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witchywomanrunningupthathill · 10 months

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Prelude to a Pounding | 18+ Minors DNI

minors dni this is for ADULTS ONLY, so if you’re not 18+ gtfo.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

Warnings: this is porn.

Word count: 1556

A/N: Yeah, um...so this is my first time writing smutty smut. I'm just gonna leave this here.

“Dittany?” Regulus says, peeking up from the parchment he was reading off of.

“Yep.”

“Horklump juice?”

“Enough to last for the next month.”

“Fluxweed?”

“Stems, trimmed.”

“Knotgross Sprigs”

“Check.”

“Peppermint?”

“Check.”

“Lemon juice?”

“Check.”

“Lavender?”

“Check.”

“Elderflower”

“Leaves and flowers. Check.”

Regulus winces, dropping his quill to the counter and gripping at his left forearm.

You frown. “Wiggenweld still not helping?”

“Nothing is,” Regulus says, defeat evident in his tone. He places his palm over the mark in an attempt to soothe it. He dares to give into feeling bad for himself.

You sit down next to him and commiserate for a moment. Then you grab his aching forearm and brings it to your lips, pressing a kiss to the Dark Mark like one would their lover’s hand.

“Why don’t you ever tell me when you’re hurting?”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he just looks at you with that same sullen expression he’s been wearing for the past couple of months since he received the mark. You cradle his face with your hands, kissing his right cheek, then his left, and finally his lips.

You rest your head in the crook of his shoulder, the both of you sitting in silence for a while, with only the sounds of the wind rustling the trees outside, the voice on the wireless saying to expect thunderstorms for the rest of the week.

Your eyes light up with an epiphany. “We could try a mint poultice! Hasn’t failed me yet.”

Regulus laughs. It comes out more as a huff. It’s good to see him smile. He never does these days.

“I’ll have to go pick more leaves though,” you say, your eyes on a sealed jar filled with water. The liquid had turned a faint shade of green from the herb you usually kept in it. You move to get up but regulus pulls you backward by your hips, spinning you around to face him once more.

“Not so fast, my little forager.” He can’t take his eyes away from your lips. He pulls you to him. You accept the invitation, straddling his lap and meeting his lips once again. It doesn’t take long for his neediness to take over. He captures your lips in an open-mouthed kiss.

You manage to pull away from his lovely lips. “We can’t—your arm.” Regulus simply pulls you back to him for more. You don’t retaliate. He hungrily pulls on your bottom lip with his teeth, his hands wandering from your chest, down your back and then finally running across your ass.

Regulus’ mouth is on your neck in no time, licking, biting, and sucking at your sensitive spot. You moan and take a handful of his hair, pulling at the strands. He loved that. Regulus gripped your ass fervently, causing you to grind into him. He continues his assault on your neck before going lower, unbuttoning the oversized shirt you had on.

He frowns. “Take that off,” he says impatiently in reference to your bra.

His hands stroke across your breasts. He squeezes them, pinches your nipples lightly before bringing his mouth to them. He runs his tongue in slow circles around your areola before sucking your nipple into his mouth and letting out a moan that quite honestly should be illegal. He stares up at you, worshipping you. He hasn’t stopped grinding into you.

You wiggle around in his lap for a moment trying to give some relief to your swollen clit. Your hand travels down and under his waistband, stroking him from his balls up to the tip, which elicits the desired effect. He unlatches from your tit to moan some more. His eyebrows knit together and he bites his lip.

“Fuck, feels good,” Regulus says.

“Yeah?” you say as you play with the precum dribbling down his cock, teasing the head and working up and down the shaft.

“Love the way you make me feel. Always taking care of me.” Your grip tightens on his cock and his raven locks.

“Then let me. “I want you,” you say, rubbing your clothed lower half over his.

You yelp and giggle slightly as Regulus stands up, your head only a few inches from the low ceiling. He sets you down into the seat, helping you strip down to your panties. Regulus gets down on his knees and pushes your legs back. He licks his lips at the sight of the rather large wet spot on your clothed cunt.

He starts from your knee, working his way down your inner thigh, kissing and licking, alternating sides, just being the tease that he is, before finally placing an open-mouthed kiss where you want it most. You can feel his hot breath through the fabric, and you attempt to grind against him, but he pulls back before you can. You lift your hips so he can finish pulling off your knickers.

He licks up the string of wetness that the fabric threatens to take with it.

“So fucking wet for me, love.” He licks lightly up and down both sides of your lips, grabbing hold of your hips as he does so, earning your sounds. Regulus gets into a rhythm laving his tongue against you as you grind into his face, letting yourself relax into his grip and allowing the pleasure to flow through you. Then he pulls your clit between his lips, sucking it. Your hand immediate finds his hair once more. The lewd, wet, suckling sounds that now permeated the air only turned you on even more.

He doesn’t stop, and you fear you might climax already, not ready for his ministrations to end just yet. He goes back to licking you, up and down, in circles, fucking you with his tongue. He ate your pussy like it was his last meal on this sweet earth. Oh, how he loved tasting you. Your juices ran onto his tongue and down his chin as he continued alternating between circling your clit and sliding his tongue in and out of your entrance.

“Fuck, Reg.”

You weren’t ready for what came next.

Regulus resumed his earlier assault on your clit, massaging his lips and tongue around. Back and forth, back and forth. An intoxicating rhythm that had you moaning curses and something that sounded like his name. Then he inserted two of his fingers. They glided in effortlessly and curled perfectly up against that spongy spot inside you. You always preferred him fingering you than you doing it yourself. His fingers were longer, thicker. His lips sucked at you while his fingers probed that spot that had you screaming and shoving his head into you.

“Cum for me.”

You hadn’t realized he’d been stroking himself this whole time, working himself up along with you. You could feel the still fairly-new feeling of liquid building up inside of you, almost like you had to pee. You tense around his fingers.

“Cum for me, darling,” he coaxed.

You let out a chorus of moans more akin to an incantation than exclamations of pleasure as you let go. As your body spasms, Regulus keeps stroking his fingers inside you, his hot breath fanning onto your cunt as he watches you come undone. Warm liquid squirts onto his face and down onto his shirt, which only provokes him further. He laps at your pussy, drinking you in, and praising you how you like.

“Yes, my love.”

“Squirt all over me.”

“Feel good for me, baby.”

As you come down, Regulus lets out a guttural moan and quickly gets back to his feet, towering over you as he jerks his swollen, pink cock. You don’t miss the way his balls draw up.

“Yes, Reggie cum for me. I want all of it.”

His eyes roll back. “Oh, fuck,” he says, hunching forward and dragging his hand rapidly up and down his spasming cock shooting rope after rope of thick, white cum onto you. It lands just about everywhere, your hair, your lips, breasts, stomach.

As he comes back to reality, he settles back against the counter, his hands landing atop some of their herbs, the pain from his Dark Mark long forgotten, at least for now. He lets out a long breath and takes his eyes over your spent, cum-covered body.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says. You would try and say something witty, but you can barely think straight. The two of you share a chuckle at the thought of what you’ve just subjected the potions storeroom to. “C’mere” Regulus says. You get up slowly, checking that you can still stand. “Oh, come on, I haven’t even fucked you yet, darling. Your legs are fine,” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist. “D’you enjoy that?”

“Mhm,” you mumble. He presses a kiss onto your shoulder. You open your eyes to the herbs trapped under the Regulus’ hands.

“My elderflower leaves!” you yell, wiggling out of his embrace and taking his hand away from the countertop. Regulus just taunts you, earning himself a slap to the arm. “I have to go get the mint before it gets dark out,” you say, a hint of panic detectable in your voice.

“Love, I think I’ll survive a few more hours without your herbal treatments,” Regulus assures. You feel Regulus’ cock begin to harden again against your thigh. His fingers slide between your nether lips.

Perhaps the poultice could wait.

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sprout-fics · 11 months

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Uhhhhhh hi, could I please have Simon saying he’s going to clean you up after a absolutely mind numbing rough session and just as your eyes are drifting closed waiting for him to come back with a wash cloth you feel his mouth latch onto your mess? And could I have that as the Thursday Thot please? Thank you!

“Easy, love.” He purrs as you come down from it, chest heaving and limbs shaking. The razor sharp, knife edged bite of too much lingers as pleasure sparks in the aftermath of desire. Your arms wrap around his neck as you shudder, head buried into his shoulder where a bite is forming against his pale skin. It’s sure to bruise, but when your teeth had seized the skin and tightened like some feral, untamed creature Ghost had just moaned. Like he was addicted to the pain, couldn’t breathe without the violence, needed you trembling with his name on your tongue, your claws in his spine, the force of you drawing the breath from his body like every exhale was his last.

He lays you back against the mattress, massive form braced over you with a veiny, tattooed forearm above the halo of your hair. He’s still inside you, and the warmth of his spend fills your limbs, silky and somehow right. It feels like like he’s claimed you, marked you as his in all the best ways.

Which is why you whine when he slips free of you, a little hiss escaping you as the girth of him pulls at your sensitive walls. Yet Ghost only chuckles, wipes at your sweaty brow with a still gloved hand, failing to discard all his clothes before he had pinned you to the mattress, had flayed you open with his fingers and mouth until you had begged him for it. Yet even after two orgasms he had still refused to fuck you, and you were beginning to think he never ould when he filled you with one broad, merciless thrust and that gloved hand had covered your mouth to keep your cry just for him.

He murmurs to you wordlessly as you slump against the bed, trying to connect the constellations behind your eyes. You make a sound of protest when he moves from you but he only traces a hand over the curve of your hip and it’s enough to settle you into stillness.

You aren’t sure how long he’s gone, if it’s only a few moment or long minutes that stretch into the void of his absence. There’s water running, and you know he’s getting a cloth for you. When your limbs grow heavy and warm with satisfaction you roll onto your back, toss an arm over your still burning face with a heaving sigh that rises your chest and makes your nipples pebble against the chilled air of his bedroom.

In the stillness that follows, you begin to feel the weight of fatigue begin to grip at you, drag you down into the sweet ensconce of sleep. You don’t notice him at the foot of the bed, standing, staring at the open mess between your thighs.

So you’re surprised then when a vibranium grip hauls a calf up into the air and over one massive, scarred shoulder. You make a noise that sounds like a question, but it’s broken by a strangled keen when Ghost fixes his mouth right over your clit and sucks.

Instantly, you arch of the bed, reach for the fabric of his mask as an anchor as pleasure flares abruptly to life once more in your core. Yet Ghost’s hands find your instead, gripping at your wrist, halting your interference and he growls at you, animalistic, a warning.

“Fuck me, pet.” He groans like he’s drunk on the taste of you, and his throat sounds like it’s choked with graveyard dust. You whimper then when he licks a broad stripe over your entrance still coated in you both. It’s filthy, it makes your ears burn, and you hide your face automatically.

“Eyes on me.” Ghost tells you, deep, rumbling, a thunderstorm of imminent destruction. You lift your arm, see his coal-dark stare gazing from between your thighs, the mask bunched on the bridge of his nose to reveal the scar snaking up his jaw.

“Good girl.” He purrs, and that makes you shudder, the way it sets your soul to ruin with the force of him.

“Keep those fucking eyes on me.” He growls, and then nips at the inside of your thigh- sharp enough to make you arch up into him. “Don’t you dare think of looking away until I’ve had my fill.”

#ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #reader insert #thursday night thots #minors dni #18 + only

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anxiouspineapple99 · 4 months

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Lightning Then The Thunder

Pairing: Tech x OC!Silvie

Summary: A thunderstorm sparks a night of passion

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: MINORS DNI. Fingering, unprotected PiV (wrap your shit friends), praise kink, some hand/glove kink

Word Count: 1152

A/N: this was a gift for my friend, the wonderful and talented @vimse featuring her incredible OC Silvie!! It is also her art in the header! 🥰 go learn more about Silvie on Vim’s Tumblr!!

It’s raining. It rarely rains in Ord Mantell City, but when it does, there is electricity in the air. It hangs heavy, weighs on the chest like beskar. It leaves one feeling alive. Ready to take risks. And sometimes it sparks desire. Hot burning desire that is palpable through the streets.

That was how this began. Tech and Silvie were sitting at the modest table in her home. He was making modifications to Silvie’s datapad.

Silvie’s an enigma to him. A puzzle he’s determined to piece together. He’s proud that he’s slowly broken through her walls and now there is a softness between them. Trust and admiration. Attraction that roils perpetually beneath the surface.

Thunder rumbles as lightning streaks the skies. The atmosphere crackles with electricity and lust. Enough that the soft brush of a hand sends hearts racing. Tech is quiet, a stark contrast to his usual chatty demeanor. Silvie drops soft sideways glances toward him. Unconsciously, as if drawn by a magnet, they inch closer together. Her voice dropping lower with every passing moment, drawing him in. A siren’s whisper.

A moment is all they need. Eyes meet, the crack of lightning and rumbling of thunder reverberate in their chests. Their lips crash together. Tech cradles her jaw, his grip tender yet firm. Her tongue teases his lips. He responds with a deep groan. She tastes like cinnamon and heat and yearning. Any restraint he has dissipates as his hands grip her beneath her thighs. She wraps her legs around his waist and he effortlessly lifts her into his arms.

He lays her down on the bed. Both fumble with articles of clothing as anticipation courses through their veins. She stops him when he moves for his gloves, insisting he allow her to remove them. She massages his palm, kissing, and stroking. Her fingers splay as they creep toward his wrist. She hooks his glove, peeling slowly off, replacing the fabric with open-mouthed kisses. The act is far more intimate than he expects. Chills skitter up his arms and down his spine when she removes the second glove the same way.

In mere minutes, they are bared to one another, breathless in need and want. Tech’s fingers trace the outline of her body, cheek to hip. Thrill explodes through Silvie’s veins once again as his soft touch sends her reeling. His long, lithe fingers creep to her aching core. She gasps as he cages her in, his lips tickling her ear as he whispers one question, “May I?”

