You said trying to gather all your courage.
"This shit again? I just dont want to,what does this have to do with me no liking you ?"
You sat on the bed and looked at him still lying there .
"Every other couple does, look at denki and Sinsou their hands are basically glued together. You never do it ." The last sentence came out more like a thought to yourself .
"For fucks sake , I dont want to hurt you, okay ? I would love to hold your hand but I still cant control my fucking explosions. What happens when I hold your hand ,get mad and explode ? " He said looking in your eyes .
You sat there speechless " Babe, that's why you dont hold my hand ? This is stupid, I know you wont hurt me."you said looking back at him
"How do you know that?"
"Because I trust you." You said, " I trust you enough to know that you would never hurt me baby." You extended your hand." Hold it."
Bakugo looked at you in disbelief
"Just do it."
He extended his hand to hold yours. You braided your fingers together.
"See ? Nothing happened and nothing will ever happen . Okay?"
"Okay"
This was the scene that played again and again on Katsukis Bagukou mind like a broken film while he was waiting outside of your room in the ER.
And to think how great this day started.You and him had decided prior this week to go shopping in the nearest mall from your house and you were having the time of your lives too. That was until Bakugo heard some not so nice comments from a group of boys next to you.
Look at her she could practically be a pornstar with this body
Im sure shell be good at it too
"The fuck did you just say ?"
How could you be so stupid to trust him ?How could he be so stupid to trust himself ?
He was shaking to the thought that he might have hurt you beyond repair.
He could not believe he did it.
The door opened and a doctor came out .Bakugo jumped off his seat. "How is she ? How is her hand ? Will she be okay ?"
"Hello Mr.Katsuki , I can assure you that your wife is in good condition. Her left hand has a second degree burn that will need some time to heal we provided her with some painkillers and she is resting well at the mom-
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST ASK ME?"
Your voice was heard through the entire hospital.
Katsuki run to your room where he saw a terrified nurse and you fuming from your anger.
"Y/N, is everything ok ?Did something happen ?" Katsuki stepped a little closer to you.
"This man right here has never hurt me in his entire life until today . He would never do it intentionally do you hear me ? So you can stop asking if the love of my life is abusing and maybe get the papers ready cause I want to leave, NOW."
The poor nurse run out of the room
"Can you believe her?"
Bakugo didnt answer he just fell into your arms holding you in a tight hug.
"I'm so sorry love. I cant believe I hurt you , I'll make it up for you okay ? If you want to break up I get it."
You were left speechless with the sudden change of behavior. He was never that touchy in public and he never expressed his feelings,through words at least.
"Katsuki Bakugo get it together. This was an accident okay ? You are not some type of dangerous monster you are my fiance and I would never leave you . Hit me with a thousand explosions and I'll still be here you hear me ? " You looked him in the eyes. "There is nothing you can do that can hurt me enough to stop loving you . Okay?"
"Okay"
"Perfect. Let's leave now before this shitheads try to keep me here forever. Wanna grab a burger on the way home ?"
"Whatever you want shitty woman."
"That's the spirit"
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hi! can i have a scenario where gn! reader and childe have extremely fluffy and soft sex? maybe you could add in a lil moment where reader cries out his real name and childe malfunctions?? idk this can go ANYWHERE but i really love ur writing so i don’t mind anything!! ok have a great day !!
featuring: childe x gn!reader
warnings: nsfw: 18+ only, fluffy smut, gender neutral reader, slight praise kink, typos
published: july 20, 2021
form: imagine
a/n: thank you anon!! hope you like this—childe is such a sweetheart, he really is so endearing
childe usually had two modes when the two of you would get intimate. one, the most common, was the riled up horny teenage boy, where he is rutting up into you, calling you all sorts of sweet names, leaving you utterly breathless and unable to catch a break beneath him.
the other mode, less common but not unwelcome, was the slightly softer childe, when the hedonistic fatui harbinger became more like ajax, the kind and considerate lover, attentive of all your needs and content to just savor each second of intimacy the two of you shared.
tonight, you were lucky enough to witness the latter childe. after several weeks of separation due to the nature of working for the fatui, you were finally reunited with your beloved tartaglia, and it was clear that he had missed you as much, if not more, than you missed him.
your boyfriend had you pinned on your shared wangshu inn bed beneath him, as he gazed down at you with a look of wonder.
“babe,” he uttered dreamily, pressing kisses down the tendons in your neck, leaving red marks that were sure to turn purple the next day. “i missed you so fucking much.”
you sighed as childe’s familiar scent—woody and fresh—washed over your senses, and his calloused fingertips ran along your exposed skin. this was home. he was your home.
a particularly well-placed kiss along the curves of your collarbone caused you to moan softly. your lover smirked at your response. “the weeks felt like years”, you told him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as he fumbled with the belt at his waist.
