#and that just makes it so much harder to start making good decisions again

[peachyjinx]

On the Edge- Chapter 5: Tease

Word count: 3.9K

Summary: You can't give in to Loki so easily, so you decide to put up a fight...just a little.

Warnings: Rough sex, hair pulling, Dom!Loki

You stared at the floor numbers on the wall of the elevator and tried to calm yourself down and assess the situation. You were the horniest you’d ever been in your life, and Loki wants you, but has cursed you to prevent you from orgasming. 

You felt the anger rise again as you pressed the button to your floor. You weren’t going to give in to him, no matter how much you wanted it. Not yet, at least.

But whatever your next move was in this game, you needed time. Patience. How are you going to make any decisions now, your brain swirling with anger and desire? 

As you angrily barged into your living quarters, you decided that in order to prevent making any bad decisions, you needed to get away. Away from the team, away from the tower, away from Loki.

You threw a bunch of things into an overnight bag and booked a cute boutique hotel in the Village on your phone. Walking defiantly out of the entrance to the tower, you felt resigned strength in your stubbornness.

You’re going to make him beg.

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Day 25

Loki’s face, that arrogant smile that you loved and hated, was in your mind as soon as you woke up. You blinked a couple of times, remembering that you were in a hotel room you hastily booked to get away from the chaos that Loki had started. 

You checked your phone, but no texts from him. Of course he thinks you’re going to come crawling back to him and beg him to fuck you. But he wants you just as much as you do, so you have leverage here.

You’ll avoid him and fight him as long as you can, and then the two of you are going to fuck like crazy. You feel the wetness between your thighs at the idea of finally being released- but how much longer could you hold out? A day? A week?

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You knew as soon as you entered the tower, Loki would be all over you. And of course you were right- as the elevator opened on your floor, there he was. Loki stood there casually, in a tight black henley and black slacks. His outfit was tailored perfectly as always, accenting his V shape and tightened around his strong biceps. His chest looked even better today, the fabric outlining his pecs. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself not to leap at him and beg him to take you right there in the hall. 

“Are you still angry with me?,” he asked casually as you walked out of the elevator. Your eyes narrowed at him as he looked down at you with a devilish grin and hands confidently in his pockets. 

You paused and smiled, feeling your confidence combine with the heady feeling of lust. You just need to tease him a little. Show him what he’s done to you. Show him how frustrated he’s made you.

“On no Loki, quite the opposite. I've realized I have to give in. I want nothing more in this world than one night with you,” you cooed back at him.

You sauntered up to Loki as you dropped your bag, your hands reaching out to his strong shoulders, gently pushing him up to the wall. A low chuckle rumbled through Loki’s throat as he firmly wrapped his arm around your waist. 

You leaned in, kissing him gently, and you felt the heat in your body rise. Concentrate, don’t mess this up. Loki pushed his tongue into your mouth while his hands pulled your backside, pulling your hips against his. You could feel his hard cock through his pants, already needy for your touch. A soft caress of your palm on his crotch made his hips buck against you while he softly grunted.

Carefully, you unzipped his pants, reaching in for what you so desperately wanted. Loki moaned into your mouth and you pushed yourself against him harder while the urgency of your kisses increased. You felt the soft skin of his large, warm cock, and relief spread over you. He felt so good in your hand. 

While you slowly pumped his shaft, a low groan emitted from his chest as his hand splayed on your back to pull you tight against him. You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand, making  your juices pool in your panties as you stroked him. 

You broke the kiss, and Loki leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed and eyebrows knit together in pleasure. He looked so beautiful, consumed by his desire as a pink flush crept on his cheeks and a satisfied smile spread across his perfect lips. Precum seeped onto your fingers, and you tried to not get lost in the intoxication of the moment. He’s so needy for you. And you are for him. 

But that’s not what this is about. You need to make him beg for you. 

You slowly dragged the tip of your nose against his neck, trying not to get derailed by the eroticism of his quiet panting. Gently sucking on his ear, you whined, causing him to forcefully thrust his hips forward with a grunt. You felt yourself clench in response, and decided you needed to stop before you finished him right here in the hallway.

“You think you’re the only one who can play games? You started this Laufeyson,” you whispered in a warning tone.  You leaned back to shoot a daring look into Loki’s now open eyes, hazy from lust, that narrowed while he tried to figure out what was happening. 

You brought a finger up to your lips, and slowly licked his pre cum with a satisfied sigh. It was delicious-  sweet, salty, and so him- you could finish the job now, sucking the cum out of his desperate cock and you would be so happy. But you couldn’t let him know that. He watched silently, as he sucked in sharp breath at the sight of you licking his seed. 

You held your head up high as you quickly removed your hand from his throbbing length. You turned around and picked up your bag while you walked away, acting your ass off trying to be casual and leaving the horny god leaning against the wall with his passion not sated. 

You pulled out your phone and dialed Steve, turning to smile and wink at Loki, his face in shock and disbelief with his flushed cock poking out of his tight pants.

“Hey Steve, want to do lunch?,” you asked as loud as you could before you turned the corner.  

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Day 26

Since yesterday afternoon’s hallway incident, you’d done a great job avoiding Loki. You had sequestered yourself in Wanda’s room, had a movie night, and crashed on her couch. She even put a silencing spell on her room in case Loki came knocking, so you wouldn’t be able to hear him. 

It had been three days since he told you about his curse. And you knew that he had planned on fucking you as soon as you found out, that he had assumed you would immediately cave in. But instead, you fondled his cock in the hallway, and left him high and dry.

You’re sure he’s probably pissed at you now, and that thought made you smile. It felt great to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

But you had realized in the last twenty four hours that you couldn’t last much longer without fucking Loki. You had three weeks of pent up frustration and edging. And when you had finally got a chance to make out with him and jerk him off, it had been the absolute hottest moments in your life. Your sex addled mind had made it nearly impossible to have a conversation, as your mind drifted to holding Loki’s achingly hard erection in your hand. It was so thick and heavy, desperate to be inside of you. Flashes of this memory and thoughts of every which way you wanted him to fuck you now consumed you, and the anticipation made your body thrum with desire. 

“I said, did you hear me?,” Wanda’s voice interrupted your thoughts again as you brushed your hair. 

“I…uh…,” you stammered, feeling guilty for not listening to Wanda. She smirked with her hands on her hips, and tossed you your bag.

“Just go and fuck him already, I’d like to have a full conversation with you at some point,” Wanda joked sarcastically while you gathered your things. 

“I know! But I needed to tease him, just so he knows what it feels like,” you nodded confidently, throwing your bag over your shoulder. 

“Ok, go get fucked,” she smiled, slightly annoyed, as she hastily escorted you to her door. 

“Thanks for the “protection”,” you chirped as she rolled her eyes and closed the door behind you. 

Now it was time to face the music. To tell him off, and try your damndest to make him apologize or beg or something. Anything that could show him that it was not okay to curse you like he did,  even though a part of you found his incredibly dominating actions arousing. 

You knew as soon as you emerged from your cocoon of Wanda’s protection, Loki would be on you. 

You headed to the common room with the large windows that overlooked the city. It was your favorite room in the building, as it wasn’t used much even though the view was amazing. You assumed it being vacant had something to do with the lack of a kitchen and coffee machine. Or maybe it was the fact that it was across the hall from Loki’s room.

You made yourself comfortable on the couch with your phone, waiting for Loki to come to you. It only took two minutes. Had he set up some kind of spell to alert him when you’d be out of Wanda’s room?

“You are really trying my patience, pet,” Loki spoke in a dark tone as he entered the common room. He was in his training gear, forest green leather covering his body. 

“Did you just come from training?,” you teased him, trying to hide the arousal in your voice. He always looked so good in his tight leathers. His hair was a little messy, wild, the black curls falling around his face. You could see by the flush on his cheeks that he had been intensely sparring. Maybe getting his anger out. You felt more warmth in your core, and you squirmed in your seat in anticipation.

“I do not appreciate being toyed with,” he admonished you as he surveyed the room, walking towards you with slow, deliberate steps. 

“Well now you know two can play at that game! I don’t want to see you Loki, I’m still mad,” your voice unconvincing as you looked back at your phone.

He stood above you and took your phone out of your hand, tossing it onto a chair across the room. The air was thick with electricity, erotic anticipation from both of you filling the room.  

“You will look at me when I’m speaking with you,” he warned. You could see him closer now- his hair was a little wet with sweat, his jaw tensing. You had definitely gotten under his skin, and you felt a surge of confidence.

“Loki, I thought something was seriously wrong with me!,” you nearly yelled at him. You could feel heat rising in your cheeks, and you weren’t sure if it was your outrage or arousal. 

His smile dropped, and for a moment he looked concerned. You felt your heart skip a beat. 

“Well my intention was not to worry you that badly. For that, I am sorry,” he stepped closer to you, reaching out to pull you up off the couch.

“Yeah, well you have a lot to learn about human women if you thought that was okay,” you took his hand, letting him pull you close while you rolled your eyes. You weren’t going to be able to keep up this resistance up much longer. You could smell him now, and feel his breath on your face, the closeness making you feel lightheaded. 

“How about I make it up to you”, Loki huskily replied, dropping all pretense as he gently caressed your cheek. This was him, guard down. 

You took a deep breath and stepped back from him defiantly, crossing your arms, “Beg.” 

Loki scoffed, “You are joking,” his eyes narrowed at you while a wry smile appeared. 

“No I’m not. You did all of this thinking I’d come crawling to you, begging, but I think you should beg for me,” you tried to maintain your wilful stance, but your voice was shaky. You could hear your heartbeat loudly in your ears, your blood pumping a mile a minute, the intensity of the interaction nearly overwhelming.  

“Absolutely not. I have never had to beg, nor will I ever,” he closed the gap between the two of you with one long stride. 

You felt your resolve shaking. His dominant side was what you really craved, what you really needed. 

“I like a challenge, a forceful partner...but only in the beginning. And right now you will submit to me, my little Pet”, he sneered as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You suddenly felt Loki sweep your leg, throwing you off balance, and your back hit the floor with a soft thud.

Loki’s body was on top of yours before you knew what happened, his hand bracing your head in the fall. His mouth was on yours, forcefully kissing you, and you kissed him back with wild abandon. Tongues intertwined and teeth clicked as the two of you fiercely kissed each other in a fight over dominance, and your mind blanked as your passion took over your body. 

Loki roughly groped at your body, your ass, your thighs, your breasts.  He was feral and just as wound up as you, desperate to touch you, to feel your body against his. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he thrusted, making you both moan together in unison. 

Your hands combed through his hair, feeling the soft, dampened curls entwine with your fingers. The smell of leather and Loki enveloped your senses. He was invading every part of you, and you loved it. 

You heard a growl emanate from his chest as you felt cool air around your skin. You suddenly realized you were naked against his fully clothed body. His hard cock pushed up against your core, his tight leather pants being his only barrier to being inside you. Your hips bucked up into his, and you whined, your desperation finally bubbling over.

“You are so stubborn, and I’m going to fuck that out of you,” Loki snarled as his hand squeezed your breast, making you squeal. 

“You want me, crave me, and need this cock as if it were to save your life! Don’t you?!,” he demanded as he bit into your neck possessively, intending to leave a mark. A gasp escaped your lips, as the exquisite pain melted with your pleasure. Your body felt like it was on fire, despite the fact that you were entirely naked. 

All of your resistance was gone, all you wanted now was Loki.

“I do-,” you whined, not caring about how true it was anymore, as long as he gave you what you urgently craved. 

“Say it! Tell me you need itI!,” Loki ordered roughly, his hands reaching to your aching cunt, playing with your folds and feeling the slick that coated you. You were already soaking and needy for him, weeks of desperation dripping from your cunt onto your thighs.

“I need your cock, Loki! PLEASE!,” you cried as he bit down on the soft skin below your ear and thrust his restrained member on your wet core while you writhed under him, your arousal coating his leather pants.

You heard Loki’s dark chuckle as his breath hit your ear and sent a chill down your spine. In a moment, you felt the world around you spinning as Loki flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up to meet his. In one movement, he unzipped and fiercely thrust his cock inside you, pushing himself deep into you with all of his strength while he wantonly groaned. You choked out a breathy cry, the sharp pain and pleasure of his large cock filling you so roughly that you felt dizzy.

You propped yourself onto your hands, pushing back as hard as you could, savoring the feeling of him buried inside of you. His size stretched you in ways you had never been, the pressure of his cock stuffing you was almost too much.  

Loki groaned as he began bucking into you, not giving you time to adjust to his size, his large hands gripping your hips in place while he fucked you harsh and fast. His leather clad hips slapped loudly against your ass, the sound echoing against the marble floors. 

“Oh Pet, your cunt is perfect, just as I thought it would be…,” he said through loud pants. Your body shuddered at his praise, as your walls fluttered around his throbbing cock. 

You grabbed for anything to hold onto while he rutted into you like an animal, your fingers digging into the rug below you. Your body bounced with the force of his thrusts, and you could feel the coil tightening in your core already.  Loud moans and cries spilled out of your mouth as he mercilessly fucked you with abandon. Your body was flooded with electric heat as he conquered you like he had once nearly conquered the city.

Loki leaned over you, his hair grazing your back, and you could hear his heavy pants and grunts as he fucked you hard, taking his pleasure like he knew you wanted. You felt a harsh slap on your ass, which made you cry out while you felt yourself tighten around his thick cock. 

“That’s for being a brat and fighting me! You knew you wouldn’t win!,” Loki spat as he continued to wildly thrust into you, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. He was assaulting, ruthless, and you absolutely loved it. You were an absolute mess, you could feel yourself dripping down your thighs as he repeatedly slammed his hot length into you.

 You felt strong hands wrap into your hair, pulling your head back as Loki continued to ride you. The stretch in your neck was painful yet deeply arousing as your sinful need mixed in your veins. 

“You thought that driving me mad would mean I would be gentle on you?! You have to earn that, pet. You’ll be lucky if I let you come!,” his rough voice chastised you in between loud grunts while his large hand palmed your breast, tweaking your nipple. 

You felt the tension inside as your orgasm built, there was no way he could prevent this. The pain on your scalp combined with his ruthlessness sent you over the edge, making you cry out as your world shattered in ecstasy. Your eyes tightly held shut, blinding white against black. You screamed as you came around him, your body thrashing under his weight as he rode you hard. 

Loki deeply groaned as he felt your walls tighten around him as you came, his hips not slowing while his fingers dug further into the flesh of your hips. You felt tears welling in your eyes as his swollen cock relentlessly pounded into you, the overstimulation too much. You felt your elbows weakening as your body struggled to stay upright against Loki’s brutal pace. 

“Loki… oh..too—,” you choked out, barely able to speak.  He didn’t slow down, he continued rutting into you like an animal chasing his own release. 

“What’s that, too much? I’ve only just begun, and you will thank me when I empty myself into your tight cunt,” he grunted into your ear while he tightened his grip in your hair. 

You could feel the pressure building again as he slapped your ass again, groping it afterwards. You were a mess, unable to say anything other than strangled noises while your body jostled under his. 

“That’s it, pet- you’ll take what I give you,” Loki demanded in between grunts and moans, while his large cock assaulted your inner walls.

You craned your neck to look at him, only to see his sinful face screwed into intense pleasure, his desperation apparent as his hair framed his face in messy curls around his closed eyes. He looked so powerful and vulnerable at the same time, and you felt your cunt clench around him. The sight of Loki brutally fucking you as you had always wanted was almost too much. His hand moved to your swollen clit, gently massaging it. 