“Yes…yes, please…” she whimpers back. She glided his goggles off his face, kissing the red lines left behind.

His thumb finds her swollen clit, gently circling ensuring he sends pleasure surging through her. He captures her lips again, this time dragging her bottom lip between his teeth.

He slowly slides his finger inside her with little resistance. His breathing matches hers as the sound of her moans burns deep in his mind. Slow languid curls of his finger, dragging along her walls as he plays with the spongy spot deep within makes her see stars. Her cries grow louder as his ministrations drive her to climax. She grasps the bedsheets as her body writhes in ecstasy, his name pouring from her lips.

He peppers kisses along her cheeks and down to her breasts. His tongue circles the sensitive peaks of her nipples as he uses her slick to ready himself for her.

“Are you ready?” His voice is soft and eager to please.

She nods, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

He lines himself up with her entrance, pushing in slowly. He wants to feel every centimeter of her. She sucks in a sharp breath followed by a soft moan as he stretches her. His pace is slow and ardent. She feels amazing wrapped around his cock, and he wants to commit every thrust to memory.

His hands stroke down her arms, her fingers finally intertwining in one hand, her wrist tenderly yet firmly encircled with the other. He guides her hands above her head as he trails kisses up her torso. His goggles remain clutched in her hand as she arches into him.

The soft silence of the room is heavy only with soft sighs and moans. His vision is blurry. But that doesn’t matter. He knows her. Her full plush lips. Her beautiful dark hair. Her soulful eyes. Her sweet skin. All of her. Therefore his blurry vision is no hindrance as he explores her using his other senses. He’s pressing into her, slowly and sensually. He wants to take his time loving her. Her sighs are musical and he wants to listen to her song for as long as he can.

“You are exquisite, darling. I could listen to you make those sounds all night.”

She smiles as she tilts her head back, a luxurious moan falling from her tongue this time. Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him ever deeper.

“Good girl. Taking me so well. Making such divine sounds,” he praises her as he too, pushes deeper, seeking deeper connection as well as pleasure.

His lips brush her hair line, featherlight kisses being left in their wake. The gyration of her hips leave him nearly breathless. A symphony of moans and whines fill the room, punctuated by the rolling thunder and rain driving against the transparisteel of her room. The lightning illuminates their faces. Silvie’s breath hitches as Tech’s chocolate brown eyes sparkle when the flashes of light reveal the depth of his feelings for her: feelings that he might have kept hidden if not for the safety of darkness.

His rhythm begins to shift. He’s close. So is she. Their momentum becomes erratic as they chase their peak. Her body shudders and she screams his name, and her pussy clenching around him immediately sends Tech barreling over the precipice as well.

They collapse in a mess of afterglow. Tech kisses Silvie on the forehead before making his way to the fresher. He returns with a towel, tenderly cleaning her and then himself. He settles in next to her, her head laying on his chest.

“Here, you probably need these,” she chuckles as she hands his goggles back to him.

“Ah, yes. Thank you.” He slides the goggles back on. “That was exceptional.”

“It was.”

“If you are amenable to the idea, I would like to do that again sometime. Perhaps after a proper date?”

She smiles and huffs a soft laugh, “I would enjoy that immensely.”

After falling into companionable silence, they are soon overtaken by sleep. Tech is out first, much to Silvie’s surprise. She caresses the harsh angles of his jawline with a softness that until now was foreign to him. The rhythm of his heartbeat soon lulls her into her own deep slumber. And when morning comes, they will be all too eager to relive the night before all over again.

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pilesofpillows · 7 months

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Snooze

Attoye Kinktober | Free Choice: Somnophilia

Read it here on AO3

Warnings: Smut (18+), Highly NSFW, Dirty Talk, Power Dynamics (if you squint), Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Consenual Somnophilia

A/N: This fic was originally supposed be for Day 8, which is monsterfucking, but ya girl wants to fuck monsters on Halloween so I switched the two. Considering Day 31 was a free choice, I chose somnophilia 😜

It should be known, I am working on my omegaverse & bondage fics as well as a few other spicy shorts for this month. Let’s hope I get them out before Kinktober ends 💀😂

All my thanks and love to @theemfingmenace & @umber-cinders for beta reading this for me… my love for y’all cannot be properly articulated but I will always try my best & @theattoyearchive for actively encouraging my filthy writing habits 💕💕

Attuma had never met anyone who slept as deeply as his wife.

From the moment her head hit the pillow and her breathing evened out, Okoye was dead to the world. She could sleep through anything: thunderstorms, emergency sirens, even the chirping of birdsong in the mornings. At the start of their relationship, he'd made a game of trying to rouse her, attempting various things. He'd run his thumb along the divot of her spine, or press soft, shudder-inducing kisses to the back of her ear, or rain softer kisses over her cheeks and lips. There was even a time he'd mouthed his way up her neck and sucked a mark against her throat, only for her to hum soft and low, then rock her hips against him in her unconsciousness.

It was all to no avail. Anything less than the tinny chime of her kimoyo beads, and his wife remained unmoved.

"You would sleep through a tidal wave, in yakunaj," he'd rasped into her ear one slow morning. It was a rare occasion; neither of their presences were required elsewhere that day, and Okoye hadn't woken until the sun was high in the sky. He'd lain with her strewn across him, listening to her soft snores in perfect peace, nearly falling back asleep himself when she finally stirred.

Okoye sat up, thighs astride his waist, and stretched. Her voice was still thick with sleep as she chuckled, "You wouldn't let me drown, would you, sithandwa?"

Attuma smiled and sat up, adjusting them so she was seated in his lap, and kissed her forehead. "Never."

"Well then," she murmured into his neck, "I don't see the problem."

"The problem is: there are more enjoyable, exciting things we could be doing in the mornings," he replied, grasping her hips and rocking up into her suggestively.

Okoye chuckled again and leaned back, arching a bemused brow at him. "Is that what mornings are for now?"

"They could be," Attuma smirked. "Certainly sounds better than swimming or running before the sun rises." He ducked his head and began mouthing kisses against her throat and jaw. "You'd probably burn more calories on my cock anyway."

"Attuma!" she shrieked, rocking back and swatting his chest in scandal.

"Yes, in yakunaj?" he replied coyly. He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and pulled her into him, making her gasp as his mouth found the sensitive skin of her neck again.

Okoye smiled and shook her head, threading her fingers through his hair. She rocked against his hardening length and sighed prettily in his ear. The air between them grew heavy and thick, electric passion stoking the flames of their desire.

Attuma breathed her in, smelling the sweet spice of her arousal, and nearly purred. His hands encircled her waist, sliding under the tunic she'd worn to bed. His tunic. The oversized garment slid off her shoulder as she threw her head back, and he sucked a mark onto newly exposed skin.

"You know," she gasped, arching into his hold, "you don't have to wake me for that." Her hips ground against him, and Attuma could feel her wetness through the thin barrier of her thong. "You can have me anytime you'd like," she breathed, words blurring into a moan.

A quiet laugh rumbled through his chest as he drew back to pull the tunic over her head. "I doubt it would wake you regardless, ch'ujuk ba'al," he husked, sucking a dark peak into his mouth and nibbling on her pebbled nipple until she whined softly.

“Well, I'm awake now,” Okoye said, breaths coming faster as her fist tightened in his hair and her hips rocked against his stomach in search of the same sensation his mouth provided. "So I suppose you'll have to try a different morning."

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It was weeks before he had the opportunity.

Attuma woke first, like he always did, slipping from their sheets to dunk his head under the sink in their bathroom and refresh his rebreathers. He grabbed Okoye a fresh glass of water and brought it back to their bedroom, stopping in the doorway to admire the slumbering silhouette of his wife.

His love for her was unfathomable, deeper than his home's most sunken trenches. It went beyond all logic and reason, defying any attempts at explanation, and stole the very breath from his lungs when he considered it. Even now, knowing he had it, Attuma coveted her love. There was nothing he wouldn't do for it, and even the gods were blind to the lengths he would go to keep it. To keep her.

Okoye loved him back with the same ferocity. Her love was sunlight in his soul, bright and invigorating, filling the darkest recesses of him with something so pure he had no choice but to revel in its glory.

He wanted her all the time.

Crossing the room on quiet feet, Attuma placed her water on the bedside table and traced light fingers over the tattoos covering her scalp. She shifted, reaching her arm from under the covers and pressing her face into the pillow he usually slept on, seeking him out even in her sleep. He grinned.

A few stray rays of sunlight streamed into their room, shining softly across their bed and illuminating the rich brown of her skin. He studied her shamelessly, eyes raking over her body's sensuous curves and lean muscles. The dark bruise on her right shoulder brought a sharp edge to his grin, the sight of his mark on her waking something almost feral and certainly dangerous in him.

He slid back into bed soundlessly, covering her body with his own, and kissed a line from her neck to the bite. Okoye didn't stir in the slightest. She was naked, neither bothering to get redressed after cleaning up the remnants of their passion from the prior evening. Attuma was glad for it; he could take his time this way.

He trailed his lips from her shoulder to her nape, then ghosted kisses down her spine, lowering himself as he went. His legs straddled hers as his tongue dipped into the symmetrical dimples on her lower back. Hands running along her sides, Attuma stroked up and down in a circular pattern, thumbs gently pressing on the edges of her shoulder blades each time they crested. Still, Okoye remained deep in her slumber.

He wondered when she would wake. Would it take his tongue fluttering around her clit, sucking the sweet nub until she woke with his name on her lips? Or perhaps he'd focus his attentions higher— would she stir if he licked his way into the tight passage of her ass? Would she gasp and shudder as her mind caught up with the havoc he'd wreaked on her body? Then again, she might wake with a pretty keen as he slid his thick cock into her, splitting her open until she scarcely had room for breath.

He damn near salivated at the thought and hardened painfully as the blood rushed to his groin.

Fingers encircling her waist and drifting over her ribcage, Attuma's hands swept downward to grasp her hips. He pulled his sleeping wife to her knees and settled behind her, continuing his kisses over the perfect swell of her ass. He traced his tongue along her outer lips, savoring her taste. Using his thumbs to spread her open, he watched her sweet pussy blossom for him, honeyed arousal glistening like morning dew. Attuma bit his lip to suppress his groan and pressed a light kiss to her clit, nuzzling his nose against her entrance. Okoye's hushed sigh was sweeter than birdsong.

Leaning forward again, he pressed his tongue flat against her clit and dragged it through her folds, sampling her fully. He circled her entrance, flicking the tip of his tongue inside, and couldn't stop his groan as her cunt throbbed for him. He repeated the motion, humming while he lapped and laved at her with abandon, losing himself in the intoxicating taste of her.

Circling, sucking, nibbling, fucking— Attuma devoured her with a single-minded focus and an almost vulgar need to possess. He spelled out his name over her pussy, glyph by glyph, tasting her, marking her. There was no part of her that didn't belong to him, and he'd make sure her body would remember it, even if her mind didn't. His little wife arched back, breath hitching as she pressed her pretty pussy into his mouth, but she slept on, ignorant to the claim he was staking.

The depth of her slumber was a heady, thrilling challenge that made his blood race and his mind war with itself. There was a deep need in him to see how far he could drive her— to see her body tremble and quake with pleasure while she was lost in the land of dreams. Yet, the other half of him wanted to wake her, if only so he could tell her all he'd done to her while she slept, what she'd let him do to her. What she was letting him do even now.

The muscles in her thighs began their telltale tremble, a signal fire of her impending climax, and Attuma was greedy for it. He lashed at her clit, listening to her panting carefully, then wrapped his mouth around the bundle of nerves and sucked.

Okoye came for him without a sound, flooding his mouth with her release. Attuma's mind buzzed with a euphoric static, drunk on the power he commanded over her body.

He drew back, watching her sopping cunt throb and clench around nothing but air. She was ripe and swollen from his attentions, but he had no intention of stopping.

He wanted to ruin her.

Okoye woke dazed and near delirium.

An aching, singing heat in her veins only added to her confusion. She tried to take stock of her body, but her muscles tensed and jumped of their own accord. A thrumming rumble of vibration rocked through her, and her hips jerked back against a firm hold. Her nerves were overshot, her mind struggling to make sense of up and down until fingers— fingers inside of her —pressed against that soft, secret place within. Her eyes snapped open as electric ecstasy coursed through her body, making everything blindingly white for endless seconds, and she keened.

Okoye buried her face in the pillows, fighting for her sanity with every breath when a throaty chuckle sounded behind her.

"Ah-Attuma?"

She felt the responding hum ripple through her body and choked out another keen as the same fingers— his fingers —moved in her again. White-hot sparks of mind-numbing pleasure raced up her spine with the sound, sending her hands scrambling, reaching, grasping, twisting for some form of purchase as she arched back against her husband's talented tongue. His tongue that was circling and sliding, flicking and darting… against her ass.

Okoye's eyes screwed shut as she realized and croaked curses spilled from her lips like wine into their pillowcases while Attuma fucked her ass with his tongue. The dizzying amount of pleasure rollicking through her body was indescribable, and the coiling tension in her muscles was indisputable. She was going to come again— hard.

"Fuck, Okoye... you're gonna come again, aren't you?" Attuma asked before she could stutter the words, feeling her walls spasming around his fingers. "Yeah, you are," he answered his own question with a grin and rocked up to kiss the small of her back. "Gonna come from having my tongue buried in your ass, huh? Filthy girl." The taunt in his voice was almost cruel, and the bite he delivered to her ass cheek certainly was. All the while, his fingers stroked her with deadly precision, moving faster, harder, dragging against her until she damn near screamed. "Ko'oten túun, in yakunaj. Ko'oten tin yaal in k'ab. [Come on then, my love. Come on my fingers]."

Okoye had no choice. She came with the force of a tidal wave. Her back arched further, spine curving almost painfully, and strangled wails were screamed into the pillows below her. Her mind blanked out, ears ringing, and she detailed the heavens as supernovas burst behind her eyes.