“oh?”, you chuckled. “eager, are we?”
childe slumped his shoulders with an exasperated whine. “[y/n]”, he groaned. “we haven’t fucked in weeks, have some sympathy, won’t you?”
you couldnt help but to laugh beneath him as he finally managed to weasel his way out of his pants, the both of you now clad only in your underwear.
without much hesitance, childe bent over and kissed you deeply on the lips, slipping his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. his familiar, comforting taste filled your mouth, the movements and idiosyncracies of his kiss so unique to him, but you knew it all so well. the way he loved to nip and pull at your bottom lip with his teeth, the way he closed his eyes and you felt his long eyelashes brushing your cheek, the way he always rested his hands on your hips as he kissed you, fingers playfully tugging at the hem of your underwear.
something you loved to do when making out with tartaglia was to tug at his hair. you knew the type of reaction it would elicit, and you were right yet again this time. with your fingers buried deep within his ginger locks, you gave a tug, and heard childe give a high-pitched, terribly lewd moan into your mouth. the bulge in his underwear that had been rubbing up against your knee earlier also grew noticeably harder.
you pulled away from the kiss, laughing at the involuntary reaction you had pulled out of your boyfriend. childe, on the other hand, sat pouting, cheeks glowing a bright snezhnayan red with embarassment.
“that’s it”, childe huffed, feigning anger. “i’ve had enough of you bullying me.” he lowered his hands to discard himself of his underwear, freeing his member that was already a bright, blushing red, aroused for you and you only. “i just wanna feel you all around me, babe. i missed you so much.”
you braced yourself for what was to come. you hadn’t had childe inside you for a few weeks now, so you hoped that the stretch would be a pleasurable challenge. you pulled childe down for another kiss. “that was my plan all along, my love.”
unceremoniously removing your underwear, childe lined himself up at your entrance, and slowly pressed the tip of his cock inside you. “how does that feel, babe?” he asked, brushing some stray hairs off your sweat-beaded face. “i know it’s been a while—let me know if you want me to take it a little slower, okay?”
his consideration and tenderness with which he held you in his hands made you lightheaded. “no, please just—”, you stuttered, even just one inch of him inside you causing you to stumble over your words. “just go how you normally would. there’s nothing about you i cant handle.”
another inch pressed into you, the stretch growing more and more intense but just as delicious as the last time. childe leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips. “forever my strong [y/n]”, he groaned softly, pressing the rest of his cock into you, the tip hitting the spot in your walls that made your head spin.
“agh, fuck”, you moaned, grip on your lover’s wrists tightening. “please move.”
a kiss sucked along your jaw this time. “your wish is my command, babe.”
childe began pumping himself in and out of you, at a leisurely pace, completely unlike the times where he was worked up and needed a quick fuck as he practically jackhammered into you. no, this was soft, and tender, and filled with years of love and trust. he knew exactly how you liked it—which spots made your knees go weak, what pace made you moan out his name like a mantra, which places that you loved to feel his hands roam.
with each movement in and out of your hole, childe’s length always managed to hit that sweet spot that had tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, pulling moans out of you, begging him to go harder. “hnn, ajax, y-yes!”, you cried, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure, not even realizing you had uttered your lover’s birth name. “h-harder, please, please!”
childe stopped moving above you for a moment. you cracked open your eyes to see his mouth hanging open slightly, beads of sweat rolling off his cheekbones and down his jaw. he looked dumbfounded, as if the lust had gotten to his head. yet not a moment later, he began thrusting into you without abandon, hands gripping your thighs until his knuckles turned white, harder than he had gone before.
“say my name again.”
ah, so that’s what got him. content at discovering something else that got him turned on, you acquiesced and cried out your most convincing, most arousing moans. this was your way of treating him, knowing how much he loved to hear you cry.
“ahhhh fuck! ajax!”, you wailed erotically. “ajax, i’m so close—you’re doing so good, baby!” you could feel your orgasm beginning to build up as each pound of childe’s cock inside you wound you up, making your spine arch and head thrown back. you moaned and panted wildly as your lover’s ministrations didn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon, the only sounds in the room was the slapping of skin on skin and noises of pleasure being emitted by both of you. with a final few hard, heavy thrusts into you, your eyes rolled back, and you came heavily, childe following you not long after, milky white cum spilling over your stomach and chest.
even after cumming, childe’s heavy panting sounded like some of the most erotic noises you had ever heard. he collapsed next to you on the bed, exhausted, messy, but completely and utterly content. you had missed this. even the feeling of his release covering you, the smell of his exhaustion and effort, the red marks from where his fingers gripped your thighs. you had missed it all. you had missed him.
“ajax”, you rolled over on your side, peering down at your boyfriend’s form, drifting in and out of consciousness. “you’re perfect.”
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