“Say my name, Pet,” Loki growled, his eyes opening and glaring into yours with passion and ferocity as his jaw clenched and nostrils flared. The fire in your abdomen climaxed again as Loki’s cock forced you towards the precipice of ecstacy. 

“Loki!!,” you raggedly screamed, your voice hoarse from crying out. Your eyes screwed shut as your body twitched from yet another intense orgasm. Your thighs trembled as you tried to keep yourself in position while Loki’s unrelenting tempo began to slow.

Curses in another language began spilling out of Loki as his pace faltered, his hands like iron vices on your hips and hair as his grip tightened while he desperately chased his climax.

With a guttural shout, Loki came, pushing himself as deep as he could as he spilled into you. He continued to slowly pump his cock, his cum flooding inside of you while he breathed heavily and roughly moved your head to kiss you messily. 

The two of you moaned when you returned the kiss, trying to convey all of your appreciation as you drowned in your pleasure. Loki loosened his grip on your hair and hips as the two of you slowly came down from your high. He began caressing your back lightly with his fingers, pressing soft kisses down your spine, and you felt yourself whimpering quietly.

Your eyes slowly opened as you fell back to reality and he pulled himself out. With his guidance, you shakily sat down, and he pulled a blanket off the couch and wrapped it around you. The soft blanket clung to your sweat soaked skin, and the intended comfort made you feel even warmer inside. 

Loki sat on the floor next to you, your backs against the couch as he pulled you up close to him, planting a kiss on your head while his arm wrapped around your shoulders. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, quietly catching your breath and enjoying the afterglow. As you sat there, breathless and sore, a hazy peacefulness settled over you. 

You looked up at him, and felt a smile spread across your face. He was so painfully sexy as he pulled his hair back behind his ears while his leather clad chest heaved as he caught his breath. His sharp features were glistening with sweat and his eyes were glazed over, beautifully disheveled. 

“That was…..,” you couldn’t find the words, still dazed from the high of your erotic coupling. 

“Yes it was,” he finished your thought.  Loki looked at you, his fiery gaze from earlier was now blissful and placid as he gently smiled at you.  

“Now we need to give your body some recuperation time. But I’m not finished with you,” he gently squeezed your arm. 

“Promise?,” you asked, hopeful that this was just the beginning. 

You felt his strong arms wrap around you, and before you knew it, he had lifted you up as he stood, holding you bridal style like you weighed nothing. You yelped and he walked gracefully towards his room. 

“Promise,” he winked at you as a wicked smile played at the corner of his lips. 

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#loki smut #loki x reader #loki series #dom!loki smut #dom!loki x sub!reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki #on the edge

[couriersiccs]

i know that the point IS the pushing of the boulder up the hill, and not ever reaching the top of the hill because it was always going to be juuust outside your reach by the time exhaustion catches up with you and sends you careening back down towards the bottom to start climbing all over again

but for once can it just be about getting to the top and having a nice rest and then rolling back down the hill to start again? by choice? can i catch up for once and just feel accomplished for a second before deciding for myself, not for gravity’s unrelenting sake, to push another stupid rock up another stupid hill?

#.txt #metaphorically this is about being exhausted by the upkeep of life instead of invigorated by it #literally this is about the dishes #about neverending cycles #about eating soon enough to go to sleep soon enough to wake up soon enough to go to work on time #about needing to make good decisions to have a life full of good decisions #and at some point stopping because you get too exhausted to make good decisions #or any decisions besides 'lie there and wait until you need to go to bed' #('and then don't') #and that just makes it so much harder to start making good decisions again #hello executive dysfunction has ruled and ruined my entire life from the beginning #and it is never going to be easy to work with it and i am so tired and i just wish it was #but the good news is that i made a checklist today since i had energy leftover from a slow day at work #and i did my dishes #the bad news is the future and all the dishes i won't do #but i'll not get to that when i won't get to that

[jils-things]

pkmn soulsilver babbles c:

i have reached the tag limit writing my thoughts help. im not even done but ig ill just leave it at that AHAHSHSHSH

#since i collected all johto/kanto badges my next goal is to start grinding extra harder for red + #my decision to try to catch as much legendaries #so the first thing i did was make sure that poliwhirl and misdreavus actually evolved - so i went around to find the stones #along the way i happen to find a dawn stone - i frowned thinking like. man if only i could use this on kirlia > gallade #i went to goldenrod to buy some tms and as i left the city i accidentally walked on grass (speeding up the emulator lmao) and FOUND RALTS #i was so shocked because AYO RALTS? IN JOHTO MF #it was male even so i was so excited to grab it - i did and then later i was like “would be cool if i could get a gardevoir too” #“maybe i can breed the ralts with a ditto' #“but I don't have a ditto :[” #AND THEN I WALKED ON THE GRASS AGAIN TO FIND A DITTO RIGHT AFTER THAT AKSKSJSJSJSJDJSSK #i caught it IMMEDIATELY #i was like. wow this is too good to be true. i kept walking on grass again and then i found a female ralts. #now the ditto wont be necessary anymore but i was happy to get one #my next concern was like - 'aw man they're hella underleveled tho - oh yeah! daycare. where's that dayca- #LITERALLY JUST 3 STEPS AWAY FROM ME. THE DAYCARE. BECAUSE DUH. IM IN GOLDENROD CITY THEY'RE NEXT TO EACH OTHER FLDJFKFLFKDKDK #I WAS JUST MADLY GIGGLIGN TO MYSELF LIKE GIRL DAMN EVERYTHING CAME RIGHT TO ME RGRGDHDH #so yeah my other side quest is to get both gallade and gardevoir. probably super obvious but yes they're my fav lines aksjsjsj #there's also another bit i discovered where once i collected all 16 badges - i have to visit the sound designer in celadon's apartments #he gave me a Gameboy device that plays the entire game out but in the Gameboy ver aka the og games and #idk i just... really appreciate that bit? you can tell so much love was poured into this #i enabled the device for a bit too simulate how it would sound like if i played the gb versions. it's so cool #immediately jumped to pallet town and new bark town's ver - it's so sweet sounding #i really appreciate that small bit! as someone who didn't play the og games this one is just a nice way of giving me a tasteof it #anyway - right now im trying to level the team the best i can + evolved with stones and im also trying to look for the other gym leaders #to get their phone number to rebattle (and level up again) #.... i was flustered to get morty's number first... #at the bellchime tower of all places???!?!?!! damn. damn. in the pretty autumn trees smh morty are you setting me up.. slash ro- #EITHER WAY I GOT A LIIITLE EXCITED OVER THAT SMDNDBDBBDLFLF anduhhhmayhapsfunneideasgrgfgf #hi sarahdontlook at meee HEVDVSVEBSBSBD #i forgot morty pops up there and. WHEW. kinda thankful i forgot my first gameplay its like I'm playing it again weheeh

[wisteriaiswriting]

Okay, I read something about moths going kinda crazy during mating season. It's especially crazy for the males. Can I request Valentino smut with his favorite female porn star reader?

𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟

Words: 872

Warnings: GN!Reader | Smut [Eating out, rimming, fucking, degrading]

Valentino knew what was approaching, every year he tried to ignore it as no one was good enough to spend it with him. His mating season was a sensitive time, meaning a lot of things could go wrong.

But this year someone had caught his attention. It was you, one of his newer contracts on the scene, quickly becoming a fan favourite, and he sees why. So he makes the decision to have you help him.

Unluckily though you were pretty dense to his advancements, unsurprisingly due to the fact he was a moth and you weren’t. But still, at least you could acknowledge him.

***

Fuck.

Mating season had officially started, and it was hitting him hard.

“EVERYONE OUT!” His screaming shocked everyone, also sending them all rushing out. You were at the back of the group, wich let him grab your collar to pull you towards him.

“Not you babe,” As he spoke smoke swirled around you both, a lot more seeping out this time. “You get the honour of helping me tonight~”

Holding you as he started walking, turning into stumbling. The first time he hit a wall you were pulled to his chest. Soon enough he opened the doors to the nearest room, revealing it to be one of the bigger studios.

Passing the chairs and equipment to drop you on the bed, following by dropping onto his knees. Hands kneading your thighs, sliding up to your waist. His breathing became harsher during this, red smoke circling the area.

Sitting up before pulling you closer, fingers finding their way under the waistband of your pants and underwear. Staying still for a few seconds before pulling away, ripping both.. Quickly pulling them off, throwing them onto the floor somewhere.

“I’ll buy you better ones, just let me…” His words faded as he became less focused. More smoke was puffed out and into the room as his mouth opened, letting his tongue out.

Leaning closer to let it move along your thigh, quickly moving up. Although it couldn’t go much further due to your position. Arms wormed their way under your legs, using one pair of arms to hold you up.

Strong enough to not let you drop any lower than needed, which was up near his face. Allowing his tongue to get where it needed, leaving the area with a tingly feeling.

Not moving in immediately, instead running along the outside. Letting your muscles relax before he moved in, your tensing didn’t have any visual effect on him. Everything for him felt doubled, so even the slightest movement had him jolting.

So when your legs wrapped around over his shoulders, hands grasping at his hat. That seemed to flip a switch in his mind. One pair of arms reached up to remove your legs, while another hand pulled yours off.

Controlled yet dropping you onto the bed again, this time making you lay down. His hand on yours didn’t leave, instead intertwining them. With your legs, his hands had moved down to your ankles. Moving them onto his shoulders.

He had started huffing, even though more smoke left his mouth it stopped affecting you. Instead filling the room and leaving you unable to see him unless he was in your face, which you wouldn’t mind either way.

His fourth and open hand held his cock, making sure he has a smooth entrance. Which he did, once he was in he let you adjust. When you were good he picked up the pace instantly.

From just quick to slamming into you. His hands left your ankles to hold your waist, with how hard they were grabbing you would surely have bruises later. Only able to accept him.

He kept pounding until his glasses fell off, rushingly placing them onto your head. Even with his hand holding yours it didn’t stop you from moving at each thrust, never stopping him. Only going harder.

“That's what you like huh? Course it is you slut!” At these words he leaned forwards, taking a sniff at your collarbone. You smelled like him now, no one could ever confuse you for one of his other sluts, you’re his now.

Letting his teeth sink into your flesh after, not that you minded. He tasted your blood, which was almost sickeningly sweet for someone stuck in hell, especially stuck with him.

During this his pace never slowed or even stuttered. Causing both of you to get closer to your orgasms. At this point Valentino had lost almost all his focus.

The light above was soon shut out, due to his wings making an appearance. Which also revealed the button up underneath, giving you something to grab onto.

Hands reaching to grab bunches, in turn pulling him closer. Your nails, ones Valentino has you care for, threatened to rip the shirt. Although neither of you cared in the moment, he might later. But you didn’t care.

“There we go, cum for me Luz~” At his words you did, the air was filled with both of you huffing. You were trying to get air back into your lungs, while he looked down at you. Taking in this image.

Maybe he’ll start caring for mating seasons if you’ll stay with him.

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Luz - Light

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[sheepwasfound]

thanks everybody for the cat tips!!

#not gonna post em here but thank youuu #i will consider things further #my dog's gonna go see the kitten again and see how they get along the second time #i'm just Immediately stressing about shit like... #urinary problems from stress and peridontal disease and tooth resorption and shit #like i know 100% how to make a dog as happy and healthy as possible a 100% #for cats i'm like there might be shit i don't knowwwww #like i know you gotta be careful of poisonous house plants and you can't have thread lying around and stuff like that #but there must also be so much i Don't Know and that's stressing me out #gotta do more research and talk to cat people i think #also like what do you Do with a cat day to day y'know? #you feed it and you play a bit? i'm thinking of getting a harness to take the cat outside sometimes #and gonna try to teach it the basic stuff like recall so maybe it could go free in the summer house later idk #and get it used to nail cutting and teeth brushing #but with cats all of that is just Much Harder eh 😅 #and then there's the dehydration to worry about... #for now i will see how the dog and kitten behave when they meet for longer the second time and then start making a decision! #also like can you sleep well with a cat or do they not let you sleep?? ofc kittens can be different though #my dog lets me sleep so good man i need sleep #personal #not dnf

[charliemwrites]

Part 9 of Charmed Slasher Simon

(CW: this is all basically noncon. Like, yeah they had a “deal” but it’s not like it was agreed on in good faith ya know? Stay safe while reading, please, and let me know if this warning needs to be more descriptive)

You shake as Simon trails his fingers absently along your tummy, amused by the way it twitches, tickling and frightened in equal measures. So much he wants to do to you, but only so much you’ll be able to take for this first little triste.

Besides, though not long for this world, there’s only so much he wants that little worm to see of you.

“You ever spend so long fantasizing about something that when the moment finally comes, you’re just spoiled for options?” he muses aloud, pinching your nipples through your thin shirt. He can hear the high pitched noises trapped in the back of your throat, tsks at the denial.

“I’m usually a decisive man, you know that, sunshine. But all the things I want to do to you…”

You squirm when he pinches a bit harder, adding a little twist. He shuffles his knee between your thighs and pulls you back, making you grind against his thigh with every involuntary twitch and shudder.

“Could bruise this pretty ass for running out into the snow like that, reckless thing.” You jolt when he palms the plush fat of one cheek. “Or I could just torture your tight little hole. Leave that pretty pussy aching…”

You make a noise like a sob as his thumb rubs through the layers of your pants and underwear. You try to lean away but he’s got such a tight grip on your wrists that all it does is arch your back.

He inches his fingers over the crest of your hip again, dips back to your swollen clit and soaked cunt. Hell, you’re even wetter than before, a sticky line running down your thigh, fabric clinging to overheated skin. He groans against your throat, has to see it for himself.

You try to protest as he yanks your waistbands down to mid thigh, but he quiets you with those same two fingers stuff in your mouth, teeth scraping his knuckles. You nearly gag as he pets the back of your tongue, imagines how it’ll feel against the fat head of his cock.

In the firelight, you’re gleaming, something out of a fever dream. He leans you back farther and forces your legs wider with his own, lets the heat caress at the insides of your thighs, the creamy slick webbing between your lips.

“Fuck, maybe I should just play with this, huh?” He rasps. “Watched you do it so many times. You don’t know how to edge yourself properly, luv. Always let yourself give in too soon.”

You make a startled noise, huge, watery eyes finding his. He chuckles at the mortified question in them, teases his fingertips over your slit.

“Yeah, sunshine. I watched you fuck this pretty pussy, cryin’ ‘n pleadin’ for me,” he purrs in your ear. “Took everythin’ in me to let you have your fun, to keep from showin’ you how it’s done…”

He circles a finger over your clit, a barely-there brush that makes your pretty wet lashes flutter. Over and over, watches that flush bloom steadily over your face, down your neck. The haze glossing over your eyes.

“How about that, hm? We’ll start from the beginning and work our way through my list.”

He slips his fingers from your mouth, watches you lick unconsciously at the taste of him lingering on your lips.

“Y-you’re not gonna…?”

He tilts his head, narrows his eyes. Fills in the blanks and can’t help growling.

“Oh, you want me to hurt you, is that it?” he asks. “You want - no, you need an excuse to hate me. You’re hoping I tear you up so that you have an easy out for all these confusing feelings.”

You try to babble out a denial but the shock in your eyes is all the confirmation he needs. He tamps down his anger by dragging his teeth along your neck, working a dark mark into the skin.

You don’t know any better, he reminds himself. But you will.