Her senses returned one by one as her pulse thundered in her ears. Distantly, she could feel Attuma murmuring praises into her sweat-slicked skin, his fingers slowing gradually. Okoye hissed weakly when he withdrew from her, blinking through the haze of bliss and sleep as his lips trailed up her back, tongue licking the sweat pooling along her spine. He folded himself over her, hand tracing over her arm and folding over her still-furled fist. Attuma kissed the mark he'd left on her shoulder last night.

"Good morning," he rasped into her ear, nudging her cheek with his nose.

Okoye didn't trust her voice yet, so she pressed her face into his instead, trying to catch her breath.

Attuma's hulking frame shrouded hers, and he unfurled her fist, twining their fingers. "Do you know how many times you peaked for me, ch'ujuk ba'al?" His voice was still thick with lust, and she could feel the remnants of her arousal on his chin as he kissed the shell of her ear. "How many times this pretty pussy of yours came on my tongue before you even began to stir?" She mewled, hips jerking at the feeling of his thick cockhead dragging along her swollen sex.

Bast help her; he wasn't nearly done.

"Three." Attuma answered his own question, sinking his entire length into her with one deft stroke.

Okoye choked on her own gasp, incredulous at the number and overwhelmed by the fullness of him. "Ixoki [Liar.]," she accused, tongue tripping over the word and mangling the pronunciation entirely as he began fucking her.

"Three times," he said, untwining their fingers to grasp her hips and pull her back onto his cock. "Three. Fucking. Times." Every word was punctuated with a harsh thrust from him and a strangled moan from her. "Drank you down every fucking time, too."

The desperate scrape in his voice curled deliciously at the base of her spine, sending a bolt of heat that rocked through her before spooling low in her abdomen.

"Attuma... Bast!"

"No, Okoye. Not Bast," he growled, spreading her further and plunging deeper, "Not Chaac. Not Sekhmet. Not Itzmana." His thrusts took on a possessive quality, and her eyes rolled back, fingers twisting so tightly in the sheets they almost tore. "No gods, ch'ujuk ba'al... Just me. You're just for me." His rhythm grew erratic, and his grip grew tighter, and she cried out with every slam of his hips into hers. Attuma folded himself over her body, chanting his claim like a prayer into her skin. "Mine. All mine."

His mouth was all teeth and tongue, and she shrieked his name in a sob as his teeth sank into the muscle of her left shoulder.

"Fuck! Attuma, fucking... fuck!"

"Beyech mina, Okoye."

"Yes! Fuck! Yesyesyesyesyes!"

"Tell me– Tell me you're mine."

A demand, a request, a plea.

She was keening again, so overstimulated and so, so close.

"Yours, Ah! Attuma, ‘m’yours."

A capitulance, an answer, a promise.

It was enough.

Attuma roared his release, guttural and deep, hips stuttering against hers, fucking his cum deeper into her, every pulse of his cock shoving her over the brink with him. He dropped his head onto her back, resting heavy between her shoulder blades as they shuddered and panted, chests rising and falling in tandem.

Her mind began to drift, eyes blearing with exhaustion despite having just woken up. He pulled himself from her body slowly, and she sagged in his hold, legs too weak to hold her up any longer.

"Not yet, ch'ujuk ba'al," Attuma husked, recouping his breath and planting a sweet kiss on her nape, then another to the mark adorning her right shoulder and the next to the newest on her left. The rest he ghosted down her back, massaging her bruised hips as he slid lower. He kissed the soft swells of her ass, then spread her open. Her husband held her there, murmuring low in his mother tongue, but Okoye couldn't hear him.

Her brows knit in confusion, face heating as she felt the wet rush of their combined releases dripping down her slit. She swallowed thickly, opening her mouth to voice a question that died in her throat the moment the flat of his tongue met her pussy. Her mouth stayed parted in a wide, silent gasp as Attuma lapped at her with broad strokes, too shocked to move, even from the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on her again. The breath rushed back into her lungs when he curled his tongue and speared it inside her fluttering walls.

"Attuma!" His name was half a question, half an exclamation. "What– oh!– what're you doing?"

"Shh," he hushed her protests and massaged the back of her thighs. "This is mine too, isn't it, ch'ujuk ba'al?"

Okoye whimpered weakly, jumping as he kissed her clit.

"I just want a taste."

~Finis~

A/N: I’m smoking an herbal as we speak… I’ll touch grass when the sun is up.

Like I said, omegaverse and bondage are still cooking. I’ve embraced my inner chaos thanks to some… wise advice and I’ll just be posting what’s ready when it’s ready. My personal life is Hot Mess Express at the moment, but I will do my best to keep writing and sharing with y’all because each and every single one of you makes my heart glow like fireflies in the bayou. 💕💕

#attoye #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #okoye x attuma fanfiction #okoye #attuma #bpwf #black panther wakanda forever #kinktober 2023 #pilesofpillows

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 6 months

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soonyoung + 17 ✨

Soonyoung x fem!reader

“I swear you’re intoxicating.”

Word Count: 1197

Contents: mention of a thunderstorm, mutual masturbation, fingering, public sex, unprotected sex

Hot

The summer heat was oppressive. Even away from the highrises and winding streets of Hannam-dong, out in Namyangju City to visit Seoonyoung’s family, the August heat was still intense. Easy enough to fend off in his parent’s air-conditioned apartment but much harder when you ventured out for a picnic together. You didn’t last all that long before retreating back home, into the cool air once again.

That, though, didn’t stop you and Soonyoung from heading to the park that evening before making your way back to Seoul. As the sun started to set the heat only let off a little bit but it was enough for a nice walk in the nearly empty park.

Heavy.

The rain that was pouring down on the roof of the car. It came on so quickly during sweltering summer days. Though maybe it wasn’t much of a surprise, if the dark clouds covering the park and lack of other people had been any indication. It seemed everyone else had decided to be indoors.

But like lovesick fools the two of you had settled on a romantic walk in the park before heading home.

That was how you found yourself racing back to the car as the heavens opened above you, catching you in a torrential downpour. With clothes soaked through and hot, wet skin you both clambered back into the car, the rain coming down in such thick sheets you couldn’t even see out the windows.

“What now?” Soonyoung chuckled.

Hot.

Soonyoung’s breath on your ear. He was the one to start this, climbing over the console into the backseat and fixing you with a grin and a beckoning motion with his finger. You’d rolled your eyes but climbed in the backseat with him, giggling as his lips found yours in a warm kiss. His hands found your waist, pulling you as close as was comfortable, before running up and down your legs. He didn’t seem to care that either of you were soaked, seemingly lost in kisses.

“What are we, teenagers?” You’d mumbled against his lips. He chuckled into another kiss.

“We can’t exactly drive in this.” He’d pulled back from the kiss. “What else would you have us do?”

“Touche.”

So kisses gave way to making out and heavy petting, hands slipping under shirts and into pants. It had given you pause when Soonyoung moved to pull your shirt over your head, some sense in your brain wondering won’t somebody see?

“The rain is too heavy, babe.” Soonyoung answered your unspoken question. “No one is outside and even if they were, they can’t see us.”

That was all the convincing you needed to lift your arms, letting him rid you over your shirt.

More clothes made their way off after that. His shirt, your bra, his shorts and yours. It was as if it made you too impatient though, taking off clothes. He hadn’t gotten your panties off, instead pressing you to sit back in the seat while he rubbed you though the fabric. You were just as feverish though, a hand in his boxers, jerking him off with quick movements.

His lips left dark bruises blossoming over your neck as he sucked along the sensitive skin. Your sounds filled the car, huffs of breath and quiet moans as he pushed your panties to the side and teased you with one finger. The way you gripped his cock harder had him breaking away from your neck and letting out a groan nearly directly in your ear.

“Fuck, I need you so bad.”

“Why are you taking so long to finger me then?” Despite the breathiness of your tone, there was a clear grin in it.

Soonyoung was quick to sink a finger into your heat.

Heavy

Soonyoung’s touch on your skin, his hold on your hips as he sunk into you, head falling into your neck as he breathed out a moan. You were just as affected, arms around his neck and back pressed into the car seat. You could see the way the windows were fogged up now from your heavy breathing.

Soonyoung stayed still for a moment, and maybe if you asked he would insist it was so you could adjust, but you knew better, you knew how affected he was, how pussy drunk he got, needing you like he needed water. He breathed a shaky breath against your skin, groaned when you clenched around him.

“So good.” He moaned. “I swear you’re intoxicating.”

Your hands found his cheeks, cupping them and bringing his face up to meet yours. You pressed a kiss to his lips, long and lingering and slow. The moment felt caught in time, hung in mid-air, only brought back down to earth as he started to rock his hips into yours, sending a wave of pleasure through both of your bodies.

His hips moved faster bit by bit and eventually his lips fell away from yours again. Moans filled the car as pleasure mounted, each drag of his cock against your walls, wrapped around him, had the heavenly sensation filling you both. Even the thunder rumbling outside couldn’t rival the moans rolling off of both of your lips.

His movements grew rougher, as rough as they could in such a cramped space. As your highs drew nearer and nearer it was unclear if your hair was still wet from the rain or now from sweat. The car was hot and would have been stifling if you didn’t have your mind and body so occupied, so wrapped up in each of Soonyoung’s movements.

Your nails scratched down his back, earning harder thrusts and louder moans. Your name started to fall from his lips like a mantra and it had you trying to move your hips to meet his. Your head fell back against the seat, eyes screwed shut as you locked your legs around him tighter, as if you could pull him any closer.

“Cum with me.” Was it a question? A request? A demand? You didn’t know as the words slipped from your lips. It didn’t seem to matter though, Soonyoung groaned at your words, snapping his hips just a little faster, a little harder as he chased the high.

You fell over first, gasping and going nearly silent as your back arched. The feeling of utter bliss surged through your body, leaving your legs trembling and you sucking in heavy breaths as your heart raced. Soonyoung followed you quickly, filling you with his warmth as he groaned at the feeling of you squeezing around him. His hips stuttered to a stop deep inside you, catching his breath in quick puffs against your skin.

Soonyoung collapsed against your chest, sighing contentedly into you as you opened your eyes. The moment was quiet as you ran your fingers through his wet hair, gaze shifting up to the windows and noticing the change in the rain.

“Just in time.” You hummed.

Soonyoung lifted his head, gazing out the window at the clearer view of the park beyond the muddy, dirt parking lot. “Much better use of our time than sitting and talking.” He grinned breathlessly. You pressed a kiss to his lips. “Much better.”

#finally banging another one out #i had this idea this morning #and im doing a work on your damn wips nanowrimo #so i thought i could make this idea work with one of the prompts #i do have another idea but im not sure about it #it kinda works with one of the prompts #and this also means im at the right time to work on a cumslut leader line work #god yall remember that?#seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt imagines #svt smut #hoshi imagines #hoshi smut #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung smut #kwon soonyoung smut

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ironflowerflower2008 · 8 months

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Madara Uchiha x reader

Warning ⚠️:- teen age marriage, arrange/forced marriage, soft virginal sex, Pregnancy, very innocent reader

Please if you are not comfortable then don't read. Bye love you

You were forced to marry the Uchiha leader as his father and your father has arranged it he was very older then 4 years difference. you were 16 while he was 20.

You were very innocent. Your father only wanted money. So they give you to the Uchiha's. You hated them even tho they are your clan's best friend but you hated them and now fate has been sealed by them.

..........................•~•..............................

You were sitting in your wedding gown waiting for your husband who you hated very much. And you hear foot steps. He is very handsome. "sleep on the floor" he said and throwing you on the floor with one hand.

You looked at him angrily. 'so rude' Well you can't do anything about it. One thing about what your mother tell you "do as he says ".

It was very uncomfortable but you have to sleep as your husband says and then raining started and then thunderstorms. You have slept but then you heard thunder voice making you run to bed.

You go up on the bed and You hug Madara very tightly he was awaken up no doubt and knew that you were scared but still asked "what happened y/n? " he said in a very deep voice. "I-I-I am S-Scared of Thunder. P-please when rain will stop I promise I will go on the floor"

He sigh wrapping his arms around me protectively chuckling. You accidentally touch his private part. " I am sorry I am sorry. I didn't mean to do that" he looked at you angrily and grab your hair but quickly loose his grip when he sees you in pain and he realized he is not like his father.

He get on top of you " how old are you ? " It was hurting you he was very heavy... of course he will be. " Please it's hurting you are heavy" he get up and sit beside me and I also get up and sit facing him " now answer me.

" 16 " he looked at you shockingly with mouth hung opened " WHAT ? You are really 16 YEAR OLD " you nodded "how will you carry my heir Uchiha heir you are so young to be pregnant and weak uchiha child is really strong to be carried" he looked at you. You were looking at him dumbfounded 'what is he talking about?'.

" don't tell me you don't know anything about sex and how babies are made? " you have heard that word for the first time. You shake your head. He grab his forehead.

" what you know about babies " " they come from a fairy " he started to hit head on bed in frustration you tried to stop and then thunder happened so you quickly go to him. He sigh and look at her as she was so small " looks like I have to show you now "

He came close to your face and grab your neck with his large hand making more closer and kissed you. You have never kissed anyone.He then grab you easily making you sit on his lap.His and your face movie in sync. He broke the kiss.

"Remember it will hurt" laying you on bed. He kissed you again now you courage your self and kissed him back even tho didn't know how to kiss someone.

He then go to kiss your neck and found a sensitive spot. You get ghoosbumps and couldn't hold the sound that left your mouth he suck to it. He grab the ribbon but you grabbed his hand " why are taking my clothes off"

He came close to your ear " it is a part of making a baby" he put your hand away and take your clothes off. You look away in embarrassment you feel awkward to be naked Infront of someone and was insecure about your body.

" you are beautiful Don't be embarrassed" he was also take off his clothes quickly and naked he put his hand on your mouth " grab the sheets " you then felt so much pain in your lower area. Madara knew he is big and it will be hard to get inside of her.

You wanted to scream but you can't because of the hand your mouth only muffling sound was coming out of our mouth. You felt liquid running down. It was blood.

When he finally was inside he lift his hand from your mouth. You were crying looking at him. He wipe your tears and kiss ever tear.

" it's okay but I have to do this today or tomorrow" " I didn't k-knew i-it h-urt thi-ss m-much " he kissed your lips softly and connect your forehead to his. He started to move slowly and you feel pain but after a while it was a new feeling... pleasure feeling...

When he started to move. Your mouth leave a sound 'ahh'. Madara started to move fastly when he knew your Virginia is stretch. You were moaning mess.

Madara was close so you were. It was a forgein feeling. You were moaning mess. Madara came three times in your lower area.

Madara finally cum third time. He collapse on your body "you were so fucking tight". You both were breathing heavily. He kissed your neck then take nipples. " ahhh Madara please I-I-I am t-tired"

"like I would care" he keep sucking your nipples finally he was also exhausted he lay beside. You tears were running down your eyes.

Madara sees it and regret her turn to you and hug you while putting sheet upon both of you. "You are so beautiful" Madara whisper in your ear.

You smile at him. He smile back and kiss you you again blushed "this blush look so cute on your face. What if our child have this cute blush..."

Two weeks later~

Izuna,Madara mom and father were having breakfast. When Madara and you came and sit on your table. "I don't know when will I have the news from you that I am going to be grandmother and you should give me a boy or I will make Madara marry another woman." Madara glare at his mother. You held his hand.

"I will try to...." you said in a very low voice as you never said anything loudly not Infront anyone not even your husband. "Brother did the war stopped?" Izuna said changing the topic.

"don't say lame things izuna it will never stop and we will always be the strongest" Madara was going to say but his father stopped him by saying that.

Y/n wasn't feeling good as she was going to vomit as she was feeling nauseous. She quickly stand up and run towards bathroom. Madara get up and run after his little wife.

"Y/n did you eat something? Are you okay now? feeling better" Madara said in a very worried tone. You look at him with a small smile she put her small hand on his face "I found out..... Yesterday 'I am pregnant' the doctor said but where is the child" you said in a very low tone.

Madara smiled and put his hand on her stomach "here" "but how the child os staying their babies are big right?" Madara smiled "you will know soon" and helped her get up to brush her teeth. As she finish brushing her teeth. Madara slam his lips on yours and you wrap her legs around his waist. He put on sink.

You both do make out session that you learn from your husband."you don't know how much happy I am... I just hope it will be a boy..." Madara wasn't saying this because he doesn't want the daughter he will love his daughter no matter what but.....

His father won't as there parents always give superiority to a boy. As Madara sister that is dead now. His father don't even held her funeral just buried her not even caring to tell the brothers they found out on there own.

"don't worry it will be a boy".... They both go to tell them the happy news. "Better be a boy daughter-in-law" Madara father said in a harsh tone.

"IT'S NOT IN HER HAND FATHER be happy that she actually get pregnant otherwise you know how I am" Madara said in a very loud voice which surprised his mother a father. Y/n was standing behind Madara protective figure...

"Madara don't forget your manners" Madara grab your hand and take you to there room. "You haven't eat anything please let me bring you something madara".

"I am not hungry. My hunger is already killed by them" you leave his hand "I am sorry I wish I was a good wife" Madara eyes soften. "You didn't do anything love, you are fulfilling your duty" Madara smiled at her and kisses her lips softly...

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justonemorechapternicercy · 2 years

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⚠️ Warnings: Triton/Percy, incest, suggestive themes.

The sand was still comfortably warm under him, but the wind already carried the first signs of trouble. He looked up to the darkening sky, and sighed just as a huge clap of thunder sounded.

At least this time it wasn't him who was the reason for the storm.

The sky split into two as the rain began to pour, drenching his surroundings. He was the only one who kept dry, not wanting to freeze, yet he still shivered as the force of the cool wind hit him.

"We should go in," his partner put his warm hand on his shoulder, goosebumps running through his arm due to the combination of the cold air and the hot skin.

"I enjoy thunderstorms..." he sighed, locking eyes with his partner. Those oh-so-similar sea-green eyes looked skeptical at him, so he added, "When I'm not the scope of it."

"Still, better not to bring his attention to us. You can watch the storm from inside too." Triton squeezed his shoulder, and Percy nodded. He was right. While they didn't do anything wrong since the last time Zeus wanted to smite Percy, it was better not to give any reason for the already angry Zeus to "accidentally" hit him with a lightning.

Triton led Percy back into their little cabin in Montauk, grabbing an enormous, fluffy blanket to warm his lover up.

"Let's sit and watch the storm from here," Triton said, and Percy smiled at him, lovingly, adoringly. The god turned the big couch so they can look out from the window. He sat down, leaving place for Percy, then beckoned the demigod to sit there and lean on him.

Percy's body vibrated with restrained energy. The electricity in the air made his instincts go wild, and as much as he wanted to just keep cuddling with his lover, he couldn't sit still.

They were so close to each other, hip to hip, chest to back. Percy was almost dizzy at the feelings, and by being surrounded by Triton, he felt his jeans tightening.

Turning his head towards Triton, he whispered as if he was telling a secret. "I love this."

"And I love you." Triton's voice in his ear was low and husky, his godly presence was almost too much, yet not enough at the same time. Percy shuddered, his breath hitching as hot breath grazed his sensitive skin on his neck.

"Do you have any idea about what you are doing to me?" Triton growled, his hands squeezing Percy's hips.

"Yes," came the cheeky answer from Percy. "The same you are doing to me," he added, throwing his head back at Triton's shoulder. A strangled, yet humorous noise was the only response he got.

"You little brat," Triton growled, and turning Percy's head in a better position, he kissed his half-brother gently. Lightly sucked on his lower lip, asking for permission.

"I want you so much," Percy admitted, and he squirmed in Triton's lap until they sat chest to chest, him on top of the god's tights, his legs on both sides of his brother.

"And I want you. I want to touch you, I want to kiss you, I want to make you wet and desperate," Triton murmured.

"So what are you waiting for?" The demigod shot back, but he didn't have time to get brattier.

His half-brother was already making sure to fulfill his promises-

And some more.

#percy jackson #triton #triton x percy #for my beloveds who love tritercy ❤️#tritercy #pjo ficlet #pjo #lemon

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vancilocs · 1 year

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30-45 for jack and mirad and fenrir and rache and zola this time?

sorry i went to work

Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

Jack would wear a loose crop top and a matching skirt

Rachne would put his partners in like 78% more harnesses, Zola puts them in scarves and loose clothes, Fenrir wants them to wear more leather and belts

Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

Both are kinda handsy, Mirad puts his arm on Jack's shoulders and plays with his collar, sometimes puts a hand on his thigh, he's getting touched somewhere

All are handsy, Rachne's the one outright sitting on laps or then using his spider leggies to hug the others, Fenrir likes to lean on the others or sling a leg over them, Zola puts an arm around the guys

Who's the better story teller?

Jack

Rachne

Who's the better cook?

Mirad, he's more particular with his diet so he's learned

Zola, a wizard with spices

Who's more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush?

Mirad's a bit outwardly hornier and loves making Jack noodly and blushy

All of them are absolutely horrible but Fenrir has the least tolerance for that stuff

Who's more artistic?

Jack with his little sculptures

Rachne, tattoo artist

Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Mirad is at work at 2am, but assuming he was asleep Jack knows better than well never to wake him up. He can go make his poptarts by himself

If anyone wakes one of the others up, they'll get violently ousted from the bed and locked out of the bedroom

Which is more likely to swear?

I think it's pretty equal, neither is super foulmouthed

All of them are awful

Who is more sexually experimental?

Tbh Jack tests more limits to the point even Mirad has to say no sometimes. But they establish their boundaries and work well since

Fenrir was like 17 and a virgin when he met those two you know he got his world rocked in so many ways

Who's more vanilla?

Probably Mirad surprisingly. Less into the choking and hitting

I dunno all are kinda freaky

Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

Jack would, Mirad would find it endearing but is not willing to have it in his house

They all do that, helping out stray dogs and other animals, they don't keep them though

Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?

Jack at times, he can order takeout if Mirad's already eaten

Zola and Fenrir, they do share their food but if you whine that there's nothing in the house cave and you're hungry then go out and hunt or something damn

Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering?

Jack because he knows how sensitive Mirad is to cold

Nobody so it's usually Rachne saying his partners fucking suck and they go okay damn and give him a jacket or a shawl/scarf

What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

Mirad enjoys the sounds of rain, especially when snuggled up on the couch watching TV

All love piling up by the fireplace, having a drink and listening to thunder outside

Who would give their life for the other without a second thought?

Jack, don't do that honey

Fenrir would give his life for less

Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

Jack shakes his ass while making poptarts and Mirad can barely keep his horny hands to himself

All can have a bit of a dance party while wine-drunk and heating up something salty to munch on

Can they fall asleep without the other?

Mirad would prefer not to.

Not really, there should always be at least someone to share the bed with. Alone is weird.

#fenrir was like 17-20 when he ran with zola and rachne and were any of us okay at that age #didnt think so #long oc thing

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nohomobutactuallyyes · 4 years

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I want a girl that’ll hold me in bed while it’s thunderstorming and tell me that everything is gonna be okay

#it’s thunderstorming right now and i’m stressed #it woke me up #part of my anxiety is triggered by weather events #and sound sensitivity makes thunderstorms suck #i want a gf #love #sapphic #wlw #gay #lesbian #lgbtq #lgbt #anxiety #anxiety triggers #protecc me #thunderstorms

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little-diable · 2 years

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Let Me Love You - Jasper Hale (smut)

It's been way too long, I'm sorry. Here's some soft early morning sex with our favorite cowboy. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Jasper is set on appreciating every part of her body as the morning is still young.

Warnings: 18+, sex, unprotected sex, oral (f), very sweet and soft

Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader (1.1k words)

“It’s too early, Jas’.” Her yawn drowned out the sound of his chuckles. Jasper's cold hands were dancing up her sides, he was pressed against her, keeping her close as she was waking up. The morning was still young, barely an hour old and he was already needy for her touch, an addiction he almost found pride in.

“Relax, let me take care of you, darlin’.” Jasper’s cold lips found her neck, all while his hands disappeared beneath the big shirt she was wearing. With her front pressed against the mattress and her eyes fluttering close once again, (y/n) allowed Jasper to love her body in the purest way imaginable. “My beautiful girl, I love you. I devote myself to every part of you.”

Slowly he rolled her onto her back, he helped her out of the shirt, naked body exposed to his golden pupils. (Y/n) didn’t speak a word, only her soft moans and gasps filled the room, urging Jasper on to touch her body. He was exploring her body in the purest form, so loving and sweet, (y/n) was sure that she was still dreaming, “Love you too, Jas', so much.”

With his lips pulled into a smile he kissed his way down her upper body, hands finding her breasts as he kept moving closer to her aching core. A few touches were enough to push her into soaring waves of heat, heat that burned its way through her body like lava pouring from an erupting volcano. She could only pray to the spirits above that he’d burn his touch into her skin, forever etched into her heart and soul.

She arched her back, trying to move even closer as his cold lips found her clit, he sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves, carefully easing their way into the thunderstorm of sensations that would roll upon them. Jasper ate her out with his moans rumbling through him, the sounds vibrated on her skin, shaking through her barely awake body.

“You taste so sweet, darlin’. Wish I could stay buried between your thighs forever.” His praises were met with a moan bleeding from her lips. (Y/n)’s hand found his golden locks, she tugged on his roots, having to ground herself as he pushed her closer to her release. One of his hands left her breasts, he brought his fingers up to her mouth, watching how she wrapped her lips around his digits, sucking on them.

Their moans flooded together, forming a symphony to wake the early morning from its drowsy state. Jasper pulled his fingers from her mouth with a wet plop, he brought them to her entrance, set on preparing her for his cock. He fucked her slow, enough to make her legs quiver in anticipation, though not fast enough to push her over the edge with just a few thrusts.

“Oh fuck, feels so good, don’t stop, please.” (Y/n) begged, she felt weightless, no longer was she a part of her body, though still somewhat connected to the emotions that arose inside of her. He was guiding her body like a compass showing her the way out of the blackest night, freeing her from any worries clouding her mind. Jasper was always right there, to hold her close, to love her, to worship her.

His tongue kept teasing her clit as he curled his fingers, pushed against her swollen spot. Her walls clamped down on his fingers, set on holding him close as her orgasm began to flush through her. His name rumbled through (y/n), and with her head thrown back and her toes curled, she gave in.

“Fuck, Jas’.” She was heavily panting, the blinding sensation had robbed her of her vision, forcing the trembling woman to rely on Jasper and the sweet nothings he whispered. He found his way back to her lips, sharing a few slow kisses as he got rid of his boxers, freeing his twitching cock.

“Can I?” He’d always ask for her consent, waiting for her to speak the softest “please” he had ever heard in his century long life. Almost too carefully he pushed into her tightness, relishing in the warm sensation that bound the two lovers closer together. For a moment he stilled, allowing her to adjust before he started fucking her.

There was nothing rushed about this moment, as if time had been frozen for the two lovers, they got lost in one another's touch. (Y/n)’s legs found their way around his waist, keeping him close as he panted into the crook of her neck. Neither Jasper nor (y/n) felt the need to speak up, to voice out the emotions and thoughts that were holding onto them with all their might.

All they needed was to feel one another, an all too familiar touch they’d never get tired of. It was a beautiful spectacle, mother nature's finest creation and the two of them were fortunate enough to savour every fraction of a rushing by second.

Their moans only urged them on to give into the high that would soon hold their bodies hostage, at least for a handful of seconds. Jasper was set on pushing her over the edge again, wanting to hear her moans, the sweetest sounds he’d think of when he was far away from her. And all she needed was to feel him, his cold hands running along her sides, his cold lips pressed against her throat. Touches she’d dream of late at night.

The one place where she could lose her fears, pure, loving, and raw. The one place where she could be herself. Wrapped in his embrace.