“Don’t you worry, luv, there will be plenty of punishment for you,” he rumbles. “But you’re going to beg me for it.”

You open your mouth, maybe to deny it, but he pinches your sensitive little clit between two fingers and revels in the way you squeal.

He instantly soothes the ache with gentle circles, trailing kisses along your jaw. Tastes fresh salt on your skin.

“Best save your tears, precious,” he warns, smirking. “You’ll need them.”

He parts your lips with two fingers, leaving you open and exposed, groaning through his teeth at the sight of you. Wet and swollen, so needy for him. You try to buck away when he rubs a finger over your clit, firm strokes up and down.

“If you don’t stay still and take it like a good girl, I’ll tie you down and make you be a good girl.”

You duck your chin, eyes squeezed miserably shut as you try to lock down your body. It’s ridiculously endearing, how you wiggle and then catch yourself, breath hitching as you wait for him to lose patience. He hums whenever you start getting to squirmy, delights in the way you shiver and sink your teeth into your lip. Settle down only for him to change the tempo or the pattern and ruin all your self control.

He amuses himself drawing patterns all over your pulsing clit - circles and stars. Hearts that make your eyes roll back in your head. Zig zags from your weeping hole up to the very top of your slit.

It takes a while for you to truly approach your orgasm with the way he denies you a proper rhythm to build on. But he notices the moment you finally start to reach that peak, not even his reminder to hold still can keep you from twitching and rocking, helpless little jolts of your hips.

He coos. “So desperate to finish. Is it because you think I’ll be done with you once you do?”

You don’t answer, too busy trying to get more friction, more pressure. He lets you rush right up to the edge and then stops, skipping down to circle your hole. Luxuriates in the fresh flood of wetness coating your thighs. It yanks you back like a dog on a leash, your orgasm right there but just out of reach.

You don’t even seem to realize what’s happened for a second, mouth hanging open and a cute little furrow between your brow. When he chuckles, teasing up to that sensitive bundle of nerves again, it seems to click. You shoot him a dismayed look, the most precious hint of betrayal lurking in your glassy irises.

“N-no…” you nearly beg.

He smirks, nips at your puffy bottom lip. “You can say no if you like. Or even stop. We had a deal, though, didn’t we?”

“R-Riley…”

You scream when he spanks your pussy. Not nearly as hard as he craves, but it sends pretty streamers of tears down your hot cheeks. Another, two fingers directly to your clit. You nearly crumple, only his hold on your wrists keeping you upright.

“My real name, sunshine, or I’ll give you a reason to say no,” he warns.

“S-Simon,” you whimper, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

He shushes you, petting apologetically at your throbbing core.

“I know, luv, I know. But you’ll never learn if I don’t teach you right.”

The tears don’t stop as he drags you right up to the edge again, bullying through the lingering sting of getting spanked with overwhelming pleasure. When he pulls back a second time, you start up the “no’s” again, voice shattered into pathetic little pieces.

“That’s alright,” he murmurs, “say whatever you need to get you through, I won’t be mad.”

He gets you so so close once again, cock twitching against your ass as it grinds back against him. But he lightens his touch, not stopping but not letting you fall, easing the pressure up and up and up until even the slightest graze would break you.

Instead, he pulls away entirely to squeeze at the plush of your thighs and hips, cooing over the way they shake for him.

“Simon,” you sob, tucking into his chest. He slows his touches, watching you try to curl into him, chest burning with something bloodier than love. “Simon, please. It hurts.”

He hums, sliding his hand back up to your pussy, massaging your labia. Careful not to touch your needy clit.

“It hurts, hm?” he croons, unable to keep the mean pleasure from his voice. “It wasn’t supposed to. Where does it hurt?”

You hiccup, sniffle. “M-my… my…”

“Tell me, sunshine, or I can’t make it better.”

You fold a bit, bounce, almost like a tantrum. So out of control on sensation and emotion that you can’t keep it together as you form the words.

“M-my pussy. It — I need…”

He hums again, fingers trailing down to your hole. Teases his finger at your entrance and feels it spasming around nothing.

“So empty,” he breathes. “Is that it, luv? Your little cunt is aching to be filled?”

You shudder on a cry but nod, face hidden against his neck. He lets you, far too endeared by your attempts to find comfort from the man torturing you in the first place.

“Hurts,” you repeat.

“Do you hate me yet?” he mocks.

You keen softly. “Y-yes.”

A tap to your clit again. If you weren’t so strung out you’d probably even find it pleasurable but right now it makes you writhe and beg him to stop.

“Dont lie,” he warns, voice low, “where are my good girl’s manners?”

“‘M sorry,” you whine.

“One more time now - do you hate me yet?”

Your words seem to get caught up in your throat so you shake your head. Hes tempted - so, so tempted - to make you admit it aloud. But he doesn’t want to be too mean, not yet.

“Good girl,” he whispers, “that’s my girl. You want me to make you feel better now?”

You sniffle again, lean back into him a bit more. “Please.”

“There we go,” he praises, “nice and polite. I’ll take care of you, luv.”

Your body is so ready that it’s nothing for him to slide a finger into you, slick already running down his palm.

“N-no no,” you mumble.

“No what? I’m making you feel better.”

“‘S not — need more. Please, please, Simon.”

It’s hearing his real name in your small, reedy voice that finally appeals to what little mercy he has. He fits two fingers into your cunt and curves them to rub your silky walls.

“Fuck, you’re tight, sunshine,” he groans through his teeth. “You’re gonna choke my cock.”

You squeal as he starts rocking his hand, fucking you at an easy pace, getting you accustomed to the new stimulation. Starts building up your orgasm again, piece by moaning piece, finding every spot that makes your back bow with pleasure.

“Please, please, lemme cum this time Simon, I’ll be good, I promise.”

He huffs in amusement, caressing his thumb over your crossed wrists.

“Oh baby, you don’t have a choice.”

He flattens his palm against your core and pumps his fingers faster, harder. The heel of his hand grinds against your clit with each twitch of his wrist. You get tighter and tighter, voice pitching up and up, until your entire body goes taut, walls clamping down almost painfully.

He strokes you through it, brutal and relentless until you’re screaming at him to stop. That it’s too much. He releases your wrists to wrap his hand around your throat, obsessed with how delicate it feels in his palm. Just the slightest squeeze of his fingers and your eyes roll back. The second orgasm gushes from your abused cunt, all over his wrist and your thighs, dripping puddles onto the carpet.

He loosens his hold slowly, work you over through it, feeling you squeeze and pulse with aftershocks.

When he glances at your pretty, flushed, and tear-stained face, your eyes are shut. Out cold.

He chuckles and gently lays you out closer to the fire, grabs a pillow from a nearby chair to set under your head. Lingers for a moment, rubbing over your back, massaging gently at your shoulders. Your wrists are already bruising.

Then a muffled noise calls his attention.

Brandon.

“Now the second half of the deal.”

#thoughts™️ #cod #my writing #fanfiction #dark fic #reader fic #charmed slasher ghost #final girl reader #non con #dub con

[alittlesil]

let me distract you

Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader ♥️

a/n: hey :) i secretly enjoy writing and after a quick talk abt it with @lilthbunny i decided to post some of my fics here! hope it’s not so bad so pls enjoy

summary: you study too much and Tate decides to slightly distract you 🌸

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving)

(pic from pinterest)

Summer is almost there.

It’s almost there, and it means that you have exams in your college. 

Another day of the endless studying in your dark, dusty room. A lot of textbooks are scattered on the bed mixed with notebooks, and you're lying there typing something quickly on your laptop - you need to watch another lecture… your brain aches already, your eyes narrow in the darkness of the room, you’re completely exhausted of this shit. When you type the last letter on your laptop, you feel someone’s presence nearly. 

With a sigh, you take your notebook again, starting to write something and not paying any attention to the blond guy, who already took a seat on the bed with you.  With a muffled tired groan, his head literally falls down on your tummy, and his hands stroke your sides gently.

“Y/n, come ooon”, he groans again, looking up at you with his dark puppy eyes. “You’ve been studying for three days in a row, i’m tired of just watching you laying here, reading and writing.”

You sigh tiredly, but feel really bad for ignoring your boyfriend this way, even knowing how much he always craves your attention. “Tate, you know this test is important.” Your fingers eventually slipped into his golden, soft curls, playing with them, as your gaze’s still locked with the notebook. You bit your lower lip, trying to focus on the study tasks, when the young boy starts to kiss your stomach through the cloth of your top, and of course you didn’t wear bra… and of course Tate notices it, when your nipples become harder because of simple kisses on your body. He smirks slyly.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to study all weekend… look at you. You look exhausted.” He said, and his fingers quickly slip under the cloth and touch your bare skin on your sides and stomach. Tate leans in and nuzzles your neck, and you unintentionally put your notebook aside. His hot breath hits your skin, as he whispers: “Someone here wants you to take a breath. Let me distract you for a while.”

You almost moaned just at these words, as your fingers tug on his hair softly and your lips curl into a slight smirk. “I think i can’t say no in this position.”

Tate smiles and immediately pulls your top off, his palms cupping your breasts, as he connects his lips with yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. Oh, this boy missed this feeling of your smooth skin in his hands, of your soft lips against his - it was only 3 days without you guys having intimacy, but for him it felt like eternity. His hot tongue brushes against your lips in a silent question, and you part your lips slightly, allowing him to slip in, while his slender fingers knead your tits.

His mouth starts to move lower - his hot lips on your neck, on your chest, on your tummy, and you can already feel how your underwear gets more wet with each second.

“That’s… a very… good… mhmhmm… decision…” He groans into your skin in between kisses, as his lips wander lower and lower. His hands reach for the buttons of your jeans, and eventually he pulls them down your legs, leaving you in your panties only. Tate pulls away, admiring the view - he always craves you, your body, your touch, no matter what, and seeing you naked (or almost naked) is enough for him to get hard within a second. His fingers trace along your bare thighs gently, as he suddenly changes the position - now you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, and this boy with golden curls is kneeling in front of you, spreading your thighs. You bit your lower lip in anticipation, as his lips slowly make their way up your thigh, getting closer and closer to the spot where you crave them the most and shamelessly teasing you. Tate’s fingers reach to the waistband of your panties, tugging on it slightly.

“Let me..?” He whispers in a hushed breath, looking up at you, and this sight only can make you cum twice. 

“Tate, just do it, please…” You whimper, tugging on his hair, and he lets out a soft growl, as his lips connect with your underwear, and you gasped at the sensation - it feels so good, but you need so much more… “D-don’t tease! Take these off…” You whine, and Tate smirks, enjoying how much you want him back. He can’t refuse you, and in a second your panties fall down on the floor. His slender finger runs between your folds, collecting the wetness, and he even moans quietly, seeing how eager you already are. 

You shiver, and a soft whimper escapes your lips, when you feel his finger touching you. Tate pulls it away and replaces it with his soft, tender lips, and now you can’t hold back a proper moan. Your grip in his hair tightens, as he started to literally eat you out, his tongue circles around your clit and slips inside you, making you scream in pure pleasure. You pull his head closer, and Tate moans at your eagerness, continuing his adorable assault on your pussy. Your arousal mixes with his saliva, and when he sucks on your clit, you let out another loud moan.

“So loud for such a sweet girl”, he chuckles quietly, swallowing, and then suddenly entering you with his middle finger. You threw your head back, covering your mouth with your free hand just not to scream so loud that the whole neighbourhood could hear you. You squeeze your thighs unintentionally, and Tate chuckles against your clit - the vibrations send a shiver down your spine. He starts to move his finger painfully slow, and you thrust your hips, meeting his motions. When he feels that you begin to clench around his finger, he adds the second one and licks on your clit faster, but gentler. 

“F-fuck, Tate!” You whine again, not able to contain yourself. “I- Oh, I think i’m gonna cum-“

Your words make him grow even harder in his jeans. “Don’t worry”, he chuckles, pulling away for a second. “I ain’t stopping.”

You whine, and with one last thrust of his fingers, finally achieve your climax. It feels like an explosion: your walls clench around his hand, the arousal dripping down your thighs, and Tate gladly licks every single drop of it. This familiar feeling of powerful wave of pleasure makes you gasp for the air, and you lay down on your back, trying to calm down. Tate pulls away from your thighs, his chin glistens with your wetness, and he wipes it away with a sleeve of his striped sweater. He crawls towards you, laying down next to your body.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispers, kissing your temple, and you reach up to him, smashing your lips against his - he kisses you back sloppily, still caressing your bare thigh with one hand. He then looks at you with a cocky smile and leans his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent.

“I guess I should study even more if it means that you’re going to distract me from it like this every time…” You scoff, starting to play with his hair once again, making Tate purr.

“I don’t mind spending most of my time ‘distracting’ you.”

#evan peters #american horror story #ahs murder house #tate langdon #tate langdon smut #evan peters smut #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x y/n #evan peters x reader #evan peters x y/n #ahs fandom #ahs fanfic #tate langdon fanfic #evan peters fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #smut

[s4no]

PART TWO

+ feat: shuji hanma, tetta kisaki, hajime kokonoi, seishu inui, izana kurokawa, kakucho hitto & hakkai shiba

+ cws: fem!reader, twitter p*rn links, each character will have their own cws

+ a/n: the twt acc is mine !! you must be logged in to twitter to view the tweets. all characters are written in adult timelines (aged 21+) — part one | part two | part three

ಇ  𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗠𝗔. + cw: spanking (r), fingering, bondage (r), ptv, ass play (r)    [ link one | link two ] hanma is dangerous— the type of predator that likes to play with his food before he eats it. he likes to hear the sounds you make when he bends you over his lap and lets sin and punishment wreak havoc on your ass, delivering harsh smacks that make you cry out and leave your flesh red and angry. he laces the pain with pleasure, rubbing his thumb between your folds and granting you a brief respite before he's spanking you again. the whimpers that ensue only seem to egg him on, but he exercises a great deal of patience as he restrains your hands behind your back in a pair of leather cuffs that fit snugly around your wrists. keeping you bent over, he gets to admire his work while he lines himself up with your entrance, sinking inside of you until he's buried to the hilt. but one hole isn't enough for shuji hanma— he's much too greedy for that to satiate his desire. so he plows into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the walls, and uses his thumb once more, pushing the digit inside of your ass deep enough to bring tears to your eyes. when you're like this, helpless and entirely at his mercy, hanma can't help but think you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on.

ಇ  𝗧𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗜. + cw: fingering, pta    [ link one | link two ] kisaki is a multitasker and he’s a very talented one at that. you know this because he currently has two fingers plunging inside of you while he effortlessly steers the car with his other hand. not once does he swerve, not once are you worried you might crash. but just because he's good at multitasking, doesn't necessarily mean that he likes to do it. in fact, he's irritated that you couldn't wait until you got home. he’s annoyed that he’s been forced to divide his attention between you and the road. so when he finally pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he doesn’t even let you pull on your pants before dragging you out of the car. the moment you get inside, he’s unbuckling his pants and pushing you down onto your side. “so fucking needy,” he chastises, his voice dripping with disdain. he plans on making you regret your decision to rush him, and you find that you do as he grabs a bottle of lube and smears it over his cock. instead of pushing inside of your pussy like you wish he would, he feeds the tip of his cock into your ass, grunting at how tight you are unprepped. he takes pity on you when you start to cry, gliding his fingers through your folds, but his generosity only extends so far. not once do they go near your clit.