“Want you to cum with me, can you do that for me, darlin’?” His question was met with a soft “yes” bubbling out of her, she sharply inhaled, trying to stop herself from giving in as Jasper chased his high. He fucked her harder than in those last few minutes and with a nod of his head, he allowed her to give in.

Both moaned in unison, their orgasms rocked through them, leaving their bodies trembling in delight. (Y/n) kept her arms and legs wrapped around him, not wanting to let go just yet, scared that their bubble of comfort would pop any moment now. Only as Jasper pulled out of her, did she allow him to stand up, to reach for a towel to clean them both up with.

He’d press soft kisses to her slightly swollen lips every now and then, sharing the purest and rawest form of his emotions with the woman that was holding his dead heart in her warm hands. Jasper would always love her, if she'll let him.

#Jasper Hale smut #chi's lemon #Jasper Hale imagine #twilight

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clareguilty · 3 years

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A Stormy Endeavor

Read it here on the AO3

Endeavor/reader (reader is gender neutral but has a coochie)

Rating: 18+ ONLY Explicit | breeding(no pregnant only breed), rough sex, squirting, it's smut babey

Word count: ~2200

Disclaimer: i do not watch this show or read the manga i am only writing this because 2 people in particular made me very horny for this character. I know he's a shithead but he's buff and i know he has a monster can sized peepee

The sound of the key in the front door had you flying from the kitchen. Enji had barely set his bags down inside when you flung your arms around his middle. His coat was damp from the downpour outside, but you didn’t care.

"You're home," you murmured, squeezing him tight.

"I missed you," he kissed your hair.

"Do you want dinner? I can heat you up a plate." You had already eaten at a more appropriate supper time earlier in the evening, but you had made sure to have plenty of leftovers for when Enji eventually got home. It was now past 10pm, but you wanted to make sure Enji ate something.

“I already ate. Thanks.” He shrugged off his coat and hung it in the closet. You moved his bags to the bedroom to be unpacked later. On your way to the kitchen to put away leftovers, you pulled down Enji’s favorite bottle of liquor from the shelf and a glass. You set the bottle on the side table and went to get some ice and clear the food away.

When you returned to the living room with the glass of ice, you found Enji leaned back in his massive armchair with the open bottle in his hand. He had removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, laying back in the chair with his eyes closed and listening to the storm outside. He was tense -- he was always tense -- but it felt so right to have him home again. You couldn’t wait to sleep beside him again. Safe from the wind and the rain.

You used to love thunderstorms before moving in with Enji. The soothing roar of the thunder and the sound of the rain on the roof. It lulled you to sleep at night and made for cozy afternoons with a pot of tea and soft music.

But in Enji’s luxurious penthouse apartment with glass walls, sprawled at the top of a skyscraper, the storm made you nervous. It was late at night and raining so hard you couldn’t even see the lights of the city through the storm. Every clap of thunder seemed to shake the whole building, and you had been anxious all evening.

It was silly, you knew. Enji had lived here long before the two of you got married, and no storm had ever so much as caused a leak. But you had only been married a few months, and you were still getting used to being alone in the massive apartment while your husband was away on business trips.

“I brought ice- if you want it.” You sat the glass down, sitting on the couch and watching as Enji took another pull from the bottle before pouring some liquor over the ice.

Lightning flashed outside the window, briefly illuminating the city skyline, and you braced yourself.

The boom of the thunder still made you jump slightly, and you flushed as Enji glanced your way. “I’ll go unpack your bags.” You excused yourself and hopped up from the couch. The sleek and modern bathroom was one of the only rooms without floor to ceiling windows, and you fully intended to wait out the worst of the storm by rearranging the medicine cabinet for the third time this week.

Another roll of thunder had you tensing as you made your way to the bedroom. You swore you felt the damn building shake. The rain slammed against the glass even harder, and the wind howled louder than you had ever thought possible.

You jumped for real as warm arms wrapped around you. “Are you scared?” Enji asked with a low chuckle.

“I’m just… not used to the storms,” you said. “It’s different all the way up here.”

“Weather says it’s been like this for a few days now,” he murmured. His shoulders slackened as he pulled you against his chest. He had been gone for over a week, leaving you alone in this massive and expensively decorated apartment with all its windows and black granite and modern cabinetry.

“I’ve been hiding in the bathroom,” you admitted, cheeks hot with shame.

“No more of that.” You could tell he was smiling. “I’ve got you.” He pulled you back to his chair and into his lap. You grabbed his glass and took a generous sip. The booze would help with your nerves at least. Curling against his shoulder, you let your fingers trail over his exposed chest.

When the next clap of thunder startled you, Enji leaned in to kiss you. His hands found your ass, squeezing and kneading as he held you in place. You kissed him until you were both breathless, pressing your forehead to his as you giggled and panted. You had missed him so much, and he had a way of making everything else disappear when he held you close.

“You’re not too tired, are you?” you asked, kissing along his jaw and down his neck.

Always a man of few words, Enji responded by pulling your legs over his thighs so you were straddling him properly and dragging your hips to his. He was hard in his slacks.

“Let me take care of you,” you gasped, rocking down against him to feel the heat against you. You were in nothing but a soft sleep shirt and thin shorts, and you could feel every twitch of his cock. You reached down to get his pants open and free his cock. He moaned against your lips as you wrapped your fingers around him. You moved to climb off him, to kneel between his legs, but you were surprised when he held you in place.

“Need to fuck you,” he growled. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held on tight as he grabbed your thighs and stood. He managed to make it to the bedroom despite your kisses and whispers of how much you needed him.

You fell back onto the bed, shoving your shorts off and pulling your shirt over your head as Enji stepped out of his slacks and shirt. He pinned you beneath him, kissing you with a heat and hunger he rarely showed. You raked your nails over his shoulders and down his arms as he shoved your thighs apart with his knees.

“I’m gonna fill you so good,” he said, “-felt like a damn idiot jerking off in the hotel showers. Just wanted to breed you.”

You rocked your hips at his words. You wanted nothing more than to feel Enji inside of you, his weight and strength and heat. He always left you sated and filled. The past few days, alone in bed and terrified of the storms, all you wanted was your husband.

“Enji…” you moaned. “Please.”

He smirked at your begging and ran a hand up your thigh. His fingers stroked your entrance, and you arched into the touch. He wasted no time, pressing two fingers inside of you and fucking you hard.

You cried out, fingers digging into the expensive silk sheets as Enji curled his fingers and swiped his thumb over your clit. It was a lot of stimulation very fast, and you squeezed your thighs around Enji’s hips as he fingered you.

It wasn’t unusual for him to be rough in bed, and you loved it. His bruising grip and biting kisses and ruthless fucking were something you adored and cherished. You had just expected him to be tired and stressed after his business trip, fully intending to suck him off and rub his shoulders before calling it an early night.

The heat in his eyes was unexpected as he kissed his way down your chest. He never slowed the pace of his fingers. You couldn’t do much more than lay back and take it, eyes rolling back as choked off moans of his name escaped your lips. You were going to come remarkably quickly, a strange and intense feeling twisting inside you as he pressed your thighs apart and lifted your hips for a better angle.

“Fuck! Enji!” you whined. “Please, I’m so close.”

He smiled as he nipped bites across your chest, kissing his way up your neck to capture your lips. “Come for me,” he breathed.

It was only a few more seconds before you toppled over the edge into one of the most powerful orgasms of your life. Your pussy clenched around his thick fingers, and you shook and arched beneath him, accidentally biting his lip when he continued to stroke your clit. Your thighs were shaking and felt way too warm and sticky.

You collapsed back onto the bed, only to recoil when you realized the sheets were soaked.

“What the…” you tried to scramble up, frustrated when your body refused to cooperate.

Enji was grinning, and you watched him bring his dripping fingers to his lips, licking the taste of you off of his knuckles.

His cock was hard and dripping, and you knew he was still going to fuck you after the mind blowing orgasm he just put you through.

You didn’t get the chance to move, he pinned you back beneath him, one hand sliding beneath your hips and lifting you so he could grind against your dripping pussy. You had always loved his strength, how he could lift you and carry you with ease. He held your hips even with his, head tipping back and eyes fluttering shut as his cock slid against you.

You were absolutely soaked and smeared with precum. He slid into you slowly, a loud moan ripping from his chest as you squeezed around him. His cock was huge and thick, and he loved the way you could take all of him.

With the way he was holding you, shoulders heavy into the sheets and hips raised high, you could feel every inch of him as he pressed inside of you. You shuddered as he filled you, gasping as your pussy clenched and gushed, soaking his length.

“Fuck,” he groaned at the feeling and slammed the rest of the way inside of you. You could feel him so deep, stretching you open as he rocked his hips inside you.

You were sensitive and at his mercy. He squeezed his eyes shut, jaw tightening as he got used to the feeling of you around him.

“Please,” you breathed, “move, please.”

It was all the encouragement he needed. Enji began fucking you just as hard as before, but now he was splitting you open on his cock, fingers digging into your hips hard enough you were sure to have two massive handprints on your skin tomorrow.

You wanted to be able to hold him, to touch him, but there wasn’t much more you could do than cling to the sheets for dear life. He lifted one of your legs, placing your ankle on his shoulder, somehow managing to fuck you even deeper.

“Fuck!” you screamed. You didn’t think it would be possible, but you came again, soaking Enji’s hips and stomach. You were pretty sure you accidentally kicked him in the face, but he didn’t even react and kept fucking you just as hard as before.

He had his bottom lip drawn between his teeth, eyes closed, breathing hard, and sweat evaporating off of his skin. He let out a heavy breath, and you prayed the smoke detector wouldn’t go off.

“I’m close,” he growled. “Gonna fill you up good- breed you. Take it all for me.”

You could do nothing but nod breathlessly. Enji bottomed out inside of you, grinding against you as his cock swelled and pulsed. It was so warm inside you, filling you beyond what you thought possible. You wondered if it was a part of his quirk- the heat, a pleasant warmth as he claimed you.

He let out a heaving breath, not even aware of the flames that licked over his skin for half a second. Another moment, and he leaned into you. His full weight settled on top of you, and you wheezed. He was still buried inside of you, mostly hard and occasionally rutting against your hips, keeping that warmth deep inside.

“Enji,” you gasped, weakly pushing at his chest. He turned to nuzzle into your neck, ignoring your protests. “Can’t breathe.”

He glanced up, blinking and shaking his head slightly. “Oh, sorry.” He rolled to the side, reluctant to pull away from you. You let out an embarrassing sound as his cock slipped out of you, thighs shaking from exhaustion.

“That was… surprising,” you managed.

He nodded, eyes closed and fingers laced behind his head. “If I weren’t so tired I would probably try and go again.”

You let out a loud, guffawing laugh. “No you wouldn’t. You’re on your own for the rest of the night.” You couldn’t take any more. You knew it.

“I could change your mind,” Enji smirked, not even looking your way.

“You ruined the sheets,” you whined, eyeing the rather impressive damp spot.

“That was all you,” he corrected. “Fuck, it was so hot.”

You hid your face in your hands. “I’m so embarrassed.”

Enji pried your wrists away, kissing your forehead. “Don’t be. I’m going to be taking full advantage.” He ran a thumb over your cheek. His other hand rubbed over your stomach, and you smacked it away when he tried to slip it between your thighs again.

“Quit that.”

“What if I run you a bath?” he offered. “I’ll change the sheets.”

“You’re getting in with me?” you asked.

“Of course,” he kissed you and climbed out of bed towards the bathroom.

#my hero fanfic #my hero academia #bnha smut #bnha #todoroki enji #endeavor #endeavor/reader #endeavor x reader #mha enji #enji x reader #enji/reader #enji todoroki #smut #lemons #endeavor smut

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abusivelittlebunny · 2 years

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Today is my birthday!! And that makes me wonder what great things Angel would do for John on his🤔

Happy birthday!! I hope you'll like this smutty delight snippet ♥

NSFW warning ⚠️

Oh well cake is just a must, Angel probably spends at least a month preparing the day in advance, thinking up the menu for breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert and even snacks and of course where he'll take his darling. John is not very fussy about it, says he'd be happy to just spend the day home "getting dicked down to the afterlife" but Angel insists they must do something romantic before uhm that.

I'd like to think Angel prepares a picnic in a beautiful flowery park, putting together an extensive basket and preparing everything to be neat and pretty and romantic even as John insists that honestly he doesn't need to bother. He does look like a pure ray of sunshine though when he sees it, blushes like a maiden from the huge rose bouquet and the effort put into it all. Of course, things don't go exactly as planned, not with a few squirrels deciding to rob them of some of their food, John giggling adorably as he watches Angel chase after a fat one pulling a whole slice of pizza, and then there's the loose dog that started sprinting towards them and knocked over everything and got mud all over the blanket, and then finally, just as Angel is about to bring forth the cake, the rain started. Angel is utterly miserable as he packs up the picnic set, John helping and insisting it was all fine but the rain turned to a whole thunderstorm and they got absolutely soaked, thank God they managed to get the food back to the car in time. Angel was still feeling disappointed as John scooted in to the backseat and turned up the heating as he started peeling out of his wet clothes, gorgeous body on display as he kept saying that everything is fine, his family usually forgets his birthday anyway and he is used to just going out for drinks with a couple of friends; the morning pancakes with the raspberries and the chocolate would have sufficed already, not to mention the glorious sleepy sex, stop being hard on yourself.

Angel pouts but can't stop looking at John sprawled out in the backseat, naked and eating the uncut cake with just a fork and offering him some, moaning how delicious it is. Angel thinks, "fuck it," and gets in the backseat after getting rid of his own wet clothes. John watches him hungrily, giving space between his thighs and biting his lip as Angel leans in and licks the cream from John's plump mouth in a messy kiss.

John doesn't notice Angel's fingers swipe some of the cream off his cake until said cream is smeared over his chest, right down to his nipple, Angel chasing after it with his tongue and John gasps as Angel takes his nipple in his mouth and sucks. John has very sensitive tits, and Angel mastered just how to treat them right and push his buttons. John's breath hitches when Angel lightly bites, before trailing further down with more cream to lick off of John's body, following the line of his abs to each of his hipbones, to his aching dainty cock. Angel has never seen a cock so pretty, all pink and slim and just the right size for a mouthful, and he could tease John with their size difference all day over it. He licks over the cute member before taking all of into his mouth, enjoying how John's entire body twitches and convulses, his breathing labored with wanton moans that sound even more feminine and pretty than any woman's whose pussy Angel ate. John won't let him linger much there though, whines and squeezes his soft thighs around Angel's head as he mumbles, "Please, eat me."

It's remarkable how John became so addicted to Angel's tongue inside him, even though he was so embarrassed by the act at first, now Angel eats him out almost every time they have sex, John's blushing request spoken so softly as he says "Eat me." He can't say it all out loud often, only when he's truly lost in the haze of pleasure after quite a few rounds does he spread his used hole with his fingers and lets a bit of Angel's cum seep out as he mewls, "Please, Daddy, put your tongue in me and eat out my slutty boy pussy, I love it so much," but Angel knows that every time John whimpers out the short version, he truly wants to say the full one.

Angel presses an adoring little kisses to John's pretty cock, both of his thighs, and his cute pink hole before he rasps, "Of course, baby," and gives a generous amount of the vanilla cream to that perfect boy pussy. John actually jumps and shrieks as Angel starts eating him out like a madman, car seat drenched in sweet cream and saliva as Angel licks John all over, inside and out, still a bit loose from the morning sex. John is clawing at the back of his head, crying his name and keeping his legs hooked around Angel's neck, making the most beautiful sounds as Angel's fingers join the onslaught. He barely has to give a little rub to John's sweet spot before he cums all over his belly, joining some of the leftover cream, and it look all too delicious not to lick it up and feed it to his panting pretty boy in a filthy kiss.

Angel didn't notice how messy his face gotten from all the cream until John pulled back to lick lewdly over his stubble, grumbling about waste before pushing Angel to sit back now, switching positions as John took a fistful of the creamy cake in his bare hand and slathered Angel's hard cock with it while licking his lips mischievously. Angel chuckled at the eagerness and dedication, John truly wished to eat his slice off of his dick the way he placed the strawberry slices around and on top, moaning in delight as he made messy work of eating it all off, taking his time to appreciate the dessert as well as his cock, nibbling on fruit and cake in between deepthroating the cream-covered shaft. John was always a messy eater but this just gave it a whole nother meaning and Angel came faster than he expected, adding to the cream on John's face. John was a sinful delight, sucking it off his thumb as Angel cleaned his face, and nuzzling against his softening length, giving kittenish licks all over in search of any traces of leftovers.

"You know, we still have half a cake left to eat, you don't have to suck morsels off my balls," Angel chuckled, and John popped his lips as he released them loudly.

"Yeah, but you know how much I hate food waste," John purred, not stopping with his licks until Angel nudged a forkful of cake to his mouth. John rested his head on Angel's thigh as he allowed himself to be fed, the post sex sleepiness hitting him as he blinked up at Angel. "Thank you for all this, I know it didn't go as you planned, but I fucking loved it personally. Couldn't have eaten cake off your cock out in the park anyways; might have had to battle a squirrel over it."

Angel laughed as he pet John's beautiful face, delighted to have his perfect boy in his life before he realized that the rain has stopped and it was actually quite sunny outside if a bit wet; better to get dressed before some innocent family looks through the window.

"Let's get home and take a shower, the day isn't over yet, and I'm still planning to give you your gift without issue, unless Luca found it, in which case I'll gut him."

John laughed and nudged up, biting his lip like an excited kid as he wrapped his arms around Angel and whispered against his lips, "What is it? Is it edible? Is it not? Come on, give me a clue!" Now he was nipping at Angel's jaw, purring, "I'll warm your cock in my mouth all the way home if you give me a hint." He licked at the shell of Angel's ear, "Come on, Daddy."

Angel groaned, his spent cock twitching back to life as John's naked body rubbed against his, ready to give in when John suddenly froze and then burst out laughing.

"What is it?" Angel was now concerned as John scooted back, holding his mouth as his face grew red.

"I think," John couldn't hold back his giggles, barely able to finish his sentence, "I think I just ruined a suburban family's day out by the look they gave me after licking your ear."

Angel slid down the car door trying to hide, holding his red face in both hands as John kept laughing on his lap, occasionally waving out the window before laughing harder and Angel had to pull him down by the neck to stop him from escalating the situation further, John wheezing against his shoulder.

"The mom looked so mad, while the dad kept staring, oh my God," John whispered, "the little boy just kept pointing asking why was I allowed to lick you, hahaha."

Angel groaned and swatted at John's butt, "You're not getting your present, that's it."

"Aw come on, that was funny." John kept teasing Angel until they were sure the family was gone and then dressed in a hurry, John still wheezing as they climbed into the front seats. "I mean if you would have seen their face you would also be dying right now."

"Oh I am, from embarrassment." Angel stopped John from putting on his seat belt, taking him by the back of the neck and shutting him up with a kiss before pulling back and whispering to John's lips, "Your gift could be edible technically, but I wouldn't advise it." John's mischievous slutty grin spread again as his hand blindly found Angel's zipper. "Your gift gives out somewhat similar noises as you, and similar in coloring as well."

John's eyes sparkled and Angel could see the gears turning in his pretty head as he took out Angel's cock and leaned down with the gentle push to the back of his neck to take him in his mouth as promised, moaning happily around the lengthy half hard cock and making Angel lean back against his seat with a pleased groan. He didn't notice the goddamn family John was talking about staring at them from the front.

"Oh for God's sake-" Angel pulled out of the parking spot lightning fast just as the mom started shouting, and he kept John down by the back of his neck before he started fucking waving again.

The rest of this day better go without a hitch and the puppy he got for John better still be in his place or Angel will riot. Thankfully the puppy was fine, but the couch was nibbled to pieces. John didn't care though, cried in happiness as he squeezed the puppy close and told Angel he had the best birthday ever. And in the end, his boy's happiness is all that mattered to him.

#ask rambles #peaky blinders #angel x john #john shelby #angel changretta

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punkrockmads · 3 years

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Rough Day

Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader

Requested by @vultureinajumpsuit

Summary: When your time of the month comes a little early and leaves you extremely emotional, Abby does her best to remind you she's there for you through every struggle... even the most embarrassing ones.♡

"Jesus Christ. Owen, please shut up." You grumble, resting your head on the cafeteria table. You stare down at your shoes, blinking back tears. Owen has been going on for hours about the same abandoned restaurant he found a few days ago and it's starting to frustrate you.

"Alright then." Owen says, rolling his eyes. "Jeez, why are you so pissy today?" You know he's only messing with you, but your emotions are running wild today. You feel a sting of hurt in your chest. Without a word, you stand up and throw away the rest of your barely eaten chili. You ignore Abby's concerned glance as you turn away from the table and walk out of the cafeteria.

Today hasn't been a great one. Your monthly bloodbath had decided to come early, leaving you totally unprepared and upset. You tend to be extremely sensitive and frustrated due to the hormones and cramps that come along with the discomfort of bleeding for a week straight. Every little thing has been getting on your nerves today and everyone has noticed it, especially Abby.

You and Abby have been dating for about a year, giving her plenty of time to figure out why your moods change at the end of each month. She wonders why you haven't told her, especially considering you know when her cycle is, but she doesn't try to force you, thinking it might be uncomfortable for you to talk about.

"Hey, can you maybe tone it down?" Abby asks Owen after you leave.

"What?" Owen puts a hand to his chest, a look of mischief on his face. "I'm just messing around! Not my fault she's acting all moody!" Abby rolls her eyes, getting up to go find you. "Hey! I wasn't trying to be a dick!" Owen calls after her. Abby ignores him, leaving the cafeteria. She looks around the stadium. Where the hell did you go? The most logical place would be your room, right? She heads off in the direction of your room, thinking about ways she could cheer you up. Abby loves your smile. It makes her feel like she's laid eyes on an angel. She hasn't seen your smile all day.

As Abby walks to your room, she spots Nora down the hall. "Hey, Nora!" Abby waves Nora over with a smile.

"Hey. You looking for Y/N?" Nora asks. She knows perfectly well why Abby would be on the floor above her own.

"Yeah, you seen her?" Abby sighs, looking around the hall.

"Yeah, bumped into her while she was headed to her room." Nora replies, zipping up her olive green jacket. "She said she was gonna go see Alice and Bear. Hey, she looked a little tense. Everything okay?"

"Everything's fine, she's just having a rough day." Abby explains. "I better go find her." Nora puts her hand on Abby's arm as she walks past.

"You might wanna hurry." Nora warns. "It's gonna rain soon."

"Thanks, Nora." Abby nods, walking past her to your room. Thankfully, you had given her your spare key a few months ago. She can cut through your room and use the back door to get to the dog kennels faster. She unlocks the door, stepping into the room and quickly shutting and locking the door behind her. She can't help but pause and glance around your room.

Posters and photos of places all over the world litter the walls. A huge poster of the Eiffel Tower hangs above your bed. Abby smiles, remembering the many times you've talked about your dream to travel the world. The first night you told her about it, she made a silent promise to herself that she would take you all over the world and make your dream come true, no matter how much effort it took. A few dishes rest in the drying rack on the kitchen counter. Abby remembers the time you came to her room and immediately started washing the dishes she had forgotten to do because "you'll be happier to come home to a clean room after a long day."

"I'm getting sidetracked." Abby sighs to herself. She heads through the back door, locking it behind her. "Alright. Dog kennels." A few people greet Abby as she walks down the steps to the dog kennels. Everyone seems to be heading inside. Abby looks up at the sky, noticing the grey clouds that are only getting darker with every passing minute. Thunderstorm. She spots you in a kennel with Alice and Bear. Bear sits beside you as you play fetch with Alice. Abby greets the woman at the checkout desk and joins you in the kennel. You look up at her from your spot on the ground, offering her a tiny smile before looking back at Alice.

"Hey." Abby says, sitting beside you. She crosses her legs, copying your position.

"Hey." You reply, your knee brushing against hers. Alice drops the ball in your lap. Abby takes it before you can. She throws it to Alice, taking your hand.

"Wanna talk about what's been bugging you?" Abby asks, rubbing your knuckles with your thumb.

"Why do I feel like you already know?" You ask, looking at her with a raised brow.

"Because I do." Abby replies with a playful grin. "Why didn't you tell me you were on your period?"

"It's not important." You shrug, looking down at your lap. "And it's embarrassing." Abby's smile fades a little. Why would you find such a thing embarrassing?

"Hey." Abby places a hand on your cheek, moving you to look back at her. "It's important to me. You can always talk to me. If you ever need me to get you anything or you just need some comfort, don't be embarrassed to tell me. That shit sucks. But, if you tell me, I can do my best to make it a little more bearable. Yeah?"

"Yeah." You say with a small nod. Abby presses a soft kiss to your forehead, backing away to see a growing smile on your face.

"There's that smile." Abby says, her own smile growing wider once again. You roll your eyes, laughing a little. "Hey, what do you say we-" Just as Abby starts to speak, she's cut off by the booming sound of thunder. The violent noise seems to shake the Earth as rain starts to pour from the bleak sky. "Shit!" Abby grumbles. "We're gonna get soaked." Abby stands up, pulling you up with her. She's a little stunned to find you laughing. She gives you a questioning look as you struggle to hold back your laughs. "What?" She frowns, not understanding what you find so funny.

"Babe-" Your own giggle cuts you off. "You have a grass stain on the back of your pants!" Abby tries to look at her pants as you grab at the fabric near her thigh. "That is never gonna wash out!" You laugh, twisting the leg of her pants around a bit to show her. "Why did I immediately think of Shrek?!" You laugh harder at your own chaotic brain.

Abby begins to laugh with you, turning you around to look at the back of your pants. "Yours are stained too!" She chuckles, cheeks hurting from smiling. "We're so dumb!"

"We're a mess!" You say, your laughing dying down. "Okay, we should get inside." You take Abby's hand, guiding her out of the kennel. The two of you say goodbye to the dogs and run inside.

"Man." Abby sighs, locking the back door. She looks at the damp puddle on the floor from the rain you two have tracked in. "We need to dry off."

"Way ahead of you." You say, throwing a towel at her. She huffs a little as it hits her in the chest. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you grab a third towel and use it to wipe up the water on the floor. Thankfully, Abby left a pair of sweatpants and a tank top of hers at your place, meaning both of you could change into dry clothes. Once the two of you are done changing, you sit on the couch beside Abby, both of you wrapped up in a warm, fuzzy blanket. Abby uses her towel to dry her hair, water dripping from the end of her braid down her back in cold streaks. You place a hand on her knee.

"Thank you." You say, squeezing her knee lightly.

"For what?" Abby asks, setting the towel on the back of the couch. You lean into her side, wrapping your arms around her torso.

"Everything." You respond, unable to fully explain your gratitude. Abby smiles lovingly, putting an arm around you. She understands what you mean. She always does.

"You're welcome." She says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Wanna watch a movie?" She sits back against the couch, pulling you back with her so your head is resting on her chest.

"Shouldn't I apologize to Owen for yelling at him first?" You ask, feeling slightly bad for your outburst.

"Nah." Abby chuckles, reaching for the remote. "He can wait. Coraline is more important."

#abby anderson x reader #abbytlou #abby anderson #tlou #tlou2 #owen moore #owen tlou #nora harris #nora tlou #the last of us #the last of us 2

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texanstarslove · 3 years

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don’t be jealous

A/N: Me? Writing a self indulgent fic with my hockey husband? NEVER. This is mainly just smut with a little bit of plot...a little treat for all of you, if you will. I hope y’all enjoy!