ಇ  𝗛𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗜. + cw: butt plug (r), fingering, pussy slapping, spanking (r), bondage (r), ptv    [ link one | link two ] kokonoi’s love language is gift-giving. he’ll return home from work with your favorite flowers in hand, buy you those chocolates you love when you’re on your period. sometimes, when you’re having a bad day, he’ll surprise you with that pair of diamond earrings you were eyeing at the store the other day. but out of all the gifts he’s given you, the toys he’s picked out for you are some of your favorites. he always likes to try them out later that night, so it’s not unusual when you find yourself lying on your back with a pair of metal cuffs clamped down around your wrists. they’re chained to the diamond butt plug that rests inside of you and you do your best not to thrash and squirm as his fingers delve in and out of your cunt. it’s even harder to stay in position when he brings his palm down against your pussy, smug at the way your entire body lurches upon impact. but that’s only the beginning of the fun he has planned for you because minutes later he has you on your stomach, chest against the bed with your arms restrained behind your back in a red leather set. “my pretty little jewel,” he croons, rubbing his length over your folds. he uses your wrists as leverage, pulling you back into him as he thrusts inside of you, and he swears he’d spend every yen to his name if it felt even half as good as your pussy does right now.

ಇ  𝗦𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗨 𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜. + cw: oral (r), ptv    [ link one | link two ] inui likes to take things slow and steady. he prefers to take his time, kissing you tenderly and undressing you slowly. pieces of clothing fall to the floor one by one, and you both have wandering hands that dip beneath the few remaining garments, claiming what’s underneath. a low groan rumbles from his chest when your small hand wraps around his dick and you stroke it while deft fingers rub figure-eights across your clit. the tension swells, becoming more and more intense as his lips roam lower and lower until they’re between your legs, one hand splayed out against the small of your back to make sure you don’t try to shy away from his mouth. he licks you languidly, alternating between pressing open-mouthed kisses against your clit and flicking his tongue over it. just when you think the bubble inside of you is going to burst, he draws away and coaxes you onto your back, thrusting into you deep enough to send you toppling right over the edge. he doesn’t stop when your pussy convulses around him, not until he’s filled you up good and plenty. afterward, he lets you lay in his arms, fingers absentmindedly trailing up and down your back. 

ಇ  𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔. + cw: dacryphilia, overstim (r), bondage (r), toys, ptv, manipulation(?)    [ link one | link two ] izana may think you’re pretty when you laugh— even more so when you smile— but nothing will ever compare to the way you look when you’re crying for him. no, you’re downright captivating. the way your dark lashes clump together, lining with unshed tears and pleading up at him, gives him a rush better than any drug. it doesn’t deter him one bit, and he remains holding the vibrator against your cunt even when your legs start to tremble in the ropes restraining your limbs. you’re so sensitive from three consecutive orgasms that the tears streak down your cheeks, and a deafening sob wracks through you as he rips a fourth one out of you. he murmurs praise after praise, telling you how precious you look with your eyebrows pinched together and your bottom lip snug between your teeth. he deems four a sufficient number but he’s far from letting you go, deciding to untie you only to flip you onto your stomach and pin your hands behind your back. you’re sopping wet, heady arousal staining the sheets below you, so when he brings his cock to your entrance, it slips right into your abused pussy without any resistance. “don’t you want to make me feel good too, angel?” his honeyed words act as poison, subduing you into a compliant state that he’s all too eager to take advantage of.

ಇ  𝗞𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗢 𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢. + cw: ptv, size difference, stomach bulge    [ link one | link two ] to say kakucho is large is an understatement. he’s mountainous, with broad shoulders and bulging biceps, and thighs as thick as tree trunks. he towers over you without even trying, easily double your size, and it only becomes more apparent when you’re fucking. truly, he loves the size difference, loves how small and fragile you seem in comparison to a giant like him. strong hands hold your hips in a firm grip as he thrusts against your backside, supporting your weight in case your legs give out. honestly, it’s remarkable that he’s somehow managed to fit his entire cock inside of you, and when one of his hands moves up to your throat, forcing your head back so you have no choice but to look up at him, you can see the sheer adoration in his dual-toned eyes. admittedly, your legs do end up collapsing beneath you but that’s no reason for him to stop— all it means is he needs to get you off your feet. that’s how you find yourself on the bed, bent over on your hands and knees, with kakucho looming behind you. the position is intimidating because it allows him to get even deeper than before, and you let out a breathless moan when he perfectly angles his cock to press against your g-spot. he helps guide you back against his pelvis, mesmerized by the sight of your pussy sucking him in with every thrust.

ಇ  𝗛𝗔𝗞𝗞𝗔𝗜 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗕𝗔. + cw: ptv    [ link one | link two ] it’s cute how nervous hakkai gets when it comes to you— how this hulking gang member turns to absolute mush whenever you’re around. he treats you like royalty, bowing down in your presence and slowly worshipping your body until you're like putty in his hands. he leaves no inch of you untouched as he sits behind you, his hands squeezing your breasts over your bra while you let out appreciative hums, bolstering him on. one skims down your stomach and in between your thighs, his fingers skillfully rubbing circles over you clothed cunt that have your hips shifting from side to side. “so perfect,” he murmurs, burying his head in the crook of your neck and pressing a soft kiss against your skin. you melt back into him as he pulls your bra down, and large hands begin kneading your bare breasts, making you moan out in satisfaction. never once do his motions become rushed; never once does he put his pleasure above your own. only when you’re dripping wet does he deem you adequately prepared for him to situate himself between your legs and ease himself inside of you. his lips never leave yours as his hips roll against yours, swallowing your sounds like a man dying of thirst. he doesn’t fuck you— he makes love to you, whispering how much he loves you while you drown in bliss beneath him.

#♡⃕ tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #shuji hanma x reader #hanma x reader #kisaki x reader #hajime kokonoi x reader #kokonoi x reader #seishi inui x reader #izana x reader #kakucho x reader #hakkai x reader #hanma smut #kisaki smut #kokonoi smut #inui smut #izana smut #kakucho smut #hakkai smut

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𐚁֙࿐ secret affair?! toji fushiguro ︱ your dad hired a bodyguard to keep you safe, that only lead to you having a secret affair with him...

𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 ... mdni, secret affair, rough sex, petnames, teasing, backshots, withdrawal method, multiple spanks, dacryphilia, lmk if i missed any !

"ya daddy told me to keep you safe." a tall, bulky man stood in front of you with a shit eating grin crossing his lips.

what?

you weren't a kid anymore, why would you need one at this age? maybe your daddy would've done that earlier in your life, but who knows what he was thinking now.

"paid a pretty penny just for me to be here." he leaned down to you from his tall height, and his voice was deep and husky. you didn't say anything but cross your arms in disappointment by your father's decision, shooking your head in disapproval.

now you have someone sticking into you like glue in and out of the house, having to deal with his presence when he's waiting outside of the bathroom door while you do your business. always being near you during any type of situations really irritated you at first, but now you grew out of it. since you two slowly started developing a secret affair...

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"i wonder what your daddy will say if he saw us doin' this..." a deep, sultry voice filled in your ears, he's completely breathless right now. holding you tightly by the hips and ramming roughly into your insides, your back arched prettily as your face was stuffed in the plush pillows of your bed, tears streaming down your soaked, flushed cheeks as a muffled hiccup escaped that slutty mouth of yours.

"gettin' to see that his lil princess is a slut for her bodyguard... wouldn't that be a scandal?" he huffed out, rolling his hips against yours as his cock took shape deep into your tight, wet pussy.

you whined in response, your nails clawing deep onto the pillows as your body shakes by each hip thrust that he makes. sniffles filled in his ears and he was in awe, a cheeky smile curling up his lips when he leaned close to your ear again.

"you cryin' ?" he asked teasingly, making you let out a soft groan,"s-shut up... just move already, toji... m' so sensitive right now.." you mumbled against the pillow before feeling a big hand harshly slap your plump ass, letting out a squirm.

"lemme just enjoy the view right now, then i'll fuck this pussy reaal good princess.." he cooed, giving your ass a good squeeze,"such a fuckin' slut... who knew we'll end up like this? you were ready f'me as soon as i came into your house, weren't you?" he asked, rolling his hips again as a warm up before giving you a deep thrust, making you let out a pornographic moan.

"not gonna answer aren't ya?" he chuckled before fully positioning himself, feeling thick and long fingers wrap around the back of your small neck and giving it a light squeeze,"seems like i have to fuck ya to give me an answer.." he spoke before giving you a thrust, your ass jiggling by each thrust and your thighs trembling while your pussy manages to handle every inch of his thick and long cock.

feeling every vein of his cock pulse inside your gummy walls, his fat tip kissing your cervix with each thrust and hip roll. muffled moans filling in the air of your bedroom as grunts and groans mixed in with your slutty noises,"t-tojii! too big... mmgh- can't take it much moree!" you whined, his hand keeping your head pinned down to the pillows.

"you can take it princess, show me how much of a good slut you are yeah?" he pumped his cock in and out of your hole, his other hand holding onto your hip as his nails dig into your sensitive skin. you were so wet, his cock sometimes slipped out of your pussy by itself, which made you embarrassed by it but toji didn't seem to care, although he did comment on it.

"hopefully this dick won't slip out of that wet pussy hm?" he grunted, ramming harder and harder into your abused hole, once he said that it turned you on a bit. causing your gummy walls to clench around him, a groan escaping his mouth as he threw his head back.

"mm fuck- you're turned on huh? huh babygirl?" he gave your ass another harsh slap, his dick hitting just the right spot in your pussy, your moans growing more vocal and louder by the second he starts hitting that g-spot. your walls clenched around him more, juices spilling out of that pussy which coated his shaft with your slippery juice.

"right there! ohh- shit... so fuckin' good toji! mm!" your words were muffled against the pillows, but toji could hear them clearly and perfectly,"you fuckin' like this slut? shit- i already know the answer to that..."

tears spilled out of your eyes, soaking the pillowcases and your cheeks. biting harshly against the pillows while you take that cock like his good girl. his thrusts got more inconsistent and sloppy, feeling to the edge of his and your orgasm.

"shit babygirl, m'gonna cum..!" he groaned as you let out a whine, he continued thrusting into you while you squealed out,"toji! m'gonna cum too! please... lemme cum in your cock!" you pleaded, your eyebrows furrowing in this overwhelming amount of pleasure.

"only that you used your manners, i'll let you cum on my cock princess." his lips parting into a smile, before feeling his cock being coaxed by your warm and slippery liquid. you let out a vocal moan as you creamed on his cock before toji immediately pulls himself out of your glory hole.

"gonna cum on that back aight?" his voice was raspy and breathless, you nodded in response as you still clawed your nails against the pillows while you waited for him to cum on your back. he stroked his cock a few good times, your slippery juices being used as a lubricant when he finally threw his head back and spilled out his sperm on your back.

"give my kid's a piggyback ride won't ya?" he said in a joking manner as his cum dripped down your back, making you let out an annoyed sigh. he watched as your body went fully limp and weak, your grip on the pillow slowly loosened as his grip on your neck loosened aswell, his cock dangling on your ass as he enjoyed the view of you being a hot mess.

"one day, i'll cum on that pretty pussy." he leaned into your ear, that sultry tone still present in his voice,"mm... not even a chance" you rested your eyes for a moment, letting the previous scenario slowly sink in into your memories. including with the other rounds and times you guys have done.

"oh just you wait princess..."

a/n: reblogs are much appreciated! 🙏🏻🩷

© 2023. do not plagiarize, translate, or steal my work. all credit goes to me.

#toji x reader #toji smut

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“Attention”

boyfriend!Harry x you

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: unprotected sex, sir kink, mutual masturbation and squirting

Plot: Your boyfriend, Harry, is CEO for a big company, and you’ve been feeling neglected lately. Being bored at home alone causes you to think of the perfect idea to capture his attention.

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You wandered across the hardwood floors of your boyfriend’s house. House was putting it lightly. Your boyfriend practically owned a mansion. But regardless of him owning a mansion, it didn’t make up for the neglect you had been feeling for almost the past two weeks.

Harry had been your boyfriend for a little over three years now, and you made the decision to move in with him almost a year ago. Your relationship was honestly nothing short of perfect. A year into your relationship you were able to quit your job as he wanted to support you fully, and things only got better once you moved in. He doted on you, and gave you everything that you could possibly want.

At first you felt bad, telling him that he was doing too much, and that you were more than happy just being with him. Harry didn’t like that answer. He wanted you to know how much he loved you. Whether that was in public, in the bedroom, or contained in your shopping bags - Harry wanted you to know.

Your boyfriend was a busy man. You knew this from the start of your relationship, but you felt more lonely recently. It wasn’t like the two of you to go without sex for so long. It was a Friday, and this coming Sunday, it will have been two weeks since the two of you have been intimate.

Now that you think of it, this may be the longest you’ve gone since the first time you gave yourselves over to each other.

As you made your way back into your bedroom, you sat on the foot of your bed. Your eyes slipped shut, as you reminisced about the last time he had his way with you - despite an interruption.

Harry’s large hand was around your throat as his chest was pressed against your back. Both of you were on your side, still a bit hazy due to the early morning, but even on the weekends Harry’s body woke him up at dawn. His prick was thrusting in and out of your barely awakened cunt as you mewled and moaned into the open air of your bedroom. Despite being groggy, you could hear the sound of your arousal bouncing off the walls.

“My good fucking girl,” Harry growled lowly in your ear, his voice still rough from sleep. “Taking me so well - every inch.”

Your hand reached behind to grasp at his hip, and you could feel your fingertips denting into his skin. This was one of your favorite positions. It was so easy, and slightly lazy, but it just always felt right. 

He dropped his hand from your throat, and he coasted it down your chest to knead one of your breasts as he continued to consume you.

“Are you, angel? Are you my good girl?”

You gasped as he tugged at your nipple, causing you to drop your head back against his shoulder as he continued his pleasurable taking of your drenched pussy.

“Yes,” you huffed. “Your good girl. Only yours.”

Your hazy eyes watched as Harry smirked, and he dragged his hand back up to cup the underside of your chin. His lips met yours in a sloppy, and tortuous kiss before the shrill of his phone cut through your lust.

“Ignore it, please,” you begged, your other hand coming up to wrap around his wrist, but his free hand was already reaching behind him to locate the inconvenient device on his nightstand. You rolled your eyes when you heard him answer it, and as much as you knew he tried not to, his hips stilled.

“What?” Harry snapped into the phone, still caressing over your ribs and your side. “I’m busy.”

You could hear a muffled voice on the other side, and you rolled your eyes again. Your hand around his wrist gripped a bit harder to pull his hand off your chin - maneuvering your way through the silk sheets away from him. It caused him to slip out of you, and you could tell he tried to suppress a groan from the sensation.

You didn’t get very far until you felt Harry’s arm around your waist, pulling you right back to where you were. As much as you tried to fight against his grasp, you knew you were useless. You weren’t fighting the sex because you didn’t want it, you were fighting it because you were annoyed.

His fingertips prodded against your soaked entrance for a moment before you felt his arousal-ridden tip enter you again. Harry was so slick with your want, and as much as you wanted to resist, the fact he still wanted you while taking a business call had your head reeling.

“What do you mean he hasn’t counter offered?” Harry’s thrusts delved further into you as your fingers grasped to the pillowcase under your head.

His large hand trailed down your leg until he threw it over his hip, and you let out the loudest moan of the morning when you felt him so deep.

“Well, if he doesn’t want to meet our demands, then find someone else to go through with it,” Harry strained as he continued to satiate your needs. “But I can’t draw this out too much longer. Not right now.”

Whimpering, you reached around to grasp at his torso, fingernails digging into his skin. You needed him, every bit of him, and you knew he was trying to give it to you. 

Harry hissed at the sting from your nails, but he didn’t care - he liked a little bit of pain. “Figure it the fuck out. I’ll be at the office within the hour.”

His phone was thrown onto the floor, and his arms enveloped you. Letting out a huff of surprise, your back met his chest even further, and his cock continued to ease your every ache.

“Y-you answered your phone,” you whined, hands gripping to his forearms. “While you were inside me.”

Harry scoffed, shaking his head. “And?”

You frowned, your body jolting with each of his thrusts. “They knew what was happening, H.”

“So what if they did? ‘S their fault anyway - bothering me on my day off,” his lips sponged against your neck before you felt him nipping at the hinge of your jaw. “Now c’mon, angel. Need you to get my cock all wet.”

Just the thought of him stretching you out had your thighs pressing together, and you opened your eyes to look at your phone on the nightstand. You grabbed it and quickly clicked on his name to call him, and you put the device up to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, H,” you said softly as you fiddled with a stray string on your comforter.

“Is everything alright, angel? You usually never call like this.”

It was true. You didn’t call during his work days because you didn’t know if you’d be disrupting something important, and you didn’t want to bother him.

“No, nothing’s wrong. I just…I’m feeling a little-”

“Richard, no, that’s not the number we agreed to,” Harry cut you off, and that’s when you could hear other voices in the background. “No, you tell him it’s either that or nothing at all.”

You go quiet as you hear a bit more back and forth before Harry is clearing his throat.

“Sorry about that, baby. What were you saying?”

Sighing, you shook your head as you pinched the bridge of your nose between your thumb and index finger. “Nothing, it’s nothing. Do you know when you’ll be home this evening? I’d like to know when to start getting dinner ready.”

“I don’t know right now, I’m sorry. We’re getting really close to sealing this deal, and I don’t want to lose it. I may have to stay pretty late today to make sure it gets done.”

You dropped your hand into your lap as you felt tears welling in your eyes. They were tears of sadness, and frustration. You missed your boyfriend, and even though he’s been home after work in the evenings, you felt as if you hadn’t seen him at all these last few days.

Once he comes in from work, he sits at the table with his already made dinner that you worked so hard on, and silence blankets the table. You don’t ask how work is because when he’s quiet like that you know it’s either not good, or he’s extremely stressed. He won’t ask how your day has been, or what you got up to to entertain yourself.

As you wash the dishes, he’s already up in your en-suite - taking a shower before hauling himself away inside his home office. You're left to bathe alone and you tuck yourself into bed. Alone. It’s not until the wee hours of the morning that you’ll feel him get into bed beside you, but he doesn’t hold you. It all feels so empty.

“Okay,” you responded, shaking your head. “I’ll just put your plate in the fridge for whenever you get home. I’ll let you get back to work.”

“You sound upset,” Harry said, and although you could hear the concern in his voice, it still didn’t make you feel any better.

“Maybe I am,” you laughed. “I feel like I haven’t seen you lately.”

“Are you serious? You see me every day at home. We have dinner together every night. We sleep in the same bed. What do you mean you don’t see me?” His tone now had a bit of annoyance to it, and that set you off.

“Just because you’re here, Harry, doesn’t mean you’re actually here. Mentally you’re still at work, and focused on whatever deal you’re making at the time. I’m left to entertain myself all day, and now I’m stuck doing it at night too. It never used to be this way.”

“Do you understand that if I don’t take care of these deals then we won’t have a roof over our heads? That we won’t have food on our table, and that you won’t be able to go out and just buy whatever you want? This is my job, Y/N. You knew who I was when you started dating me. I’m a busy man.”

“God, you’re not even listening,” you groaned, tears now streaming down your cheeks. “We’ll talk later. Whenever you get home, I guess.”

You could still hear him speaking as you ended the call, and you dropped your phone onto the bed. Pressing the heels of your palms against your eyes, you sucked in a deep breath and tried to calm yourself as best as possible.

It hurt that he didn’t see the point that you were trying to get across to him. Instead you were met with aggression, and misunderstanding. 

Once you gathered yourself, you stood up from the bed and began to walk into your en-suite, but you stopped as your eyes lingered on the drawer of your nightstand. The drawer housed every toy that you and Harry owned, and regardless of being upset, you were still extremely frustrated sexually.

Then the lightbulb went off in your head.

You knew just how to get your boyfriend’s attention.

Making your way into the en-suite, you bring out your curling iron, and you style some soft waves in your hair. You apply a little bit of mascara to your lashes, just enough to give them some volume before you head into your closet.

You pulled out a lingerie set, one that you knew was Harry’s favorite, and you paired it with some sheer white knee high stockings. Tying a white silk robe around your body, you opened your nightstand drawer, and you grabbed your medium-sized pink vibrator.

Harry had several cameras in the house, and you knew that they went off when motion was detected. Most of the time he’d look at the notification on his phone, check the footage to make sure it was you, and that everything was okay before he’d move along. But today, you knew just how to get him to stay focused on one particular camera.

With your phone in one hand, and your vibrator in the other, you made your way into his home office. You never come in here when he isn’t home, so you knew the notification that motion was coming from this room would intrigue him immediately.

You’d be getting his attention. You knew he would call you.

You kept your eyes on the camera as you made your way around his desk, pushing his computer chair to the side so that it didn’t block the view of you once you perched yourself up onto the desk. Tilting your head to the side, you placed both your vibrator and your phone down before leaning back against the wooden surface - palms down on the top of it.

You pushed yourself up to where you were now sitting right in the middle on the top of his desk, and you brought your fingers down to play with the tie of your robe before undoing it. You let it fall off your shoulders slowly, and then you threw it off to the side.

Biting down on your bottom lip, you ghosted your hands over the swells of your breasts that spilled so deliciously over the cups of your lingerie. As you started down towards your core, you heard Harry’s ringtone cutting through the silence, and you smirked as you looked back up to the camera.

You blindly reached down and accepted the call - putting it on speaker.

“Hel-”

“What do you think you’re doing, Y/N?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You asked as you batted your eyelashes up at the lens, pursing your lips into a pout. “I’m just trying to take care of myself - find something to entertain me while you’re busy providing for us.”

You heard him scoff on the other line, and you trailed the tip of your finger over the vibrator that was still laying next to your thigh.

“I figured that if I did it in here, it would be like I was closer to you since this is where you’ve been spending all your time at home lately. Still smells like you from last night.”

Maybe you were being a little mean, but you didn’t care at this point. You wanted him to know you were upset, and just how much this was hurting you.

“Y/N,” you could hear the restraint in his voice. He didn’t want to give into you, but you knew you’d have him cracking in no time.

“Yes, sir?”

“You're being a little brat.”

“Am I?” You tilted your head to the side as you picked the vibrator up, trailing the tip of it over the top of your thigh. “I thought you’d be happy that I found something to do to occupy my time since you’re too busy for me.”

You heard Harry saying some names through the phone, and you could tell he was letting people he’d be busy for a moment. He told them not to disturb him for a bit, and he’d let them know when he was available again. You knew he was probably speaking to his assistant that sat right outside his office door.

It wasn’t until you heard the sound of the door shutting, and the click of him locking it, that you felt anticipation swirling in your lower abdomen.

“Interrupting me during my work? I’d say that’s brat behavior.”

“Well, it seems like you don’t mind the interruption too much since you’re still watching me. And you’re still on the phone with me, aren’t you?”

Clicking the button on the bottom of the toy, you feel the vibrations flow through your thigh before you slide it over to rest on the top of your mound.

Harry remained silent, but you heard the unbuckling of his belt, and the noise of his zipper being pulled down.

“Touching yourself at work, hm?” You taunted, and you gasped out as you pressed the tip of the vibrator to your covered clit.

“What else do you expect me to do? Just sit here and watch you get off?”

Humming, you tilted your head to the side. “Honestly, that would seem fair to me. It might be nice to have you feel a little neglected for once. Then you’d know what I’ve felt like for almost two weeks.”

“Two weeks…fuck,” you could tell that Harry was actually surprised to realize the span of time. “Has it really been that long, angel?”

“Mhmm,” you started to move the toy in slow circles, your toes curling in your stockings. “Been lonely, sir.”

“Shit, I’m ‘s sorry, baby. I didn’t think it had been that long. Can’t believe I’ve left you needy. You know I don’t like doing that to you.”

You hadn’t realized your eyes slipped shut, so you fluttered them open - looking back to the camera. Parting your lips, you let out a lewd moan as you applied more pressure against your needy pearl, and you arched your back so your pretty cleavage was pushed out for him to see.

“Looking so beautiful, sweetheart. ‘Y wear that set just for me?”

You nodded as you fought to keep your eyes open. “I know it’s your favorite,” you breathed as you rested your cheek against your shoulder. “How are you touching yourself?”

“Just palming myself over my briefs right now - squeezing myself a little. Teasing myself for you,” Harry panted, and you clenched down around nothing at the vision his words brought you.

“Good.”

You pulled the underwear part of your lingerie to the side, lifting the vibrator up the slightest bit just to put it right back down against your throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Tell me how wet you are,” Harry huffed into the phone, and you moved your free hand down to circle your entrance - being met immediately with your arousal.

“So wet, sir. Already dripping,” you told him before slipping a finger inside as you upped the vibrations on your toy.

Your hips bucked up against your palm and the vibrator, and soon you heard the sound of Harry spitting through the phone.

You knew he was spitting into his hand, and it caused a shudder to run up your spine.

“Did you pull yourself out?”

“Yeah, I had to. I’m rock fucking hard, angel. It was starting to hurt,” Harry spoke into the phone, and you started to hear the sounds of his wet hand sliding over his shaft. 

“How does it feel?” You dipped another finger inside, beginning to curl them to graze your g spot as you felt the familiar burning in your lower abdomen - your thighs attempting to pull themselves together as you neared your orgasm.

“Feels good, but not as good as you. Wish it was your tight little cunt squeezing me - not my hand.”

You moaned at his words, and his shallow breaths mixed with the noise of your toy, and your fingers, filled the room. “And I wish it was you inside me, and not my fingers. It feels good, but it’s not enough.”

“Slip another finger in for me, Y/N. Make it three. I know you won’t be as full as if you were full of me, but it’ll get you there.”

You knew this information yourself, but you liked him coaching you through it. There was something so insanely sexy about this whole thing, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this would become a new norm for the two of you.

Gliding another finger into your slick entrance, you really started to feel your orgasm creeping in, and you applied more pressure to your swollen bud.

“Cut that lingerie, baby. I want to see properly.”

“But…but this is your favorite-”

“Y/N, cut it. I’ll buy you another. There’s scissors on my desk.”

You whimpered as you slid your fingers out of yourself so that you could reach behind and grab the scissors. Once they were in your hand, you carefully separated the blades over the underwear and snipped it - having it fall completely open.

Immediately, you plunged your three fingers back inside, and you began to pulse them in and out at a harder rate now that you had more room to work with.

“I can hear how drenched you are through the phone. That’s so fucking sexy, and you look so fucked right now. Never gonna have you go without again, you hear me?”

Whining, you nodded your head in response to his words. “Please don’t, Harry. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, baby. When I get home, I’m going to give it to you so nice, and deep. I’m gonna make you feel how sorry I am. I’m gonna let you know that this won’t ever happen again,” Harry grunted, and you could hear that he had picked up the pace of him fucking his prick into his fist.

Knowing your next move would send you over the edge, you pressed the pad of your thumb against the button of the toy one more time so that it was on the highest intensity, and as much as you wanted to close your legs down around your hand, you forced them open more.

“I’m about to come, sir,” you moaned, curling your fingers to rub the tips of them over your spongy spot over and over. “It’s…oh, it’s going to be a lot.”

“Come for me, angel. Let me see it. Let me hear you.”

As your orgasm began to wash over you, you pulled the vibrator away from your clit as your climax sprayed across the inside of your thighs, and across the top of Harry’s desk. You continued to grind your ass against the wood to meet the aggressive thrusts of your hand, keeping your orgasm going as more and more liquid left you.

“Oh my fuck,” Harry gasped into the phone, and it quickly turned into a moan. “Got me coming all over my hand - all over my stomach. Holy shit.”

You felt yourself clench down around your fingers harder when the noises of Harry spreading his come over his length filled your ears, and you let out one final gush of your own orgasm before you began to slow down.

Your chest heaved up and down, and you whimpered as you removed your fingers.

“Clean them up.”

With your hand still trembling from the aftermath of your climax, you held out your tongue as you wiped your fingers over the pad of it before sealing your lips down around them. Harry hummed as your eyes fluttered shut, and you felt yourself starting to come back down to earth.

“My good girl,” Harry cooed, and you opened your eyes again to send him a dazed smile through the camera. “My gorgeous angel. How are you feeling?”

“Good,” you sighed as you lazily nodded your head. “Really good.”

“I’m so glad ‘m love. I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to what you were trying to tell me earlier, and I want to talk about it more when I get home, okay? I don’t want to let this happen again.”

“Okay, H. Thank you for hearing me.”

“I’m sorry for not doing it sooner. I’ll see you shortly. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“And angel?”

“Yes, Harry?”

“Go ahead and plan on being on all fours on the bed when you hear me come in the front door. We’re starting as soon as I get home.”

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✿ ✿ 〞voicemails with chan after an argument

✰ genre : angst, romance and fluff in between

✰ pairings : bf!chan x fem!reader

✰ word count : 0.8k+ words

CHAN | minho | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

one 𖨂

hey, my beautiful girl. how are you? it’s not the same without you by my side. the house looks wrecked and so am i. i am so so sorry baby for snapping at you last night. i. . . didn’t mean it. i swear. it all happened because of me and my work, and i do accept that. just come back please? i know you’re at your friend’s house but i won’t force you. ever. i just hope we can talk this out thoroughly. please? i love you very much. always know that, yeah? and i’m only a call away if you need me. good night.

two 𖨂

so i didn’t receive an answer back. does that mean you’re going to stay there for a while? alright, i respect your decisions. i always do. you know that right? anyway, today sucked. i kind of twisted my ankle while practising and i tripped over a charger and hurt my chin. it sounds painful but it was even more painful when you don’t reply to my messages, or to my calls and even my voicemails. i fucked up and i know that very well. i may sound selfish but i want you with me. i need you when i wake up and when i sleep. i want to see your face when you smile at me. how long has it been since i last saw you? over 2 weeks i suppose? if you’re listening to my voicemails, let’s meet tomorrow at our usual spot. at 3 i’ll be there. i’ll wait for you even if it takes forever.

three 𖨂

you eventually did show up. to be honest, i was surprised. i didn’t expect you to show up. but i’m glad you did. but i’m not very glad that you almost didn’t speak any other words except for ‘i need time’ and ‘alright’. it was pretty sad. then i realised how bad i must’ve hurt you for you to act this way. and i’ll say sorry a million times if you want me to. i regret ever letting you walk away like that. if only i had tried harder in our relationship we wouldn’t be at this stage where we’re unaware whether we’re together or not. i regret not understanding you earlier and spending my days at the company, rather than with you. i even started taking time out to come home early, at 8. just like you wanted. i even began sleeping on time, but i can’t help myself to fall asleep that easily without thinking how lonely you used to feel when i wasn’t here to hold you or to even talk to you. i regret everything, baby. i really do. i hope you’re happy, not skipping your meals and sleeping for good hours.

four 𖨂

i noticed something fall out of your wardrobe, and even though i respect your privacy, i couldn’t help myself. it was a letter. a letter presumably you wanted to give me, but you couldn’t. and it would be a lie if said i didn’t sit on the floor crying as i read the letter over and over till i had it memorised. you always wanted to write me letters didn’t you? what more do you have up your sleeve? how long are you going to keep impressing me and making my heart flutter like that? you might think i’m being a little too extra today, but it’s true! you can’t just go away after making me fall that deep for you. it’s been three weeks now. how long am i going to be punished? just answer me once. please.

five 𖨂

when i tell you i almost fell off the couch, you won’t believe me. but i almost didn’t believe my eyes when i saw your voicemail. why would you ever be sorry baby? you have all the right to be angry at me. i deserve it. but don’t think you did anything wrong. you just did what you thought was right. and sometimes, it’s better that way you know? like if you wouldn’t have gone away i would just return to my schedule again. i wouldn’t have realised where i was wrong. so don’t blame yourself, okay? as i said before, i’ll wait.

six 𖨂

so this is gonna be the end of all the angsty voicemails as you just called me saying you’ll be coming home tonight. i’ll prepare a welcome dinner for you along with some kisses if you would like. and hugs too perhaps? i am just on my way to clean the house and myself too. since i didn’t shower today, so i’ll see you in about 8 hours. i’m very happy that you’re coming back babe. i love you so much. and i, thank you, for giving me a second chance. i’ll be waiting for you, my love.