Song Inspo: little bit of Ariana Grande’s new album (it’s a whole vibe, y’all) and Jealous by Beyoncé

Warnings: language, smut, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (wrap it up and be safe, kids)

Word Count: 3.8k

Thunderstorms had an oddly calming effect on you. Whenever you found yourself stressed or your anxiety was being triggered, the sound of thunder and rain seemed to bring you back down to earth. Sound machines and apps sufficed on sunny days but when the real thing rolled through, nothing else compared.

It was especially welcomed on a night like tonight, one where your feelings were spiraling in a nonsensical circle. You shouldn’t have been upset by what you saw on his Instagram story. What the two of you had was never anything more than just an occasional hookup. Seeing him out and about with the same pretty little blonde you’d last seen him with shouldn’t have made you feel this overwhelming sense of jealousy. Yet you couldn’t help when your fingers developed minds of their own and typed out a reply to his story.

Cute. Is she your new toy?

You knew you shouldn’t have done it but you did it anyway, hitting send without a second thought. Sure it was petty and childish, but in the moment it made you feel just a tiny bit better. You set your phone on the end table beside the couch you sat on, snuggled up under your favorite throw blanket with a big glass of wine in your hand. Sighing in contentment, you made yourself comfortable, sipping on your wine and listening to the sounds of mother nature outside your apartment. Time passed peacefully, the alcohol slowly warming your body and relaxing you. That relaxation and peace were interrupted rather abruptly by a loud resounding knock on your front door. You were incredibly confused, not having been expecting any visitors, especially given the inclement weather. The knocking persisted, getting annoying very quickly.

“I’m coming, damn it. Hold on.” You hollered, quickly making your way to open the door without looking to see who it was. You immediately regretted that decision when you quickly flung open the door to reveal the very person you were trying to forget for the evening.

“You know, I can make that happen for you real quick if you’d like.”

That oh-so-cocky smirk you hate to love greeted you immediately. You sighed heavily, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning your hip against the door frame.

“What are you doing here, Tyler?” You asked, “Don’t you have a girlfriend to go home to?”

He chuckled softly. “You going to let me in? In case you haven’t noticed, it’s a fucking monsoon out here.”

“You going to answer my question?” You persisted, moving slightly as Tyler pushed his way past you and into your apartment. You shut the door behind you and leaned against it, Tyler instantly pressing himself against you and bracketing his arms beside your head.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” He murmured, his lips barely brushing yours as he spoke.

“You sure do seem to like hanging out with her.” You retorted, your arms staying put by your side.

Tyler brought one of his hands to your side, slowly tracing his fingertips up and underneath your thin tank top to brush your bare skin. “Are you jealous?”

You took a deep breath through your nose, exhaling slowly as his fingertips continued their exploration of your skin. His dark brown eyes bore into your own, searching your face for any kind of response.

“Why would I be jealous?” You whispered, “We aren’t exclusive or anything.”

You saw something sinister briefly flash in his eyes before he asked you, “Are you seeing anyone else?”

You couldn’t help the smirk that pulled across your lips. Oh, how the tables quickly turn. “Why? Are you jealous?”

His hips pressed further into yours before he pressed his lips to yours in a rough kiss. You immediately opened up to him, your arms flinging around his neck and pulling him closer to you. Tyler moved his hands to your hips, giving them a hard squeeze before lifting you up in his arms, your legs wrapping around him. You felt him walking the two of you to your couch, one of his arms moving to fling your blanket to the other side before falling to the cushions with you in his lap.

You were lost in sensations, your breasts crushed against his strong torso and your head spinning from the intoxicating taste of him. He ran his hands up and down your back as he pulled you even closer to him. Then his hands were on your hips, gripping you tighter and lifting you up to straddle him then. He broke the kiss and looked at you for a second as you both fought to get your breathing back under control.

"Are you sure about this?" He ran his hand up your leg and toyed with the band of the sleep shorts you wore. "If you're not, now is the time to tell me so I can stop."

You kissed him deeply, loving his taste on your tongue before you pulled away and started to nibble your way along his jaw. You flicked your tongue out and tasted his salty skin, closing your eyes as you savored his unique scent and taste as it went straight to your head.

“Do you want me to stop?” You teased, grinding your hips into his in slow, circular motions.

He groaned deep in his throat as he ran his hands up your back then into your hair. He grabbed the strands, wrapping them around his hand and pulled your lips up to his, the answer clear in the way he kissed you. Your tongues danced and tangled as you sought a deeper union, but the kiss wasn't enough anymore. You wanted to feel him moving inside of you, filling you. You were aching with the need consuming you and filling your body with a heat unlike any you had ever known before. A whimper slipped from your lips as you rubbed your pussy against his jeans. It was so frustrating knowing that the only thing separating you from the release you craved were his jeans and a small layer of fabric.

Breaking the kiss, Tyler raised his head and searched your face before lifting you from his lap. He gently lowered you to the couch and moved over you. He placed a soft kiss on your lips before giving you a small smile and reaching for your shirt. He pushed it up below your breasts and nibbled at your ribs before pushing the shirt the rest of the way up to bunch under your arms. As the cool air washed over your sensitive nipples you shivered and looked up into his eyes, the heat in their depths warmed you. You lifted your arms and back a little to help him remove the shirt before pulling his head back up for another kiss.

“Fuck, baby,” He breathed against you mouth, kneading one of your breasts in his calloused hand, “Your tits are so fucking perfect.”

You pressed your lips to his once more, kissing him deeply as you raked your nails down his back pulling his shirt up to expose the skin beneath it. You wanted to feel his flesh against your own and became impatient as you fought to remove the damp material. Pulling away from you, Tyler lifted the shirt over his head and tossed it to the far corner of the room, while you let your eyes feast on what he had uncovered. You felt like a child at Christmas unwrapping presents. You were never happy with just one, you had to have them all unwrapped. That is how you felt about getting him out of his clothes.

His hands slid down your sides to your hips and pulled you back onto his lap. He lifted you up until your breasts were even with his mouth. He placed little kisses all around your breasts then nuzzled the valley between before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. His gentle suckling sent shock waves through your entire body, making the muscles in your stomach clench. You threw your head back and grabbed a fist full of his hair to hold him to your aching breast. He released one nipple to suck the other one into the warm recesses of his mouth.

“That feels so good, Ty.” You moaned, tugging on his curls.

When you could stand no more you pushed away and kissed him gently before sliding your body down the length of his until you were on the floor in front of him. Rising to your knees you grabbed his hips and pulled him to the edge of the cushion. You leaned forward and took the material beside the snap between your teeth and pulled on it. You looked up at Tyler when it came free, smiling at his lust filled expression before going back to your unwrapping. You took the metal zipper tab between your teeth next, pulling it down slowly never breaking eye contact. You could feel his growing erection behind the thick material, the denim stretched taut over him making it tough to lower the tab. He lowered his hands to help you but you pushed them away and shook your head. Just to show him who was in control you placed your lips on him through the jeans and blew, surrounding his dick with your hot, moist breath. He groaned deep in his throat and his hips pushed against your mouth. You smiled to yourself and raised your hands to his hips and started to pull the jeans from his body. He lifted his hips and smiled as you worked them down his long legs then over his heels, then tossed them to the floor, forgotten.

“You too,” He rasped, “I want you naked.”

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you stood and slowly pushed your shorts and panties off your hips to let them fall to the floor. You smiled down at him and leaned forward to place a light kiss on his lips. You then raised your head and looked at his gorgeous body in all its nude glory. Seeing the thick shaft you had just freed made your pussy clench and your mouth water. You lowered yourself back to the floor and leaned forward to take him in your hands.

“Do you want me to put this in my mouth?” You teased, gently squeezing him.

He groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the cushions before looking back down at you. “Of course I do, baby. Suck my cock.”

You lightly caressed him from head to base before repeating the action with the tip of your tongue. You could barely wrap your fingers around him as you guided it into your mouth to taste him fully. You started to gently suck him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head. You pulled him from between your lips and flicked your tongue along the tip teasingly. His shaft throbbed in your hand and you wanted to feel it in your mouth. You sucked it deep into your mouth a couple of times before letting it slide down your throat.

“Fuck, that’s it,” He huffed out, “Take it all down your throat.”

You were working his cock slowly in and out of your mouth but his moans of pleasure urged you to go faster. You greedily began to suck at him, taking more and more of his shaft into your mouth before you angled your head over him and lowered your mouth all the way to the hilt. His cock slid down your throat and you swallowed, knowing that it would feel amazing, your thoughts confirmed when loud expletives flowed freely from Tyler’s lips. You continued until you couldn't fight the need to have him inside of you, stretching you and filling you, anymore. You removed him from your mouth, an audible ‘pop’ echoing around you, and stood moving to stand over him. You licked your lips, loving the taste of him on your tongue.

“I want you inside me,” You whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”

Tyler gazed down at you with lust blown eyes, nodding his head vigorously. “Get up here then.”

You quickly crawled up into his lap, your knees on either side of him and your hand on his shoulder as you leaned forward to kiss him deeply. As you slid your tongue into his mouth, you slowly lowered yourself back onto his lap. You rocked your hips against him and the feeling of his hard cock pushing between your pussy lips took your breath away. You broke the kiss and laid your head on his shoulder as you repeated the action. You gently bit his shoulder to keep from crying out as sensations tore through your body making you shudder.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Tyler whispered into your ear, “You like grinding your pussy on my cock like that?”

“Fuck, yes,” You whimpered against his skin, “It feels so good.”

He grabbed your hips and tilted you forward and repeated the action. At this angle your clit rubbed against his shaft and you were unable to hold back your moan of pleasure any longer. Over and over he repeated the action while adding to the friction and moving faster until you were sobbing and begging him to be inside of you.

“Please, Tyler, please,” You cried, your hips still moving at their own volition, “I need your cock inside me.”

He ran his hands down your back and grabbed your ass pulling you closer to him and tilting your hips just enough so the tip of his cock barely entered you. You tried to push back on his dick to get him farther into you but his hands on your hips gripped you tighter, keeping you from gaining what you wanted most of all, him all the way inside of you to the hilt.

“Patience, (Y/N),” He growled into your ear, “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”

You whimpered and bit him hard on the shoulder making him groan deep in his throat before he thrust his entire length hard and fast into you before pulling back, almost all the way out again. You cried out and struggled to push back down on him but he held tight, barely letting the tip enter you.

“I need it, Ty,” You practically sobbed, “Please, give me your cock.”

Tyler smirked up at you, still holding you up so just the tip of him was teasing your soaked entrance. Sensations rushing through you and fighting for breath. You grabbed his hair in your fist and pulled his mouth up to meet yours. You thrust your tongue deep into his mouth and mimicked what you desperately wanted him to do to your aching pussy. Over and over you pushed your tongue into his mouth before enticing his tongue into your mouth so you could gently suck it. The kiss went on and on before he slowly let more of his dick start to slide deeper into you. Slowly he let you slide onto his shaft, stretching you slowly before he gripped your hips tight and lifted you almost off of him again. Then, without notice, he brought your hips down hard on him until he was finally buried to the hilt inside you. You broke the kiss and threw your head back to moan in pleasure.

“Yes,” You moaned out in relief, dragging out the word.

Rocking against him and loving the feeling of being stretched to the limit with him throbbing deep inside of you. He felt so good, so thick and solid inside you, you never wanted the feeling coursing through you to end.

“You wanna ride me?” Tyler spoke against the sensitive skin of your neck. You nodded instantly, grinding your hips into him. His hand landed on your ass in a swift smack. “Get to it then.”

Slowly raising your body you slide to the tip of his dick, just like he had been doing to torture you. You worked the tip in and out for a second before sliding back down until he was buried inside of you and rocked your hips against him. Over and over you did this, until you both were fighting for breath. You started to ride him faster and faster until your entire body was tingling. He let you set the pace, his hands gripping your hips and his head laid back on the couch with his eyes focused on your own. The look in his eyes urged you on so you increased your pace even more as you watched the fire in his eyes burn brighter.

All of a sudden he was lifting you up and off him, turning and placing you on your knees facing the arm of the couch. He moved behind you and placed his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you down while he slowly slid back into your wet pussy. He set a pace that was making it hard to breathe but it still wasn't enough. You could feel your orgasm building inside of you and you fought to reach the point where you could fly.

“Fuck, Tyler, I’m gonna cum, baby.” You whined.

You could feel the beginning of your release when he pulled out of you. Just as you began to protest, he replaced his dick with his tongue, thrusting it in and out of you before flicking your clit.

“Sit on my face,” He mumbled against your pussy, “I want you to cum on my face.”

He moved to lay on his back beneath you and put his head between your legs, pulling you down to sit on his face. He pushed a finger into you, quickly followed by a second, as he sucked your clit into his mouth and lightly grazed his teeth against it, sending shock waves through you and pushing you over the edge. Your pussy convulsed around his fingers and as your release tore through you, you threw your head back and screamed.

“That’s it,” You heard him say, “Cum for me, baby.”

He continued to lightly lick you until you settled down some, then he moved behind you again. He pushed back into you slowly and set a deliberate pace to build the tension back up. Gradually he built up speed until he was slamming into you again, making you cry out in pleasure. You began to meet his every thrust, pushing back into him wanting him deeper and deeper.

“Who gets to fuck you like this, sweetheart?” Tyler asked, grunting with every thrust of his hips.

You couldn’t form a coherent sentence. The pleasure coursing through your body made it impossible to think straight. He ran his hands up your side, along your neck and into your hair, grabbing a fistful and wrapping the strands around his fist. He pulled your head back, making your back arch and sending him deeper into you.

“Fucking answer me, (Y/N),” He growled, his hips coming to a stop, burying his cock deep inside you as he tugged at your hair harder, “Who gets to fuck you like this?”

“You do!” You whimpered, “Only you, Tyler. You get to fuck me like this, no one else.”

You could practically hear the smirk when he spoke. “That’s right, baby. Only me.”