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[alotofpockets]

The one that got away | Leah Williamson

Pairing: Leah Williamson x Arsenal!Reader

Summary: Many years ago the timing wasn't right for you and Leah, will the timing be righ this time around?

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 2.2k

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After playing for Barca for years, you get an offer to play for Arsenal. Your management wasn't sure if you would like the deal, since you played for Chelsea before you moved to Spain, and also having clearly stated that you didn't not want to play in the wsl for the time being. You had always loved Arsenal, supporting the club while growing up even. Your management asked if you would be open to play in the wsl again, since it was a really good deal. You asked them if you could take the day to think about it, which they granted.

Moving away from the wsl had been a tough choice at eighteen, but it had been what you needed mentally. You had just gotten out of a relationship, and since your ex played in the wsl too you were constantly surrounded by her, which wasn't good for you. You didn't just have to make up your mind about joining the wsl again, but also joining the club that she still played for. You decided that the opportunity was too good to let it pass by. It had been eight years, and you had moved on. So, you call up your manager to let her know your decision.

The next week the announcements were made, and you tried to stay off social media as much as you could. Usually football fans had big opinions on transfers, and you didn't want to deal with all the comments before the move.

Your teammates at Barca were sad to see you go, but knew that it was a great opportunity for you. Plus being closer to home was something all your international teammates understood well. “I'm going to miss you all so much.” You told the group with tears in your eyes, as they were all seeing you off at the airport. You gave them all a quick hug, knowing that if you stayed longer, leaving would be even harder. As you were walking off Ona yelled, “Don't be a stranger!” after you. You smile and blow a kiss in their direction.

That same afternoon you had your contract signing at Arsenal, along with a staff member showing you around the training grounds of London Colney. The team wasn't there today, as they had an away match, so you would meet them later. Today was focused on signing, doing interviews, and a photoshoot of you in all the kits. 

You had a few days to settle in before you would have your first training session with Arsenal, where you would meet the team. You spend a day visiting your family, and the rest of the days to get yourself situated in your new place. 

When your first official day at Arsenal arrived, you were nervous. It had been a while since you had joined a new club, and needed to meet a bunch of new people at the same time. Jonas had everyone meet in the conference room, where he introduced you to the team. The moment your eyes landed on Leah, all the feelings you thought you had put behind you came flying back. You quickly shake it off, and introduce yourself to the team before everyone heads down to the field. 

You tried avoiding Leah the rest of practice, hoping to be able to keep the feelings that came flying back to the back of your mind. Wanting to focus on your first training session. Once you’re done with practice you find yourself in the locker room sitting next to Beth, and start talking with her and Viv. At first the conversation was about the dynamic within the team which you were very interested to get to know but you could feel that Beth was way more interested in getting to know you. “So, where are you from originally?” The girl smiled like a giddy kid, finally being allowed to change the topic to you. “Milton Keynes.” Beth was immediately intrigued, “Wait, Milton Keynes, do you know Leah already then by any chance?” You move your eyes up to Leah, for the first time since that morning, and find her looking at you already. “You could say that, yeah.” Before Beth could ask another question, a staff member asks if you can come with her. 

When most of the girls have left the locker room, Beth turns to Leah. “What did y/n mean by ‘you could say that’?” Leah knew Beth was going to ask about it. “She’s the one that got away, Beth.” Back when the two were still in the England youth team Leah had confided in Beth.

-- 2015 --

Beth walked into her shared hotel room with Leah, only to find the girl quickly wiping away her tears. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Beth was by her side instantly. “I was dating someone, and we broke up before I left for camp.” Leah says between sobs. “Oh, sweetheart, come here.” Beth pulled Leah into a hug, and let the younger girl cry into her chest. 

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Leah knew she had to confide in Beth, not for Beth, but for herself. She hadn’t told a single soul about what happened, since no one knew of the relationship, but going through this heartbreak on her own wasn’t going to do her any good. Beth seemed like the right person, as Leah knew that she was into girls as well, and was therefore the teammate that would most likely understand her situation the best. “We had been dating for almost a year, but hiding our relationship was slowly breaking us. So, we decided that it was best for us both to end it.” 

“May I ask why you didn’t want the relationship to be public?” Leah nods, to give herself a moment before she would come out to her friend. “Well, for starters, neither one of us is out. We both just started our professional club careers, and both felt like coming out and sharing our relationship to the world would overshadow our talents in football.” Leah lifted up her eyes to meet Beth’s nervously. Beth simply smiles and brings her back in for a hug. “So, you still love her?” Leah smiles sadly, “Yeah, I don’t think I will ever not love her.”

-- 2018 --

Leah’s career had skyrocketed, and over the years she had come out to friends and family. She never explicitly told the media, but she was aware that fans knew, and that was enough for her. She was of the opinion that coming out shouldn’t be such a big deal, that people could love who they loved. She had had a couple of short term girlfriends over the years, who she had posted about, hence the fans knowing. 

She had never told anyone besides Beth about you, and even Beth didn’t know who it was that she was talking about. Though, every once in a while Leah would bring up ‘the girl that got away’, and Beth would know who Leah was referring to.

-- present --

“She’s the one that got away, and now she’s here.” Beth knew instantly what Leah was talking about, while Viv looked confused. “Can I?” Beth nodded over to her girlfriend, “Yeah, go ahead.” She turned to Viv, “So, I didn’t know it was y/n until now, but Leah and y/n dated a long time ago, but eventually broke up because they were keeping their relationship hidden, since neither one of them were out, and it was hurting them to keep it a secret. Let’s call it the right person, wrong time situation.” Viv nodded along. “And now that you're both here, out, and single, do you still think she’s the right person?” Viv questioned. “She’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I never stopped loving her, but it’s been eight years, so I’m sure she has moved on.” You walked into the locker room just as Leah spoke those words. The room went silent when the three of them noticed you. Beth and Viv quickly packed their things, so the two of you could have the room to yourselves. Once they leave the room, you finally find your voice. “I thought I had moved on, but the moment I saw you this morning, it turned out that I had just boxed the feelings up and pushed them to the back of my mind, because when I laid my eyes on you they all came flooding back.” Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, at the confession you had just made. You had sat in silence for a moment until Leah spoke up, “Do you maybe want to give us another chance?” You nod slowly, “I would really like that.” 

It had been two weeks since that conversation. The weeks had been filled with training, and matches, so there hadn’t been a lot of time to go out and do things together. You spend a lot of evenings together, you would talk for hours, or cuddle on the couch while watching a movie. Leah loved all the moments the two of you had together. She was overjoyed that the two of you met again after all these years, and that the feelings you had for each other all of those years ago, were still just as present as they were back then. 

You would have the weekend off, and Leah planned on doing something special. So, when you woke up on Saturday morning to the smell of breakfast coming from your kitchen, you happily made your way towards the smell. Leah was standing behind the stove with her back towards yours, wearing one of your sweaters. You snake your arms around her waist, and place a kiss on her shoulder. “Good morning baby, to what do I owe this wonderful breakfast?” Leah leans into your touch, “I want this weekend to be special, since it will be the first time we get to go out and do something as a couple.” 

The two of you had talked about it, and had come to the conclusion that you weren’t going to hide your relationship this time around. You had told your teammates and family already, and media wise, you decided to just post whatever you wanted.

After breakfast, Leah took you mini golfing. It was a lot of fun, but to say you had skill for the game was far-fetched, you were terrible. When you hit the ball so hard that it bounced off of a rock, and came flying back at you. You narrowly escape the ball hitting you in the face, and start laughing at just how bad you were at mini golfing. 

Leah was watching you with a big smile on her face, she loved your laugh. She also loved how carefree you were. The latter was a stark difference to back in the day, back then the two of you would hide away who you really were, scared for the world to find out. Now, you were comfortable with who you were, and it showed in your confidence. 

You walked back over to Leah after grabbing your escaped ball, and pecked her on the lips, “How about you give it a try?” It was the first kiss you had shared in public, which was a big deal given your past. The way you had done it without even giving it a second thought warmed her heart.

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Leah’s special day didn’t end there. When you were still asleep, she had made a basket and a cooler full of snacks, and packed it in the back of her car. She was taking you on a picnic for lunch. When you arrived at a local park, Leah opened the trunk, revealing the surprise, “A picnic?” You said enthusiastically, you loved how much thought and preparation Leah had put into this date. 

The two of you settled next to the pond, and Leah started arranging the food that she packed. You laughed when she opened the cooler, “Still big on ham sandwiches, I see.” It was nice to see that even though you hadn’t known each other for the past few years, some things would never change. 

It was the perfect day in Leah’s eyes, she loved being with you, and was enamoured by your smile, and the way your face lit up when you were talking about something you loved. She realised that you had only been together for two weeks, but since it felt like you had never not known each other, she knew that she wanted to tell you the three words that she has always connected to you. 

You were laying with your head in Leah’s lap, looking at the way the trees were moving from the wind, and the clouds that passed over, when you felt Leah staring at you. “You’re staring.” You commented, when you connected your eyes with hers. Her eyes were filled with nothing but love, and it made you blush. “I love you.” She said softly. “I love you too, Lee.” You both smile wide, and Leah leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. 

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[astrolynnworld]

overstimulation

pairing: dom!chris x reader

summary: chris comes home and catches the reader using her vibrator so he takes over

warnings: smut, sneaky, overstimulation, language, fingering, soft degrading, use pet names, no sex, no oral, maybe a little cnc?

a/n- i’ve been on a roll lately

word count: 826

lately, my sex drive has been such an inconvenience for me.

i get horny all the time, and absolutely anywhere. one clueless sexual gesture and there goes my mind.

even after i cum i still feel the urge to keep going, i don’t feel absolutely fulfilled.

and chris isn’t even here to lend me a hand this morning since he had a doctors appointment.

he should be back soon but i’m not sure if i’d want to wait for who knows how long.

i open the beside table and fish out my magic wand

i haven’t used it in a while so i was at little hesitant at first.

regardless, i take off my underwear, turn it on and place her on my clit

it took a few seconds to get used to the vibration but nonetheless i start circling the wand against my clit

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chris’ pov:

i open the front door and place the food down on the table

after my appointment i decided to surprise y/n with breakfast since she probably had just woke up and was most likely hungry

i take off my coat and place it in the closet by the front door.

i head to our bedroom when i start hearing light moaning sounds trailing out from the room

i slightly open the room door and watch the scene that unfolds under my eyes

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y/n’s pov:

with my eyes shut tight i start using my hips to thrust closer into my vibrator

i continue to circle the wand on my clit while my juices drip clean out of my hole, making a mess on the bed.

i try to continue my moans from escaping my lips but the slight sounds still free themselves every now and then.

i continue to thrust up harder into my vibrator as the sensation starts to wash over me

i shut my legs tight, squeezing the orgasm to its fullest as i let it all out.

i soon relax back onto the bed and open my eyes to shut off the wand.

“CHRIS?” i startle as i sit up

he fully walks into the room and hovers over the bed now.

i grab the blanket to cover myself, “how much of that did you see..”

“more than half of it.” he replies in a stern tone

“tsk tsk tsk. you couldn’t wait for me baby? i step out to check my health and you’re home in bed being a slut?” he shames

“i wa- i didnt-“ i start

he cuts me off by grabbing my cheeks, “shhh. you did something wrong baby. admit that”

i nod my head, “i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay baby..”

“but you’re still gonna be punished for your actions” he says

“but chris i-“ i start again

“no no no baby. you saw i wasn’t home and you came by yourself without my permission.”

i stay quiet

“do good girls cum without permission?” he asks

“no..” i reply

“so then what do bad girl get?” he asks again

“punished..”

“good job baby. you’re so smart” he says as he crawls onto the bed pushing me down flat

he grabs the covers off me to reveal my naked pussy

“mmm look how wet she is.” chris states

he starts rubbing on my pussy

i wince, “chris please no! i’m too sensitive”

he gently slaps my face, “do bad girls get to make decisions?”

i stay quiet and stare up at him

“i thought so” he says as he picks up my wand and turns it back on

he places it on my clit and i shake

“ugh chris please don’t” i whine quietly

he stares at me in my eyes before placing his fingers deep in my hole

i arch back at his touch

“see baby. i know you like it. you like it cause you’re such a slut, a good little slut” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck

i bounce on his fingers a little as the stimulation from the wand sparks another intense feeling in my stomach

“fuck chris omg please don’t stop” i beg

he starts curling his fingers while thrusting them up into me.

“ugh chrisss fuck. i’m gonna cum” i whine

“cum for me baby. cum like the good girl i know you could be” he says aloud

i put my head on his shoulder and focus on the incoming orgasm that starts to push its way out

“you’re so messy baby look at that pretty pussy squirting all over my fingers” chris exclaims

i raise my head up from his shoulders and catch my breath

“fuck chris.” i look up into his eyes as he pulls his fingers out my pussy

he starts licking his fingers, “so fucking perfect”

i continue to stare up at him in a daze of fuzziness from my intense orgasms

he bends down and gives me a kiss on my forehead, “next time.. just wait for me baby”———————————————————————

a/n- thank you for reading!!

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[co-reborn]

All Over You

Tzuyu x Male Reader

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3,059 Words

A/N: Churned this out in about 2-3 weeks, hope you guys will like this simple fic

A/N2: Thank you to @capslocked for helping look through the draft and giving feedback

''God, you have no idea how much I missed you.” 

That’s all you’re greeted with when you open the door. Tzuyu hastily steps into the hotel suite and pushes you against the wall. Her prim and proper mask cracks when she meets you. No longer a simple office worker, just a needy girl aching for you that she lunges at you so desperately.

“We've got work to do, Tzuyu,” you tease, “Contracts to discuss.”

“Fuck all of that. I want you now.”

You look into her eyes. They’ve lost some of their innocence, now ruined by you from the previous time. They dart up and down, her focus alternates between yours and your lips, unsure of what she wants next. 

The decision is made for her—you grab her shoulder and swap places with her, pinning her. 

“I want you too, princess.”

You kiss Tzuyu and she reciprocates immediately. She moans into the kiss and tries to pull you closer.  Her hand reaches behind your head and the other wraps around your back. Doing the same, you hold her hips tightly against yours as well as take the opportunity to reacquaint yourself with her body, cupping her clothes breast and gently squeezing it. However, unlike the other night, you don’t have the whole day, so you blindly lead her away from the entrance and to the bedroom.

A few bumps against furniture and walls later, you make it to the bed where you take a seat and Tzuyu straddles you, still hungry for your lips. How you wish to bunch her skirt around her waist and get her to ride you there and then, but she has other plans. She breaks the kiss, dismounts your lap and steps back. 

With a coy smile, she begins to strip. First to go is her miniskirt. She unhooks the fabric and unzips it. When it drops to the floor, you’re met with her luscious thighs and her bare, glistening pussy. You find it incredulous that Tzuyu would be bold enough to not wear any panties beneath that skirt. God, how far has she fallen? 

Her fingers reach between her legs and begin to stroke across her lower lips and the first bits of pleasure start to stir within her. With her free hand, she undoes the buttons on her blouse, struggling to do with her attention now split.

“I was touching myself at home.” Tzuyu dips just the first knuckle of her finger into her pussy and hums. You take off your top, heart thumping harder and more blood pumps to your groin.

“Was thinking all about you, about that night—” Her blouse now joins her skirt on the floor and her bare breasts are exposed to the cool air, nipples already stiff with arousal. No bra either. You smirk upon realising your devilish influence on her. 

“—when you showed me how good sex can be.” 

Tzuyu pinches her nipple while inserting the rest of her finger into herself, eliciting a airy moan. You unbuckle your belt and undo the pants’ buttons. A tent is already visible and Tzuyu starts to finger herself when she catches sight of it.

“What else were you thinking about, princess?”

“I was thinking about how much I needed you again, how my fingers can’t make me feel as good, and how he can’t compare to you.”

As her sinful memory replays in her head, she inserts another finger into her pussy and continues to pleasure herself. With shaky legs, Tzuyu steps back to lean against the wall to support herself. As her fingering grows more intense and her digits press against the depths of her inner walls, her breaths become heavier. When you finally remove your pants and pull down your boxers, she gasps. She stares and admires your naked body, then glances below to your twitching cock before falling to her knees between your spread legs. 

“Fuck, I need this so much.”

Tzuyu grasps your cock and strokes it at a gentle pace. Practically drooling over your cock, she couldn’t resist planting kisses all over it, or diving lower to lick your balls, or pressing your shaft against her cheek. Tzuyu is simply breathtaking, drop dead gorgeous, an adorable girl next door, yet built with a body made for sin, and here she is, kneeling before you, perfectly indulging in it with her mouth and tongue toying with your cock and tainting her pretty face with it.

“You know, I tried initiating something with him a few days back. The high that you gave me, fuck, I needed it again. But I’m so upset. He didn’t want to fuck me. What a dumbass.” 

Tzuyu pouts and strokes you faster, causing you to groan. You reach for her head to stroke her cheeks. Disappointment washes away, her face lights up at the affirmation and her eyes glisten with pride at the good job she’s doing.

“Yeah, what an idiot. Don’t worry, princess. I would fuck you any time you want.”

Just the words she wanted to hear, Tzuyu smiles and nuzzles your cock one last time in response before she takes it a step further and wraps her lips around your swollen tip. You’re already leaking with precum from hearing her dirty confession and watching her touch herself. Her tongue laps it up as best she can but with how turned on you are, it doesn’t matter as you just leak more. However, you know you aren’t the only one leaking. She hasn’t stopped touching herself this whole time while she put on her masquerade. You’re sure her thighs are stained with her slick, a small pool even forming on the floor.

Your thumb sweeps across her face and she looks up to you. Just a nod of your head and Tzuyu knows what you want next. With constant eye contact, she holds the base of your shaft and lowers her mouth further down. Slowly, each inch of your cock enters her mouth. Her soft, muffled moans only send delightful vibrations across your length and further elevate your pleasure. You watch Tzuyu take in your whole length with little struggle, all while she tries her hardest to maintain her mask of innocence. 

Mouth full of cock, she looks so downright dirty, especially when her lips curl into a slight smile. You don’t even realise when you begin to grip the bed sheet or when you start to hold your breath. You just know how good it is to have your cock buried inside her warm mouth. You’re stroking her hair, holding her in place, even occasionally pushing her lower onto you, and she doesn’t struggle a single bit. Apart from the constant soft, wet sounds of her fingering, there’s no other sound in the room for the next while. 

After a delightfully long time buried inside Tzuyu’s mouth and throat, she lets your cock slip out. It’s now covered with a thick sheen of her saliva, the perfect lubricant for her hand to twist around you. She takes a few moments of recomposing herself before she resumes going down on you. Her lips form a perfect seal around your girth and she bobs her head up and down your length with varying speed, sometimes taking it slow and nice, other times letting your tip hit the back of her throat in quick succession. You do nothing but watch as Tzuyu gets deeply engrossed in the blowjob and shifts closer to you and the hand working on her pussy begins to slow until she abandons it to grab onto your hip to take your cock with more force. 

You relish in the pleasure she’s giving you but you’re greedy and want more. No more taking it slow. You dictate her pace, forcefully bobbing her head fast just the way you like. Your eyes are glued on her and you try your hardest not to shut them. You can’t help but exclaim, “God, you feel so fucking good. You like sucking me off? Because I fucking love it when you do.”

A quick nod, then a loud ‘pop’ when your tip is released. Tzuyu kisses your cock all over until she reaches your balls, then she gives it another deep lick from the bottom. She worships your cock as if it's an addiction, a constant craving. “I love it. I love your cock. I love your cock in me.”

Tzuyu deepthroats you one last time before shuffling backwards. She looks up to you with a lewd smile, an expression that you’ve loved since she first gave in to your sexual prowess, her eyes practically pleading and begging for you. Your cock twitches, already missing her touch again, and you’re eager to take things a step further.

“Mmm. And now, I’m so—” Tzuyu briefly wipes her saliva off with the back of her hand. “So pent up. I need you.”

“And what do you need me to do, Tzuyu?”

Hands neatly on her thighs, she waits for you to take charge. “Please. I need you to ruin me now. Please just do anything.” 

That is a given long before she stepped into the suite. You promised this meeting from last time and she agreed to it knowing the prime objective was to fuck again. Just as she wants you, you too crave to see her again. 

“What a foul mouth you have, princess.”

“Only for you. Anything for you.”

‘Anything’ is tempting. She’s surrendering herself to you. Tzuyu is all yours to take for the rest of the day, and you’re definitely going to use every part of her possible.

“Then I better punish that mouth of yours. A dirty, sexy princess like you needs to be treated right.”

With that said, you get off the bed and step out of your pants that’s still bunched at your ankles. Tzuyu tilts her head further up to your towering figure, a final “please” comes out of her mouth as a whisper and that’s the last words she’s going to utter in the next long while. You hold onto the back of her head, grab a fistful of hair and pull her closer into your crotch. Your cock aligned perfectly at her lips, you press forward. Normally, you would have asked her to open, but you want to see those plump lips forced wide, want to see Tzuyu forced to take your cock.

They part for you and in a smooth motion, you’re buried deep in her mouth once again. When you pull away, you yank her by the hair off your length. She yelps in pain but it’s quickly interrupted by you shoving your cock back in and pulling her closer. In and out you go, roughly fucking her face, just the way you like and just the way Tzuyu has come to enjoy. Her pretty face is now an utter mess with tears streaming down her cheeks and drool seeping out the sides of her mouth. 

“You were craving to be ruined all along, right princess?” 

You press her right into your crotch and rub your cock all over her cheeks to make an even bigger mess of her face. Tzuyu can do nothing but squeal, enjoying your rough treatment, a wordless affirmation to you.

“Thankfully, I’m not like him. I know how to appreciate a sinful body like yours.” 

You then slap her face with your cock while she obediently remains kneeling, unmoving, taking it while quietly moaning each time you do so. 

“Use me. Ruin me. Please, I’m begging you.” She repeats it like a mantra.

Your hold on her head grows harsher, almost pulling at her scalp, your hips thrusts harder, faster and deeper each time. Your roughness causes Tzuyu to start gagging and start to struggle. Despite that, you can tell she’s getting off from it, her muffled moans are growing more frequent, her hand creeping closer to her inner thighs and her pussy.

You want to see her fall apart so you give her your approval. “Go on princess. Touch yourself.”

Tzuyu must have been waiting for those words. Two fingers immediately dive straight into her pussy and she fucks herself as fast as you’re fucking her face. Her other hand reaches for her chest and tugs at her erect nipple. A fire is lit inside her, an urgent chase for her orgasm has begun. You have no clue how long it has been since she arrived at the suite and began to suck your cock but Tzuyu’s trembling, aching, awaiting her first release of the day and frankly, so are you. 

“I’m going to enjoy ruining you again, princess.” You sigh. “We’re going to make a mess of this suite. I’ll make you cum and squirt all over while I cover your body with cum.” You bury yourself deep inside her, cock hitting the back of her throat. You bend down and spit, “Or would you like it all inside you instead?”

“Ye. Peasee.” She tries to pull away from you. “Anything, everything for you.”

You muster all your willpower into holding on. Your eyes shut and your head tosses back, watching the stunning beauty for any longer might unexpectedly push you off the edge. However, the physical view is replaced with a mental one. You ponder the many options, the several different ways you would love to desecrate Tzuyu’s body. Where do you want to fuck her silly next? Pinning her against the front door sounds tempting. Who cares if the rest of the guests complain? They’re just jealous. Heck, you would carry her out to the lobby, show off what a catch you got.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck you proper. I’ll give you what he can’t. A soft intimate fuck, I’ll worship every part of you, treat you right, make you wish I was your lover instead.”

Tzuyu can’t help but to fall further into the depths of her sin. You just know how to press her buttons. It’s so difficult to say no, to push you away, especially knowing you can back it up. Is that what she wishes for? For you to be with her every day, fulfilling all her sexual desires in the comfort of her own bed, for you to fuck her whenever she wants, giving her all the cum she wants and breeding her when she craves it.

“Or would you like something else, something more? I could bend you over the balcony railing, everyone can see us, they can all hear how good I’m fucking you, but no one would know what a dirty cheater you are.”

Fuck, that’s so filthy but why does she like the sound of that? So hot and tempting. Her imagination goes wild and images of her crying out loud while you’re drilling flashes into her head. So many people by the hotel pool, seeing her naked body thoroughly used like some common slut. And you’re so rough, one hand tugging her arm, the other groping her ass. What if… Just what if…?

“Just cum for me, princess. I’ll give you everything you want and more.”

And more. 

More.

The word echoes between her ears. It’s on constant replay. Tzuyu isn’t even sure what exactly she wants other than for you to fuck her over and over again and fill her with all the cum you can give her. She’s going to go back home after today, body used in ways she never imagined was possible, her boyfriend none the wiser of the debauchery she took part in the whole afternoon.

Does she even leave the hotel by the end of the day?

A third finger briefly enters her pussy and she starts to palm her clit. So many thoughts cross her mind and her orgasm eventually creeps up to her. When you hear the splashing of her fluids all over the carpeted floor, you open your eyes just in time to watch as Tzuyu crumbles under the blissful pressure. 

Still, she doesn’t stop, her fingers continue to thrust into herself, her mouth still takes your cock, all while her pussy continues to gush and make a small puddle between her thighs. 

When her orgasm finally stops, she turns her focus on you, looking up and making eye contact. She grasps your hips and fuck herself down your cock in tandem with your thrusts. There’s no point in holding back now. The sooner you cum, the faster you can move on to the next course. A few more thrusts into Tzuyu’s mouth. Her lips seal harder around you, her tongue slides along your length. She stares into your eyes, beckoning for you to give her your cum, give in to your own desires. You go in a trance while looking at her, unable to think straight for much long, and before you know it, the dam bursts and you’ve lost control, falling back onto the bed and bringing her head along with you

You shoot your load into Tzuyu’s mouth and sigh in pleasure. She swallows what she can but with how much you’re cumming for her, it becomes too much very quickly and she chokes. Your body weakens and you let go of her head, allowing her to pull away immediately, while you press against the bed to support yourself. 

Hands hurriedly replace her mouth as she rapidly strokes you to maintain stimulation on your cock and points it to herself. She catches the last few spurts of your cum with her face and chest, moaning in appreciation at its warmth as it taints her pristine skin. Tzuyu is a princess thriving in lust, body absolutely ruined, the mix of sweat, saliva and your cum all over her pretty face, her nipples red from all the pain she inflicted on herself. Royalty shouldn’t be violated like this.

Even though a small wave of exhaustion hits you, you know there’s no time to rest, not when there’s more to enjoy. It certainly helps that Tzuyu is eager for more too. She gulps the rest of your load and moans at its taste before flashing a lewd smile to you. Your dick quickly hardens under her grasp with her persistent strokes and she straddles your lap soon after, inserting it into herself. 

“So,” Tzuyu whispers while she nuzzles herself into the crook of your neck, “what’s next for your princess?”

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A/N: How the fuck did this end up being 3k words??? I don't know honestly

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[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

candle light with remus lupin for your eclipse event! maybe something where he's mean but also does good good aftercare? LUV UR WRITIING <3

thank youuu, and thank you for requesting! really hope you like it!!

pairing: Remus Lupin x reader tags / warnings: established relationship, smut (NSFW, MDNI), fluff word count: 3k part of my 1k celebration!

You are exhausted. You’re tense; you’re tired as you come home after what’s felt like a  week, not a day. Too much to do, too much pressure, too many decisions. You feel them in your body, weighing you down. The first thing you do as you enter your bedroom you share with Remus is strip down to your knickers. You toss your bra away with perhaps a little bit too much resentment and find your favourite of Remus’s jumpers you like to borrow. It’s too big on either of you.

You head to your kitchen, putting on a record so sad it’s somehow consoling as you do. As you start making yourself a comforting cup of tea, you hear the door behind you. 

“Hi, lovely.” 

It’s his voice that’s lovely, and just the sound of it has already begun thawing your tension. 

“Hey,” you say back as you feel him approach behind you, his arms coming around your middle. They’re warm and firm, and you sink back into his body. You feel him breathe in your hair, kiss the side of your head. “Remus,” you whine into him. He hums into your neck in response, placing a soft kiss there. His squeezes you tightly, his hands bunching up the jumper you’re wearing. “Hmm. Sad music, cosy jumper, earthy tea, whiny voice,” he lists sympathetically. “Someone’s had a long day.”

“You’ve no idea.” His large hands come to your shoulders, kneading deeply. You squirm at the intensity, pain and pleasure dancing inextricably. At a knot a bit too sensitive for his ministrations, you flinch out of his grasp and step back, turning to face him. You expect to be met by his beguiling brown eyes, but they’re look down. His head cocks to the side appreciatively. You realize he’s admiring your bare legs and chuckle. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.” “Doesn’t mean I like it any less,” he retorts, voice gruffer. He looks you up and down with an intensity that dissipates any playfulness in your mood. You realize how badly you want him to take you, to make you leave the day behind you and completely envelop you in the here and now… and the pleasure it could hold. 

Remus can’t read your mind, though, and being the doting boyfriend he is, he comes to hold you gently again, stroking your back, trying to comfort you. “Let’s get you relaxed, huh, baby?” he says, kissing your forehead. “Yeah,” you whisper.

“What do you want to do? Want to go straight to bed? Watch something? We could read together? Same book or different, you choose.” He’s already taken over preparing your tea, seemingly completely distracted away from your body. 