He began to thrust harshly into you once more, a scream slipping past your lips as your pussy started to convulse again. As your second orgasm rushed through you, jolts of pure pleasure ran through your blood. Your knees threatened to collapse beneath you as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

He released your hair and grabbed your hips to pull them into his as he thrust harder and harder into you, as he too was caught in the tidal wave of your orgasm. Your pussy was gripping him tightly, beginning to pull his own release from his body.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” He growled through gritted teeth, “Where can I cum, baby?”

“Inside me,” You blurted out, “Cum inside me.”

His hips stuttered at your words and a low groan fell from his lips. “Fuck, are you sure baby? You want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes, please.” You wailed, “Please, I want to feel it.”

With one final fierce thrust he buried himself deep inside of you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest, as he too found his release. You could feel him throbbing inside of your pussy and tightened your muscles around him, holding him deep inside of you as he came. He groaned deep in his throat before he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, slowly beginning to pull out of you. You pushed back against him, sending him back deep inside you again.

“Stay,” You murmured, “Just a little bit longer. You feel so good.”

A shudder ran through his body at your words. “I have to get you cleaned up, baby.”

You begrudgingly let him go, whining softly as he pulled out of you. He apologized softly before retreating to your bathroom. He returned a short time later, washcloth in hand, and gently ran it between your thighs. He tossed it to the floor along with the rest of your discarded clothes, wrapping his arms around your body as he gently laid the two of you down onto the couch. He slowly dragged the forgotten blanket up over both of you and placed a kiss on your shoulders as you laid there listening to the wind howling and the rain and storm pounding the house.

You were both silent for a long time as you were both lost in your own thoughts. Every once in a while he would kiss your neck and pull you even tighter to him as he slowly began to drift off to sleep. You closed your eyes and listened to his deepening breathing before you started to get drowsy too. A sleepy smile came to your lips as Tyler nuzzled into your neck.

“There isn’t anyone else, (Y/N).” He whispered against your skin. “I know what that looked like but I mean it. No one else. No girlfriend.”

You turned your head to look him in the eye. The look he was giving you held nothing but honesty, the truth falling from his lips as he spoke. You nodded, pecking his lips before snuggling back into him.

“There isn’t anyone else for me either,” You replied with just as much sincerity, “Not a single person.”

“What about a married person?”

You smacked his arm, giggling softly. “Will you shut it? You’re ruining the moment.”

He chuckled softly and buried his head into your neck once more. “I’m sorry, it was right there. I had to!”

The giggles eventually died down and you found yourself tracing the black ink patterns on the arm that was wrapped securely around your frame. You let the peace and contentment take over your senses. You didn’t know where exactly you stood with Tyler at that moment, and sleep quickly took over, leaving you to sort out whatever may happen between the two of you come morning light.

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colossal-fallout · 3 years

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Hello darlin, can I a request a nsfw poly Annie x Mikasa with a male bodied reader

Well howdy there, partner. Here, let this here waterin' hole quénch that thirst you have.

Tbh I got too carried away with the smut so don't expect it to be good 😂🤠

Three's a crowd

Warning: NSFW 18+ SMUT

Male!bodied reader X Annie X Mikasa

Threesome / Poly

Your poly relationship with Annie and Mikasa was, for the most part, great. All three of you loved each other equally. Respect was held in high regard amongst you but sometimes, Mikasa and Annie... well... They would clash.

It wasn't too often, but it did happen. So as you stand there with your arms folded in exasperation as those two hash it out, your mind just zones you out to a better place. A one where two competitive girlfriends would just relax a little. You knew they'd sort it. They always did. Hell you'd only come upstairs to grab your notes and you'd heard them yelling. Knowing better than to get involved you just awkwardly squeeze by them, your eyes scanning the surface of the drawers for your papers.

"Okay then. Y/N, what do you think?" Annie asks, her piercing blues lassoing you and pulling you right into the rodeo pen. This wasn't one Mare you fancied taming right now - you could see the thunderstorm brewing behind her orbs.

"To be honest, I have no idea what you're arguing about." You reply honestly.

"Is that so?" Annie frowns.

Mikasa cuts in; "We were discussing who would get to..." Her irritation is dampened by her timid side - her face begining to flush and her fingers fumbling with one another.

Annie rolls her eyes. "For gods sake. We were arguing about who gets to have you fill them up later."

Your body freezes.

Surely they wouldn't debate such a stupid top-

"Hey. We can sort this out." You grin eagerly, placing the papers back onto the wooden surface. "But ladies... You gotta make up."

You genuinely didn't like it when they fell out. But to your joy, Annie grabbed the shy Mikasa who was now even more flustered.

"You annoy the hell outta me." Annie mutters, her eye lids becoming heavier than usual. "But God do I love you..."

Their lips connect in a slow, yet deep embrace, your heart swelling that they'd made up.

Among other things swelling.

You watch them for a little while, the room filled with the gentle echos of their smacking lips and small exhales, their tongues slithering around the others, like two coiling snakes fighting to the death. As usual, Annie gets fired up pretty quickly, pushing Mikasa down gently onto your large bed that you all share.

"Annie..." Mikasa gasps as her blonde lover pins her by her wrists and her mouth hungrily devouring that sweet spot on her neck.

Mikasa's legs automatically wrap around Annie's waist, her arousal sending her body into autopilot, her hand sliding up her shirt and rolling her breast in her hand. Deep breaths errupted from Mikasa's flushed face, her innocent eyes blinking up at you.

You begin to remove your shirt with haste, Mikasa's mouth had barely uttered; "Please, come here..." when it was a crinckled mess on the floor.

Annie's peachy ass was up in the air as she was lowered over Mikasa - you decide that would be your first target. Rubbing nyour hands roughly over her perfect behind, you allow them to run up the sides of her stomach and around to her tits, your mouth trailing kisses down the back of her neck as she sits up to lean into your touch.

Mikasa watches your hands caress Annie under her shirt, your longing, desperate face now biting into the side of her neck.

Annie let's out a moan, her hands unzipping Mikasa's trousers and begin to slide them down her perfect pins.

Mikasa sits up, now in just her shirt and panties, the visible damp patch on her crotch already becoming larger as her tongue slides back into Annie's mouth, her delicate fingers pushing her shirt up and over her head, exposing your greedy hands that were pulling on her now errect nipples.

You can hardly contain yourself, your swelling cock already pushing the boundaries of your thread count, your hands gliding down Annie's stomach and pulling off her bottoms too.

Mikasa gasps as Annie's gorgeous form is stripped bare, your hands taking all innocence from her body - it belonged to you and Mikasa. You tug Annie's hair, pulling her head back as you slide your wet muscle down her throat, Mikasa's mouth latching onto her nipple and sucking.

"Huahh ~!" Annie's high pitched moan calls out as your finger begins to slide along her wet slit, Mikasa's teeth now nipping at her breast.

"Annie's been bad again..." Mikasa mutters between mouthfuls of her girlfriends flesh.

"Guess we gotta teach you both a lesson, huh?" You breathe, your finger circling Annie's clit from behind as your free hand splays across her throat.

"There's more than enough cum in me for both of you..." Your chest heaves as your heart pounds the much extra needed blood supply to your now solid cock, Annie's whimpers vibrating your hand as you give her neck a little squeeze.

You remove your wet finger from her soaking lips, repositioning yourself so you were in a better position to marvel at the view - Annie's face pink and her hair already a mess, her tits raising up and down with her heavy breaths.

The raven haired siren encases her lips around her lover's clit, a squeak of joy in response to her taste as she flickers her tongue against her nub, her ass in the air just begging for you to touch it.

You pull down her now soaked panties with anticipation - harshly shoving the tip of your tongue right inside her tight cunt.

"Ah~~!" She cries loudly into Annie's vertical mouth, her hair being tugged by Annie as she rocked her hips against her tongue.

You swivel your position, pulling Mikasa down onto your face as she continues to work on Annie.

"Mikasa... Fuck..." Annie hisses, her orbs eyeing the delicious buldge in your trousers eagerly as you drink deeply from Mikasa.

Your cock is becoming painful now, your hands removing themselves from Mikasa's ass and - without stopping your tongues movements, you unzip and free yourself, Annie gasping at the sight of your glory, her mouth salivating as her grip on Mikasa's gorgeous face tightens.

"Y/N... I'm going... Ah ~ " Mikasa's knees begin to tremble, her insides clenching and grasping for any part of you to hold onto - you feed her with two of your fingers, her tight internal ridges pulling you in happily.

Mikasa's face is cherry red as Annie removes herself from her mouth, watching her orgasm, her eyes closing and her mouth open wide as her high pitched squeals fill the air.

"Yes! Y/N!"

Her pussy massages your fingers, sucking them in as her golden wave crashes across her body, her cum dripping down past your fingers and into your waiting mouth.

Annie lovingly reaches down and cups her face, her mouth reconnecting to hers as she begins her recovery.

You sit up and watch them make out, your dick craving some sort of friction, and Mikasa's soaked cunt is still in the air, ripe for the taking.

"Ahh ~ !! " She cries loudly in ecstasy as you slide your fat head into her tight entrance.

"Good girl..." You grunt, watching them trying to kiss through Mikasa's hysterical songs of praise.

A string of saliva connects their lips together as Annie slowly pulls away, watching your struggle. Mikasa's constrictive core a challenge to stuff yourself inside of - but after a few pushes you reached your cosy destination, your entirety being pressed and released as you roll your hips, your fingers kneading into her tasty ass cheeks.

Annie gets up, Mikasa too far gone to be of any use with her mouth now, as it just hangs open, her eyes rolling and only your name now the only word she was capable of muttering.

"Y/n...y/n...y/n... Ah~ Ah ~ oohhhh ~~!"

Annie stands above Mikasa, a leg on each side of her bent over form as she runs her fingers through your hair, you gladly take her into your mouth.

You sit back on your feet, one hand on Mikasa's ass and guiding her up and down your shaft, the other on Annie's ass, pressing her cunt against your face with as much force as possible; making out sloppily with her nub of nerves.

The sounds of both of these gorgeous woman crying your name out in desperation was almost too much to bear - Annie's orgasm peaking as she tugs at your hair, taking out her joy.

"y/n, ah! Don't stop! Yes! Oh fuck!" She gasps in a high pitched tone.

"y/n... Y/n..." Mikasa is still squeaking weakly, her overstimulation now hurtling her into another climax.

"Shit!!" You hiss as her contractions get even more tight around you, her juices covering your groin and splashing up onto her ass, her vocals now too high pitched to be heard by humans.

You were nowhere near done.

Annie moves back a little, her knees weak from that mind blowing end.

You sit up slightly and thrust harder and faster into Mikasa, her over sensitive cunt not able to handle your girth as you stretch her and absolutely destroy her pretty little pussy.

"Pah... Oh... Y-y/n..." She begs and pleads in a language only known to the heavens as her entire body burns white hot, your hand reaching down and tugging on her nipples harshly, drool begining to pour out of her mouth as you re arrange her insides with your manhood.

Your balls slap against her pubic bone, her cunt squelching beautifully around you and the scent of her cum was breathtaking.

"ah~~~ pah, please... Hua~~"

Annie latches her mouth onto your neck and sucks, biting and licking, moving up to your mouth and tasting Mikasa off your tongue.

"She tastes so good..." She hums, glancing down as you push her into the bed with your deep thrusts.

You remove yourself half reluctantly, not taking your eyes off Annie as you pull her down by her nape, pushing her face towards Mikasa's now wider hole.

Annie immediately places her three fingers inside of her, trying to recreate the thickness of your cock, as her tongue slithers onto her clit, laying upside down underneath her.

Mikasa's face is streaming with pleasured tears, her body overloaded with beyond amazing sensations.

As Annie gladly overtakes Mikasa's body, you grab her legs and push them as high to her chest as they'd go before Mikasa's ass being in the way.

Your cock is soaked in Mikasa's sweet juices and you eagerly begin to insert yourself into Annie's just as tight slot, more than happy to stir their mixed pots with your cock.

Annie groans loudly, the vibration was all Mikasa needed to be hurled into another dimension, now squirting over Annie's face and down her chest. You watch her now soaked tits bounce as you thrust, your cock so close to reaching its overload.

You shuffle back and pull Annie out from under the ruined, shaking mess that was now Mikasa, your hands grabbing fistfuls of her hair as your back hunches over her, pushing yourself deeper and deeper into her deep, warm pocket.

"Y/n... Yes... Ah!" She cries out, your thumb rubbing her clit, her face and chest that was gleaming in Mikasa's cum bobbing violently with your harsh movements.

"I'm... Cumming..." She whispers, eyes crossing upwards and her nails digging into your skin.

Her back arches as she spasms around you, the red mist of crazed lust taking over her.

"y/n! Yes! Oh my god... Ah! This cock is the best...! Ah... Ahh...!"

You can't take it anymore.

With a small roar your hips stutter as your steaming hot cum begins to collide with her cervix.

You quickly pull out of her, your ropes pulsing up her already cum soaked chest and face as you lean over her and slide back into Mikasa, thrusting deeply.

"FUCK!" You curse, your orgasm still coming in huge waves, Mikasa's insides starving only for your cock as it weakly twitches to pull in your seed.

You pull out, splattering more mess on her beautiful ass, back down and into Annie your knees suddenly giving out. You're still cuming as Annie's tight pussy leaks with your now more watery junk, your vision fading as you slump down, finally begining to re enter reality.

After a few deep breaths, your eyes open to the view of both your girlfriend's covered in your mark, breathless and destroyed.

"Oh my god, y/n..." Mikasa whimpers. "That.. was...amazing..."

You nod in agreement, even though she can't see you. You didn't quite have the energy for words right now. But you weren't surprised. Your sex life with these two was always absolutely mind blowing.

Annie sits up, kissing your arm and instantly becoming needy.

"I guess you do have enough for us both..." She chuckles lightly - still out of it. "I guess we'll have to shower together now."

Mikasa finally springs to life, rolling onto her back, both you and Annie leaning down and kissing her affectionately.

"You did amazing." You praise. " Both of you."

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