His suggestions and demeanour make you think maybe he’s not in the mood, Remus never being shy to tell you when he is, so you worry maybe it’s not the best moment to voice your honest desires. 

“I don’t know, whatever; you choose.” You sound a bit defeated, and he looks over at you at your tone. “No, you should. I’m happy with anything if it’s good for you, really,” he says as he turns back to the easy work of pouring the hot water. He’s always this sweet, almost always defers to doing whatever you feel like doing. 

It’s no fault of his, but your looming tiredness, your sudden heat, it all makes you snappy. “I said I don’t care, Rem. Why do I always have to be the one to choose everything? Sometimes I’m tired, okay? And I already said you can choose.” The mugs are forgotten, his attention fully on you at this. “Woah, what’s up?” He leans back on the counter, arms crossed a bit defensively, but eyes all concern. 

“Nothing,” you sigh. “Nothing, I’m sorry.” You turn away and busy yourself with anything you can find, tidying up mindlessly. “Hey, c’mon, love, what’s up?” His voice is slightly harder, and as he asks, he turns you to face him, his hands firmly holding your shoulders. His eyes look searchingly into yours, but your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his hands on you and the sound of his deep voice. You bite your lip and whimper very very softly.

His hands immediately leave you, and it’s urgent when he rushes out, “Woah, did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to, baby; I just wanted to talk. You alright?”

You nod and whine “Remus” again, stepping toward him and looking into his eyes. You grab his hands in yours and place them back on your body. You bring one to your face and lean into it, put the other on your hip and squeeze your hand over his. 

He’s watching you closely, letting you guide him. 

His proximity and his touch, even like this, heat you up, and your body pushes you to honesty.

“I don’t want to sleep, or  read, or any of that. And I don’t want to choose anything or think about anything else. I want you, Rem. I just want you. Please.”

His eyebrows shoot up, and ever so slowly he starts moving his own hands on you, yours still hovering above them. 

His touch makes you melt, and your eyes shut. You exhale loudly as his hand grabs your face a bit harder. His thumb strokes, pushing into the skin of your cheek. You open your eyes and meet his. They’re looking at yours searchingly, but upon seeing the look you’re giving him when they connect with yours, something clicks in Remus. You register it in his eyes as they shift in what seems like one blink from keen observation to piercing intensity. 

He pulls your face to his forcefully, devouring your mouth. He’s eating up your immediate whimpers, tilting your head with his hands on either side of your face, pushing your tongue with his and licking into your mouth. You surrender completely and let him guide your ardent kiss. 

Soon, his hand juts your head back with no warning, tugging your hair, and his mouth moves from yours to your jaw, kissing sloppily until he reaches your neck, where he plants a cruel bite. You yelp, and he licks over it soothingly, but his voice is rough as he asks, “This what you want?” His mouth sucks your neck harshly, and his hands push under your jumper and grip the flesh of your hips so hard your body sways with his motions. 

“Fuuuck, Rem, yes, pleeease.” “Yes what?” he snaps. “Yes, I want this. I want you to touch me like this.” 

“Good,” he utters matter-of-factly. 

He tugs the jumper over your head and throws it aside then maneuvers your body with his strong hands on your hips. 

“Turn around,” he commands. And you do, though his hands flip you without your having much say in it. 

His arms wrap around you, and he kneads your breasts roughly. He handles you so harshly that you yelp again in pleasured pain. 

Remus presses his body up behind your now almost completely naked one. You feel his breath on your neck and shoulder, and you shiver as sensation shoots down your spine. You’re very pleasantly surprised to also feel his already hard cock on your arse even through his trousers. You push back into it and grind. He groans in reaction then chuckles gruffly into your ear. 

“Fuck, you’re desperate, huh?” He squeezes your tits and thrusts his hips. His voice low and ominously even, he tells you, “You know, baby, all you had to do was tell me you wanted me to fuck you.” You whimper; he chuckles again. “Yeah? You want to get fucked, pretty girl?” You nod wordlessly. “I wanted to fuck you as soon as I came in here and saw your gorgeous thighs.” Never breaking contact with your skin, his hands slide down your body and squeeze the outsides of your thighs. Then they cup your arse and squeeze even tighter, jiggling it in his rough grip. “You looked so fucking sexy. But I thought you were tired. Silly me, huh, not realizing how you wanted me to take care of you. This how you want me to take care of you?” 

“Yees.” “Hmm.” 

Your head is lolled back on his shoulder, but he pushes you suddenly forward. “Bend over.” You do. The kitchen counter is cold on your tits; his hand is hot on your back, pushing you down. 

His other hand yanks your knickers down and rubs roughly through your folds. You’re soaked. “Dirty girl,” he chuckles. “Wanting to get fucked this badly.”

Without ado, he pushes two fingers into you. You scream at the breach, at the first hot graze of your inner walls. He rubs them around then curves them toward your sweet spot. His pace is immediately punishing, and it’s not too many thrusts later that he adds a third finger. Your cunt is squelching as his fingers fuck you. His hand on your back moves up toward your neck and massages your shoulder as he holds you in place.

He keeps going, pushing so hard the fronts of your thighs smack the counter with each thrust, so fast that it’s hard to discern the increasing shaking of your thighs from the motions of his hand.

You whine, and turn your face into the counter to quiet it. His hand at your neck yanks your hair to lift your face. “Uh-uh, pretty thing. I’ve had enough of you being quiet tonight. If I’m going to fuck you this good, you’re going to let me hear how I make you feel.” You whimper involuntarily, doing nothing to filter your loud reaction. “Better.”

Your thighs are seriously shaking now, and you’re tightening deliciously. You’re getting close. 

His hand stops and pulls out of you, the other also releasing his grip on your hair. Your resulting whine sounds almost like you’re crying. 

“Fuck, baby, relax,” Remus laughs. You hear the zipper of his trousers, hear the soft pat of clothes falling to the floor. His foot kicks yours into a wider stance suddenly. Then you feel his hard cock prodding at your warm, wet entrance. One of his hands grips your hip harshly as he guides himself in. He’s slightly slower as he does, but he pushes all the way in without stopping. When he’s completely inside you, you whimper again at the fullness and barely hear him whisper “fuck.” 

Just a second later, he’s thrusting; a few seconds later, it’s already rocking your entire body from the intensity. His grip tightens, and you know you’ll admire a bruise there tomorrow. His other hand grabs your shoulder for better leverage as he pistons in and out of you. 

You’d already been so close that at the fucking he’s giving you, you feel close to the brink before even adjusting entirely to the position. Your hands flat on the counter, uselessly attempting to grip something, give you some stability as your body spasms jarringly. 

“Fuck, already?” Remus pants. His tone seems sincerely surprised, not teasingly so. 

He moves his hand to your other hip, vice-like grip pulling your arse onto his body in time with each fast, forward thrust of his hips. 

He’s the one to moan loudly this time as your walls clench him. His prolonged moan sounds like it’s strangled in his throat as you clench again and again, but though it’s clearly wrecking him, the only effect on his pace is its increased brutality. 

You start cumming in earnest, crying through it, shaking hard. Remus fucks you through most of it, but toward the very end, you feel him pull all the way out quickly, the absence jarring and gaping. His fingers pick up what his cock was just doing, and the sudden re-intensity gives you a second peak. He keeps going until your clenching cunt has mostly relaxed then slowly removes his fingers. 

Your body feels heavy and limp, its only movement the harsh up and down of your heavy panting. When Remus’s hands maneuver you to lift your torso and turn you around, you’re very little help. You feel unstable on your legs, but Remus safely holds you up. “Why’d you —” you start, your voice an exhausted whisper.

“Shut up,” he says, words hard, tone soft. He’s panting too, looking sweaty and spent. “Jump.” You’re confused, but your body heeds his command as his hands lift your arse up till you’re sitting on the counter. His hands grab the backs of your thighs and lift them up and out. You fall back slightly at the shift and end up resting on your forearms looking up at him. You rest your foot on the counter when his hand drops your leg so he can use it to guide himself back inside you.

He slips in easily but takes a moment to settle once he does. His eyes closed, chin lifted, chest rising and falling heavily. He looks so beautiful. 

When he’s gathered himself, he shifts as close to you as he can and guides you up toward him too. Your legs wrap around his waist, your arms support you as you hold on to the counter’s edge. His support you, too, wrapped around your waist.  

His forehead comes to yours, and he kisses you sloppily as his hips start thrusting again, more slowly this time. One arm still anchoring you, his other hand comes to your face, holding it as he keeps kissing you. His breathing picks up again as his hips do.

Face still close to yours, he confesses, “I know you wanted it rough, but I really felt like looking at you when I came this time.” “Fuck, Rem.” You kiss him hard and clench him harder. He groans and picks up his pace, clearly getting tired but chasing an approaching high. 

His hand slips between your bodies, pushing you the slightest angle away from him so he can rub at your clit. Your cunt spasms at the sensation, and you hear his breath catch. 

He presses harder, establishes a rhythm, gradually making it faster. You’re close again at his adept touch, and you chant his name desperately as you shake your hips and push over your edge. His strangled moan tells you he’s cumming before the feel of it between your legs does, his dark, aching eyes on you the whole time. Once he starts slowing down, you wrap your arms tightly around him and nestle into his neck. He kisses you everywhere he can reach: your cheek, your neck, your shoulder. 

When he pulls apart from you, you shiver. You’re covered in sweat, and as he pulls his softening cock out of you, the wetness there is even worse. You wrap your arms around yourself and clench your thighs together. 

“Here, baby,” Remus says, running for a clean towel, dampening it before standing in front of you again. Very gently, he pushes your thighs apart again, stroking one soothingly as he cleans between your legs. When he’s done, he wraps you in a hug to bring you down off the counter, supporting you while you find you balance after your legs being rendered jelly.

“C’mere.” He holds you as he walks you to your bedroom. “You want to shower?” “‘M too tired. Can I shower in the morning?” “‘Course, lovely. Whatever you want.” “Ugh.” “What is it?” “I need to pee.” Remus giggles at you as he guides you toward the bathroom instead of the bed. 

“I can’t pee with you staring at me like that,” you complain when he just leans on the sink as you try to go. “I’m not staring; I’m admiring.” “Ok, I can’t pee with you admiring me like that.” He laughs again and turns around dramatically. He takes the opportunity to clean himself up.

You do what you need to do but stay sitting on the toilet even after you’ve finished, feeling too tired to get up. Remus dampens your hand towel and squats in front of you. He dabs at your face gently, freshening it up. You close your eyes at the soothing sensations of being cleaner and of being doted on. When he’s done your whole face and neck, he pecks your nose before getting up. “You planning on sleeping here or what?” he teases. “‘M tired,” you moan. “C’mon, lovely girl,” he chuckles, yanking you up. You finish cleaning up then follow him to bed, plopping down onto it. He hasn’t stopped giggling at your antics. “Want clothes?” “Just knickers please.” He tosses you a clean pair, slips into his own pants, then falls into bed with you. He shifts your body into a reasonable position and pulls the covers over you. Resting on his side, propped up on his elbow, his other hand starts stroking your bare skin lovingly. “You okay, sweet girl?” “Hmmm.” He kisses your forehead. “I know you’re sleepy, but just tell me if you’re okay. Nothing hurts or anything?” “No, Rem, I feel great.” You smile up at him without opening your eyes. You can’t see him looking down at you like you’re the most precious person in the world. To him, you are. “’S like my whole body is sinking and floating at the same time.” He chuckles adoringly and kisses you again, cuddling up beside you. “Good.” “Hmm.” You’re sinking into sleep but whisper giddily, “Thanks for fucking me.” He barks a full laugh. As it quiets to back to his giggle, he brings his face to yours. He nuzzles your nose with his and kisses your cheek. “Always happy to take care of my girl.” He kisses you again. “It was fun. Good for you? What you wanted?” “Mmhmm,” you nod. “Just what I wanted.” You use what little energy you have left to shift closer to him. “Now I want your cuddles.” “Always happy to take care of my girl,” he says again, more softly this time, as he wraps his arms around you snugly and kisses your forehead. 

You settle into each other, and the rise and fall of his breathing, the graze of his petting fingertips are the last things you feel as you drift into sleep.

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[honeygrahambitch]

Jimmy Price stormed into the lab and shut the door closed behind him, making both Brian and Beverly direct their attention to him.

He looked as if he had committed a crime and needed to make a confession.

"I'm going to share something with you but it can't leave this room."

Beverly lifted an eyebrow unimpressed by his theatrics and closed the magazine she was reading.

"Fine."

"You're the Chesapeake Ripper?" Brian asked more for his own amusement but his smile faded when Jimmy's scolding glare was directed towards him. "Alright, alright, go on."

"So you promise you won't tell."

"We pinky promise we won't tell." Brian emphasized.

"I went to grab my sandwich from the fridge. The one that my wife has packed for me. And, after I bit into it I realized it wasn't mine."

"Huh?"

"Not to speak poorly of my dear wife, but the sandwich I grabbed was so excellent that it couldn't have been made by her."

"Asshole." Beverly commented.

"Wait, whose sandwich did you get then?"

"Well, we can do some profiling work regarding that." Jimmy went on. "Caramelized duck. Blue cheese. Fig marmelade."

"You ate Will's sandwich." Beverly concluded instantly and grabbed her magazine.

"Wait, Will can cook like that?" Brian inquired confused.

"Idiot, Hannibal must have prepared it for Will." Jimmy explained as the dread returned to his facial expression. "Oh no...I ate Will's sandwich..."

"C'mon, you can tell Will you bit into it and realized it wasn't yours, he won't be mad about the fact that a bite is missing."

"The problem is...it was so good I couldn't stop."

Beverly closed her magazine again as she and Brian sighed.

"Listen, I will give Will my sandwich."

"Sounds like a fair trade, pal. A ham and cheese sandwich for a Michelin star one. You are lucky Will doesn't care about this kind of things."

Jimmy wanted to say something more but he stopped as Will entered the lab holding some papers, Hannibal right behind him.

Jimmy looked at his friends with the kind of look that says "What the fuck is HE doing here?"

Beverly and Brian had to make an inhumane effort not to laugh at the situation.

Jimmy felt the weight of his crime even harder now that Hannibal was in the room. The man had put all his love into that sandwich for Will and he had eaten it with no hesitation. And poor Will was probably starving.

"Jimmy? Did you-" Will started but Jimmy cut him off before he could finish.

"YES. Yes, it was me. I apologize, I just couldn't stop, it was amazing. It was the best sandwich I had in my life and I-"

"What are you talking about? I am asking you about Alison Brown's blood work." Will was grateful that for once he was not the weird one in the room.

"Yeah, she had diabetes. I ate the sandwich Dr. Lecter has made for you." He confessed again, giving more context.

"Did you enjoy it?" Hannibal asked.

"So much."

"I am pleased to hear that."

Hannibal had already killed Jimmy in three different ways in his head. He had eaten his Will's food. At the same time, he was pleased with the good review. And it gave him a good reason to take Will out for lunch. Will would not starve himself while he was there to help him with the case.

He made the quick decision not to end Jimmy's life that evening.

"You're fine. Hannibal is not the Chesapeake Ripper, you won't die." Will said as he returned his attention to the file he was holding. "Now, what was wrong with Allison's kidney?"

Hannibal eyed Will in a way that held more meaning than Will's colleagues would ever be able to understand. The fact that Will made that comment being completely aware he was the Ripper, made him smile.

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